#i will almost definitely sleep thru the race

[bright-and-burning]

race ✅ landole ✅ lunch w all the alumni from my year in town this weekend ✅

now we nap, shower, and start partying.

[didyoulookforme]

Curious to know if any of your Matty’s would have kids 🥹 If so, how would that go?

hhmmm hmmmmm. been thinking about this one for a bit and out of any of them, postmatty would be the one <3

the pregnancy would be an accident because birth control isn’t perfect. she’d honestly be freaking out when her period doesn’t come on time and after a few more weeks, she calls matty at work crying and confesses to him what’s going on. he drops everything and leaves his shift early, picking up several tests on his way and racing home right after. he spends some time comforting her before she even has the courage to take a test. when the results do come up as positive, they’re just sitting on the floor of the bathroom, matty holding her close, often kissing the top of her head and telling her that everything will be okay, that she doesn’t have to make a decision yet and he’s happy with her choice and will respect it.

as the days pass, both girlie and matty obviously talk about it A LOT and slowly start to get excited about the prospect of being parents. her wondering how he would be as a dad. probably very sweet, caring, full of the worst dad jokes. the epitome of a dilf (which she's not wrong). he ends up reading a lot of stuff online about having a kid, always noticing how other parents interact with their children out in public. matty becomes hyperaware of any adults that walk around with babies and at some point he gets butterflies thinking about holding his own in his arms. he realizes that he does want to be a dad, but never pressures her into making a decision. but one day when he comes homes from work, he gathers the mail by her door, noticing a small note, similar to the ones he used to leave in girlie's mailbox years prior. he recognized the handwriting right away. "let's do it :)"

it's almost as if he falls in love with her all over again while she's pregnant, finding her so fucking beautiful that he's just horny 24/7. "guess it must be the hormones or something." she also pokes fun at him when it becomes clear that he develops a breeding kink, but oh she's totally into it.

of course matty will play records almost every night, making note of those that make the baby kick. he definitely cries (but obviously denies it) out of sheer happiness when one of those was new order's power, corruption & lies as that's the band they originally bonded over.

when a little baby boy is born, he has a full head of brown hair somewhat curling at the ends and all she can say is “i know where he gets that from…” he is the spitting image of matty.

girlie’s heart melts whenever matty lies down to have skin to skin time with their tiny son. she often finds him shirtless on the couch, little one nestled in his chest, large calloused hands making the baby look even smaller, sweet puppy kevin even sitting besides the sofa looking up at them. the perfect picture of her small but perfect family. she walks over to run her fingers thru matty’s hair. “don’t think it is you who’s supposed to be napping…” he barely opens one eye and grumbles something like “‘m not sleeping”. suuuuure.

when they FINALLY get to have sex again, it's all slow and tender and romantic but everything comes to a halt when the baby starts crying, matty dropping his head but laughing at the same time. "can't believe i'm being cockblocked by my own kid." girlie's about to get up to deal with the situation, but he says that he can do it, putting his boxers on before he heads out of the room. she definitely rewards him after :))

matty makes it his life's mission to ensure his son has the COOLEST music taste, scheduling little music listening nights every week where their boy gets to pick a record from their collection. he'll go into all the nuances of why this chord progression is unbelievable or fanboy about a certain synth tone or tell about the first time he ever heard a track or saw it being performed live. "and this is the first one your mummy and i ever danced to" whenever "fantasy" by mariah carey plays one night.

and this is definitely dad postmatty. less baggy clothes, hair often slicked back, and necklaces still around most of the time <3

[thought-daughterrr]

i don't take nearly as many photos as i used to thx to my body dysmorphia and self image issues. one day ill look at myself and think im a bad bitch, and then ill look at myself again and think, "wow im so ugly. im gonna kms"

i felt like the latter for almost 2 years now bc i was on abilify. i was literally a zombie, a husk of my former self. friends and family of mine were concerned and constantly told me i needed to change meds thru my psychiatrist, but i refused because i was afraid of going into my manic and psychotic episodes bc i hurt so many people that way in 2020 during the holidays. my own brother and my ex said they'd rather see my going off the rails than act be a meek, timid, quiet person, bc it wasnt me. the one thing i miss about that personality tho was that my thoughts were quiet. i didn't have the racing thoughts like before, which drove me into insanity and having outbursts to those around me.

well, i stopped taking abilify a while ago and my psychiatrist got me on effexor instead. after 2 months, i started getting manic and bc my dumbass forgot to take my doses and was taking 2 at a time (like I'd do with my birth control) and i got yelled at by my mom and my psychiatrist after informing them bc that's what caused my lack of sleep, night sweats, and manic episodes.

so she explained that im going to get off the effexor slowly so i don't get any severe side effects from stopping cold turkey and prescribed me to lamotragine (i call it lamos for short because they're fucking lame. i have to take it twice a day jfc)

and it's been about a month since ive been on them. i took them in the past, but i can't recall how well it worked thx to my depression suppressing my memories. not to mention i was smoking a fuck ton of weed. my psychiatrist mentioned that in order for my meds to work properly, i would need to stop smoking weed (thc specifically) and switch to cbd to help calm myself. i didn't start taking her advice until about a week before my next appointment with her.

so i guess it's been like a monthish since ive smoked my pen and flower. i can already see an improvement in how well i retain information and remembering things i knew from when i was a kid. im still an airhead, but i always was tho. i was definitely booksmart, i always loved to read and enjoyed English class when i was in school.

now that im 25 and i live in one of the most highly sex trafficked cities in the world. im more street smart now. i check under my car if anyone is waiting to slash my ankles, i check my backseat of my car, i look behind and around me if im walking by myself (day or night).

i live on the east side of my town and it's mainly known for the suburban life, but it's very close to the north and southeast side, where the crime rate is so high. gun shots are always heard, rape, murder, etc is constantly happening.

ive never felt safe in this city. especially as a kid, almost everyday when i would walk to my bus or walk home from my bus stop, there were fucking creeps (well within their late 20s sometimes even in their 40s) that would honk their horn at me and whistle.

well as an adult now, it doesn't happen nearly as much anymore since i mainly drive for my main source of transportation.

but it still hasn't stopped. i still get cat called while im doing my errands and i remember the night after i got home on my very first date with a GIRL (i knew her from 6th grade and she was probably the first girl ive ever had a crush on and i didn't see her after that bc she got expelled and i saw her again most recently after like 10+ yrs) there were 2 men in a white truck and they saw me get out of my car in my driveway. the driver made a complete stop and i saw them staring at me with my brother by my side. i clearly told them from across the street to "take a fucking picture, it'll last longer" and they drove off and i went inside. i felt so uncomfortable after that. i had the realization that those creeps know where i live and can break into my home and do what they want. i should've gotten their license plate but i didn't think to at that moment.

every year goes by with the hopes that it gets better, but it doesn't. it gets worse. and i think to myself, "wow that was the worst year of my life." and then the next year comes and im proven wrong. it gets even more worse.

im going back to school to get a license in cosmetology and it's literally high school all over again. ive gotten into arguments with multiple girls in my class room due to their pettiness, cattiness, racism, or homophobia.

all the girls in my class either hate me, ignore me, or keep their distance bc of my manic episodes.

so bc i dont really get along with them, ive managed to make new friends with the girls in the more advanced class. it's like me, a freshman, befriending the juniors/seniors. they're all due to graduate in about a month so i will be left by myself again. this is literally history repeating itself and im doomed unless if i break the cycle.

tl;dr

im a depressed bitch that's bipolar and have bpd. im going to school to have purpose in life in hopes that i will become successful and move out of my abusive childhood home. i don't feel safe in the city i live. i don't feel like i belong anywhere.

[missvelvetsstuff]

Miss Velvet

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Chapter 10

Warnings: swearing, a little angst

On the drive home Velvet was silent. Still groggy from being drugged, trying to work thru everything that's happened. Bucky held her hand, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb working up the nerve to kiss it.

Indy greeted them at the door, noticing Velvet's state he refused to leave her side until Bucky helped her get comfortable with a brownie and a fuzzy blanket over her bed, which Indy made himself comfortable on.

Bucky sat on the side of the bed and tucked Velvet in, giving her a kiss on her forehead "Get some rest, love. You'll feel better when you've slept the chlorophyll out of your system. I'll come get you in the morning-"

"No, Bucky please stay. I don't want to be alone"

"If you're sure you want me to stay then I'll go sleep on the couch"

"NO, please stay with me" Velvet pleaded

Bucky looked into Velvet's eyes and saw the tear running down her cheek and groaned "You're not playing fair, I can't say no to you."

Velvet almost grinned "Well that's a healthy start to any relationship"

Bucky kissed her gently on the lips "Is that what we're doing now?" He teased

Velvet's expression changed to fear and more tears fell "I thought that's what you wanted"

Bucky kissed her again, a little more forcefully and tried to sooth her "hey, you're ok. We're ok. It's definitely what I want if you still want me."

Velvet choked, "Even after all this drama? After seeing those pictures? I wasn't kidding when I told you I'm broken. I belong with someone like Roger who is already too low for my past to hurt him. Tony and Steve and even Fury might be able to look past it but Gen Ross won't. It took so much to convince him to start my program and while I told all of them about my past, those pics are much more graphic than anything I brought up. Ross will think I was hiding it and try to find a way to end my contract. And Matt's father is a senator, they will try to bury me."

Velvet started to hyperventilate and Bucky could feel her heart racing

"No, we wont let that happen. You're ok, you're safe. I won't let anything happen to you. Now, I need you to breathe with me, slowly in and out. Look at me. I'm here, Indy is here -" hearing his name, Indy crawled up to Velvet's side and started licking her face and Bucky laughed. Velvet shook her head and laughed a little.

Bucky put his hand under her chin and brought her face up to look in her eyes "I'm not going anywhere and the team won't let Ross or Landers  fuck with you. We're your family and will protect you always"

Velvet noticeably relaxed, her breathing slowing back to normal. "I'm such a mess"

Bucky pulled her close, kissed the top of her head and held her "Welcome to the club. I'll help you any way I can. Just tell me what you need."

Breathing him in deeply, Velvet snuggled into his chest "This is what I need. Just you holding me"

Bucky grinned "Your wish is my command, Love." He stripped down to his t-shirt and boxer briefs, then climbed under the covers with her, pulling her close to him.

Bucky tried to memorize everything about the moment. Velvet, warm and soft smelling like vanilla, her back spooned up against his front, her breathing and heart rate slowing. Bucky never expected to find someone like her or anything like what he was feeling right now. So peaceful and content. Until she started wiggling to get comfortable and his body started to respond.

Bucky groaned softly "You're killing me, Doll." and tried to think about anything else until his body relaxed and he dozed off.

It was still dark when Bucky was woken up by Velvet's raised voice "No, Roger, stop. Please!"

She sat up suddenly, panting and Bucky rubbed her arm gently. "It's alright, it was just a dream. You're safe and he can't hurt you anymore."

Velvet started sobbing "That's what I thought when we moved here and after the snap but he always finds me."

Bucky rubbed her back "this is the last time, I won't let him near you again. I promise."

She calmed down and finally fell back asleep.

It was 5am and Bucky couldn't fall back to sleep. He carefully climbed out of the bed, covered her up and took Indy outside to take care of morning chores. Velvets assistant Bobby was already there so they were able to get everything done quickly.

Velvet was still sleeping when he went back inside so he went to start breakfast.

Velvet woke up with a start, her heart racing until she was able to look around and see she was home. Then the memories of last nite came back and she looked around for Bucky just in time to see him bring her breakfast in bed.

"I made eggs and toast, brought your green butter for you, wasn't sure how much to use."

Velvet smiled "You didn't have to do all this"

"No but I wanted to. I get to spoil my girl so just enjoy it."

Velvet looked down with a small 'your girl?"

"If you'll have me"

"I guess I should give you a chance after everything."

Buckys smile took her breath away, he was so beautiful. Velvet kissed him over her plate, memorizing the feel of his lips on hers, soft and gentle.

Bucky pulled back after a moment "One thing at a time love. You need to eat. Unfortunately we have to go back to the compound for a meeting with Ross and Landers. You need your strength but don't worry, I'll be with you every step."

After breakfast and shower Velvet was feeling more like herself. Bucky held her hand on the drive to the compound and helped her keep calm.

Tony greeted them at the door "How are you today, Velvet? Did you get some sleep"

Velvet smiled, "Some. Enough to deal with this drama'

"Good, Ross and the senator are in the conference room. They tried to push for meeting with you alone but I won't have it. As far as I'm concerned you are part of the team and this involves all of us. We have your back."

They walked into the conference room and in addition to the general and the senator the entire team was there. Bucky squeezed her hand and they sat between Tony and Steve.

The senator spoke up "I think we need to do something about this security breach, completely unacceptable that this woman with her very questionable past is in a position to gain classified info regarding our defenses. Not to mention how she used and manipulated my son-"

The room broke out with everyone talking, some yelling, at once.

Steve stood up and in his best captain voice hollared, 'Enough!'

When everyone quieted Steve spoke up "Senator, with all due respect we have a serious disagreement with your assessment. Your son tried to force himself on her in an attempt to help get revenge for former agent Janell Marshall because Velvet wouldn't let her ride her horse."

The senator scoffs. "Lies! My son wouldn't do such a thing, this woman lead him on-"

Tony grinned "Wanna see the video? Its very clear who's forcing who and who doesn't want it. Not to mention he also helped steal some of my tech so that he could get his partners into the compound undetected. I was able to find video of that too."

Ross has been strangely quiet and finally speaks up "I'm more concerned with this breach, Miss y/l/n didn't disclose everything from her past and that's a breach of her federal contract. I've been given the authority to end that contract if I deem it necessary."

Velvet finally speaks up "I told you all about my past, my addiction and that I did some awful things to feed it, just not the details of some of those actions."

Ross looks straight at her "The contract you signed states you must disclose everything"

Bucky is seething, trying to keep it under control so he doesn't make things worse "The things she did only hurt herself, she never stole or hurt anyone else and has been clean for years. She helps people for gods sake. Most of the Avengers have much worse in our ledger."

Ross nods "I appreciate your input Sergeant Barnes but she is still a liability. I'm sure she's not the only horse person that can do her job"

Everyone starts yelling again. Tony smacks the table and stands up, angry and everyone shuts up "Here's the deal, she stays. Period. Or I'll use my escape clause and kick SHIELD and SWORD off of MY compound and you can find somewhere else to train and house them. The senators son shouldn't have been able to come back after what he did but someone reinstated his access, General Ross, and that's a breach of my contract. Matt and Janell are out and I will be pursuing any and all legal action available. Roger was kind enough to confess so between that, the eyewitnesses and the video I have, it seems they are cooked"

Bucky squeezes Velvets hand and whispers in her ear "I told you we have your back" She smiles at him.

Tony grins "So, what's it gonna be?"

Ross grumbles 'One of these days you won't hold all the cards, Stark"

Tony laughs "doubtful, I always come prepared"

The senator tries to defend his son "Matt is a good man and has never done anything like this before. I won't allow you to damage his career on the words of a drug addicted whore"

Velvet's face is blank, Bucky's hand on hers is the only thing keeping her there mentally as her worst nightmare plays out in front of her.

Natasha finally speaks up with a big grin on her face "I wouldn't be so sure about that senator. I've spoken to a few of his co-workers and he's harassed and/or assaulted half the women that work here but someone keeps covering it up. I even found some from West Point and his high school. Your dear son is a serial rapist since puberty. He never should have made it into West Point much less SWORD or cleared for the Avengers compound. I would suggest you walk away quietly before I start in on the people helping cover it all up. I don't think you want me to pull on that thread. It's all on this thumb drive." She sits down, crosses her arms and looks like the proverbial cat that ate the canary.

Velvet speaks up "Tony, Nat, Steve. I don't know what to say. I love you all for standing up for me but I never meant to cause all this drama. Maybe it would be better if I went back to Serenity. I'm not worth all this." She stands and tries to pull away from Bucky but he isn't having any of it and pulls her into his lap

"Please y/n don't talk like that. You're worth all this and more. None of this is your fault. You made mistakes, got caught up with some bad people who took advantage of you. You've done so much for us for me"

A chorus of yeahs backs him up with one emphatic "Fuck yeah!" from Peter.

When everyone silently looks at him he asks "What?" The team erupts in laughter.

"Stark" Ross says but Tony puts his hand up "Sorry, the discussion portion of this meeting is over. Its time for the celebration portion where we eat and drink because Miss Velvet isn't going anywhere."

Everyone cheers and stands up to leave but Bucky won't let Velvet up off of his lap "I kinda like keeping you close" he smirks, letting his left arm drift down from her waist to grab her ass.

"James!" Velvet scolds Bucky's grin widens

"I like hearing my name from your lips but can you say it all soft and breathy?"

Velvet felt her ears turning red. She lowered her voice and spoke softly in his ear "you mean, like this? James."

Bucky blushes and feels blood rushing to other places. He quickly stands picking Velvet up with him "On that note, I need a moment with my girl"

Velvet giggles "your girl? I think the idea is growing on me, Barnes."

Bucky looks offended "Just a minute ago I was James all soft and sexy and now it's back to Barnes? What the hell?"

Velvet laughs and Bucky almost swoons, he loves that sound "just keeping you on your toes"

Bucky shakes his head "You are trouble"

"I tried to tell you. Hope you can keep up"

"That's enough outta you young lady" Bucky says as he moves to kiss her.

Chapter 11

[writing-for-me-at-this-point]

iv. Relationships w/ MC | Obey Me | Actor AU

Request: Hello! I saw that your ask box is open, so I have come bearing a request. I found ur blog thru your OM actor au and I adore it to bits. Your interpretation of the characters was delightful and the gag/bloopers had me laughing so hard! May you please expand on the au by sharing your relationship headcanons of how the cast interacts or feels about MC (platonic/romantic)? I hope this finds you well 💖💖💖

Word Count: 3225 words

Page Count: 9.2 pages

A.N. Hope you guys enjoy this!

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[ M A S T E R L I S T ]

Lucifer / Benjamin

        The relationship between Benjamin [ Lucifer ] and MC would more like master and apprentice. Think of RDJ and Tom Holland. Ben is more lax than his show counterpart for sure. Where Lucifer would be prideful, Ben is humble, where Lucifer is smug, Ben can be self conscious. I'd like to think the MC of the "real world" thinks much more logically, doesn't throw themselves into things head first and is more calculating. Maybe something more like Satan? 

        Between the two of them, they are lax and playful, throwing inside jokes and playfully fighting. Ben [ Lucifer ] is like the "cool dad" that loves to mess around with his kids, which makes sense because he does have his own, they are fairly young and I can see MC babysitting in case it was needed. There's a deep trust between the two that can't really be described. Ben really wants MC to prosper in their career and will guide them- but he doesn't want to baby them either, he wants them to test the waters on their own. If they ever get overwhelmed he's there for them though.

        His dumbass is forgetful to check his sugar as well, so you can catch MC helping to remind him to check it/eat/drink if needed. He didn't have the most welcoming background- he didn't have the support system a child needs, so he strives to be that and forgets to care for himself often.

        "I want to give my kids everything I never had and more, just like how I want it for you too, MC."

Mammon / Avery 

        Avery [ Mammon ] is very business oriented and formal. MC and him would get along well, like their Obey Me counterparts, but just more lax and less chaotic. I see them as the type to go on coffee dates to catch up and get away from it all, seeing as how famous he is, he often likes to find smaller and less well known places to dwell. Enjoys the small and peaceful moments with MC and they can relate with being the most famous of the cast- so they often get treated the same.

        I can see them having a deep platonic and familial connection while also being distant. Avery has trouble opening up due to being frequently used for his money, and though he and MC are on the same playing field, he has his moments where he needs to back away and recuperate. And though he is distant, if MC or himself were to ever need anything, they're at each other's beck and call. Think of the relationship as: MC is the younger sibling that was born like... 10 years after Avery and he is the older brother, they are distant at times, but still love each other deeply and fiercely.

        "MC, what do you think of this new script- who is that on your page? They're liking too many pictures at once... a bit desperate- don't you think?"

Leviathan / Jackson

        This one... is a little complicated. Really- he's a fuck boy and he doesn't care. I can see him as very... objectifying- and not just sexually either. He can see how to use someone to their fullest advantage, but only for his sake, just for to further himself or satisfy any needs he has. MC is a playful flirt, but once Jackson [ Leviathan ] starts to pull the moves, I can see MC pulling back quickly and isolating away from him. Until there is a serious moment where Jackson can prove that he can provide something meaningful to the relationship- it's going to remain cold and formal. MC isn't playing games.

        This can be one of the few relationships that, if managed properly by MC and Jackson [ Leviathan ], can make their relationship to a more friends with benefits type or something romantic. Jackson [ Leviathan ] needs to learn how to stop seeing people as tools and more like... people. MC, in turn, would need to learn boundaries for themselves. They'd probably be so used to accepting people that keeping Jackson at a distance would be weird and almost foreign to them. If they both want things to work out for a proper, and healthy, relationship- it's going to be a lot of work.

        "MC, come here, I need you for something. Hm? No, no- nothing like that. I thought maybe... we could just hang out? Normally?"

Satan / Ross

        Honestly? MC could do better than Jackson [ Leviathan ] and Ross is it, babes. He is definitely the most understanding of MC and takes their own emotions into consideration. Wow kinda like Satan. He still does those live streams and gets smacked on a couple of grams, so MC is there either smoking as well or just getting hot boxed, their tiger dyed cats running everywhere. The live stream then turns into a kitten purring ASMR, then eventually, everyone is asleep on a live stream together. Ross [ Satan ], is a sweetheart as well, remembers the little things about MC and will make them special gifts or gestures for them. Is the type of boyfriend to leave random kisses on them just because.

        Ross [ Satan ], also likes to talk, so he does like to pick MC's mind and see how they think- which in turn touches their heart because WOW. A guy they like isn't using them or being a general ass? He doesn't play around, so if you want a relationship prepare to be in something for the long haul, family affairs are now your business as well. He is super close with his younger brother Dmitri [ Luke ], so you need his approval as well. Ross also can help with building confidence and a stronger self image, but a major downside is that he is lazy, like, he is really fucking lazy. He's tired though, with his job, the animal shelters, watching his brother, and avoiding... them- he wants to just be a homebody. MC does a lot of home dates, but they end up very fulfilling because it's Ross, he knows how make make even the smallest moments feel like everything.

        "Look at ya, MC! Damn, you always have me fallin' for ya all over again."

        "I'm in sweatpants and a tanktop, babe, nothin' special."

        "And you make 'em look fine as hell. Now come 'ere, let's watch a movie, look-! An MC sized space is here, right between my arms, neat right?"

Asmodeus / Micheal

        He's like the best friend who acts like the wine mom. He's the wine mom. He's mom. Always come to him for help, from either something as small as a rant to larger issues like contracts and relationship advice. This a more platonic/familial relationship that MC would develop. They can delve into more personal and private conversations, confident Micheal has the best intentions and advice, and in turn MC helps him out with what their generation is up to these days.

        Pinching MC's cheeks? Yeah, it's a ritual at this point. Likes to joke that MC is actually his illegitimate child. He also invites them to his vlogs, taking MC out at 2 am to Wendy's and talk about the most random stuff. Maybe hint at new things that are upcoming on the show. He writes TSL, not Alex [ Simeon ], so MC will help him with plot and point out any plot holes as well. 

        "MC, hon, take a nap. You're tired and haven't slept well. I got you food too- no, not Wendy's, actual food. Eat that and go sleep, alright?"

Beelzebub / James

        This can be another contender for a romantic relationship! James [ Beelzebub ] is one of the few actors who is pretty similar to their character, so if you love Beelzebub, you love James, sorry I don't make the rules. It's law. He is still new to the acting scene, so unless MC was an actor as a child as well, they'd bounce tips off one another- things they learn from whoever takes them under their wings. In MC's case, Benjamin [ Lucifer ] is their mentor, and in James' case, Alex [ Simeon ] is his mentor.

        He's very thoughtful, understanding, and compassionate. But, he is a bit of an airhead at times, or he often gets lost in his own head. This is due to him trying to think things through, he gets anxious and wants to perform well in every aspect of his life, so he tends to overthink and try to fix his problems in his head. MC will help him with opening up and stilling his mind into calmer waters. He feels the weight of his family, seeing as he now makes the most, he feels like he should be taking care of all of them- even when they tell him to just enjoy his life as it is. MC would realize he's a family man, so this would be another relationship where commitment is expected, James would rather not just have something casual due to how hectic things in his life get. He also is often with Dmitri [ Luke ], watching him and making sure he's okay, because if his younger siblings were in the same situation, he'd want someone to look out for them too. Dmitri is in love with both MC and James, often messing around or just relaxing with them of Ross [ Satan ] isn't around, so their often known as the "Realm Trio" due to their characters each being a different race.

        "I'm fine, really! I was just... thinking, that's all. I'm happy, really I am, and I want everyone else to be as well. That's it."

Belphegor / Conner 

        MC definitely becomes more chaotic with Conner, he's a sweetheart, but damn can he not sit the fuck down. He can be a bit draining for MC if they aren't in the best of moods, and even then, he just holds this light that makes them happy or feel peaceful. Another romantic/platonic relationship that can happen. This is a relationship where no matter how old they get, what is going on in life, how overwhelmed they feel, MC and Conner [ Belphegor ] will always manage to laugh.

        He is clumsy, especially with the tail, so MC will worry over him on and off set. He is very humble, and grateful for every opportunity he gets, so he faces each day with a smile and the classic southern hospitality- where you say thank you after everything, help anyone even if they aren't struggling, all with a southern drawl that makes MC melt. This is the healthiest relationship to exist, due to how easy Conner can communicate with MC and how MC can pick up on things he might not, there isn't any big issues because they both can just talk it out. Even if it doesn't end up romantic- it's still one of the most fulfilling relationships MC and Conner will have due to just being... them.

        "It's so easy, being with you, and I love that. Loving you is never painful, never tough on me, it's always so... light. So perfect, like you."

Barbatos / Thomas

        Oh my god. He is an absolute ass. He is like the uncle you never wanted, always sarcastic, roasting someone, but in the end he means no harm. MC and him definitely have a darker sense of humor together, getting either morbid or just downright weird, and no one else can decipher that the fuck they're saying because there's too many inside jokes and little intricacies. In the end, he is a ride or die, may not be the best to work with- but MC is now family and Thomas [ Barbatos ] will now kill for them. Congratulations on the achievement!

        Will not allow MC to go to openings or any large events alone, and even if they have another cast member with them, he still keeps an eye on them. He gets anxious, and almost paranoid, his younger sister went missing years ago and never got closure. He see's MC not as his missing sister, but as someone who is in need of that older brother figure, and wants to take that role because it feels so natural. He still ends up as that cool asshole uncle, but he likes that too, as long as MC is with him. There are times where MC will need to help him through some issues, just by being a shoulder to lean on, and in turn they get closer. Thomas didn't expect to get close with many people on the cast, other than his old friends, and taking MC into his family was a surprised for all.

        "Come here, ya annoying ass little kid, give me a hug! What! Come here or I'll chase you around his big ass house, MC!"

Diavolo / Roman 

        MC can be the romantic partner for Roman if you'd like, but I just remembered that I made him have triplets, so unless MC is his partner and willing to have kids, Roman would end up as another Uncle/Father figure. If you go the romantic route, Roman is so deeply in love with MC he will sometimes feel empty of he doesn't tell them he loves them everyday. He is attentive, watchful, and optimistic, always bringing fun into the relationship and making MC feel fulfilled and overflowing with love. But, now with the triplets? Love bomb x10, he loves MC with all his soul, he does, but now he realizes the kids come first and appreciates that they do the same. Prefers to be more private though, won't post whatever he does with the kids or anything like that, he doesn't want spotlights on his children when they never asked for it.

        A more platonic/familial relationship though? Best. Man. Ever. Always taking MC out to eat and keeping up with their needs, doesn't baby them, just keeps a watchful and caring eye. Does this with all the younger cast as well. MC will feel loved, safe, and in harmony. He is a wine dad though, so MC will often bring him drinks so he can unwind, even make cocktails time to time just for practice and will make sure to give any tips he can. MC gets a little too tipsy at a party? Well, since he knows where the party is, shoot him a call and he'll pick his 6'5 ass up outta bed to bring MC either to their home or his. 

        "I've got you, always have, always will. I won't ever let you down, because you deserve the world and all the happiness in it, I just hope I can even be a little piece of it. A reason to make you happy."

Luke / Dmitri

        MC is close with Dmitri no matter what, he's always on set, and MC can't seem to let him leave their sight. Kinda like a parent at the park. Won't exactly just stare at their kid, but will always know where they are, and make sure their within a safe distance. Hollywood is full of some sick fucks and MC will be damned if they'd let anything happen to Dmitri. He gets overwhelmed sometimes, will cry and shake, due to holding in stress from the public. MC will teach him how to cook, rather than bake, because food always brings people together and he wants his family to be together in any way he can do it. 

        Spending time with him means spending time with Ross [ Satan ], so MC ends up close with Ross anyway, and will often be filling up Dmitri's Instagram and other social medias. He is the younger brother MC never had and is ready to be another older sibling for him. If the show goes on for multiple seasons, then it will be set in stone, MC and Luke will be a found family along with the rest of the cast.

        "Thank you for everything, MC. I love you, really, and I want you to be as happy as you can be! You're the best and more!"

Simeon / Alex

        Alex [ Simeon ] is another potential love interest/ close friend. This is the only other relationship that can compete with Ross [ Satan ] and Roman [ Diavolo ]. He is known for his temper, but usually plays it up for comedy, and will never actually "blow up" on anyone that isn't deserving of it. He is a sweetheart, but has a tendency to be materialistic, due to his rich upbringing. He knows material things aren't the answer, but it's a habit/mentality he's working on fixing. He prefers to be more affectionate in private, because he wants to enjoy intimacy with MC without the eyes of the public on them, not because he would want to hide their relationship. 

        He is intelligent as fuck, so MC will be filled with the knowledge of the gods, always learning something new and living a student life that isn't more of a student- but someone that has a love for learning. You know Leonardo in Ikevamp? Yeah- that bitch. That's Alex. Even as a friend MC and Alex would always confuse people due to how close they are, which can be annoying if they are with another cast member, but in the end they know the truth.

        "Ah fuck, MC, I'm trying to cook here, ya dork! Don't yank me around the kitchen! Hey! Loving me isn't an excuse to squeeze the life outta me! MC! Don't run now!"

Solomon / Derek

        So, I honestly had Derek [ Solomon ] as the original love interest, going with the childhood friend trope. MC and Derek would be the ultimate set of goals, and living a fantasy life that most people dream of, the thing you'd see if those overly fluffy fan-fictions. Derek is the more caring and nurturing of the two, while MC is more outgoing and aggressive, and manage to find a happy medium between them. Derek has a calming aura around him and yet is the most socially awkward one in the cast- he will put Leviathan's character to shame with some of the things happened in the past. MC is the biggest tease and will have him flushing like a virgin school boy- and it isn't even sexual, he just flusters easily.

        With Lovely and Blue, MC and Derek are known as the babysitters and pet sitters, and are often looking out for the casts pets and children whenever they need it. The couple everyone wants to end up like. You will never see them in scandals, drama, or anything of the sort- even if they become household names, Derek and MC prefer to keep the details of their lives lowkey. I can't see major issues in this relationship, romantic or platonic, because after knowing each other so long, they can communicate in their own ways.

        "Blue, stay stiiiiiiiiill. Fine, leave. MC, come here, I need a pillow and Blue won't love me. Thank you- oh! Now you come, Blue? Jealous much?"

[tallandhandsome]

You know! I never did make any ‘historically accurate’ headcanons for Zhou Yu. I should do that by that I mean mostly based on his in game self!

Firstly; avid tea drinker for sure still, I imagine it being something he drinks after a long stress enduring day; before he goes off to sleep

To contradict that tho, I feel he definitely has sleepless nights thinking about his strategies constantly, his mind always racing.

He surely plays the flute anytime they celebrate their victories; he does have that one line of dialogue in DW 8 empires that makes me think he must enjoy playing for others

I still firmly believe he could be Bi! His relationship with Ce and just how far he goes for him; thinking about what he says after Ce dies in DW9! I feel he could have had slightly romantic feelings for Ce; and listen he simped for Lu Su in that scene.

I think he also internalizes a lot, he keeps to himself and doesn’t often let anyone know he’s struggling, like once again, Lu Su in a scene says “don’t keep doubting yourself” kind of falling back on what I said about his relationship with Ce. He’s very clearly never properly mourned his death either; he’s constantly thinking he has to live up to him and he forgets to breath a little. To me he simply stops caring for himself, and only for the future of Wu and is part of why he never vocalizes being hurt and tries to brush it off; almost as if he felt he’d fail Ce if he was weak.

I however do believe he would vent his frustrations thru writing; almost like a personal diary of sorts where all his thoughts would go, good and bad; things he would never talk about even if he should. Reading is also a peaceful place for him, I feel he does these sorts of things to battle the negativity.

I still think he curses in any language but English, and he would never admit he actually swore either, even tho, everyone knew exactly what he was saying.

Still quite insecure about his appearance in my once again personal opinion. To me it’s like the last thing on his mind if on his mind at all; he wouldn’t boast about it either. In fact I feel he wouldn’t like constantly being told he was very handsome.

I like to think he fidgets, may it be with his hair or the tapping his foot while in a long meeting, or even table if there is that. He doesn’t realize what he’s doing either until someone points it out and he gets embarrassed for being called out.

And of course, he’s elegant even if he won’t admit it. He does things with a particular flow that no one truly has, to the way he talks, fights, ect. He’s quick and knows what he’s doing especially when he’s focused which I definitely believe he hyper fixates. Once he learns something he spends days and weeks just thinking about it; it’s what makes him so great at coming up with strategies; his persistence is like no other.

That’s all for now, my modern! Au did pretty well, so thought I would throw this out there more to come!

[madamewriterofwrongs]

oooh for the i love you prompts can you do buddie + 12 ?

So sorry this is late, love <3 This was...well, I hope you like it.

I Love You Prompt List

12. Brings an extra coat/scarf because they know you never check the temperature before going out

When We’re Old and Grey

Admittedly, their morning routine had already been a little disrupted when it came time to kiss his boyfriend goodbye. A power outage had killed their alarm, and Christopher had to wake them up with his most innocent ‘If we sleep past the first bell, do I have to go to school today?’; which had both of them bolting out of bed with the speed that came from years of emergency responses.

There was no time for breakfast – thank god for the ability to preorder drive thru (one day of egg sandwiches and apple juice eaten in the car, would not be the end of the world. Probably) – let alone double check that Christopher had actually packed his bag last night like he promised.

“It’s your fault we didn’t get to bed until 3am.” Eddie grumbled, shoving off the pants around his ankles so he could toss them to their rightful owner.

“I think it’s the apartment fire’s fault.” Buck caught the offending cotton, and pulled Eddie’s shirt from the pile on the floor to throw in his face. “We can go back to sleep once Christopher’s at school” he promised.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “You wanted to go for a run today. So we’re going for a run after we drop him off.”

If Buck’s grumble made him smile, it was a testament to their years of familiarity – not because he thought his boyfriend was cute when he was grumpy and bedraggled. Not that they were given much of an opportunity to comment further, as the object of their affection was calling down the hallway that he would be late for school.

Eddie pulled the nearest pants over his hips (definitely still Buck’s, but now was not the time for caring about things like property) pushing his sock-less partner out the door.

“You don’t need socks to sit in the passenger seat” he informed him, poking his head into his son’s room to do one final check before they headed towards the door.

“Alright everyone, did we pack our homework?” Eddie clapped his hands while Christopher pulled on his shoes.

“Yes, dad.”

“Did we brush our teeth?”

“Yes, dad.”

“No.” Buck swiped his tongue with a grumble, but a look from Eddie had him ducking his head.

“Did we remember our free reading book on the night stand?”

Christopher bolted up in a panic, steadied by an instinctual hand from Buck. Eddie shook his head at the pair, producing the book from behind his back for the boy to put into his bag.

“Did we pack a sweater for going to Abuela’s tonight?”

“Yes, dad.”

With Christopher packed and ready to go, Eddie shot one last look at his boyfriend as he slipped on his sandals.

“Did we remember our wallet and phone on the dresser?”

“Yes, dad.”

Buck froze. The only way his eyes could grow wider would be if they fell out of their sockets – and they nearly did, for the panic that settled on his face. Though Christopher was still preoccupied with zipping his bag, he clearly heard Buck’s misstep because he giggled wildly while opening the front door. Eddie still hadn’t said anything (which, even Eddie knew, was a bad sign).

His initial reaction at Buck’s words was to tangle the squeezing hand around his heart that reminded him that he was old, and demeaning his boyfriend and eventually, Buck would get sick of him. His second reaction was to laugh at the man’s exhausted mind that had just parroted whatever Christopher was saying. His third reaction, was the startling realization that none of this mattered at the moment.

With a long sigh, Eddie shooed his two favourite people out the door and unlocked the truck for them while he closed up.

He could deal with their little slipup later – when he actually had the mental capacity to process what had happened and how he felt about it.

See, Eddie knew he was older than Buck (some would say more mature – including Eddie), though five years wasn’t a significant difference. They’d learned quickly to intensely avoid talking about significant moments in their childhood, but other than that, age didn’t matter to them. Considering Buck’s last serious relationship... well, Eddie had never put much thought into their slight difference in age.

Until Buck had decided to call him ‘dad’. And then a few thoughts swirled around his mind as they made their way towards the school. He knew that the moment Christopher was out the door, Buck would bring it up – trying to apologize profusely – and Eddie would have to decide how to react to it.

He had a big decision to make.

True to form, Buck waved the kid goodbye and as soon as they’d pulled out of the parking lot, he turned to his boyfriend with nervous panic.

“Eddie, about this morning: I am so sorry.”

His boyfriend looked so genuinely apologetic, he almost felt bad.

“What was that, sonny?” He croaked, leaning his ear closer to the man. “I didn’t hear yo-” Eddie dissolved into laughter before he could even finish his sentence, doubling over the steering wheel in amusement.

Buck joined in a moment later, though decidedly less enthusiastically. “Okay, okay, I get it. I called you old.” He slid his had over Eddie’s, resting on the gearshift. “I am sorry though.”

“It’s fine, Buck.” He smiled at him once they reached the stoplight. “I know I kind of went into ‘dad mode’ this morning. It was a slip of the tongue.”

“I’ll show you a slip of the tongue” Buck muttered – though loud enough for Eddie to hear (as was always his way when he was flirting), prompting a flush to cover his chest even as he rolled his eyes.

“I am driving young man,” he scolded, a twinkle in his eye. “Just wait until I get you home.”

Buck finally relaxed against his seat, never looking away from his adoring boyfriend. “I thought we were going for a run.”

“Oh, I’ll get your heart racing alright.”

What? Eddie loved a little obviously flirting as much as the next man – especially when they were both still in that giddy phase of their relationship after living together for seven months. Besides, it would be an excellent opportunity to show Buck just how young and enthusiastic he still was.

And that should have been the end of it. The two of them would go home for a little mid-morning romp (‘romp, Eddie? Now you’re just begging me to mock you’) before heading out on their run and continuing on in semi-domestic bliss – one of them was bound to propose sooner or later, they just hadn’t decided who. Buck’s little one-off remark would be totally forgotten.

Until Eddie lay in bed a few nights later, and he got a horrible, ridiculous, completely juvenile idea. Buck would be so proud of him.

-

It started out innocently enough.

Buck ran out of toothpaste – he really should have been paying attention more – but he definitely had a spare bottle underneath the sink. Probably. He squatted down to inspect the shared storage space and did, indeed, find a small travel tube of toothpaste.

That didn’t matter, however, because he found something much more interesting.

“Eddie, why is there a box of grey coverup hair dye under the sink?” He had a sneaking suspicion, but he also had no recollection of Eddie mentioning or buying it.

There was his boyfriend – his lovely, oblivious boyfriend – sitting on the couch, reading the latest science fiction novel that Buck had finally convinced him to read, all wide-eyed and curious.

“I have no idea why anyone in this house would need to cover up their grey hairs, Buck.”

Really? So he was just going to pretend as if he didn’t know anything? Fine.

“Is it Christopher’s, then? I knew that kid’s colour wasn’t natural.” He shook his head when he caught sight of the smallest hint of a smile. But then, he paused to watch Eddie refocus on the book in his hands. Maybe he was starting to go a little grey on top; his life hadn’t exactly been stress-free. It could be that he just wasn’t ready to talk about it, though. That was fine. He’d love Eddie if his hair fell out overnight. It would be a huge adjustment, considering how much he liked to run his fingers through those delicious locks, but he’d figure it out. If his boyfriend was feeling insecure about something, there really was only one solution.

Eddie lifted the book when Buck plopped into his lap but didn’t take his eyes off the page, letting him scratch his nails through Eddie’s scalp. He really was so giving; anything Buck wanted to do to him (cuddle, or talk for hours about his latest interest, or just sit in his lap in the middle of the day), Eddie would accept within reason. Just as Buck did the same (holding Eddie in the middle of the night, listening to him rant about one of the PTA moms harassing him, or carrying him across the room when Eddie decided he wanted to cling to him like a koala bear instead of walk his tired-ass to the bedroom). It was a mutual bothering, which worked for both of them.

Which is why Eddie let Buck sit in his lap and massage his scalp for a minute or two before Buck mutter soft and low: “I kind of like the bits of grey, it makes you look distinguished.”

“What bits of grey?” Eddie shot up so fast, Buck nearly toppled off the couch but he caught himself on the back cushion. Just as quickly, Eddie settled back into his place, taking a deep breath. “Oh, right. Yeah. Thanks.” When he blushed, Buck had no choice but to kiss it away. It was mandatory.

-

Buck was ashamed to admit that he didn’t notice it at first. He spent so long memorizing ever feature on Eddie’s face and it took him nearly an hour to realize that something was different. And then when he realized, he couldn’t stop realizing and frankly, it was kind of hot.

He only wore them when they were in the bedroom – likely a little hesitant to admit that he needed them, but Buck liked to think of it as a secret he chose to share with Buck because of how much he trusted him. It was nice.

And did he mention hot?

It took him less than a week to finally break (what? He was only human).

Buck stopped in the doorway, glass of water gripped tightly in his hand lest he drop it at the mere sight of his boyfriend. Eddie never looked up from his book – and why should he? Tonight was just like any other night.

Except this was the fifth night in a row that Buck had walked into their bedroom and found Eddie, shirtless in bed with a pair of black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

How was he not supposed to pounce on that?

Pounce wasn’t the right word, exactly, more of a slither. Buck was about as graceful as Bambi on Ice, but when it came to slowly crossing a room to climb on top of his boyfriend, he was Johnny Weir (yes, he knew about figure skating – Bobby’s reveal had prompted a little research spiral).

“Hello.” Eddie smiled in surprise, dropping the book to his chest so his arms were free to stroke up Buck’s arms. “Is there something I can help you with?”

Without losing eye contact, Buck gently tucked the bookmark into the appropriate page and placed the book on the nightstand, out of harm’s way. No matter what, there was a great respect for books in their house (plus, if Buck tossed the thing across the room like he wanted to, Eddie’s mind wouldn’t be focused on the task at hand).

“I think you can help me” he whispered without a hint of suspense. Eddie knew exactly what he wanted.

He reached for the glasses, no doubt thinking they would get in the way, but Buck grabbed his wrist before he could even get close.

“Leave the glasses on.”

Eddie mumbled in surprise but didn’t deny his request, reaching for the lamp as Buck dove in for a kiss.

-

Okay, even if it was a little strange, it was still a really thoughtful gift.

Buck hated admitting when he was in pain. Yes, he’d learned his lesson after the whole ‘pulmonary embolism’ fiasco and was starting to speak up whenever things got too bad (especially with his leg); that didn’t mean he enjoyed it.

So, taking Bobby aside to tell him that his leg was cramping so badly, he thought it best to be ‘man behind’ for the rest of the shift, made him nearly cry with frustration. But he did it; and he spent the rest of the shift doing choirs, and icing his leg and generally doing what was best for his overall health.

The problem was, his leg almost always hurt just a little. Yes, he was back to full strength – and fitter than ever, thank you very much – but sometimes, he’d wake up in the middle of the night and need to walk a few laps around the living room before he could settle back into bed. Or, Eddie would catch him limping a little and a tub of Tiger Balm would suspiciously find its way into his work bag.

One day, he came home and found a cane next to the door. It was simple, brown with a curled handle, but it was the perfect height to help him walk around the house. Even if every iota of his being was screaming that using a cane was a sign of weakness, he saw the gift from Eddie as a show of love and concern, and so used it as an aide while he moved around the kitchen, waiting for Eddie to come home with Christopher.

That little boy was the most adorable mix of excited and concerned when he walked through the door and saw what Buck was doing.

“You remember when my leg got hurt? Well sometimes, it hurts again and it’s hard to move around without a little help. My cane is not nearly as cool as your crutches, though; it doesn’t even have an arm holder.”

The discussion had been a little longer, but the explanation seemed to satisfy him enough to drop the subject while he started on his homework.

Eddie had been suspiciously silent. Not suspicious, per se, but he hadn’t looked Buck in the eye through his entire interaction with Christopher.

As soon as the boy was seated at the dinner table, Buck pulled him in for a gentle kiss.

“Thank you” he pressed into his mouth again, gratefully. “I didn’t realize I needed this until you gave it to me. I appreciate you taking care of me.”

Eddie still hadn’t said a word, his eyes darting to the cane every few seconds as if deciding whether or not it actually existed. When he spoke, his voice was far away.

“I didn’t” he cleared his throat. “You’re welcome.”

Satisfied, Buck turned away in time to hear Eddie mutter “unbelievable” under his breath.

-

“Eddie, and I don’t want to offend you, but” Buck carefully entered the bedroom at the end of their nighttime routine. “Are your teeth real?”

Eddie should have looked more offended (Eddie, with his sexy librarian glasses and no shirt because ‘it’s too damn hot for clothing’) but instead, he tried to brush it off.

“Why would you ask me that?”

“Because I found denture cream in place of toothpaste.” He held up the small yellow tube as evidence. “Did you misread the label or something?”

Again, Eddie simply shrugged rather than engage in their conversation. “Nope.”

What did that mean? He’d meant to buy denture cream? Buck rolled the bottle in his hands, standing lost in the middle of the room – another thing for which Eddie usually teased him, but still nothing. Something had been going on with him lately. First the hair dye, and then the reading glasses, and now the denture cream…it was like he was preparing for old age or something.

Oh.

Maybe Eddie had taken to heart the little joke Buck had made about him getting old. He hadn’t even called him old, he’d called him ���dad’ – he was a dad – but then Eddie had followed up with his little ‘old geezer’ routine. Could it be, that Buck had actually hurt his feels or sent him down some spiral? It wouldn’t be the first time (they still had the small collection of Beanie Babies in the hall closet from the time Eddie got drunkenly nostalgic), but this time he wondered if he could do something to help (instead of drunkenly encouraging him to get same-day shipping).

“Eddie” Buck cautiously approached the bed, tube still in hand. “Are you okay?”

The man looked up at him through his glasses as Buck took a seat beside him, staring at him with genuine confusion – not the façade he’d been putting on lately. “I’m fine, Buck” he promised. “What’s up?”

“Did I mess up when I called you ‘dad’ the other day?”

Even when he was taking his glasses off slowly, with concern and love in his eyes, Buck had a hard time not feeling attracted to his boyfriend. The way he cared…it was a lot.

“You didn’t mess up; I thought it as funny. What’s this about?”

Reluctantly, Buck revealed the tube still clutched in his fist as if that would explain everything. The way Eddie threw his head back in laughter, eventually flopping onto his pillow, told him that it must have.

“You ruin all my fun, you know that?”

Well that was…not what he was expecting Eddie to say.

“All I wanted was a little laugh at your expense and you have been nothing but sweet and supportive” he grumbled against the pillow. “It’s been very annoying, you know that?”

Ignoring the bit of hurt that rose in his chest, Buck pulled apart Eddie’s words, trying to decipher some semblance of meaning from them. The more he stared in confusion and horror, the more Eddie seemed to laugh in his face.

Before he could think to pout and beg for an explanation, Eddie reached out to grab his face and pull him down to his level. Buck just barely caught himself on the edge of the bed as Eddie muttered fondly “you are a good man, Evan Buckley, but you can be so…” don’t say dumb, please don’t say dumb “innocent, sometimes.”

It was Buck’s turn to fall forward with the force of his incredulous laughter, trapping Eddie between himself and the bunched up pillows, leaving the tube of denture cream lost to the chaos of their floor. Even as the laughter subsided, Buck rested his chin against his boyfriend’s chest as he spoke.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, arms resting under his head like he had nowhere he’d rather be in that moment. “I thought I was being so clever hiding everything around the house. First the hair dye – I thought it might be a little subtle but you were so nice about reassuring me. And then the reading glasses…” he smirked at the memory of the last time he’d worn them. “That was an unexpected bonus. And then the cane”

“What about the cane?”

His expression softened. “It was meant as a joke but you seemed to really need it so I wasn’t about to take it away from you.”

Buck recoiled but didn’t leave his favourite position, curled on top of his – very perplexing – boyfriend. “You were making fun of me by giving me that cane?” It had never occurred to him that it would be anything more than a well-meaning gift; but Eddie had been mocking him? That didn’t make any sense.

“No!” Eddie sighed. “The cane was for me.”

He was up and straddling Eddie’s knees before he’d even finished his sentence, carefully inspecting every inch of the man he loved for signs of trauma. “What? Why? What happened? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“See, this is what I mean; you’re so nice, I can’t pull a prank on you” Eddie exclaimed, rising to his elbows.

Wait, what?

Buck slowly turned to meet Eddie’s eyes – playful and patient. “A prank?”

“A prank” he confirmed with a smile.

“What was the prank?”

Eddie snorted, eyes falling to the floor. “Grey hair remover, reading glasses, a cane, and denture cream – plus I got, like, four other things.”

He left Buck to connect the dots, which produced a groan from the man, falling back over top. “You weren’t mad about me calling you old, you were being a dick about it” he concluded.

“Not a dick” Eddie protested, “a well-crafted prank that apparently flew over your head.”

“Well what now? Do you want the cane back?” He’d been an idiot, just picking up the thing and assuming it was for him. It seemed like something Eddie would do – and maybe he would have if his mind weren’t on other matters – but Buck should have asked. Idiot.

“I meant it: if it helps you, it’s yours to keep. The rest of it, though…” Eddie’s eyes wandered back to the tube on the floor. “I have no idea what to do with it all now that the prank is sufficiently ruined.”

“It’s not my fault that you were too subtle.” Buck squawked when Eddie threw him to his own side of the bed.

Standing, the man looked over his shoulder on his way to the bedroom closet. “Not all of us can be as subtle as ‘Eddie, if someone you were friends with wanted to ask you out, what would you say?’”

Admittedly, not his most sophisticated moment. “It worked, didn’t?” Over a year later and they were happier than ever.

“True.” Eddie retrieved a plastic grocery bag from the back of the closet, returning to sit on the bed. “But that might be more an indictment on my weakness for puppies.”

In response, Buck licked up the side of his jaw, planting a kiss behind his ear as he snuggled in close for show and tell.

“Gross” Eddie half-heartedly batted him away. “Want to see what I had planned next?”

“Yes please.” Buck bounced beside him, surreptitiously peaking over his shoulder to look into the bag. The very first item had him snorting and ducking under Eddie’s shoulder blade.

“Aren’t Medical Alert Buttons, super expensive?”

Eddie showed off the bright red plastic attached to a black string, hanging it off his finger. “Not the discount one from Wal-Mart. It’s not registered or anything – I wouldn’t go that far. Probably.”

Buck caught the object when Eddie tossed it to him, shaking his head. “I probably would have taken it as a joke about how many times I get injured.”

“It can have multiple uses” he conceded, already looking into the bag for the next gift. “We can keep that one if you want.”

“I’ll think about it.” Buck had no intention of using it, but it might be a cute little thing to hang on his jeep mirror as a reminder of the man he loved. He really did love Eddie. Who else would go through all this for a stupid prank and kiss him when he missed the joke? He imagined smiling fondly at the red button on his way to work during those rare shifts they wouldn’t spend together. He tucked it under his pillow for safe keeping.

“This one was kind of a two-fold.”

Buck stared down at the square packaging in his hands. “A deck of cards isn’t exactly an ‘elderly’ thing.”

“But Bridge with my Abuela and her card shark friends is definitely a thing. I was going to drag you out on a Saturday to hang out with friends and make you sit and watch us play.”

He rolled his eyes. “Jokes on you, then, because I love playing Bridge.”

Eddie raised a dubious eyebrow. “Since when?”

“Since my grandmother taught me to play when I was eight.” He didn’t add that the only reason she had time to teach him was because he spent every weeknight at her house from age 6-15 while his parents worked or otherwise went out. The second he got his license, he got out of that routine; but there were still some fond memories attached to Nana’s house. “I would have kicked your ass.”

“Now we may never know.” Eddie grabbed the deck out of his hand and shoved it in the bedside drawer. “The last one would hopefully have been obvious.”

Buck nearly woke Christopher with his laughter – silenced quickly by Eddie throwing a pillow in his face – as he held the bag of adult diapers.

He loved Eddie so damn much, it hurt to breathe (although the wheezing laughter couldn’t have been helping his cause much). Once he was confident enough to remove the pillow, he examined the product with tears in his eyes.

“You got the overnight protection, that’s very astute. I might have eventually clued in that something was wrong.” He tossed the bag back to Eddie who was smiling at him with an odd look of pride. “This is a lot of effort for a one-off comment, Eddie.”

The man shrugged, reaching down to put the denture cream and diapers back into the bag to take to the donation bin later. “I don’t think it was.”

“What was the last one?” he asked, a lightness filling his voice from the sheer giddiness of being together.

In lieu of an answer, Eddie blushed and looked away. “Nothing.” That definitely meant it was something, Buck decided. There really was only one way to get Eddie to talk when he didn’t want to. Long, calloused fingers found his ribs and danced over his skin, leaving him curled over top of Buck, squirming and laughing. The day he’d discovered that Eddie was ticklish was probably one of the best days of his entire life. It meant he now how a surefire way to get his boyfriend to laugh whenever he wanted. It was a power he used sparingly, but he loved having a switch to turn on his favourite sound at will.

“Alright, stop, stop, I’ll tell you.”

Even as Buck released him, Eddie didn’t move from his place against Buck’s stomach, both breathing heavily and smiling at each other, wide and bright. The air grew still between them as Eddie regained his senses, the grin falling from his face – though his eyes were still warm and loving.

“I booked us a tour” he whispered his confession.

“A tour for where?” As funny as it would have been, they couldn’t exactly try to take advantage of a senior’s discount anywhere.

Eddie licked his lips, his earnest heart pulling the last of the humor away. “At a retirement village.”

The realization came a moment later. “You wanted to look at a retirement home together?” Saying the words out loud felt strange on his tongue. Stringing those syllables together in that order was not a possibility he ever thought to consider for himself.

Suddenly it was all he wanted.

“It was for the prank” Eddie gave a half-hearted shrug, still not releasing his breath entirely. “But I figured we could put our name on the waiting list if we liked it anyways.”

Buck joined him in his breathlessness, unable to think beyond the buzzing in his ears screaming ‘I love you, I love you, I love you.’ The world around him seemed fuzzy but Eddie’s face was crystal clear in his eyes.

“You’re planning your retirement with me?” Knowing them, that time wouldn’t come for another forty or fifty years, and yet Eddie wanted to put their names on a waiting list together. Like they were a sure thing.

“I did it as a joke” Eddie mumbled his concession, breath warming his skin. Buck watched his muscles dance underneath him, shivering with hope and excitement. “but it felt right to write down Mr. and Mr. Diaz.”

“I love you.” Those were the only words Buck could think to express every emotion in his being. There was too much at once to process and it swirled through his body, igniting every nerve ending on its way down to his toes. His mouth opened of its own accord and completely ran away from him. “I’ll love you when we’re old a grey, and you need all of those things you spent too much money on.” Eddie opened his mouth to protest but he continued. “I’ll love you when we fight – and when we think it’s the end for us, I’ll keep loving you. I want to hold your hand and die peacefully in our sleep in a retirement home we picked out when we were in our thirties. I want all of that, Eddie.”

He hadn’t thought seriously about marriage but the second it left his mouth…Eddie was right.

It just felt right.

The scariest request he’d ever made, didn’t seem so terrifying when he was staring down at the man he wanted to spend his life with, who kissed his stomach and smiled up at him with shining eyes.

“Our appointment is next Sunday.”

It was as close to an acceptance as they could muster in the moment, but the least he could do was pull Eddie up to kiss him properly. Buck released him for just a moment, smiling up at his fiancé to whisper:

“Good prank.”

Before diving in for another kiss.

[katiecomma]

Emergency Exit - a ficlet

Mac follows Jack down the hall, and they burst through the Emergency Exit door and into the cool night air.

They run toward the Shelby, parked nearby, their black tuxes helping them hide in the dark night.

“Matty’s gonna kill us,” Mac says as he ducks into the passenger seat of Jack’s little sports car.

“Dude! It was get out now or don’t get out at all,” Jack says as he starts the car, and revs the engine taking off into the night.

“And I didn’t even get to try anything from the buffet,” Mac says, watching LA race by outside the window. “I’m starving.”

“Oh man, I got a great idea,” Jack says. “Buckle up.” He shifts up another gear and speeds up, weaving through traffic, though no one’s tailing them.

Mac settles into the seat, feeling the tension drain from his muscles now that it’s just him and Jack and not a room full of people with mixed intentions.

He’s almost drifting to sleep to the rumble of the engine when it slows. He looks up and sees the big glowing sign of Carl’s Jr.

Mac laughs aloud and shakes his head. How appropriate.

The small sports car crawls over the speed bumps in the parking lot and into the drive thru. Jack orders for both of them, the same thing they always get with extra fries because “it’s a special occasion and all.” He even orders a couple pieces of cake and some cookies for desert.

Jack parks the car in a dark corner of the lot and doles out the food.

Mac undoes his bow tie, and tosses it into the back. “Perfect,” he says as he unwraps his burger.

“Oh shit!” Jack looks around like he’s missing something. “I didn’t order drinks.”

“Oh! I’ve got you covered!” Mac says. He leans between the front seats so he can reach the bottle of champagne he stashed in the backseat earlier. He’d anticipated a quick getaway.

“Oh Mac I could kiss you,” Jack says as he grabs the bottle and pops the cork. He takes a swig right from the bottle and passes it to Mac.

Mac tips the bottle back and lets the effervescent liquor tingle over his tongue and down his throat. It’s a little warm now after sitting in the car all night, but he doesn’t care. It’s perfect.

“Who ever would’a thought we’d end up duckin’ out of our own wedding reception to hit up a Carls Jr?” Jack asks, taking a big bite of cheeseburger and groaning at the taste.

“I mean...” Mac swallows the bite in his mouth. “It definitely sounds like something we would do.”

“Fair enough,” Jack says, stuffing some fries into his mouth. “And it’s not like we had a choice!”

Mac raises his eyebrows and nods as he grabs for the champagne bottle again to wash down his food.

“Why the hell did Murdoc show up?” Mac asks.

“Well...” Jack looks out the window instead of at Mac.

“Well, what?” Mac asks.

“Come on Mac, he’s never been subtle about his obsession with you,” Jack says. “Are you really that surprised?”

“Guess not,” Mac shrugs, his cheeks turning a little pink. He blames the champagne.

“Now what surprised the hell out of me was the cat fight!” Jack says, hand not full of burger waving to emphasize his surprise. Mac sees the glint of the gold ring on his finger and it gives him butterflies.

“I know, right?” Mac replies to Jack’s cat fight comment. “I didn’t even know Nikki and Cage knew each other!”

“Must’a run into each other working at the CIA,” Jack says. “We’ll definitely have to get that story later.”

“Probably classified,” Mac laughs.

Jack laughs in return. “Riley‘ll dig it up for us.”

Mac picks up the bottle and holds it up as high as the low profile of the car will allow. “To Riley!”

“To Riley!” Jack says, knocking his cup of fries against the bottle.

Mac takes another sip and is surprised at just how well the sweet champagne goes with the salty grease. “Bozer would be so disappointed. Pairing expensive champagne with Carl’s Jr.” He tips the bottle toward Jack.

“Naw thanks hoss,” Jack says. “I still have to drive us back to the hotel.”

Mac shrugs and takes another sip for himself. “Are we really going back there?” Mac asks. “With Murdoc lurking around?”

“Fair point,” Jack says. “Last thing I want on my wedding night is being interrupted by Murdoc.”

Mac shudders. “Home?”

“Home,” Jack nods. “Shame to let that fancy honeymoon suite go to waste.”

“You know what? To hell with it,” Mac says. “He knows where we live. He’s just as likely to find us there.”

“And it’s not like you ever let me put that security system in,” Jack says with a raised eyebrow and a disapproving look.

Mac sighs. “Is this what married life is really going to be like?” He asks with a smile. “Nag, nag, nag, all the time?”

“Dude, this was our relationship before we got married. This was our friendship before we started dating.”

“Some things never change,” Mac says with a grin, leaning over the centre console.

“Ain’t it beautiful?” Jack says leaning in.

The kiss is a chaotic mixture of French fries, grease, champagne and burger. Mac can’t imagine the fancy food Bozer had picked out for the reception could taste better.

Thank you so much for the prompt that got this rolling @thethistlegirl - THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

Thank you @orianess for beta reading and help with the title!

I’m going to post this on AO3 later... but I’m having issues with it posting via mobile right now.

[marcquez]

I was tagged by @valesweetdreams , thank you 💕

What is the colour of your hairbrush? Yellow

Name a food you’ll never eat Mushrooms, but Enoki and Oyster mushroom are an exception

Are you typically too warm or too cold Too warm I guess? It’s the weather that makes me so

What were you doing 45 minutes ago Watching Evangelion

What’s your favourite candy bar It’s either Cadbury or Silver Queen, can’t ever go wrong with those two

Have you ever been to a professional sports game Sadly never, too bad streaming is all I could do for the time being

What was the last thing you said out loud “I’m so stiff!” (Since I was binge watching what else do you expect :( )

What is your favorite ice cream Chocolate and vanilla! Sometimes green tea and strawberry (I just love ice cream in general)

What was the last thing you had to drink Water, cold

Do you like your wallet? Not with its content apparently

What was the last thing you ate My lunch

Did you buy any clothes last weekend No I’ve been at home since forever

What’s the last sporting event you watched Leeds United vs Arsenal *angry noises*

What’s your favourite flavour of popcorn The salty one, was it butter?

Who is the last person you sent a text message My mutual

Ever been camping No, I think I don’t want to for now

Do you take vitamins Nope :(

Do you regularly attend a place of worship Not quite, only when it’s Eid

Do you have a tan That time on my feet because it was too hot and I was wearing a flip flops outside, so there you go--

Do you prefer Chinese or Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza! *with Danny Ricc’s voice*

Do you usually drink your soda through straw It depends if they give me a straw, but usually nope!

What colour socks do you usually wear Any colour really... I don’t mind

Do you ever drive above the speed limit Nope, I got no license yet :(

What terrifies you Sitting on the floor while there’s an earthquake...

Look to your left, what do you see My sister playing with her phone lmao

What chore do you hate I hate chores in general >:(

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent It was quite weird at first because it’s definitely not a British accent :”) but I’ve ever lived in Aussie for 3 years so I’m used to that now and haven’t heard any of it again since I went back home to my country and I missed it :(

What’s your favourite soda I don’t play favourites, I like any kind of soda sksksk

Do you go in the fast food place or just hit the drive thru I go in usually, I rarely hit the drive thru

What’s your favourite number 24 since it’s my birth date

Who’s the last person you talked to My sister lmaooo

Favourite meat Anything except pork :)

Last song you listened to Cruel Angel’s Thesis by Yoko Takahashi (lmao I’m so obsessed with this song now)

Last book you read The Book Of Almost by Brian Khrisna

Favourite day of the week I guess Sunday because race day uwu sometimes could be a match day too

Can you say the alphabet backwards Not in a million years :) I’m dummy thicc

How do you like your coffee Any way! I like coffee in general (I guess I like to say in general a lot...)

Favourite pair of shoes The casual one I guess

Time you normally get up 4 or 5 AM I guess, then I sleep again till almost afternoon

Do you prefer sunrise or sunsets Sunsets is the best, no debate

How many blankets on your bed None

Describe your kitchen plates Some are plastics some are glass that’s all

Describe your kitchen counter at the moment It’s probably messy right now don’t ask me why

Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink I haven’t try any :( but beer would taste nice for the amateur I suppose?

Do you play cards Does playing domino count? If so then yes

What colour is your cat I have no pet :(

Can you change a tyre Nope, but those pit stop crew could :3

Your favourite state or province West Nusa Tenggara where the Mandalika Circuit is :3 I wanted to go there someday and watch a race really...

Favourite job you’ve had I had a work experience thingy when I was in high school where I gotta volunteer at a daycare for 5 days... kids are surely a handful to take care of lmao

I tag whoever wants to do this! 

[areyougettingenoughoxygen]

Don’t Listen to the Nay-Sayers, I’ve Got a Love for Pokemon Sword/Shield

As I was trying to figure out something to post about this week, I was also trying to get a Grookey egg for a friend. That turned into me getting off the computer, laying down, and just playing Pokemon Shield. It may have been a good idea: not only did I hatch a shiny Grookey for myself after only 21 eggs as well as found a shiny Gigantamax Hatterene online, but I also found something I wanted to write about.

DISCLAIMER: I wrote this the day before the Direct came out talking about the new Expansions, so those will not be discussed in this write-up.

I’m presenting at the Pop Culture Association’s National Conference in April, with my topic being about how Pokemon’s fanbase refuses to evolve alongside the games. My research over winter break from school was supposed to be playing through all 8 gens of games, but I keep finding myself just playing Pokemon Shield. It may just be because I’m procrastinating, but I have Pokemon Red up on my 3DS just sleeping while I’m actively playing Pokemon Shield. Sorry Charmander, but the Galarian region is calling to me.

Before I got Pokemon Shield, I was one of the people who was in disbelief over what was deemed “Dex-It,” a term given to the fact that not all previous Pokemon would enter the region of Galar. Even more soured on the Pokemon Sword/Shield hype train, once reviews for Sword/Shield came out giving the game extreme praise, I began having almost resentment towards the title. How could a game with half the Pokemon and graphics looking like they came out of a Nintendo 64 rank better on IGN than any game since Black 2/White 2 (including the infamous Omega Ruby/Alpha Sapphire “7.8 - too much water” ranking)?

Regardless, I decided that I wanted it near release, and it’d be unfair of me to judge a game based on what people said rather than what I felt about it. The weekend that Pokemon Sword/Shield came out, I worked Friday and then doubles on Saturday and Sunday so that I could use the tip money that I accumulated towards Pokemon Shield. That Sunday, I walked over to my local Gamestop and picked up my copy, took it home, and started up the game. I was so exhausted that I only got to the starter selection portion of the game before falling asleep, but once I had my energy back, I went to work with my Pokemon buddies.

I almost always choose the Grass starter (except for lieking Mudkips in Gen 3), so Grookey was a natural choice for me. Besides, just look at that face. How could I NOT choose Grookey? Something that Pokemon Sword/Shield did better than any Pokemon game before it though is giving each and every starter a distinct personality. When Leon (the champion of the Galar region and your rival Hop’s brother) sends out the three Pokemon for you to select between, you’re treated to a cutscene of Grookey, Scorbunny, and Sobble interacting with one another. My heartstrings were tugged as I chose Grookey and Hop chose Sobble, leaving Scorbunny all alone. Leon assured Scorbunny that it could come with him and Charizard though, and I found myself elated that all three starters had homes. I hadn’t even had a Pokemon battle yet, and I was already invested in what would happen to the three starters in the game.

Hop won’t be the only rival you encounter throughout the game though, as many trainers are looking to advance in the challenge to become Pokemon Master. Marnie, alongside her faithful Morpeko, is also fighting to be the best like no one ever was. Cheering her on are Team Yell, which take on the roles of redeemable baddies much like Team Skull of Sun/Moon rather than outright baddies like Team Rocket. Both Marnie as well as Team Yell favor Dark type Pokemon, with the new Galarian form of Zigzagoon being a favorite of Team Yell. While Marnie has a competitive nature, she never is outright rude to the player, making her a more favorable rival to encounter during your journey. Contrasting Dark type trainer Marnie and her helpful attitude is Bede, a pastel trainer with a bad attitude who favors Psychic and Fairy types. While his interior is cold and ruthless, his relationships with Chairman Rose and Gym Leader Opal make him more endearing as the game goes on. Each rival you encounter has a satisfying end to their journey, showing that even if you don’t achieve your dream of becoming Pokemon Master, you can achieve a different dream.

I don’t want to spoil the story for anyone reading this who hasn’t played Pokemon Sword/Shield yet, but I would venture to say that it’s the best story out of any game in recent memory. Of course, it follows the routine of start your journey, earn badges, challenge the champion, become Pokemon Master, but there are many surprises alongside the way. Just when I thought the game was over, a few hours of more content strung itself along before I was able to claim my title of Pokemon Master and beat up Leon’s Charizard.

I’m not sure how other people play the game, but the Pokemon Camp feature of the game really connected me to the Pokemon that I had in my party along the way. It’s similar to the Pokemon Amie and such of yesteryear, but with a few changes. Your Pokemon can actually interact with one another, for starters. My Pokemon would chat with each other, race against each other, and sometimes even fight each other (which I had to break up). You can create curry dishes for them, and they joyfully gobble up your food if you cook it well enough. Seriously, one of my favorite parts of the 125+ hours I’ve put into the game so far was when after cooking curry, a stray Hippopotas came to my camp and wanted to be in my party, alongside a ribbon he received for being a Curry Connoisseur. I gave him competitive stats and an Everstone, and I named him Roux after his love for curry.

The main story itself only took me around 35 hours to complete, and the postgame only took a few more hours, but as I said above, I’ve put 125+ hours into the game thus far. One of the reasons for this is the Wild Area, which is a welcome addition to the game for people who like exploration. After you’re thrown into the Wild Area, you learn after a period of time which areas you’re supposed to be in and which ones you need to get out of as soon as possible. Rather than having a sign saying DON’T GO HERE, you’ll encounter Pokemon impossible to beat. I myself used Pokedolls for the first time ever in a Pokemon game to allow myself to get away from Pokemon who were 20+ levels above me just so that my team wouldn’t black out.

My only critique of the Wild Area is that there are admittedly portions of it that look as though they came out of a Nintendo 64 game, specifically the graphics of the trees in the game. Before a friend got the game, I walked up to one of the berry trees and showed him how they would become see-thru and comprise of green dots where the treetops were supposed to be. We both laughed at how bad it looked. However, as bad as these graphical errors are, they never took away from my enjoyment of the game.

As a competitive player, I like how much simpler it is in the game to make your Pokemon in fighting shape. Instead of every single Pokemon having to be products of Daycare Eugenics, you’re able to use readily available berries to reset your Pokemon’s EVs, give them purchasable vitamins to give them desired EVs, use Bottle Caps to max out IVs, and even use new mechanics found in Mints to change the nature of your Pokemon to something viable. I was able to take the Grookey that I started the game with and make him competitive just using the post-game mechanics available. This also makes it so that you can use the shiny Pokemon that you find, rather than hoping and praying that you get the exact stats you want for one. My original Grookey-turned-Rillaboom, Lucio, is able to compete alongside his daughter, shiny Grookey-turned Rillaboom, Lucia.

I have a love/hate relationship with the online play in Pokemon Sword/Shield though, which could be attributed to how online play works in any Switch game period. I’ve grown to enjoy joining Pokemon Raids with people online, but I hate how you basically have to be actively trading to find any new Raids, especially with how frequently Raids fill up. I’ve got a box filled with baby Grookeys to mystery trade to people while I wait to battle Gigantamax Pokemon and eventually curse to myself while throwing out a Pokeball and failing to capture it. The trade off for the wait rarely pays off.

For my criticism of online play and the graphics of Pokemon Sword/Shield though, there’s so much more to appreciate about the game than that. I don’t know if I’d throw out “best Pokemon game ever,” but I definitely agree that it’s the best Pokemon game since Black 2/White 2. Damn you IGN for having me agree with you.

If any of you reading this happen to be interested in my future presentation of Pokemon info at the 2020 Pop Culture Association National Conference, be sure to watch out for future info. I’ll let y’all know when I’m presenting the closer it is.

[killerqueen89]

Thinking of you

This is actually the first one I wrote, but I don't know why I didn't post it before.

English is not my native language, so sorry for grammar mistakes. 

-Does everyone think that? How is that possible?- Brooke asked, he was talking over the phone with Nina and Scarlet. Already regretting it.

-I don't know Brooke Lynn, maybe 'cause you act like her number one fan?- Nina responded. 

-Haven't you seen yourself? I know you're friends. But, you're like... the admiration is real gurl.- Scarlett said. -And that's coming from me so…- she added. 

 -Admiration and crush is not the same Scarlet.- Brooke said rolling his eyes.

-That's true, a crush is what I had for her during the show.- That answer hit him like a slap, he had forgotten about Scarlet's crush on Yvie and the reminder wasn't pleasant. -You're in love bitch!- Nina's laugh was heard on the back. 

-I was with Vanjie until two days ago.- He answered a little annoyed.

-And tell me again why he left you? And why you let him go?- Scarlet replayed him and he just bite his tongue to not snap at her.

 -Brooke you literally have heart eyes every time she's around.- Brooke stayed quiet. -We're not saying you were in love with her all this time... but it's certainly not surprising if you're now. We kinda saw it coming.-

-Does he knows?- Brooke asked, the panic in his voice evident. -Does Jovan knows that everyone think I'm in love with him?-

-Hell no! He would had acted on it if he knew!- / -Of course not. He would have asked you if he knew.-

They answer at the same time and Brooke calm down a little. They were right, Yvie wasn't the type that wouldn't confront him for something like that. They keep talking until Nina and Scarlet went to say goodbye to Vanjie, he didn’t go... he needed to think and doubted that Vanjie wanted to see him anyways.

-Brooke relax. Think about it, but don't overthink- Scarlet told him before saying goodbye. -And don't miss dinner, Yvie worries when you're not there. She said It's bad for your anxiety.-

“-Why are you doing this again?- Brooke says exasperated.

-Because you're always talking about her... don't you see it?-  Vanjie sounded so tired. -I can't, Brock. I can't let you do this anymore.-”

Vanjie was leaving the tour that night and Brooke was face up on the bed thinking about the fight they had a couple of days before. He was going to miss her, but things didn’t work and he didn't want to hurt Vanjie more. 

He just grew close to Yves. He didn't understand what the problem was with that. Vanjie accused him as if he was cheating on him. It was ridiculous.

While Brooke's mind goes on and on, almost an hour had passed and he had missed dinner. So, when he heard the knock on the door, he was surprised that it had been so long that Jovan was at his door with their dinners. 

-Hey there… Vanjie seemed mad that you didn't say goodbye and when I asked for it, she tell me I should know?- Yvie gave him an awkward smile and he felt guilt for making him worried. -It was pretty weird, but I got worried, so here I am... do you want to talk about it?- Brooke moved, leaving him room to get in.

-Not really. It doesn't matters.- He went from the door to his bed, Yvie followed him and sat on it. -I think in some point I knew things weren't going to work again with Vanjie-

-Why you say that? You fight, then you make out… it's gonna be okay- Yvie set their dinner in the bed and gives him a small smile.

-Maybe, maybe not- He looked at him and before he could ask, Brooke was talking again. -It seemed different this time... he, he keeps saying shit.- He let out a sigh and continued -He’s jealous… he keep saying that I have a thing for you and that I cheat on him. And well, you know how that ends.-

-But you don't. So, why don't you tell him that?- Yves looked into his eyes and Brooke's heart skipped a beat.

‘Cause I'm not sure if I don't, Brooke wanted to answer. -I don't know- and for a moment he thought he saw what seemed like hope in the other man's eyes. -I don't want to be in a relationship like that... I want to be able to talk on the phone without him making faces if I smile, or if I laugh at some meme you send me. I just... I can't take responsibility for his insecurities and if he doesn't trust me, what's the point?-

-Of course, that makes sense,- Jovan replied with a defeated smile and put a hand on his. -I know your freedom is very important to you. But if you want me to... I don't know,  I wouldn't be mad if you choose him if it makes you happy…-

-What the fuck, Jovan! Don't even think about it!- He took out his hand and was angry and disappointed. -Why would you say that? Don't you know me at all?- Brooke didn't know why, but the simple fact that he considered him capable of such a thing hurt his feelings.

-I know, I’m sorry. I just thought that if you really love him, I would understand.- Yvie said with soft eyes while reaching for his hand again, and his blood raced as he took it. 

-Well, stop! We've went a long way together. And maybe you have won $100,000.- Jovan chuckled. -But I don't... my prize were my fans and my friendships! And I'm not change in it for dick.- They both laughed loud as he pulled Yvie in a hug.

-I thought I could take the opportunity to get rid of you,- Yvie joked in his ear. -Bitch, you are so dramatic.- They released each other and Brooke was smiling again.

-I won't make it that easy. I'm poor, so I'll have to live your money out- She finished and Jovan laughed and god, if he loved that laugh. -Now, let's eat or you'll disappear-

They eat and talked as they are used to. It wasn't awkward, although it was. It had always been a bit awkward, but that night he couldn’t stop beaming. And somehow it was the same as always, but Brooke knew it wasn't.

He couldn't help thinking if it really was like everyone said. But he just pushed those thoughts to the back of his head and proposed a movie night that Yves accepts right away.

They decided to see The Conjuring, turned off the lights and lied on the bed, not too close, but not too far. The room was quiet, the only sounds coming from the tv.

Thru the middle of the movie, Brooke felt Yvie moved and he turned to find his friend's sleeping figure. He looked him for a moment, thinking that maybe Vanjie was right.

Brooke could think of a life without Vanjie as his lover, but not without Yves, he couldn't, he wouldn't.

Yvie shifted again and placed himself on his chest, a hand in his heart. The older one took a deep breath trying to calm his heartbeat, but he just stayed there, too sleepy to notice.

He looked so peaceful, the bluish tv light illuminating his profile and Brooke couldn't help but stares at him, his skin looked so smooth, his eyebrows had grown making him look hotter, his lips were so full and he couldn't help wondering how they would feel against his.

He turned off the television and, in a rush of confidence, he put an arm around Yves's waist and his free hand above the one on his heart. And Yvie snuggled closer to him, his proximity tickling his skin and it just felt so right.

Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep thinking that maybe it was true. Well... maybe not, it was definitely true, he was in love with Yvie.

[lady-divine-writes]

Kurtbastian one-shot “Spirits of the Past” (Rated PG13)

Summary:

An old friend comes back into Kurt and Sebastian's lives. It turns into both a blessing and a curse. (2279)

Notes:

A lot of people had wondered when we'd be seeing Blaine Anderson. Well, here he is ... Also, I wrote a similar story for another pairing. There are a lot of differences between the two, I promise :)

Part 54 of Daddies

Read on AO3.

“Daddy! Papa! I have something I need to show you!” Thomas races full tilt thru the living room and into the kitchen, sliding across the linoleum in socked feet with Hepburn scrambling behind, stopping mere inches from his two dads preparing breakfast at the stove.

Well, Kurt is preparing breakfast. Sebastian is stealing bacon every time he thinks Kurt isn’t paying attention.

Little does he realize Kurt has been keeping a mental tally, and has every intention of making his husband repay him for the pilfered pieces.

“Ten points!” Sebastian cheers between chews, offering his son a high-five.

“Sebastian! Don’t encourage him!” Kurt scolds, stacking pancakes one by one onto a large serving plate. “Thomas! What have I told you about running in the house?”

“I’m sorry, Papa! But I had to come tell you … I got one! I really got one!”

“Got one what, Tom-Tom?” Sebastian asks while Kurt, cracking eggs into a bowl for scrambling, shudders. The last time Thomas said those words, he came bounding into their bedroom covered in head-to-toe mud, carrying something Kurt could only describe as furry, squeaky, and highly unamused.

Luckily, it wasn’t rabid. In fact, it was microchipped, and belonged to their neighbor a few houses down.

“An EVP!” he announces proudly, holding up a silver digital recorder. “I was right! I told you! Our house is haunted!”

Eggs forgotten for the moment, Sebastian and Kurt turn to one another and share a look – Sebastian’s of pure amusement, Kurt’s of mild terror.

“Are you sure?” Sebastian asks.

“Oh, absolutely!” Thomas says, beaming with confidence. “I listened to it five times! It’s definitely an EVP! It sounds exactly like the ones I heard on the YouTube videos new Uncle Blaine messaged me!”

“New Uncle Blaine,” Kurt grumbles, and Sebastian snorts, almost shooting a piece of unchewed pork out his nose.

Blaine’s return to their lives has been an interesting development. After Kurt and Sebastian’s run-in at Vogue with Kurt’s now ex-intern, Sebastian hopped on his cell phone and spent the remainder of that afternoon talking to Blaine Anderson for the first time in years. Apologies were made from Sebastian to Blaine, and then from Blaine to Kurt, and after an hour long cry session, they invited Blaine out for the weekend to bury the hatchet yet again and meet Thomas. It was strange, and mildly surreal, how he was able to fit into the life that Sebastian and Kurt have made for themselves. Kurt always thought reuniting with Blaine would be awkward, even painful, but it’s been none of that. He’s the same boy Kurt first met at Dalton, more so now with his flourishing career as a recording artist, but with none of the hang ups he had after they broke up. It’s been nice having this new/retro version of Blaine around. It makes both Kurt and Sebastian feel like teenagers again.

Save for one thing …

When Blaine met Thomas, they hit it off immediately, probably because he brought chocolate chip cookies and regaled him with all the stories about his parents as teenagers that they had yet to divulge. While the three adults caught up, Kurt mentioned their recent summer vacay to the sunny California coast, and Blaine told a tale of how he recently recorded a video at the Winchester Mystery House in San Jose – reportedly one of the most haunted houses in America.

Kurt had considered putting a kibosh on that conversation, considering how much anxiety Thomas had surrounding the subject of ghosts and death. Kurt’s biggest fear was that it would churn up memories of Thomas’s mother, and that he wouldn’t sleep at night.

Oh, how naïve he was.

Thomas was far from frightened. He was fascinated.

And Blaine, the consummate performer, loved having a captivated audience.

He indulged, telling Thomas how, during his teenage years, he thought that their school, Dalton Academy, might have been haunted.

“I remember that!” Sebastian had leapt in unhelpfully. “Didn’t people say there were cold spots in the common room at night?”

“A-ha,” Blaine had said. “Lights flickered on and off, doors shut on their own, kids had feelings of dread in the AP Chem lab ...”

“That’s probably because most kids couldn’t pass AP Chem,” Kurt had said, rolling his eyes.

“The teachers, too.”

“Yeah, well, how would you feel teaching a bunch of kids who kept failing your class?”

Kurt is a skeptic. He feels everything people claim as evidence of hauntings are easily explainable outside the realm of the supernatural. He did spend the better part of his formative years bunking in a renovated basement after all. From creaking floorboards to improperly installed doors and the occasional electrical fault, Kurt has seen it all, so he’s immune to the idea of a door slamming unexpectedly being proof that a house – or a school - is haunted, no matter how old the place is.

Of course, three headmasters had died at Dalton. And Dalton Academy did burn down under suspicious circumstances. They rebuilt it after a full investigation, but they never could nail down the cause of the fire.

But from that moment on, Thomas was hooked, determined to find out whether or not their own house – one that had been around since the turn of the century – was haunted.

Sebastian puts a hand on his husband’s shoulder and massages, but it’s cold comfort.

He blames him just as much for Thomas’s newest obsession as he does Blaine.

“Do you think maybe you can jump on this one?” Kurt asks while their son stands between them, arm outstretched, begging with poignant facial expressions for someone to ask him to press play. With any luck, he just recorded himself snoring, or talking in his sleep, something that would be easy to explain in a way that would neither frighten nor disappoint their inquisitive son. Kurt isn’t a big fan of the whole ghost hunting thing, but he doesn’t want to discourage his creative mind.

“Why?”

“Because if our house is haunted, I don’t want to know about it. I mean, we’ve lived here for over a decade. If there are disembodied spirits among us, obviously they’re happy with us seeing as we’ve never seen or heard a peep from them. I don’t want to ruin that relationship.”

Sebastian stares in awe at the skill of his husband, able to present a logical argument laced with sarcasm in a way that their precocious little boy won’t detect. But Sebastian can tell from the tone in Kurt’s voice that the next time they see Blaine, he’s in for an earful.

“Al-righty, then.” Sebastian takes his son by the shoulder and steers him towards the living room. “Come along, Tom-Tom. Let’s go have a listen.”

“Yay!”

Kurt watches the two wander off into the living room. Once the door closes behind them, Kurt can’t hear anything over the crackling of bacon (what’s left of it). Good, he assures himself. Because he’s absolutely not curious. If Thomas did find evidence of some long-dead prior owner’s ghost in their house, and he doesn’t believe for one minute he did, he doesn’t need to know about it. He doesn’t believe it anyway, so why is this a question? It’s not. It has no bearing on his life whatsoever. And it doesn’t matter one inch that when they first moved in, he used to get chills in the oddest places – like the completely insulated coat closet in the hall, or the windowless shower with the scalding hot water running; or the fact that he avoided Sebastian’s renovated den-turned-rec room for weeks before he had it completely re-done because walking in there just made him … sad.

He stands by what he said.

Though he might start dressing underneath a towel, just because.

Not too long after the pair leaves, Sebastian returns carrying the recorder and wearing an indecipherable look on his face. Kurt watches him anxiously, waiting for an explanation, but his infuriating husband doesn’t give him one. Instead, the grin on his face widens steadily, it seems, in correlation to the size Kurt’s eyes become.

“Well?” Kurt says, even though, again, he doesn’t want to know. He’s just been making breakfast – scrambling eggs and buttering toast, not at all overanalyzing every minute he’s spent alone in their house when he’s had to rationalize something that’s happened that he couldn’t outright explain.

“Well, he definitely caught something.”

“W-was it Hepburn farting?” Kurt swallows hard. “Because I think his new diet might not be agreeing with him.”

“No,” Sebastian says somberly. “It’s definitely not that. But it’s thought provoking, to say the least.”

The top of Kurt’s head goes cold. His hands begin to shake, the beating of his heart vibrating his entire body. But he fights for calm because if there’s one thing Kurt doesn’t believe in, it’s ghosts. Or God. Or life after death of any kind. If he had, it would have made his entire life from eight to eighteen much easier to bear. And that’s one of the reasons he can’t believe now. If he listens to that recording and it happens to be real, then what does that mean for his entire life view? His take on the universe and his place in it?

“Oh God!” Kurt groans, forgetting about breakfast and putting his hands over his eyes. “No!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Of all the things I don’t need to worry about! I don’t want to deal with ghosts, Sebastian! I can’t!”

“Kurt …”

“Because talking about ghosts leads to talking about death, and talking about death leads to talking about God and heaven, and these are concepts I’m just not comfortable coming to terms with right now! Not with my history on the subject, and definitely not his!”

“Kurt …”

“Besides, think of what living in a haunted house would involve! You saw The Amityville Horror! The Conjuring! The Woman in Black! Between the investigators and the séances and the television interviews - I really really don’t have the time for that!”

“Kurt! I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that.”

“Really?” Kurt’s hands slide down his face. “So you’re okay with us living here with the ghost of Aunt Annie roaming around the halls at night, cursing me to eternal damnation for not putting raisins in my rice pudding since everyone over the age of fifty thinks they belong there, and for violating the bed where her twelve blessed children were born with our heathenous ways?”

“Raisins? Heathenous? Wha---Kurt …” Sebastian snickers “… who the heck is Aunt Annie?”

“I don’t know! It just sounded old tyme to me.”

“Kurt, honey” - Sebastian wraps an arm around his agitated husband’s waist - “I didn't realize how uncomfortable this might be for you. But if it makes you feel any better, the solution to this might be less complicated than you think.”

“Wh-what … what do you mean less complicated? What happened in the living room!?”

“I listened to what he recorded, and I agreed it sounded ominous. Then I gave him $20 for it, and promised him an additional $20 if he swore to let this go and never try to record an EVP again.”

“Wha---why? Is it that bad?” Kurt asks, imagining screeching and wailing and blood thirsty howls, things that he and Sebastian might not have heard because, ironically, they sleep like the dead.

“Why don’t you listen for yourself?”

Kurt’s eyes pop open at such a phenomenal speed, Sebastian swears he hears a snap. “Why would I want to listen to it!? I’m asking you specifically because I don’t want to …!”

Sebastian presses play without waiting for Kurt to finish, and for all of Kurt’s arguing to the contrary, he goes quiet so he can listen. According to the counter on the recorder’s display, whatever Thomas heard starts at over two hours in. Thomas goes to bed at 8, so that would make this around 10 something. Kurt and Sebastian would have still been up. But Kurt doesn’t remember hearing anything.

The loudest noise on the recording is the soft inhale-exhale of their son sleeping, followed by rhythmic snuffling from Hepburn. But not long after, another noise starts. It’s muffled, intermittent. To the untrained ear (and through several walls and closed doors) it does sound very ominous, like the notes of a sustained and painful cry rising up from the depths of hell below.

But to someone who knows exactly what they’re listening to, it’s clear, and Kurt blushes bright red to the roots of his highlights.

It’s the sound of him moaning in the farthest thing from pain.

“So, would you say that’s twenty bucks well spent?” Sebastian asks, grinning like a goblin.

“Yes.” Kurt clears his throat, reaching out to turn the recorder off before he hears something that makes his face ignite. “Good call.”

“Thank you.”

“In other news, I am now very self-conscious of my sex noises.”

“Don’t be,” Sebastian growls, grabbing a healthy handful of his husband’s left ass cheek and squeezing. “I think your noises are damn sexy. Besides, everyone thinks they sound weird when they hear themselves on tape.”

“Did he happen to catch you on there?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“And …?”

“Oh me?” Sebastian chuckles, snagging a plate for himself, and one for Thomas, camped out in the living room, waiting for his breakfast and imagining how he’s going to spend his newfound wealth. “I sound amazing!”

“You know, if you tell Blaine about this, I’m going to kick you where the sun don’t shine.”

Sebastian laughs out loud. “Steel-plated chonies it is,” he says, side stepping Kurt’s foot and jogging the rest of the way.

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all I wanted, and all I needed...

[ FULL PLAYLIST ] 

@moonieisms

01. thru these tears by lany

“ in the end I'm gonna be alright but it might take a hundred sleepless nights to make the memories of you disappear but right now I can't see nothing through these tears. out of sight but you're not out of my mind, so it might take somebody else at night to make it feel like you were never here but right now I can't see nothing through these tears. ”

02. someone you loved by lewis capaldi

“ but now the day bleeds into nightfall and you’re not here to get me through it all. I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug. I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved. ”

03. all I want by kodaline

“ when you said your last goodbye, I died a little bit inside. I lay in tears in bed all night, alone without you by my side. but If you loved me, why did you leave me? ”

04. jealous by labrinth

“ 'cause I wished you the best of all this world could give. and I told you when you left me there's nothing to forgive but I always thought you'd come back, tell me all you found was heartbreak and misery. it's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way you're happy without me. ”

05. break my heart again by finneas

“ you can’t help it if your mind has changed, so go ahead and break my heart again, leave me wonderin’ why the hell I ever let you in. are you the definition of insanity? or am I? ”

06. bruises by lewis capaldi

“ counting days since my love up and got lost on me. and every breath that I've been takin' since you left feels like a waste on me. I've been holding on to hope that you'll come back when you can find some peace ‘cause every word that I've heard spoken since you left feels like a hollow street. ”

07. you could be happy by snow patrol

“ most of what I remember makes me sure; I should have stopped you from walking out the door. you could be happy; I hope you are. you made me happier than I'd been by far. somehow everything I own smells of you and for the tiniest moment it's all not true. ”

08. in my veins by andrew belle

“ oh, you’re in my veins and I cannot get you out. oh, you’re all I taste at night inside of my mouth. oh, you run away 'cause I am not what you found. oh, you’re in my veins and I cannot get you out. ”

09. I can’t make you love me by dave thomas junior

“ cause I can't make you love me if you don't. you can't make your heart feel something it won't. here in the dark, in these final hours, I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power but you won't, no you won't. 'cause I can't make you love me, if you don't. ”

10. hurts like hell by fleurie

“ how can I say this without breaking? how can I say this without taking over? how can I put it down into words when it's almost too much for my soul alone? I loved, and I loved and I lost you. and it hurts like hell. ”

11. breathe by taylor swift

“ I see your face in my mind as I drive away, 'cause none of us thought it was gonna end that way. people are people, and sometimes we change our minds but it's killing me to see you go after all this time. music starts playin' like the end of a sad movie, it's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see. 'cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down, now I don't know what to be without you around. ”

12. lonely again by gnash

“ you said you would care, you said you'd be there. you said you'd be here, so how come you're not here? lonely again , I said I’m lonely again. how'd I get so lonely again? I think I’m lonely again. would you come hold me again? ”

13. need you now ( acoustic ) by dean lewis

“ but I don’t need your love, I just need you talking next to me when I wake up. talking next to me when I wake up next to you. when I’m hungover too because you’re the only one who comes when I’m lonely. you’re the only one who comes when I’m lonely for you. ”

14. what a time by matt johnson ( cover of niall horan & julia michaels )

“ I feel a little nauseous and my hands are shaking. I guess I need you close by. my throat is getting dry and my heart is racing. I haven't been by your side in a minute, but I think about it sometimes even though I know it's not so distant. oh, no, I still wanna reminisce it. ”

15. two ghosts by harry styles

“ the fridge light washes this room white, moon dances over your good side; this was all we used to need. tongue-tied like we've never known, telling those stories we already told 'cause we don't say what we really mean. we're not who we used to be, we're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me. we're not who we used to be, we're just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat. ”

16. lose my mind ( acoustic vers. ) by dean lewis

“ oh, now you're looking at me and I'm looking at you like a fool but you don't know what it feels like to fall in love with you. no, you don't know what it's like when you can't go back. ”

17. i’m so tired by lauv & troye sivan ( stripped vers. )

“ strangers, killing my lonely nights with strangers. and when they leave, I go back to our song, I hold on. hurts like heaven, lost in the sound. buzzcut season like you’re still around. can’t unmiss you and I need you now. yeah, I’m so tired of love songs, tired of love songs, tired of love songs, tired of love. just wanna go home, wanna go home. ”

18. too much to ask by niall horan ( acoustic vers. )

“ my shadow's dancing without you for the first time. my heart is hoping you'll walk right in tonight, tell me there are things that you regret. 'cause if I'm being honest I ain't over you yet. that's all I'm asking. is it too much to ask? ”

19. ex by jamestw ( acoustic vers. )

“ they think they're trying to help, introducing me to someone else. I play along 'cause I haven't got the heart to tell 'em that if I dance with somebody, I might want somebody else. and if I want somebody, I might fall in love and forget what it was to be wrapped in your arms so tightly, to be your man. so tonight I'll be dancing alone 'cause I'm afraid if I forget then you'll just become an ex. ”

20. i miss you by clean bandit & julia michaels ( acoustic vers. )

“ and I know we're not supposed to talk but I'm getting ahead of myself. I get scared when we're not  'cause I'm scared you're with somebody else. so I guess that it is gone and I just keep lying to myself, I can't believe it. ”

21. looking for you again by matthew perryman jones

“ sifting through mishaps and photographs, I think of you much more than I should. and I’m falling down like it’s holy ground. I’m looking for you again. ”

22. golden leaves by passenger ( acoustic vers. )

“ do you remember how this first begun? teeth were white and our skin was young. eyes as bright as the Spanish Sun, we had nothing we could hide. now, my dear, we are two golden leaves clinging desperately to winter trees. got up here like a pair of thieves while the sirens blare outside. what's left to say when every word's been spoken? what's left to see when our eyes won't open? what's left to do when we've lost all hope and what's left to break when our hearts are broken? ”

23. bloodstream by stateless

“ wake up, look me in the eyes again. I need to feel your hand upon my face. words can be like knives, they can cut you open, but the silence surrounds you and hunts you. ”

24. tell me that you love me by james smith

“ no more lazy mornings with you lying next to me, no more late night talking before we lay our heads to sleep, no more looking in the mirror with you stepping on my feet. without your arms around my shoulders, I've lost the strength to be. ”

25. paper hearts by tori kelly

“ trying to remember all the good times, our life was cutting through so loud. memories are playing in my dull mind. I hate this part, paper hearts. and I'll hold a piece of yours, don't think I would just forget about it. hoping that you won't forget. I live through pictures as if I was right there by your side but you'll be good without me. ”

26. what if i never get over you by lady antebellum

“ what if I'm trying, but then I close my eyes and then I'm right back, lost in the last goodbye? and what if time doesn't do what it's supposed to do? what if I never get over you? ”

27. reason to hate you by rhys lewis

“ can you just lie to me and ruin these memories? 'cause I've gotta forget somehow so I'm begging you, burn us to the ground. 'cause I know it's over but I don't know what to do. so help me get over, help me get over you. ”

28. surrender by natalie taylor

“ we let the waters rise, we drifted to survive. I needed you to stay but I let you drift away. my love, where are you? whenever you’re ready, can we surrender? I surrender. no one will win this time, I just want you back. ”

29. leave a message gnash

“ sorry I lost you but I got something to say before I leave. I'm sorry that I miss you but it's cool, get to see you in my dreams. thanks for showing me how love feels, thanks for showing me how loss feels too. thanks for making me strong when things fall apart. thanks for the try, at least we had a good start. just wanted to hold you down, but you put me on hold. and I gave you all my heart and I gave you my soul. baby every little thing is going to be all right. you'll always be on my mind, can't always be in my life. I know one day you'll smile with all the happy you need, I hope one day you'll smile with all that happy at me . ”

30. p.s. by gnash

“ some days I feel like givin' up, givin' in. losin' hope, losin' friends. I've been trying hard not to lose my breath ever since you left, but if this is the end. when good ain't good enough, the road is ridin' rough, you'll always be alright with me. if you ever feel alone, I just wanted you to know I wrote you this song to sing, it goes like p.s., I miss you when you feel alone. p.s., I'm with you, wherever you go. p.s., I get you, so, p.s., come home. p.s., I love you, that's all that I know. ”

[dilfhakyeon-moved]

coffee shop au 4 (the one with the different names written on the coffee on different days) with ralbert? :)

disclaimer: don’t give me shit for their names i am TERRIBLE at names

but yea here are the sappho de lesbos stans

Once again, the ‘mystery customer’ was striking.

That sounding pretty ominous, it was nothing that serious. It was just that every week, always on a different day, they’d get that girl coming in. And she’d come at times it was pretty dead, most likely to get the same barista. There she always went, leaning on the counter, giving these soft eyes and these sweet words, and she’d leave with her order. It was never the same order either, she just… drank of everything, apparently. Your fave could never.

Somehow, she was indeed having an effect on that barista she was messing with, but that didn’t make her any less frustrating to deal with. Yeah, the flirting was nice, but if she had a set name it’d just be so much easier, wouldn’t it ? Because giving a different name every week was getting a little old.

Of course, the barista would get quite frustrated after some time, how couldn’t she ? It’d been going on long enough. And the list of names… were similar, for some. Sometimes just complete unrealistic jokes. She could remember them all - Race, Racer, Racetrack, Antonio, Anthony, Tony, even Edmund and Ed,… Pretty Girl, too. Maybe this one was fitting, but Berta absolutely refused to believe any of these other names were that “pretty girl’s” name. For one, some of these weren’t names, and well… the others were masculine, and judging by that last nickname, she wasn’t a guy.

Either way, the redhead had a hard time staying calm as the blonde began babbling, her oddly squeaky voice fitting so well with her messy accent and pronunciation, her tripping over words and her obnoxious giggle sounding somewhat endearing… Okay, maybe she totally wasn’t paying attention to what she was being told and she got too busy getting lost in thought, but who could blame her ?

… Right, herself.

Once she woke from this kind of weird daydreaming phase, she tried to harden her expression a little. “Okay, yeah. And the order ?” She said, maybe a little harshly. But it didn’t bother her customer, whose grin widened despite her cheeks perhaps darkened a tad.

Quad venti blonde breve latte, extra hot, no foam, four pumps vanilla, three pumps cinnamon dolce, two white mocha, stirred, light whip, extra cinnamon topping.

This was ridiculous. Once again, the girl’s order had to be ridiculous. Maybe that was one time too much, and that “one time too much” the barista didn’t bother waiting for the girl to give her a name. No, she was choosing it herself. It was obvious to see on the blonde’s face that she wasn’t exactly expecting that, but did she really have a choice ? No.

“Look at it once you’re outside,” Berta muttered, groaning quietly when the girl smiled again and poked her cheek before making her way out, whistling pretty loud - and getting looks from other customers, although admittedly there really weren’t that many. It still grabbed some of them’s attention, enough for them to notice the  barista quickly yet quietly following after her, letting her coworkers take care of the place if even just for a few minutes.

Keeping sight of the blonde wasn’t the hardest task. She hadn’t gone far, just walked a few metres away and was now reading the name written on her cup with some sort of surprise.

Endearing, the shorter girl would tell you.

Casually enough, she made a few steps until she was close enough to the girl, before pausing and more or less working up the courage to talk. She wasn’t all that good at communication all the time, but she still tried. “So, Foxy,” she called out, causing the other to jump and turn around. Her gaze was always as captivating, perhaps due to how obviously emotional it was - reading her mind was impossible, but her state of mind was all too obvious at all times. What really got Berta though, it surely was how evident the blush on her face was. Striking, such a contrast with her blue eyes and her blond curls, that pink really fit well. Made her look softer, and maybe a little less insufferable.

Her lips moved incoherently for a few seconds before she frowned, and pointed at the cup. “Y'ain’t wrote that, it’s ‘Vixen’ on it,” she protested, getting the other to raise an eyebrow. Maybe it’d been easy to guess making that flirty girl flustered wasn’t hard at all, but it still gave her some satisfaction. Oh, and also it was cute.

“I know what I wrote and I know vixens are foxes.” That sure wasn’t the answer that girl had hoped for. Berta could see her bite down on her lip as she thought of a reply.

“… Yea, but– still. Why’s that anyways, I 'on’t look like a fox !”

“Reminded me of one.”

Could the girl make it any more obvious that she clearly wasn’t used to being teased ? Or, flirted with, depending on how she took it. Either way, just one more endearing, sweet thing about that cute fellow, and it kind of made the former more confident.

This time though, maybe she actually put some thought into what she was about to say. Nothing crazy, but she’d always worked on that “speaking before thinking” basis, pretty much ; having to really work out some sort of appropriate response, or even question for the situation. Because in the end, that barista had ended up following her outside, there must’ve been a reason. Yes, that’d be her question.

“So… What’s ya doin’ here ? Ain’t ya workin’ ?” She uttered, her accent somewhat worsened. Oh, maybe because she was chewing on the… the cup. Was that a stress reliever ? Whatever.

“I wanna get your name.”

“What, I gave–”

“Your real name, so I don’t sob to my friends about a cute girl named Anthony,” Berta insisted, almost mockingly - although that was all light-hearted. The poor girl seemed to whimper after “cute girl”. Haha, she found her cute, she could die happy was what the whimper meant.

“Well… 'f ya want my name, then I bet you should invite me for a sleepover some time !” The blonde tried. It probably came off as silly, even if Berta just thought it adorable.

“A… sleepover ?”

“Yea, like… the best kind'a date.” She continued, managing to sound genuine about it. “It ain’t too fast if I’ been comin’ to your shop for two months. We can totally have a sleepover.”

“But I could be a murderer an’ kill you in your sleep.”

“Bitch, wha’s the issue here ? I’d die a happy death.” She retorted - maybe a little too quickly. A chance she hadn’t pulled out the whole “oh, crush me with your arms” or any sort of stupid stuff she looked like she would totally say. And the redhead clearly wasn’t wrong about that, that kind of answer had definitely come out of that girl’s mouth a few times… Maybe she shouldn’t be thinking about it.

“So, name ?”

She seemed embarrassed to say it. “Anya.”

“That’s a real pretty name.”

“Yea, shut ya’ trap, spare me the compliments.” Anya groaned, her gaze wandering elsewhere. “ ’S just a name.”

“Sure, Anya,” Berta answered with a chuckle, shaking her head. “So you said a sleepover ?”

“Yea.”

“Then gi'mme your phone number or something.”

“Ya wrote yours on the cup.”

“… Ah, I did that.”

“Yea.”

It was her time to be embarrassed again, it seemed. Had she really forgotten so easily ? That was a shame for sure, but Anya wouldn’t be too bothered by it, she could tell.

“Anyway, I’m… I’m gonna need to go back to work. Maybe come more often. Oh, and you don’t have to run away everytime, you can drink it at the shop,” the shorter girl offered. But she was met with a head shake, and that bright, quite shit-eating grin the blonde always wore. Back to normal, huh ? Couldn’t stay away too long.

“Nah, I’m a busy gal ! Gotta get goin’ as well. I’ll catch ya later.”

“Oh, well…” Was that sadness ? Yes, maybe she’d have liked to talk to her some time, at the shop. But if she was busy, then… “Talk to you soon.”

Anya waved, blew her a kiss and then… ran away. And Berta watched her, frankly smitten. What a goddamn rowdy… cutie.

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> hey> pretty girl here

|Text| to: pretty girl

> oh hey.> how do you spell yr name ?

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> howevs u want idc> yknow if i didnt have no decency id have said such bs> like huge

|Text| to: pretty girl

> like ?

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> crush me w ur arms

|Text| to: pretty girl

> oh my god> shut up> or i will

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> pls do> >:3c

|Text| to: pretty girl

> you’re impossible

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> ur used to it now suck it up> im even funnier thru text> i send memes> n shit> hey?> also> cats have three lips

|Text| to: pretty girl

> hey you know wht maybe u should sleep !

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> lol maybe!!!!> wish me gn

|Text| to: pretty girl

> goodnight. dont dream of people crushing you

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[nasty-fuckers]

Impure |SMUT❇|JungkookXreader| SUMMARY: jungkook and you recently become step-siblings with a secret attraction for each other but what if the both of you getting drunk in a party led to something more?

"y/n wake up" you hear a familiar voice say, You flutter your eyes open to reveal your very handsome stepbrother giving you his heartwarming smile that always makes your heart race a little bit more than normal. Realizing that it's gotten dark out you jump up landing in a sitting position on the edge of your bed " h-how long was I asleep for!?" You say to jungkook, as your hand reaches to grab his shirt from the sudden dizziness that rushed through your head. He catches you in his arms feeling a bit worried " A few hours, is everything okay? you missed dinner" He says. You answer with a nod "I just got a minor headache,school and work are tiring as hell" your cheeks turn red as you realize that he's still holding you in his arms and all you were thinking about at that moment was how gentle he held you although he could easily pick you up like you were some kind of light feather but you quickly push those thoughts to the side remembering that he's your stepbrother, yeah your stepbrother that you've only just met about 5 months ago. Your mother had just gotten remarried and that included you new brother. "you needed something jungkook-shi?" you asked, as you look up to give him your attention he nods letting you know he did and you could have sworn to see what seemed like red flush on his face for calling him "jungkook-shi" but Nah that couldn't be... " I came to check on you and also to see if you could lend me your homework?... but you honestly didn't hear a word he had just said you were to busy staring at his lips as he talked wondering how they would feel against yours, you had to admit jungkook was dangerously attractive and you'll sometimes find yourself fantasising about him... you knew it was wrong but you couldn't help it, you were head over heels for him. you suddenly snapped out of it when you hear him call you "y/n did you hear me?  realizing that you were still in you bedroom and he was still holding you... becoming embarrassed of your thoughts you quickly rush him out of your room closing the door behind him before he could see the blushing mess caused upon you. "does this mean you can't lend me your homework?" you heard him say from the other side of the door ~you slid the paper he wanted under the door and you heard him say a soft thanks and walked away... you let out a big sigh~ "im getting to my limit". you decided to take a shower to wash away any dirty thought about jungkook and head to bed again deciding not to eat dinner that day, you still had school the next morning... you and jungkook went to the same school, in fact you were both seniors, he would drive you to and from school but would go your separate ways once classes started. you usually met up with your best friend July who was the only one who knew you and jungkook were step-siblings, you didn't want the attention since he was obviously pretty popular... July-"girl you look terrible" "ahh I didn't get enough sleep last night" July-"you're always studying or working let's have some fun, Nam Joon is having a party tonight lets go please" you nod in agreement you could use some "fun"... it's almost 8:30 pm and you showed up to Nam Joons party wearing a short red dress showing off your legs and black heels, your long black hair gently resting on your shoulder and falling down your back like a waterfall you never thought you could look this good... you could feel eyes on you as you walked thru the crowd as casually as you could when you hear someone calling you over the loud music. it was July waving at you and asking you to go to where she was... as you made your way over to her you caught a particular person's attention, you didn't notice jungkook standing in a corner surrounded by a bunch of girls but he definitely noticed you... he decided to follow you around to make sure that no one tried anything funny, In time you managed to get really drunk. July pulled you into the dancefloor and you both started dancing. Some guy thats been eyeballing you for the longest tried to asking you to dance but you kindly refused, he still tried dancing with you hoping you'll change your mind and dance with him but jungkook was quicker than you to react grabbing him by the arm with a tight grip "she doesn't wanna dance with you, Buddy"he said sending the guy off. you turn around quickly to reveal that it was really jungkook " my hero" you say between giggles. he couldn't believe how drunk you were. "don't flatter yourself" he spat back but you weren't listening you were too busy admiring how good he looked, too good lets say the kind of thoughts consuming your mind weren't the purest of thought's about your sweet stepbrother but you knew it was the alcohol in your system making think this way...jungkook grabbed you and pulled you away from the crowd... "why didn't you tell me you were coming to the party" you were too drunk to even explain, little did you know you weren't the only one having impure thoughts. "we're going home right now he said" he called a cab being too drunk to drive... once you reach your house he carried you inside up to your bedroom and lays you on your bed he seemed to have a better alcohol tolerance or was he just hiding it somehow, in reality he was just as fucked up as you were. "im gonna go get you some water" he said... as soon as he got up to leave the room you grabbed his hand catching his attention... you pull on his arm as a singnal for him to come closer he wasn't far but you could see how he took small steps to avoid tripping... he sat on the floor next to your bed he opened and closed his mouth several times as if he wanted to say something but he never did... "stay with me tonight you whispered" breaking the akward silence that was becoming, you couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth, your mind said no but your heart said yes... he seemed confused by your words as if he didn't quite hear what you said. -you sit up on your bed- catching his attention jungkook looks up and sees one of your sleeve hanging lower then where its supposed to be exposing your shoulder and your dress pulled up a little too high revealing too much. you start crawling towards the edge of the bed to meet him and as you reach for him you ask him again  to stay with you tonight... he knew where this was going and so did you and both of you decide to ignore the consequences of what was about to happen.. he grabbed your arm that was reaching out for him and he pulled  you down towards him making you land on him. you look at him in shock but he quickly grabbed you placing his hand on both sides of your face and crashing his lips with yours it was bitter from the alcohol but also so sweet and soft. you wanted this and so did he. He flipped you around and now he was on top of you but not once did your lips separate. he runs his hands down your body pulling up your short red dress, that dress that drove him crazy as soon as he saw you wearing it at the party. he rubbed his fingers across the thin layer of your underwear making you wet from his lewd touch. the smell of alcohol coming from him was intoxicating and so addicting you wanted him... at that moment he moved your panties to the side sliding a digit in your entrance as he kissed on you. he pulls your dress up more revealing your breast and he kissed his way down to you entrance whilst still fingering you, he starts licking and sucking on your clit making your back arch in pleasure you didn't know it'll end with him between your legs tongue fucking you in your bedroom while your parents were away but you loved it you wanted this, you felt so good right now you didn't want it to stop.. he was making you a moaning mess under him and you felt a strange feeling building up between your legs "i-I'm gonna cum!" you moaned out but he suddenly pulled away "not yet baby" he said and you whined from the loss of contact. Not long after he replaced his tongue with the tip of his hardened member. He looked at you for approval and even to his vision was hazy he saw you nod "please I want it jungkook" you whispered in the quiet room. He slowly pushes his member in making you gasp for air like if you were suddenly drowning. "are you ok?" he asked and you nod in agreement. once you adjusted to him his thrusts got faster and harder hitting the sweets spots deep inside you. hearing him curse under his breath as he banged into you made your eyes roll backwards "more please" you mennaged to moan out.. he tells you to turn around and you obey, getting on all four raising your ass in the air he stoped for a second to admire your behind. without warning slammed into you with force making you moan out loud from the overwhelming pleasure, he grabs your hair and places a hand around your throat squeezing it gently whilst still thrusting into you "your mine from now on" he whisper in your ear and you moan in approval "yes yes im only yours". He smacks your ass making you hiss in pleasure pounding into you making you moan uncontrollably, filling the room with lewd sounds. Then it hits you the familiar feeling from before a warmth spreading all over your body and the feeling of a knot building up in you stomach. "i-im gonna cum" you moaned out "im close too he manages to say between heavy breaths" he grabs you by your waist his nails digging into your skin that will surly leave a mark later on, thrusting harder into you sending both of you over the edge...  pleased with his work he collapses next to you on the floor trying to control your breaths not bothering to get dressed he gets up amd cleans you up with a towel he grabs some pillows and your blanket and lays back down on the floor where you are and places the blanket over you. his arms find their way around your waist brings you closer to him. He did stay with you that night just like you asked him to.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #124

“you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.”

Do you like your name? Ye. Have you ever wished to be your opposite gender? No. If you were to have children, what would you name them? Alessandra and Severin. Do you even like kids? The only kids I legitimately like are my niece and nephew. In general, not fond of them. What time do you usually go to sleep on a weekday? Typically past 11. What's your favorite word? Serendipity. Have you ever tYpED lYk dIs at some point in your life? Look I've been a cringefest, but I was never that bad. What's your dream career? Meerkat biologist. If you could be any other race, what would you be? Asian. What are you listening to right now? Nothing atm. Grab any book by you, turn to page 69! There's no book near me. Do you like country music? Omg no. How would you like to die? In my sleep. Do you like taking pictures? Not of myself. Do you use ":]" a lot? I never do. Are your neighbors annoying? No. Ice cream or popsicles? Ice cream. What was the last thing you drank? Orange juice. The last time you left your house? Where did you go? Yesterday, to go pick up a rat. Are you loving life? Yup. Do you like the way you write? Yeah, but it could be better. What's your favorite animal? Meerkats. How many times have you used the restroom today? Idk, I don't keep track. Are you hungry right now? No. Turn on your TV (unless it's already on). I don't have a TV in my room. Do you like video games? Yessss. What's your favorite Pokemon? Ninetales. What's the last thing you watched on YouTube? I'm watching Mark's charity stream. Are you cool with bugs? Depends on the bug. Do you like Halloween? I do not simply "like" Halloween. What do you want for your birthday/Christmas? Birthday's passed, for Christmas I'm probably asking for a PS4. Have you ever fasted? Nope. What's going on tomorrow? I'm sure nothing extraordinary. Are you doing well in school? I'm not in school. Do you have online friends? Almost all my friends are online. Do you think you're popular? Definitely not. How much money's in your wallet? I think... $21? When's the last time you laughed really hard? A little while ago at something that was said in the stream. What's on the cover of your science binder? N/A Do you believe there's such a thing as a non-racist person? Duh. Do you pass on chain letters? No, they're annoying as hell. What do you do for fun at home? Uh. Can you wiggle your ears? No. Why did the chicken cross the road? It actually took me years to understand "to get to the other side." Do you like your voice? Not really. Are you good at giving/receiving compliments? I give compliments a lot, but I get shy upon receiving them. Have you ever won a contest? Yes. What are you using for your messenger avatar/icon? Messenger oooon...? Can you imitate something/someone well? The British accent. What's your favorite amusement park? Disney World. Do you have any REAL autographs? (not the cheap ones on posters) No. Do you cry easily? I cry very easily. What's something you do at home that you don't do in public? Uhhhh idk. What do you think about boyfriends/girlfriends? I don't get this question. What's something you regret doing as a child? Slapping my little sister. Have you ever met a homosexual person? Yeah. Do you like sour cream? Eh. What color are your fingernails? Unpolishedd. Do you like animal crackers? They're not my favorite thing in the world. Can you do a split? No. What do you smell like? Idk. Have you ever done anything stupid at a drive-thru? Don't think so? Do you like to use song lyrics that relate to you? What do you mean by "use?" Do you have a problem with odd numbers? No. What's something you're proud of? Recovery. Do you think you'd be a cool teacher? No. What are your pet peeves? My biggest is a bitchy one: I don't like when people talk to me when I have headphones on. How do you pronounce "caramel"? "CARE-uh-mel" If you could be any animal in the world, what would you be? A wild cat. Are you the jealous type? Rarely. Do you keep a journal/diary? No. Have you ever used Xanga? No. What fingers do you use to type? All of them. Is there something you need to/have to do to be able to sleep? I need Melatonin and I have to have just gone to the bathroom. What day is it tomorrow? Tuesday. What's your favorite game? Silent Hill 2 and Shadow of the Colossus.