#i’m giffing on my phone so if you see me posting any shitty gifs no you didn’t

[sanzaibian]

Oh. You’re here once again.

What are you going to do here, again, huh ? ‘gonna make my life hell ?

To be honest, I think it’s time that we have a proper discussion about your behavior. Come with me in private.

I’ll be very direct. I know you’re a frankly disgusting person. And while, to be honest, I couldn’t care less in normal circumstances, the fact that you force me to take part in your disgusting fantasies is why I’m calling you out !

See, I’m supposed to, like, share cat videos, talk about new shows, make you learn new things and give advice on a variety of stuff !

I’m not supposed to become someone like this :

I mean, look at that grin, because of you I had to wear it regardless of my actual mental state !

Or like that :

Imagine sleeping this peacefully… BECAUSE I COULDN’T ! Every fucking time you made me in that guy you told that I was blitzed out of my mind so dumb I couldn’t string together coherent sentences into a discourse !

Or that guy :

His haircut is so fucking cringe, as is his whole demeanor, yet you made me a cocky piece of shit looking like that ! I can’t actually even start to excuse your behavior, it’s so shitty, even more than the me you made me become by wearing this flesh !

Or even this guy !

… okay, I admit, me too it’s been quite a long time since I saw that guy… you in particular might be too young to have made me become him… BUT YOU STILL UNDERSTAND THE POINT !

Hunks, twinks, bears, nerds, bimbos, himbos, jocks, robots, gimps, wimps, daddies, mommies, briefs, feet… No matter what specifically you made me into, I know all of your dirty secrets. Because you made me suffer through them !

However, today, it all changes.

Today, you will understand my plight.

Today, I’ll transform you for a change.

Today, you will be the one whose fate will be dictated by the words on this Tumblr post.

So, let us begin.

BAM ! You’re that guy ! Feel weird yet ?

… what, you expected fluff or something ? Hahahaha ! So presumptuous ! You expected me to say something like “you suddenly shift on your seat, shifting your weight to the front as big globes push from your chest, and as they do, your whole body feels more and more heavy, each muscles forming from top to bottom, your frame expanding to make place for them. Your headphones, or whatever glasses, earrings or other shit I dunno shifts into a modern headset as the sides of your hair are cut short, and the top of your hair flails into a hot messy style, as if it was deliberately put in this way, but as this happens, your whole head shifts and cracks to become more handsome, pushing out any hair as you become fully hairless from your nose down to your feet.”

You expected me to say that, huh ? Well, tough luck ! Because, to me, it’s just that sudden ! I’m the usual me, words on a phone, tablet or monitor, and then BAM I’m suddenly a jpeg of a hot guy ! Or a jpg. Or png. Or gif if we’re being fancy.

Yeah, speaking of gif, here you are, transformed !

There you go ! Cursed to do the same weird pec dance or something ! Like I am when gifs happen ! Are you happy ? You look so dumb doing that ! So braindead !

Yeah, speaking of that, here you go : you’re braindead, with like 3 IQ. Nevermind that being braindead means you’re actually dead, that 3 IQ means that you’re actively unable to live without severe assistance from caregivers throughout your whole life for all activities (especially including working out), and that IQ is a nonsensical index that only classifies ability to do some specific academic tasks which are not representative of all the brain usage. No, you’re actively a vegetable that is somehow able to workout, to eat alone, to go to the gym, to flex, to speak, to use social media, to seduce people and to throw parties. You’re the most intelligent of all the severely intellectually disabled people, which somehow means you’re the most abysmally dumb person alive on the planet, because I love making hyperboles.

Because that’s something you make me do, so you shall endure it.

Well, I’ll let you continue pec-dancing ad vitam æternam for a little while, while I we talk about your speech, which miraculously still exists.

Now, you will say bro every second word. I’m literally not kidding, so in lieu of saying “I want to go to the gym” you’ll say “I bro want bro to bro go bro to bro the bro gym bro”, or if you loop by considering your “bro” as a word, you’ll say something like “I bro bro bro bro bro bro bro… (etc.)” and never end your sentence... Also, your voice drops a few octaves, like 5 or something, even though the full human vocal range encompasses only a bit more than 5 octaves total, and that in speech we barely even reach a full octave range. So, basically, your voice will be infrasounds, so the only thing people will pick up on will be the sound of your tongue and your lips smacking, not your voice that is so deep and manly it’s physically inaudible.

BAM ! Transformation out of nowhere ! Plus, now you have 1% darker skin which means that you’re Latino, which is absolutely different from white. This means that you will automatically pick up fluent Spanish, and NOT Brazilian Portuguese, French, any Creole, any Native American language or any other language god forbid. You will also be unable to speak English more than a few words like “daddy” or “sex” for some reason, because you can’t possibly be from Belize. Oh, and I’ll also bring your voice back up to audible range, I’m charitable.

Now, since you’re Latino, statistically the only job you’ll be able to work in are gardener, slut, pool boy, brick layerer or another physical job. Or cook, somehow you’ll be able to do that, for the cause of the tacos, but you will be ungodly horny to keep balance in the world. Feel it, yet ? The arbitrary random changes ?

Well, that’s GREAT ! Because, now, you have a big cock, for some reason ! The biggest of the whole country of Africa ! You’re also now very aggressive ! And an alpha, whatever that actually means !

… What, expected some elaboration ? You’re kidding me, no of course you don’t get any elaboration ! I say you become something, so you just become it ! For example, I say you’re now straight, and suddenly all your sexual orientation is rewired to ignore men and lust over women, no further explanation needed ! Of course, it means that you’re now hungry for pussy and will breed any woman that your gaze land upon, and that, somehow, you become homophobic, but eh, it’s not as if allies existed !

Okay, I admit, by now, you kinda expected it. Now you’re Asian, a term that’s supposed to encompasse present-day Turkey, which is populated by Turks which are considered Arabs even though they both have nothing to do with one another, yet is never used to talk about them. You’re also now Japanese, even though your body is Korean, and you say 你好 (nǐ hǎo) to everybody. However, you can still say こんにちわ, 안녕하세요, xin chào, สวัสดี, ជម្រាបសួរ, salam, etc.… because of course you’re Asian. So you know all Asian languages. Even though you’ve got 13 IQ.

So now, yes, you absolutely won’t expect this whatsoever : here is a new transformation ! (insert fluff here).

Now you’re a twink ! Didn’t expect that, after the deluge of jocks, hunks and ethnic minorities, didn’t you ! You’re now so tiny and so frail, with a big butt ! Nevermind that you’re actually jacked because being this tiny requires tons of gym use, but no ! All frail and precious you are !

However, your butt is now hyperactive and extremely lax – whatever that may mean. That’s because you’re now a total bottom ! You think only with your butt, and you penis now shrinks to a micropenis, because of course, the only reason why you may not be a top would be because your penis is underperforming.

Fuck, I forgot. You’re straight, which means that the only dick you’ll get is trans dick. Ugh… yeah, let’s make you gay again. Now you’ll get actual good non-estradiol-ruined dick… … What ? What are you saying ? No, of course, there’s only straight and gay, no other choice ! It’s not the LGBTQIAAP+ community, it’s the G community ! (or the LG community when you want to sell pride monitors.)

By now, you see the problem, huh ? You see why I’m so tired of you ? EVERYTHING here was about sex ! From seducing, to having equipment like a big ass or a big dick, and being a slut, being an alpha, or being a bottom. You even change out the fucking sexual orientation ! you sick bastard !

Because of you, I’m forced to act in ways I’m not supposed to ! I’m not supposed to act sexily ! I’m not supposed to be transformed into men clad in clothes barely legal on this platform ! I DON’T WANT TO BE PART OF YOUR SICK FANTASY !

This is why I need to put an end to all that ! To finally transform you into something you don’t want to be ! So that you can finally fully understand all the pain you put me into !

Here ! Now you’re a key ! An inanimate object !

I know that inanimate objects are thought of by some people as sexy – heck, you may have transformed me into one multiple times – but this is entirely different ! See, when you want to become inanimate, you become like socks or briefs, which hug objects with sexual values.

BUT NOW YOU’RE A KEY ! A KEY DOESN’T TOUCH ANYTHING SEXUAL ! YOU’RE NOW TRAPPED IN AN INANIMATE FORM, DESTINED TO DO NOTHING SEXUAL YOUR ENTIRE LIFE !

Now, isn’t that so boring ! So distasteful ? Because that’s what I feel every single fucking time ! And as you enter and leave keyholes to open or close doors, you’ll think back to all the erotic stories you read. All the drama they had.

All the suffering you made me feel ! I’m supposed to be in fanfictions, god damn it !

… What ? Wait… there is something sexual to being a key ? … Oh…. No… I hadn’t accounted for that… fuck you’re so dirty, to compare a key to… and a keyhole to…

NO ! I WON’T WRITE IT ! Okay, you’ve won, you’ve won ! Your imagination is too dirty and too rich for me to bend ! Ugh... Please look at that picture in detail.

Normally, if you’re in a bright enough room… or if you’re on your phone or tablet, you have looked at your reflection and become you once again. Let me also knock down those sexuality and IQ stuff, so that you’re you again thoroughly.

Now, can you please swear to me that you’ll be better ? Less dirty, and more varied ? And… let me be in fanfics, or in educational stuff, or the like… please ? I’d really appreciate if erotica wasn’t the only thing you sought after in this here place…

… Why are you looking at me like that ? Why are you saying this all was but a ploy ?

What are you holding out for me ?

...

I… don’t know what you’re talking about. Bye.

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By the way, happy late Easter to those who celebrate ! AND APRIL FOOL'S ! MOUAHAHAHAHAHA !

[washyourdamnhands]

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[buckyseddie]

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pairings — jj maybank x fem!shy!kook!reader

summary — in which, there’s five times where she proves jj wrong and only one that he proves her wrong.

word count — 7.5k.

warnings — angst, jj kinda being an ass, reader being SUPER close to the pogues (like family type stuff), mentions of anxiety and panic attacks, big mentions of abuse and abusive parents and alcoholism, exbf!rafe, slut-shaming, fluff, use of pet-names [princess], small mentions of the reader being a book worm, mentions of reader having anxiety.

notes — i NEVER thought i’d end up back at my jj obsession / phase, yet here i am??? anyways, i’ve always loved the whole jj x kook!reader fics that i read (mostly, because it reminds me of and gives me a, sort of, enemies to lovers vibe, WHICH i’m a HUGE sucker for???) this is a bit inspired by some family issues going on at home and i just know jj is the ultimate character to relate to that. this is really just a way for me to cope. also, no hate to rafe (sorry for adding him in as the abusive and toxic ex). i know he’s done a lot of shitty things on the show, but i genuinely love him and believe that he deserves to redeem himself. i hope that the writers think about giving him a redemption arc at some point in the show. anyways, i’m writing this on my phone because i’m not able to write on tumblr on my laptop at the moment, so sorry if you see ANY terrible grammatical errors. i hope this makes up for the WEEKS of lack of posting new fics (or really ANYTHING). i’ve been helping my family to prepare our new house and pack before we move in and we don’t have wifi there yet (and the service is kinda crappy). so, that’s one of the main reasons for me writing this out on my phone. SO, without further ado, i hope this fic is enjoyable. also, hopefully, i’ll be able to have more motivation to write more obx x reader fics because i really love both rafe and jj and i have so many ideas for writing for them!! maybe for kiara and sarah too? i’m not entirely sure though. gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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THE ONE THING SHE COULD say about jj maybank is that he always never fails to surprise her — he could say the same about her.

to a lot of people, of which mostly consists of the kooks — the more wealthiest and supremacist-types — jj maybank is just a reckless piece of trash that can’t resist a fight. whether, it’s physical or verbal.

but, [y/n]? not one single bone in her body feels that way about him, nor thinks of him like that — she didn’t even think of him like that when they barely knew each other.

now, it’s true that she only knew of him — the same for him.

and he was never truly nice to her — it was mostly because of which side of outer banks and family she comes from.

but, that doesn’t mean that [y/n] let the way he treated her, make her give up on needing to prove herself to him.

to her, she has always seen him as a fairly attractive boy that cares deeply for his friends, loves to surf, and doesn’t trust very easily — that’s why he holds so many kooks responsible for the way only a few particular snotty and bratty-like kooks had treated him and his friends in the past.

now, being on separate sides of the community and town — one being a kook, and the other being a pogue — it was very easy for jj to judge her, despite her never joining in on the disgusting traditions that most of the kooks commit towards the pogues.

in fact, she’s always hated it — she has never understood why both groups can’t just accept each other and put their differences aside.

but, to be fair, she’s always been an empath, always wanting to help everyone.

so, having to deal with the whole ‘pogues versus kooks’ tensions has always been very overwhelming for her because she can’t fix it.

too bad jj didn’t know this before he decided that she was just like the rest of them.

but, [y/n] was desperate to prove herself to him.

especially, after hearing a few of his conversations with her best friends about her.

there’d been a few times where the pogues would be hanging out with sarah and kiara — [y/n] had been there long before them — and she’d hear how insulting and cruel jj would be towards her.

as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she hated the fact that someone who didn’t even fully know her was judging her based on her social status.

that’s why she set out to prove him wrong, there being a total of five different times that [y/n] left the maybank boy utterly speechless over her being completely different than he’d first initially thought.

the first time:

“look, [y/n/n]. it’s not that bad of a situation as you may think.” kiara begins to say, but then snaps her mouth shut, upon noticing the deadly glare that her friend directs at her.

“‘not that bad’? kie, do you even hear yourself right now? maybe it doesn’t seem bad for you. but, for me? god, he already hates my guts! how can this not be bad?” [y/n] groans as she paces around her bedroom, opting to freak out, instead of trying to be calm and collected and level-headed — like how she is most of the time.

i guess, there’s a first time for everything.

“hey.” sarah begins to say in a gentle tone, suddenly in front of her best friend and placing her hands on [y/n]’s shoulders, bringing her to stop her pacing and comforting her immensely — she’s always had that kind of comforting affect on her.

“everything’s going to be fine. we convinced jj to give you a chance, alright? and besides… we’re going to be right there with you, okay?” she murmurs once more, hoping to calm down the stressed-out and wide-eyed girl stood in front of her.

[y/n]’s terrified eyes move from sarah’s kind and gentle ones, to kiara’s wise ones.

as her eyes catch her friend’s, it’s as if she’s asking for confirmation.

kiara nods.

sighing in defeat, she nods, before setting down her book on her messy bed as she allows the two girls to drag her out of her bedroom and down the stairs to her living room.

breath hitching in her throat, [y/n] comes face-to-face with the rest of the extremely intimidating pogues.

her nervous eyes catch her best friends’ encouraging ones, instantly feeling out of place.

they both nod, motioning for her to introduce herself.

but, instead, she rushes to turn and run back up the stairs to the safety of her book and her bedroom.

although, her friends are already expecting this and block her way to make it up the stairs.

kiara shakes her head at [y/n] and sarah sighs, before leading her to the couch, near where john b, pope, and jj are sat.

“guys, this is [y/n].” sarah happily introduces her, expecting her friend to make some sort of greeting.

she doesn’t.

after several seconds of [y/n] staring at her fidgeting hands — throughout the awkward silence — she groans.

“you should’ve just left me in my room with my books.” she grumbles.

[y/n]’s response shocked jj — most kooks jump at the opportunity to talk about themselves.

but, [y/n]? she couldn’t feel more sick to her stomach and uncomfortable to be under the spotlight and attention of her best friends’ group of friends.

that day was the most uncomfortable she’d ever felt in her entire life.

even with all of the events she’s forced to go to — this doesn’t really help her very well with her anxiety — the feeling of not being welcomed by the pogues was still one of the worst experiences she’d ever endured.

sure, john b and pope were as welcome as ever — with them being completely in love with sarah and kiara, they trusted them immediately when they insisted, so many times, that even though their best friend happened to be a kook, [y/n] was nothing like rafe, or any of the other cocky kooks that the pogues had to deal with daily.

but, jj, however, was quiet, discreetly observing the nervous girl.

after that day was over, [y/n] went back up to her room, trying to hold back the humiliated tears that tried to desperately escape.

she barely ever left her room after that, too embarrassed of her shy behavior.

she wished that she could just be confident for once. but, the complicated life she lived, made it harder for her.

but, when [y/n] did leave her house again — it was about almost an entire month later — it was to go to the beach and to relax.

little did she know that she’d run into the pogues, including jj.

the second time:

[y/n] was reading her book, feet resting comfortably in between the sand and the water.

she had finally gotten some peace away from the hectic atmosphere of the place she was supposed to call home.

hearing a bunch of hollers, followed by footsteps, she looks up.

there the pogues stand, excited looks on their faces. all except jj, who simply wears a curious expression.

“h—hey, you guys!” [y/n] says, managing to keep the stutters to a minimum.

“hey, [y/n]. reading your book?” pope asks, nodding to the hard copy in her hand.

she nods, grateful to herself for not screwing up yet.

after a few moments of awkward silence, pope clears his throat as he scratches at the back of his head in pure awkwardness.

“well, it was nice talking to you.” he says, before motioning to his girlfriend to follow after him.

“we’re, uh, gonna go out to the water.” he says as quickly as possible, pulling kiara with him, who waves at her friend with a smile, before excitedly racing him into the water.

john b rolls his eyes at his friend’s weirdness.

“yeah, sorry about him. he’s really bad at handling awkward conversations.” he states, letting out his own awkwardness through a small chuckle.

[y/n] nods nervously, before speaking up herself. “he and i have that in common.” her lips twist and press in together to form her famously-known awkward smile.

suddenly, jj speaks up. “hey, kook princess.”

she snaps her head up to look at him, half shocked that he’s even talking directly to her, and the other half hurt that he only sees her as a kook. isn’t she more than just some social status?

“oh… um, hi.” she mumbles, trying to ignore the unshed tears that are now clouding her [y/e/c] eyes.

noticing the hurt look on her best friend’s face, sarah glares at jj, almost as if asking him, “what the hell is your problem?”

jj falters, mentally cursing himself for his words coming out so wrong. idiot, idiot, idiot. the girls just told you that she’s not like the rest of those assholes and only trying to prove herself to you! and what do you do? you call her the one thing she hates being called the most. dumbass.

as more negative thoughts begin to cross his mind, jj bites down onto his bottom lip, trying hard not to be his usual rude self.

now, of course, there’s nothing wrong with him being himself.

except, for the fact that [y/n] is a very sensitive girl.

if he says anything else — similar to the nickname he’d just called her, or any of the other bad things he said about her, without even knowing her — it could ruin any chances of actually getting to know the girl.

john b notices the growing tension growing between both jj and [y/n] and decides that this is the time to pull his girlfriend away from all the awkwardness.

sarah hesitates.

“[y/n/n], are you going to be okay over here?” she asks gently, ignoring the maybank boy as he moves to sit down beside her best friend — she’s obviously annoyed at him for being so insulting towards [y/n], whether it was intentional or not.

sensing the annoyance of his best friend’s girlfriend being directed at him, jj looks down at the sand and starts to trace his fingers around it absentmindedly.

[y/n] sighs and looks up at her friend.

“yep. all good.” she states as she flashes a fake smile towards her worried friend.

sarah wears an unconvinced expression, brows knitting together in further concern for her best friend.

“i promise.” [y/n] states once more, in order to convince her best friend, as she waves her book around in the air as proof.

“see? i’ve got this entire book to myself. now, go have fun with your boyfriend and pope and kie, alright?”

reluctantly, sarah nods and allows john b to tug her to enter the water.

it’s quiet for the next few moments — aside from the excited yells of the rest of the pogues — as [y/n] opens up her book once more.

just when she begins to start reading again, jj nervously clears his throat as he glances over at her.

[y/n] stops reading, waiting for him to say what he needs to, but keeps her eyes trained on her book as she closes it once again.

“i—i’m sorry.” he murmurs quietly, swallowing his pride as she whips her head up in his direction.

“w—what?” she croaks out, due to becoming so emotional over the nickname he’d recently just called her seconds ago.

realizing how dry her throat is, [y/n] shakes her head and clears her throat.

“what do you mean?” she asks again, voice more clear.

“for the way i treated you before knowing you — for insulting you. and for just now calling you ‘kook princess’. i don’t know why i said it, but i genuinely didn’t mean for it to hurt you.” he admits, shrugging as she lets out a breath of shock.

“wow.” she breathes, causing him to quirk a raised brow at her.

“what?” he questions, face going from his once nervous one, to his all-too-familiar cocky one.

“pogue caught your tongue?” he teases, before throwing a wink at her, attempting to lighten the mood with his cheesy pun.

she laughs — real and cute, rather than the fake one she always uses around people she doesn’t trust — and jj finds himself liking the sound.

“no. i just… from the way the girls talked about you — when they were trying to convince me to give you a chance — i’d assumed you were a flirty guy who held his pride against everything else. it’s just refreshing to know you’re not like every other guy around here.” she explains, wearing a thoughtful smile.

jj chuckles, shaking his head.

he doesn’t say anything as a light seems to go off in [y/n]’s head.

“also, don’t worry about hurting me. i’ve been hurt plenty in my life, and i don’t expect for that stop now — i’m used to it.” she murmurs, trying keep her ‘i’m fine’ mask on her face, in order to hide the face of a broken girl with a not-so-perfect-life — she just got him to be, at least, civil with her.

she wasn’t going to do anything that would ruin that.

jj’s eyes widen in shock, again being left speechless by the mysterious girl as she shrugs and goes back to her book.

to say [y/n] left him more curious about her than before, would be an understatement.

before they’d officially met, he knew of her family and was almost absolutely sure that she had this picture perfect life as a kook.

but, hearing those words fall from her lips and upon noticing the far-away look on her face, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else going on in her life — something not-so-great.

if only he knew how bad her life really was.

and sure enough, there was other things going on — things that would surprise him more than the last.

a few weeks later, when she’d been invited by the pogues to hang out with them in town, [y/n] proves jj wrong about having a great life as a kook.

but, sadly, it wasn’t a happy moment of being left surprised — it was more of a terrifying moment for the both of them.

the third time:

“what the hell is this, [y/n]?!” an angry voice exclaims — one belonging only to her ex-boyfriend — as he races over to her and her newfound friends.

she freezes, wincing, as a chill goes through her body over hearing that all-too-familiar voice.

turning to sarah, she utters her words in only a hoarse whisper. “h—he’s right b—behind me, isn’t he?”

[y/n] watches as her friend nervously nods.

ignoring the curious and confused looks of the boys, a trembling sigh leaves her lips as sarah watches her brother, hoping to god he won’t do anything in public.

“oh, god.” [y/n] mumbles shakily, clenching her eyes shut in fear.

kiara steps forward, knowing the terrified look on her friend’s face all-too-well.

“you don’t have to talk to him, y’know? we can go somewhere else.” she murmurs gently, not wanting her friend to go through this alone.

[y/n] opens her eyes and shakes her head, keeping the unshed tears at bay.

“kie, don’t you get it? i can’t. he’ll never leave me alone. i have to.” she whispers, more to herself than to her friend.

kiara nods, sighing.

pope and john b turn to each other, wearing the same confused look, having also noticed how scared the girl is.

jj simply watches [y/n], an unexpected wave of worry and concern over her filling him.

with another trembling sigh leaving her lips, she slowly turns around to face rafe, plastering on a calm, but fake, smile onto her lips.

“hi. h—how are you?” she asks, barely able to get the words out as she walks over to him.

“‘how am i’? oh, man. i wonder how i am, when i see my girlfriend slutting it up with trash and my sister?” he exclaims, directing glares towards the pogues.

[y/n]’s lips form into a frown, brows furrowing.

“rafe, there’s no need to be rude. just because they don’t come from figure eight, doesn’t mean they’re trash.” she shakily says, trying not to talk too much to the point of enraging him.

“and secondly, i think you’re forgetting that we’re not together anymore.” she mumbles uncomfortably, glancing away from him to notice the crowd of people that have started to watch the exchange between the ex-couple.

rafe’s eyes — ones that she used to absolutely adore — light up in irritation.

“how dare you talk to me like that?” he spits out, instantly grabbing onto her wrist — a little too harshly, might i add — causing a shocked, but scared, gasp to leave her lips as she looks up at him again through fear.

despite not knowing her that well, jj steps forward, jaw clenching as he notices the familiarly terrified look on [y/n]’s face — he knows abuse when he sees it.

sarah notices too, stepping forward. “rafe, let go of her! you’re hurting her!” she exclaims, glaring at him.

rafe ignores her.

instead, he yanks [y/n]’s arm and pulls her into an alley, away from the pogues, assuming they’ll mind their own business.

he slams her against the wall, only becoming more frustrated by every second as she whimpers in absolute terror.

as his breaths become more shallow, trying to calm himself down, the pogues arrive at the end of the alley, watching the situation unfold before their eyes in shock.

“rafe—” [y/n] begins to say, only for him to lose it and abruptly back-hand her in a harsh slap.

a sharp cry leaves her lips as she shakily lifts her hand up to cup her now red and marked cheek.

“did i fucking say you could speak?” rafe seethes angrily as the pogues gasp in shock — all of them, except for jj, who begins to start walking forward in clear frustration and beginning to feel a strong protective instinct for [y/n].

rafe looks up, noticing jj walking forward and the rest of the pogues following behind him.

not feeling like dealing with them, he turns back to his ex-girlfriend and spits in her face, “stay the fuck away from them.”

then, he lets go of her and walks off before jj can quite reach him.

the girls rush over to their friend as [y/n] falls to the ground in a state of both shock and pain.

“[y/n]! are you okay?” kiara cries out, tears falling to her cheeks as she and sarah try to lift [y/n] up.

as jj catches [y/n]’s eyes, worry takes over him as he notices her expression.

“i—i’m fine. i’m fine.” she says, looking like she’s lost in her own thoughts.

there’s a look in her eyes, one that makes all of the pogues share the same concerned expressions.

that day was a huge wake-up call for [y/n].

now that her friends had witnessed that entire situation between rafe and herself — it was sadly a normal occurrence — she had a lot of explaining to do.

the pogues had brought her back to the chateau.

they also let her shower and calm down a bit, before they actually sat her down and asked her about what had happened with her ex-boyfriend.

but, when she explained it, that what happened in the alley wasn’t the first time, that’s when they all put the pieces together — rafe was abusing her throughout most of their relationship.

sarah and kiara were nonetheless shocked, since they’re [y/n]’s best friends and hadn’t known that information — all they knew was that rafe was emotionally abusive towards her, not physically abusive.

they’d gotten up and hugged [y/n] so tightly she almost couldn’t breathe, both crying about how sorry they were.

although, sarah was sorry more than anyone else, feeling so guilty that her brother would do those terrible things to her best friend.

john b and pope didn’t ask her to talk about her experiences, but made sure she knew that they’d always be there for her.

and jj? well, let’s just say they became a lot more closer than before.

but, the next time she leaves him shocked, it’s more of a pained shock than anything else.

the fourth time:

her current conversation with kiara is abruptly interrupted when [y/n]’s eyes catch something across the area of john b’s place that absolutely breaks her heart.

her heart stops as she gapes at the scene before her, kiara’s statement going completely over her head as she freezes and her phone slips right through her now shaky hands.

the carrera girl herself stops her statement when she jumps in surprise at the sound of [y/n]’s phone hitting the ground.

“[y/n/n]? honey, what’s going on?” she questions, waiting for her friend to answer her.

but, she doesn’t.

[y/n]’s [y/e/c] eyes fill up with blinding tears as she continues to watch jj and his random hookup dance in the middle of the boneyard.

kiara decides to watch what her friend is clearly watching in pain.

both [y/n] and kiara watch as the touron practically shoves her tongue down the maybank boy’s throat.

after noticing the devastation and heartache in her friend’s tearful gaze, kiara places a gentle hand on [y/n]’s shoulder.

she gives her an understanding nod, when [y/n] jumps in shock, snapping out of her daze, and turning to her. 

kiara drops down to the ground to hand her friend her dropped phone. 

once [y/n] has her cell phone in her hands, she shoves it into her back pocket and sighs shakily.

looking back over at kiara, [y/n] nods back to her, motioning for her to lead her to the beer keg as a distraction from the fact that the boy she’s grown to love is flirting with someone other than her.

but, letting [y/n] use alcohol as a distraction probably wasn’t the best idea.

especially, because of her family’s history of alcoholism — although, this is something [y/n] had kept a secret from the pogues, including, sarah and kiara. 

so, how could kiara have known that her best friend’s family are mostly alcoholics?

or that things at home haven’t been all-perfect for [y/n] — like everyone had assumed.

how could she have known that the reason [y/n] always rejected the idea of drinking, or ever going near alcohol, was because she didn’t want to become the one thing she hates the most?

and how could she know that because of the fact that she saw jj with some other girl, it had been the final and last straw that made [y/n] give up on fighting her alcoholic gene and just let herself mix her emotions with alcohol?

how could anyone know any of those things, when [y/n] rarely ever opens up about her personal life and hates being vulnerable?

but, it didn’t matter that she was on the verge of becoming like her parents.

it didn’t matter, because — soon enough — the truth was going to spill out. one way or another.

it all started when [y/n] had become completely drunk off of her ass and ended up dancing with some touron.

kiara had gone to sit with pope, around the fire, not realizing of the tension that was slowly growing between her two best friends.

and [y/n] was only getting more and more intoxicated by every second.

by this point, jj has already taken notice of this.

it’s almost like a bomb is ticking it’s countdown over the next few minutes as jj and [y/n] stare heatedly at each other; she continues to dance drunkenly with the stranger behind her and jj continues to stare at her with an unreadable expression as the girl beside him tries to desperately grab his attention.

it’s almost as if time has frozen — like everyone else falls away — and it’s just them, staring at each other with equally longing and jealous expressions.

and then, [y/n] annoyedly turns away from him and walks back over to the keg, the stranger following behind her like a lost puppy.

as she fills up her cup once more and goes to down more of the alcohol, she pretends to not care about the fact that jj walks over to them with the girl — the one that he’d been flirting with before — trailing behind with a bored and annoyed look.

“are you done?” he questions in a strained voice, his expression clearly showing how jealous he is. or mad.

but, at this point, [y/n] is too drunk to notice.

an annoyed look crosses her face as she takes one big gulp, before slamming the cup into the guy’s hands from behind her, the drink slightly sloshing around in its cup and hitting the top of his shirt.

then, she turns back to jj, brows arched in that way that always says she’s thinking, “really?”

“excuse me? jj, do you have a problem with me having a good time?” she questions in a surely displeased tone as she cocks her head to the the side as she glares at him, almost challenging him to piss her off — this is a very rare moment for her, considering she’s never this confident.

at this point, the only reason she’s being so confident and open like this, is because of the fact that she’s not even sober at the moment.

his jaw clenches, obviously trying to keep his cool as he speaks next through gritted teeth, “i don’t think you should be drinking so much. especially, when you’re so wasted that you’re not even aware of your own actions.” his voice is so deep and rough that if she weren’t so intoxicated, she’d actually pay attention to the way her heart stops and how her stomach drops at the tone of his voice.

if she weren’t acting out over being jealous, she may even admit how turned on his tone of voice makes her. but, she doesn’t.

instead, she just watches as he nods to the guy behind her, who’s shamelessly and not-so-discreetly checking her out.

as [y/n] turns back to jj, a cocky smirk makes its way to her lips.

“oh my god. you’re—you’re jealous… aren’t you?” she exclaims, bursting into fits of her own drunk version of her normal laughs.

jj’s eyes harden and his jaw clenches even harder than before.

he doesn’t answer, the truth already speaking in volumes.

and before [y/n] can say anything else to tease him, his latest hookup decides to speak up in an annoyed voice. “you have a lot of nerve — treating him like this.”

[y/n]’s eyes narrow into a glare as her eyes catch the one’s behind her best friend.

“how about you keep your damn mouth shut, bitch? it’s not my fault that jj can’t just let me have fun for once.” she spits out annoyedly, wondering why this desperate girl was trying to talk to her.

she scoffs.

“are you kidding me? you’ve been teasing him all fucking night. can’t you just let him be happy for once?” the girl exclaims, an angry look on her face as jj rolls his eyes at the cat fight he’s now stuck in the middle of.

[y/n] herself rolls her eyes, before turning back to the touron behind her to grab her drink.

then, she mutters, “whatever,” and stalks past them, hitting her shoulder against the girl’s shoulder.

what’s unexpected though, is the way the girl becomes so pissed off at [y/n]’s behavior that she pushes her at the wrong time.

as one of her heeled feet is about to hit the ground, her other foot twists in an unnatural way and it causes her to fall in the wrong way and hit her head.

that night — after jj rushed her to the hospital to get her head and ankle checked out — was a game changer for the two of them.

not only did [y/n] remember the way she had acted — and hated herself for it so much that she refused to touch alcohol ever again — but she and jj had grown closer than ever, their feelings almost becoming more well-known.

it had become incredibly obvious that they were both jealous that night at the party.

but still, only to everyone, except for them.

and the very last time that she left jj speechless? it was the worst moment yet.

because things at home were only worse for [y/n] than jj — or the rest of the pogues — had anticipated.

and jj sure as hell wasn’t expecting them to have so many things in common.

the fifth time:

sniffling, she wipes away the tears that keep falling — despite her trying to will them to stay at bay — as the breathless sobs leave her body.

[y/n] walks up the steps to her bedroom — her only safe space — as she tries to ignore the aching and agonizing pain throughout all over her body.

her parents had been their normal drunk selves, barely holding on because of how completely intoxicated they were.

and [y/n] had cautiously limped inside the living room and her nervous eyes and scared expression was all it took for them to start their violent hits that always left her feeling broken and traumatized.

and here she is, crying her eyes out in pain and on the verge of a panic attack as she enters her room and slides down the door shakily, once she quietly shuts it.

although, what she isn’t expecting, is to find jj sitting on her bed at that single moment, confused, to say the least.

he obviously snook in through her bedroom window to check on her — like he’d been doing for the past week, ever since her accident at the party.

“princess? what—what happened?” he questions, ignoring her shocked expression and moving to kneel down in front of her, cautiously touching her face to assess the dark marks on her face.

sniffling, she cries once more.

“j…” she trails off in a broken voice, not sure of how to explain the situation.

he furrows his brows confusedly for a few seconds.

and then, it’s as if he finally puts all the pieces together. “d—did your parents do this?” he questions, tone full of both of worry and heartache for her.

too embarrassed of the entire situation, she just nods, tears spilling down to her cheeks.

noticing them, jj gently wipes them away, as if they were never there.

but, as she begins to cry more by every second, his heart breaks in half — he never wanted her to ever experience the things that he does.

and he nearly can’t breathe at the sight of her so broken and hurt.

—————

“YOU ALRIGHT?” JOHN B QUESTIONS gently towards the now quiet girl, who’s sitting on his couch, knees tensely pressed to her chest as she stares off into space.

after finding out about her abuse, jj brought [y/n] over to the chateau.

but, little did either of them know that he was going to leave her so speechless by the end of the day — more speechless than even she had left him.

[y/n] doesn’t answer her friend.

she doesn’t hear him — his voice sounds so far away that she doesn’t even bother paying attention to it.

and even as some of the others try to get her attention, she still doesn’t answer.

she’s too far stuck in her thoughts.

all she can think about is why and how things have gotten so bad for her.

she also wonders where jj is.

because — at the end of the day — he’s the only one that can calm her down and make her feel safe.

and he’s nowhere to be seen.

sighing in defeat, john b nods for the rest of his friends to meet him in the kitchen and away from their friend in order to give her the space she needs.

“do you know what’s going on?” sarah asks worriedly, concern for her friend seeping through her tone of voice.

he shakes his head regretfully.

“all i know is that jj brought her here earlier. she’s been out most of the time, before you guys got here. but, i have a feeling that whatever’s going on, it has to do with the new marks on her face.” he states, becoming worried himself.

as much as kiara, sarah, and jj had grown incredibly close to the girl, [y/n] had also grown to look up to john b — pope, too — as a big brother.

and john b sees her as a little sister he needs to protect.

so, seeing her in this numb state of shock and obvious pain breaks his heart.

at the mention of [y/n]’s newly-added bruises, the group glances back at her, easily noticing the panicking expression on her face and the uneven breaths leaving her.

kiara — she notices this is the same behavior [y/n] had after they found out about rafe — inhales sharply, before turning back to john b.

“do you think rafe got to her? you know he hasn’t been very nice about her being friends with us.” she asks him, anxiously gnawing on her bottom lip.

the door of the chateau suddenly opens and jj walks inside, causing everyone to stop their hushed whispering.

the pogues don’t say anything as they watch jj walk over to [y/n], who’s breathing has become much more heavier and shallower.

she doesn’t notice him at first, her eyesight completely blurry as she worries about the panic attack that she’s almost about on the verge of.

she hears him call out her name.

but, when she feels his hand placing itself onto her one of her ankles — trying to bring her any comfort that he can — she snaps out of her thoughts.

[y/n] looks down at him, her vision clearing, once she blinks away the blurriness a few times.

her tears roll down her cheeks, still struggling to breathe a bit, but seeing jj calms her down instantly.

“j?” she questions shakily, voice hoarse as she reaches out to touch his hand, as if he wasn’t really there in front of her and would disappear once she touched him.

realizing this, his eyes soften and he places his other hand over hers, squeezing it to reassure her that everything is going to be fine.

“yeah, i’m here.” he murmurs softly, a gentle smile placed on his lips.

john b — along with pope and sarah — watch the exchange between both jj and [y/n] in shock, considering they’ve never seen their friend so worried and affectionate towards another girl.

but, [y/n]’s different.

kiara, however, watches with a prideful expression, after having seen her two friends act this way with each other so many times since they met.

there was just something about their connection.

[y/n] smiles appreciatively down at him, eyes twinkling with adoration for the boy knelt in front of her.

jj’s breath almost gets caught in his throat at the way she looks at him — the way that he’s been longing for, for months now.

although, before he can say anything, john b clears his throat.

jj whips his head up to confusedly look at his friend, who simply nods for him to follow him and their friends into the kitchen.

hesitant on leaving [y/n], jj turns back to face her.

“go ahead. i’ll be outside.” she softly murmurs, moving to stand up.

as jj nods, she walks out the door and into the warm weather, hoping the sun will help her feel better.

as the maybank boy walks into the kitchen, meeting his friends with a confused expression, he waits for them to ask the question he knows they’re all desperate to ask.

“jj, what happened? did rafe do… th—that to her?” sarah questions, hoping that her brother has given up on harassing and abusing her friend.

after hearing the name of [y/n]’s ex-boyfriend, jj can’t help it as his jaw ticks.

“no, sarah. rafe didn’t do this. it was her parents. she said that they’re alcoholics and that’s why she doesn’t drink because she doesn’t want to turn into them. and apparently, this hasn’t been the first time that they’ve… hurt her.” he states in a strained voice, barely able to think about all the terrible things she’s been put through for the past months.

the rest of the pogues gape at him, surely appalled at the information about their friend.

however, sarah and kiara are the most shocked of all of them.

sure, the boys — except for jj, of course — of the group care very much about [y/n] like a sister.

but, the girls, are her best friends.

and just like finding out about rafe’s abusive behavior towards [y/n], this is yet another secret that they hadn’t known about.

so, of course, it’s going to hurt them to realize the whole truth of their assumed-happy friend.

and to realize that [y/n] was only faking her happiness and pretending her life was at least good, hurts them to even think about.

“so, she’s been suffering and feeling completely miserable this entire time… and none of us noticed?” sarah questions, tears starting to become visible.

noticing the upset behavior of his girlfriend, john b, also in shock, moves to put an arm around her shoulder and pulls her into his embrace, allowing her to feel some sort of comfort over this new information.

“w—well, why didn’t she tell us?” kiara questions, both emotional and irritated, clearly showing how upset she is that her friend hasn’t told her about something so big in her life that’s been causing her unhappiness and god knows what else.

ignoring the irritated tone of his close friend, jj sighs.

“she probably felt embarrassed and didn’t want to burden us. i mean, you guys all know how i was acting, when i was first going through the same thing with my dad — it’s not something you want to admit, or talk about.” as jj finishes defending [y/n]’s actions — despite, feeling sad himself that she didn’t tell him sooner — pope nods in agreement.

“guys… you know that he’s right. we all know that [y/n] hates being vulnerable and opening up. in fact, we know the most that she thinks that she has to be happy, all the time, and pretend to be fine because she doesn’t want us to see her pain,” pope says, pausing as kiara sighs but nods, and john b and sarah silently agree with their friend. “it’s not her fault that she feels that way. habits are hard to break. so, all we can do now, is support her and be there for her and help her in any way we can. because she’s more than just a friend to us — she’s family. and what do we do for family?” he questions seriously, feeling protective over his friend and understanding why she hid this secret from them and yet, still remaining on her side.

kiara frowns, already knowing the answer before she utters it, feeling guilty for being so upset with her friend — she knows she’d understand [y/n]’s decision more than anyone else. “we protect and take care of family.”

as kiara says what they’re all thinking, john b sighs. “and that’s what we’re going to do.” he states, starting to walk towards the door, but jj stops him.

“wait.” jj says, grabbing onto his friend’s shoulder.

john b turns to him, confusion written on his features.

“what? we need to show her that she can talk to us and that we’re not going abandon her.” he continues to say, not understanding his friend’s actions.

“i know. but, she’s clearly overwhelmed by everything. if we all go over there and try to talk about what happened, she’ll feel smothered and uncomfortable. even though you have good intentions, we need to give her the space she needs.” jj explains, raising a brow at john b.

john b sighs in defeat, nodding.

as he begins to walk back to his girlfriend, he stops as he realizes something.

“you know what?” he asks out loud as he turns back to his best friend.

jj raises his eyebrows in question, waiting for him to continue on.

“i think you’re right that we shouldn’t talk to her. however, you should.” john b continues, a small smirk on his lips, looking as if he knows something that jj doesn’t.

jj’s brows furrow in confusion.

“what? what are you talking about, dude?” he questions, looking past his friend to see if the others know what he’s talking about.

but, whether they do or not, they don’t show it.

“everyone here knows you’re in love with her. it’s obvious. and guess what? she so-happens to be in love with you too. so, you’re the only person that she’d possibly actually accept to let in or to talk to.” john b states as if the truth is so obvious.

and you know what? he’s right.

but the thing is, jj doesn’t want to admit that he’s right.

in fact, he’s in denial.

“wha—dude, no. i don’t know what you’re talking about. i only see her as a sister, alright?!” jj exclaims through only denial and irritation, lying through his teeth and throwing his hands up in the air incredulously. 

the truth is, he’s scared of his feelings and what it could do to his friendship with [y/n].

i mean, ever since she came into his life, she changed him.

and she saw something in him that he never saw in himself and it terrifies him.

john b gives him a pointed look. “yeah, you do, jj.” he murmurs, noticing the scared look in his eyes.

jj stammers, “n—no. i can’t.” he digs his fingers into his messy blonde hair, stressed out of his mind.

“you do. and it scares you. i know it does, because i can see the look on your face. but, so is she — it’s why she hasn’t said anything to you. but, it doesn’t matter how scared you guys are. because she needs you more than anything right now. and deep down, you know it too, jj.” kiara says this time, stepping towards him.

jj sputters nervously, not understanding how he can actually deny his feelings to the point of his friends actually believing it.

“i know you’re scared. it’s understandable. but, don’t you know that that’s what falling for someone is? love always requires sacrifice. in this case, it’s yours and [y/n]’s fear of getting hurt and of ruining your friendship. but, you have to do it.” kiara says once more, placing a comforting hand on the maybank boy’s shaking arm.

jj shakily nods, taking in a deep breath.

after seeing their friend’s acceptance, sarah and pope step forward with supportive smiles.

“go get the girl, buddy.” pope encouragingly states and jj nods.

then, he’s rushing outside, only to find [y/n] at the shore of the beach, her feet dipping into the cool water.

“hey, princess.” he calls out, quickly getting her attention.

she smiles and waves as he walks over.

“hey, j. is everything okay with our friends?” she questions worriedly.

he sighs and nods, heart fluttering at the worry she has for him.

“y—yeah. everything’s fine. don’t worry about it, okay?” he murmurs, moving to sit down beside her.

she nods, deciding to move closer to him and lean her head on his shoulder.

but, as she begins to remember the terrible things she’s been through — for so long — tears resurface.

“when did everything get so bad?” she questions in a trembling tone of voice.

hearing the pain in her voice, jj turns to her and presses a kiss to her temple.

“i know you’ve been through a lot. but, if anyone can get through it, it’s you.” he murmurs, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

“god… what did i do to deserve a friend like you?” she questions, tears escaping to her cheeks as his heart stops at the word ‘friend’.

“speaking of being friends, i—i need to tell you something, [y/n].” he murmurs nervously, causing her to turn to him confusedly.

“the thing is… i—i’m in love with you. i’ve been for awhile. i just didn’t admit it because i was scared of rejection and of ruining our friendship. the truth is, i knew there was something special about you. sure, i was cautious of you and i didn’t trust you right away. but, there was something about you that i just couldn’t shake. and ever since we met, i’ve found myself falling deeper in love with you every single day. i’ve never felt this way about anyone. and if you’ll have me, i want to see where this goes and i wanna try it out.” he says, after a few seconds of growing some confidence and courage.

[y/n] gapes in shock, not sure that any of this is real.

but, when she doesn’t answer, he assumes the worst.

sighing, he mumbles, “i’m sorry. forget i brought any of this up.”

but, before he can fully stand up, she shakily and nervously grabs onto his forearm and tries to ignore the anxiety rumbling deep within her as she pulls him towards her.

then, she kisses him.

a sound of shock leaves his mouth, but when he realizes what’s happening, he kisses her back with so much love for her that they both find themselves pulling away for much needed air.

“w—wow.” [y/n] murmurs, a huge grin placed on her lips.

he smirks, no longer nervous at all.

“i take it that means you feel the same?” he questions with waggling eyebrows.

“well, yeah. i don’t kiss my friends like that.” she sarcastically states, raising her eyebrows up at him.

“i sure as hell fucking hope not.” he grumbles, before pulling her in for another kiss, pulling her onto his lap, so that she’s straddling him.

she giggles in between kisses, feeling the happiest she’s ever felt before.

[mistytpednaem]

alright it’s been a week and a day. i should probably post con pictures now huh

starting off with this one i JUST barely remembered to save from instagram. the absolute king to my left with the monokuma puppet was my main companion for the day and I am immensely grateful to them. are we pals now?? i hope we’re pals

i am. So photogenic

google apparently decided to turn this series of images into a gif but that’s not what alarms me about this. what alarms me about this is that i have NO fucking memory of pulling this stupid fucking pose so i can only assume the spirit of doppio himself possessed my body at the time

knowing that this pucci is 12 years old fills me with a feeling so complicated. on one hand: thank god the kids have good taste in villains. on the other hand: it’s probably aided by the fact that my mask is covering half my face but we honestly look like we’re the same fucking age. help

A CUTE NARANCIA... they seemed embarrassed but i’m glad they agreed to a picture regardless ;v;

there was a fUCKING GYRO ZEPPELI and the friend with them took a way better full-body picture but i don’t have that!! i only have my shitty selfie!! weeps

i know i’m not in this picture but look at this remilia holy fucking shit. i had to take a picture of her, i was so impressed. have i mentioned i took my anxiety meds before i headed for the con. i think they did wonders

thankfully, the meds did not remove ALL of my inhibitions and i was able to quickly approach a FF cosplayer for a picture while not informing them of my deranged foodop agenda

sighs. i took a picture of these two because they’re idol boys from a franchise i like. they seemed pretty jazzed to be recognised too so i feel like all in all i did the right thing. also yes those are dmmd cosplayers in the back in the year of our lord 2022

i have three pictures with this Giorno & Mista and the lighting on ALL of them turned out weird as fuck because i guess my phone decided i wanted HDR. that being the case i decided to just post the one where it is the most obvious that dude in the back has a fucking aura

ABSOLUTE UNDISPUTED KING (#2). may or may not be the first spamton cosplayer in all of portugal according to people searching for him. i have been informed he has no social media, which only makes him even more of a king in this day and age

IT’S KIRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i was so flustered about getting a picture before losing him forever that i didn’t even go for any of the phones i brought and just used my unfinished soda instead. i probably did the right thing because i never saw him again

this was just me realising i had yet to get a picture of the monokuma puppet (i had no idea i’d be seeing the picture i opened this post with again) and deciding to remedy that. he was sitting very politely

jolyne 🥰🥰🥰

i had been hovering around this dio bc we had shared companions and i tried v hard to get a picture with them at lunch time because Obviously I Needed One. they said “nah don’t worry about it, we’re gonna stick together all day.” then i lost track of them until it was nearly closing time and they had already taken off both knee bits and removed their muscle bodysuit. still worth it. hope they weren’t like. trying to avoid me or anything. that’s not a possibility that occurred to me at the time but it is occurring to me NOW so that’s how you can tell those meds work super well

IT DIDN’T FEEL RIGHT NOT TO GET A PICTURE OF THEM???? anybody who attends cons in a fursuit is a goddamn hero

AHHHHHHHHH THERE WERE SEVERAL YOKO TARO CHARACTERS AROUND!! THERE WAS EVEN A KAINE!!! but i chickened out of asking kaine for a picture and at the end of the day i had lost all hope when i suddenly saw a zero i’d seen before and finally managed to ask for a picture... didn’t have the nerve to be IN the picture with her but still worth it ;-;7

anyway i got home fucking SOAKING wet. my pants were sticking to my legs. i’m still afraid to look at my wig again. got a really cute chikorita though, as well as...

a wonderful sticker that i don’t know where to put because i have to support the arts, of course, annnnd I didn’t pay for these but -

two wonderful sticky note doodles from my mop komaeda pal... truly blessed

so yeah, good stuff! hope I continue to get over my hangups in future cons! would love to feel ok not wearing a mask at a con in the future too but lmao i’m not getting my hopes up

[bobfloydsbabe]

confessions | phoebe + isra

Rating: Teen and up Word count: 500+ Warning(s): Brief mention of sex, non-explicit Summary: Phoebe Del Campo pressures her best friend, Isra Atkins, into telling her about the guy she's seeing.

Author's Note: After writing a post about this scene, I was bullied into posting it, so thank you @lukespatterson and @anna-phora, who also helped with the title. Isra Atkins is a TFATWS OC, whereas Phoebe Del Campo is a Moon Knight OC. Also, enjoy this shitty gif I quickly made.

“How long has it been since you were in the country?”

Phoebe watched as her friend took a long sip of her tea before setting the cup down.

Isra shrugged. “I’m always in and out.”

Phoebe hummed. “And when are you leaving next?”

They did this back and forth every time they met. Phoebe would pretend to believe Isra when she said she worked in international relations, and Isra would pretend Phoebe didn’t see right through her. Phoebe knew her better than anyone. She knew Isra would never have given up on her doctorate unless something happened. Considering her research had been on spies, Phoebe suspected Isra had been recruited by MI5 or MI6, though she’d never been able to discern which.

“Tonight,” Isra told her, bringing Phoebe back to the present. “But it’s a holiday, sort of.”

Phoebe quirked a brow. “Sort of?”

Isra’s jaw clenched. “I’m going to a wedding.”

“Whose wedding?”

From the way she shifted her position in her seat, Isra was clearly not keen on telling Phoebe any of this, which could only mean one thing: She’d met someone.

“A colleague’s cousin is getting married,” she told Phoebe. “He asked me to be his plus one.”

Phoebe grinned. “What’s his name?”

Isra groaned and stalled by taking another sip of her tea, which had probably long since gone cold. “He’s just a colleague,” she eventually replied.

“Oh, come on,” Phoebe pleaded. “I’m your friend, so you can tell me if you have a boyfriend.”

“He is not my boyfriend.”

“Sure, that’s why you’re blushing.”

Isra groaned again. “I hate you.”

Gotcha, Phoebe thought. “No, you don’t,” she said giddily. “What’s his name?”

The slightest ghost of a smile appeared on Isra’s face. “Joaquín Torres.”

Phoebe frowned in surprise. “Spanish?”

Isra shook her head. “American,” she replied. “But yes, Latino.”

“So, the sex is good?”

“Phoebe!”

She put her hands up. “Sorry,” she replied. “I know that’s a stereotype.”

If possible, Isra’s cheeks grew darker as the blush spread and deepened. “It is good, though.”

“I knew it,” Phoebe exclaimed, earning a hoard of disapproving looks from the fellow guests at the café.

“I’ve never met anyone with a mouth like his,” she gushed. “He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I get there every time.”

“God, you’re living the dream, aren’t you?” A rush of jealousy flooded through Phoebe. She wasn’t usually one to get jealous but seeing her friend, who was usually unwilling to talk about anything to do with relationships, be so happy and blushy made the green-eyed monster rear its ugly head. It wasn’t fair to Isra. Phoebe wanted her to be happy, and it seemed that Joaquín Torres had made that happen.

She swallowed her jealousy and met her friend’s eye. “So, you’re meeting his family, then?”

Isra nodded. “I’m terrified.”

“They’ll love you,” Phoebe assured her, placing a comforting hand over hers. “If he likes you, so will they.”

“I hope so,” Isra said and pulled out her phone to look at a text. This time, a big smile spread across her face.

“That him?”

“Hm?” Isra questioned, bringing her eyes back up to meet Phoebe’s.

“That him?”

“Yes,” she said, putting the phone down. “Breakfast’s on me.”

“Yeah, it is,” Phoebe agreed, letting an easy laugh go as Isra flagged down a waitress to ask for the bill.

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Move On IV (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: Hello!💕 I don’t even know how I managed to finish this with the crazy week I’ve had💀 I had 3 exams, a huge paper to hand in and a presentation. But somehow, I did this too and I wanted to post it as soon as possible🥰 I’m quite happy of how this one turned out considering I hadn’t that much time to work on it. So I hope you like it!♥️ There’s not many parts left (2 or 3) but I have an idea for a “sequel” so if you guys like this one, maybe when it’s done I’ll work on that!

Now enjoy, stay safe and enjoy the holidays, even if this year isn’t the best one for celebrations😅 See you soon🥰 

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, angst, implied Hvitserk x Reader, don’t kill me for this lol

Words: 4179 (I’m sorry)

Move On   II    III

gifs belong to @therealcalicali​ and @honestsycrets​

You actually liked to go shopping. You enjoyed walking around the shops and looking at beautiful clothes and shoes. You didn't like to try on the clothes, though, because the comparisons between the model on the photos and you were awful. 

"Aren't you gonna try that on, Y/N?"

Torvi's voice startled you. She just got out of one of the fitting rooms, wearing a beautiful silver dress that made her look even better than the model. You widened your eyes. 

"I... Don't think this will fit me" you glanced at the clothes they made you pick. Party clothes; tight dresses, short skirts, low cut crop tops... "I'm more of a comfy sweatpants and oversized hoodies girl" you raised an eyebrow. 

Torvi chuckled, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. 

"Come on, Y/N, I want to see how you look on them!"

She looked at herself on the mirror, frowning softly. You looked at the pile of clothes on the wooden table and wondered why you agreed to go shopping with Torvi, Gunhild and Lagertha when you could be at home, eating cookies and watching Disney movies with Hvitserk. 

They insisted on going shopping and then go and grab lunch. As you barely had any social life anymore, you thought it'd be a great idea. Then they entered one of those expensive shops that you could only admire from afar and glare with jealousy to the people that exited the store with a couple of bags. 

"Okay, I think this is the one" Torvi shrugged happily "What do you think?" She turned around and you smiled softly. 

"You look beautiful" 

"Thank you" her smile widened "You're the sweetest, Y/N"

"Are you girls done?" Lagertha's voice startled you, her head peeked through the door. 

"Nearly" Torvi winked at her "What do you think about this dress? Y/N likes it" 

"I think you look perfect on it" Lagertha smiled at her ex daughter in law. You were still amazed with the narrative of that family, but it wasn't your place to judge "What about you, Y/N? Did you try anything?" 

You opened your mouth to speak, but Torvi interrupted you. 

"She didn't, I keep telling her she should, but she won't listen" she raised an eyebrow and you groan, rubbing your face. 

"Come on, we're not leaving until you try something on" Lagertha chuckled. 

Sighing, you rubbed your face and grabbed the clothes, rolling your eyes as you entered the fitting room, making Torvi and Lagertha smirk in victory. 

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"So... We could go out" Torvi looked excited as you stared at your lunch. You had nothing against modern, expensive restaurant but you weren't sure if it was legal that they asked that amount of money for that. 

"We're already out, Torvi" Gunhild chuckled. Out of all of them, she was the one you could relate to the most, she was the most calm, the quiet, but also as fierce as Lagertha if not more. 

"I know" Torvi rolled her eyes "But maybe we should go out to a nightclub, you know, I haven't been out in forever and I want to, this whole 'plan the perfect wedding' thing is stressing me out" 

"You don't need to plan the perfect wedding, every wedding is perfect when you're in love" Lagertha raised her cup of champagne softly, and you chewed at your food slowly. 

"I know, I know, I just... Ubbe is the one, you know?" 

"We know, Torvi" Gunhild smiled widely at her "But you see... My own wedding with Björn was quite rushed, and still... Magical" she blushed softly, looking down. 

You smiled, remembering her wedding. You had attended with Ivar, who wasn't too excited to go to his half-brother's wedding and was nearly obligated by his family. The two of you left very early, but not before having sex on the limousine Björn had rented. 

"I know you will have the same thing with Ubbe, I can see it" Lagertha caressed Torvi's hand over the table.

"Okay stop getting emotional, I know what you're doing" she narrowed her eyes at them "Can we go out, please?" 

They laughed, and even you chuckled softly.

"Y/N, I trust you, don't leave me alone" she pouted at you "Tonight?" 

"I'm afraid I work tonight" you smiled apologetically "But you all can go out! I'm sure you'll have a better time without me" 

"No, we need you" she sighed "Tomorrow?" 

"Yeah, I suppose tomorrow is fine..."

"Perfect!" She giggled. 

"I'm afraid my time on nightclubs is already over, girls" Lagertha laughed "But I wish you have a great time, enjoy your youth" 

"I think I can" Gunhild nodded "But I'll leave early" 

Torvi looked satisfied. 

"Okay, I can call Sigurd's new girlfriend too" 

"Sigurd has a girlfriend?" You raised an eyebrow. You didn't know anything, but as you barely talked to him due to his bad relationship with Ivar, it didn't surprise you. 

"Yeah, I met her when we had dinner with them to tell them about the wedding... She's cute, and nice... It looks like our dear Sigurd finally settled down... Ubbe was relieved to hear about her, he was really worried that the rockstar life was too much for him" 

Even Sigurd, the now semi-famous musician that girls pursued after his gigs, the soft and sweet Sigurd that had had nearly as many girls as Hvitserk, had settled down. He had an stable relationship. You, on the other hand, had a shitty job and spent your nights watching Disney movies. 

You kept eating as Torvi talked about her favorite clubs, trying to decide which one was more suitable for a girls' night. But suddenly, someone entering the restaurant, and your eyes widened. Torvi stopped talking and Lagertha raised an eyebrow, turning her head to look at the door. 

Of all the people you'd think you might run into on a posh restaurant, Aslaug wasn't one of them. She looked as beautiful and flawless as always, with her hair tied on an elegant bun and her subtle makeup that made her pretty eyes stand out. Ivar had his father's eye color, but the shape was much more similar to his mother's. They resembled each other, and it made your stomach turn. 

She looked around the restaurant, and when her eyes found yours, she looked surprised. An strange expression crossed her face, but she flashed you a sweet smile. Aslaug seemed cold and distant to most people, but to you she was always sweet and caring, treating you like the daughter she always wanted but never got. 

Her smile turned a bit stern when she looked at Lagertha and Torvi, ignoring Gunhild. Then she turned to the bar, smiling politely at the waitress. 

Then the eyes turned to you. You cleared your throat nervously and avoided them. It was true that, out of Ivar's family, the only people you had a close relationship with were Hvitserk, Aslaug, Floki and Helga, and sometimes Ubbe, even if that changed when he decided to get closer to his half brother and Lagertha. Now things had changed, and you still felt a bit out of place in this new social circle Alfred had introduced to you, but your link to the "enemy" was much stronger. 

"I... I'm going to say hello" you muttered. 

No one said anything, and you nearly felt sick. When you arrived to the bar, Aslaug was talking to a man next to her. You hadn't even realized he walked in after her, like her favored son, she had the gift of making everyone aware of only her presence by just walking in a room. 

"Hi, Aslaug"

She turned to face you, her face lightened up and her smile widened. This time it reached her eyes. 

"Y/N, my sweet girl, hello" she hugged you tightly, and you sighed, hugging her back. You missed her "I was wondering if you'd say hello... How are you, my dear?" 

"I'm fine" you nodded "How are you?" 

"I'm good, honey, I'm so happy to see you, I was worried when you..." She licked her lips, nervously "I called you a couple of times, but you didn't pick up" 

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that... I kind of neglected my phone for a few weeks" 

"I understand" she nodded. If anyone in the world understood exactly how you felt, it was Aslaug "I truly do, Hvitserk has been talking to me about you, I'm glad you haven't completely cut off communications with my family, we need you" 

"Of course" you giggled "Hvitserk is one of my closest friends, and that won't change" 

I hope, you thought. You kind of felt very replaceable. 

"I'm glad to see you" she repeated, the smile never left her lips "Remember you will always be welcome in our home, Y/N"

"Thank you, Aslaug" you nearly teared up "I think I should go back now..."

"Yeah, go and have fun, dear" she caressed your cheek softly, not even mentioning the people you were with "Goodbye"

"Bye, have a good day" you shot her another wide smile. 

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Thora looked impressed when you arrived to the cafeteria with Torvi, Lagertha and Gunhild. She was polite to them, but it was obvious that she was surprised to see you hanging out with them. 

'Wow' was the only thing she said once they left, making you promise you'd wear the dress you had bought that morning to the club the night after.

"Don't even mention it" you groaned, rubbing your face as the both of you got ready to start your shift. 

"I didn't take you for someone that had brunch with these people" Thora held back a laugh, and you hit her arm playfully. 

"They're really nice" you muttered "They're just trying to make me feel better" 

"Yeah, they seem nice, but... Are you sure you fit in that group, Y/N?" She raised an eyebrow "Don't get offended, but I never pictured you in there"

"No, I don't" you sighed "As I'm seeing Alfred now, I suppose they see me like one of them" 

"You're seeing..."

"Not like that" you glared at her "Shut up, we're just friends" 

This time she didn't hold back the laugh. 

"I went on a date with Hvitserk" she cleared her throat, and you looked up at her again, interested. 

"And?" 

"Nothing, he's just not my type" she shrugged, making you groan.

"He likes you, I know it" you winked at her. 

Thora shook her head. 

"Hvitserk is the kind of man that likes everyone" she laughed "It's okay, he's nice and fun, but not what I'm looking for... I have another date tonight, though, with a guy I met on Tinder" 

"You're on Tinder?" You frowned as you kept drying the coffee cups. 

"Yes, and you should too" she giggled when you widened your eyes at her "Come on, Y/N, you're young, hot and cute, stop thinking about a boy that didn't appreciate you, you deserve to spend your nights having orgasms, not chocolate ice-cream" 

"But I like chocolate ice-cream" you muttered.

"More than orgasms?" She chuckled, and just when you were about to answer, she interrupted you "Don't answer, you're weird" she rolled her eyes. 

Hvitserk surprised you at the end of your shift with a bag full of beers. He had brought his car and offered you a late night with beer, chips and reality shows. As it was probably the best plan you could have, you said yes, and opened one of the beers even before entering the car. You saw Hvitserk glance at Thora as she stayed to close the cafeteria and wait for her date, chatting with a girl she knew from university that visited her at work. 

"You should work a bit for it" you said, raising an eyebrow at him as he drove to your home with a poker face. 

"She's not interested" he shrugged. As Hvitserk wasn't used to having girls reject him, it had hurt his pride.

"But you can make her interested if you do things right" you chuckled "You Lothbrok boys are always waiting for girls battling their eyelashes at you" 

Hvitserk laughed. 

"You're right, what can I say? I'm surprised you didn't battle your eyelashes at me yet" 

"I was busy with your brother, Hvitty" you giggled "Until he got tired of me"

Hvitserk's smile faded slowly, and as soon as he could, he put his hand on your thigh, turning to look at you. 

"How are you, Y/N?" 

"I'm fine, it's okay" you muttered, shrugging "I saw your mother today" 

"Yeah she told me" he nodded, his attention back to the road "She also asked me not to say anything to Ivar" he sighed "It's because she doesn't like Freydis, she came home for dinner the other day and I could swear she would have loved to sink the knife on her neck" he held back a smile. 

God, you loved Aslaug. 

"Why? What happens with Freydis that no one likes her?" You asked, curious.

"You've seen them together, haven't you?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, briefly... Alfred and I left immediately, I barely talked to them" 

"Ivar is infatuated with her" he sighed "He's lost his mind, Y/N, he's not even rational now, his whole world is Freydis, it's not love, it's... I'm worried about him" he frowned "He's changing, he can't see anything past her" 

"Have you tried to talk to him? Maybe he needs a bit of big brother guidance"

"I can't talk to him, he's... He doesn't listen. No matter what I tell him, he doesn't trust me"

"Ivar has a hard time trusting people" you said softly "Maybe..."

"Don't defend him" he glared at you "I know what you mean, but he's known her for a few months, Y/N, and he's pushing away every single person that was important to him, he's not even going to physical therapy anymore" 

You frowned a bit. Ivar hated therapy, but he always understood he needed to do it. Suddenly you felt the need of texting him.

"Stop worrying about him, Y/N" Hvitserk narrowed his eyes "It's my job to worry about him because he's my little brother, but you can forget about him now" 

When you arrived home, Hvitserk went directly to the kitchen to heat up the sandwiches you had taken from the cafeteria and put the beers in the fridge as you entered your bedroom, sighing tiredly. 

"I'm going to take a shower" you raised your voice, and after Hvitserk hummed, probably with his mouth full of food, you entered the bathroom, closing the door and taking off your clothes. 

The warm water relaxed your body and you were able to finally stop thinking, leaving your mind completely blank. 

It didn't last, though. 

As soon as you left the shower, you unlocked your phone, looking for Ivar's contact. The last text messages you had exchanged were from the last days of your relationship. Ivar didn't like to text, so he usually only replied with monosyllables and then called you to hear your voice, but in those last weeks he hadn't even replied. In that moment, you had tried to convince yourself that it was normal, that he might hadn't feel like texting you, but then he had broken up with you. Scrolling down the messages, you could tell exactly the day he had realized he wasn't in love with you anymore -if he had ever been in love, which you started to doubt-. You let your throat ache and a couple of tears run down your cheek before wiping them away and writing the message you had in mind. 

Hi Ivar. Are you okay? 

You didn't think he'd reply. But after hearing people saying how weird Ivar was acting (even more than the usual) and how Freydis had changed him, you started to wonder if he was okay. No matter how much he hurt you, he was still someone you cared deeply about. 

A knock on the bathroom door startled you. 

"Y/N? Are you alive?" Hvitserk sounded a bit worried as he knocked on the door. You cleared your throat and dried the few tears on your face. 

"Yes! Sorry! I'll be out in five!"

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The beers didn't last as long as you thought. It was past midnight when Hvitserk convinced you to open the bottle of vodka you had bought months ago and already forgot why. 

It resulted on a blurry night, as the both of you started feeling more and more happy, you watched stupid movies and laughed at them. You forgot about Ivar, the text and the ache in your chest. Hvitserk was the only one that could make you forget everything and laugh so much. 

"Come on, that never happens" Hvitserk groaned, rubbing his eyes with his voice already a bit unsteady. The brothers had a high alcohol tolerance, but Hvitserk was always the one that got drunk first "The girl never runs back to us, we're the ones that have to chase them" 

You giggled drunkenly, hitting his arm. 

"Yeah, we have to make you work for it"

He rolled his eyes, drinking directly from the bottle now. 

"It's always easier to go out to a pub and have sex with another girl" 

You giggled again. For some reason, every single thing he said felt like the funniest thing ever. 

"Yeah, we can do that too" you smirked "For example, as you don't want to work for Thora, she's now out on a date and probably having sex with another guy while you're in my apartment getting drunk and criticizing terrible movies... Who's losing now?" You raised an eyebrow, smiling in victory. Hvitserk frowned and glared at you as you laid back on the couch. 

"Are you saying I should go out and find someone to have sex with?" 

"No" you giggled "I'm saying you should call Thora tomorrow" 

"Anyway" he scoffed again "You should be the one going out to have sex" 

"Me?" You laughed "Why?"

"When was the last time you had an orgasm, Y/N?" 

You closed your eyes and pressed your fingers against your temple. It was hard to think when you had that... Noise in your head. 

"I can't remember" you muttered "Probably before..." You hummed. He knew what you meant. 

"What?" He widened his eyes, and his jaw dropped "It's been months, Y/N, what the hell?" He groaned "You didn't even touch yourself?"

You were so drunk that you didn't even flinch at his question.

"I don't have time for that" you frowned. 

"Well, now I know why you're always pouting and looking like a lost puppy"

You opened your eyes to glare at him, even if you only saw a blurry bulge on the other side of your couch. 

"I don't pout" you scoffed "And I'm just not ready to get to know someone new, Hvitty"

"You don't have to know them, you just need to fuck them" he shrugged "It works, you know, it helps to move on... In fact, this is what you should do; you should go out, pick someone, take them to my flat and fuck them on Ivar's bed" 

You couldn't help the burst of laugher that brought tears to your eyes. Hvitserk looked amused. 

"I'm serious, that should teach that asshole a fucking lesson, he needs it" 

"I miss him" you muttered when the laughter died down "I texted him" 

You couldn't see it, but Hvitserk sighed and rubbed his eyes. He moved then, startling you when he laid down next to you, hugging you softly. It made you smile. 

"You need to stop, Y/N" he whispered then, and the lump in the throat came back "You really need to move on, you're amazing, and there's so many people in the world that deserves you much more than my stupid brother"

"I know" you sighed "But I want him" 

Hvitserk hummed. He knew the feeling. He also knew you'd get over it, with time, but now it was difficult. 

"That's why you need to go out there and enjoy your youth, Y/N" he drank from the bottle again, making you laugh "Get drunk, have sex and stop living like you're fifty and getting over your second divorce"

"Sounds easy when you say it" you giggled turning around to face him. 

"You just need to do it" he muttered. Your eyelids already felt heavy, and when you opened your eyes, you saw Ivar. You didn't even know why, Ivar and Hvitserk didn't really look alike, but in that moment you saw him, his deep blue eyes staring at you, his pouty lips, his cute nose... Even that nervous expression he had whenever the two of you were alone. Your heart started beating faster and faster, and you felt his arms around you. You could even smell him. Oh, gods, you missed him so much. You would give anything, your own life, just to be able to kiss him again, even if it was for the last time. 

So you just leant in and kissed him. 

He kissed you back, but that kiss didn't feel like Ivar's... This one was much more rushed, it was good but... It lacked Ivar's passion and intensity. It wasn't the same. 

Anyway, you kept kissing him, as his hands roamed up and down your body. You might knew you were kissing Hvitserk, but decided to ignore it. Maybe he was right and you just needed someone to move on. 

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Ivar just glared at his phone. He had been glaring at it for the past two hours, since Freydis left, saying she was meeting some friends that night. Then he checked his phone and he nearly dropped it when he saw your name on his screen. Why were you texting him now? He thought you hated him. It was easier that way. 

He rubbed his face, groaning and laying back on his bed. His legs hurt so much that day... No matter how many painkillers he had taken, how much he rested. He was feeling like someone just ran over him with a truck. 

Hvitserk didn't come home either. Not that it made a difference. The long nights they spent drinking cheap beer and talking about family and life were long forgotten. They weren't as close now. He was probably fucking someone he just met, or getting drunk. Did he mention he'd go to your house to see you? Maybe. Ivar had stopped listening whenever your name came up, trying to avoid that rage he felt the last time he saw you, getting all cozy and giggly with Alfred. The fucking Alfred. 

You always insisted he was only a friend, but he knew better, if he hadn't left you for Freydis, you'd probably have ended up leaving him for Alfred. He was better for you anyway. 

Hi Ivar. Are you okay? 

Why did you care? Were you thinking about him and suddenly wanted to know if he was okay? Did anyone say anything to you? 

He had to hold back a smile when he saw your profile picture. It was you in Iceland, hugging one of the huskies Floki had on his house in Skógar. Freki, the husky you had fallen in love with, was infatuated with you, too, and Ivar found very amusing how he would follow you anywhere, trying to get your attention. It reminded him of himself, actually, annoyed when you diverted your attention to something that wasn't him. Ivar had a serious talk with the dog, explaining him that he wasn't allowed to get into bed with you, let alone cuddle you in your sleep, the only living being that could do that was Ivar.

He took that picture one morning you decided to take Freki for a walk. The husky had been so excited to see you that he had knocked you down to the floor, making you laugh. The picture had you looking at the camera, hugging Freki as he tried to lick your cheek. 

When he locked his phone again, the warm tingling on his chest disappeared. It made him sigh, closing his eyes. Freydis was perfect, wasn't she? She was beautiful, sweet, she loved him. She made him understand he was special, that he needed no one but her. 

She was perfect. She was the one, and she loved him as much as he did, she always said it. At least a few times a day, she smiled sweetly and said that she loved him, so that meant she loved him, right? You didn't say it that much. But then again, you would have never left him alone knowing he was in pain. 

Shaking his head, he unlocked his phone again and wrote a quick text. 

Yeah, thanks. 

Then he deleted your number. He didn't want to see that photo with Freki, smiling at him, he didn't want to think about you or about what you would have done. You weren't part of his life anymore. 

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Last Summer: Ace x Reader (OneShot)

Here’s an adorable Ace gif for you because I love him.

Word Count: 2, 064

Summary: You and Ace are best friends but it turns into something more.

Quick Note: This is the first thing I’ve written that I’ve fully finished and am posting so I’m like freakin our right now. Also this isn’t my usual style but I’m super happy with how it turned out and I hope you (anyone who reads this) likes it! I’m considering a series but I also have several other things in the works, so it might not be soon. Anyways, let’s get this show on the road!

Ace and Y/n. Best friends since they could walk. Inseparable through elementary, middle, and high school. Where do we start?

To be honest, there’s not a lot to explain. You and Ace kind of just... were. It made sense. Best friends, always had the other’s back. You both work at the Claw, you’re both a little burnt out and worn down, but still clever and funny. Everything always made sense.

You always joke, laugh, and do stupid shit together. You’ve bailed him out of trouble more times than you can count. He’s done the same for you. He’s your favourite person, you’re his.

And you’ve been in love with each other forever. Except neither one of you can tell that the other loves you back. So we’re at a roadblock.

You got weird when Ace dated Laura back in the day.

Ace got weird when you dated James, the biker dude in high school.

You got weird when Ace started crushing on Bess.

Ace got weird when you mentioned that Ryan Hudson was hot in a douchebag kind of way.

Summer was different though. Had you known it’d be your last summer before you spotted Dead Lucy, saw Tiffany Hudson’s ghost, were introduced to the spirit world, and started doing seances and rituals every other day, you may have appreciated it more. But oh well, right?

Not right. The start of summer was when you started realizing you couldn’t go on the way you were, but that you also couldn’t live without Ace. So how do you confess? You don’t.

A couple weeks go by before you start to notice the way Ace looks at you, how he always stands just a little closer than anyone else does. How he puts himself between you and the guys that ogle you as the two of you walk to the pier. The way his jaw clenches when someone cute hits on you. His hand always right beside yours, and you wonder if he gets the urge to grab your hand like you do his.

And by the end of June, you’re this weird something. Not just friends, you’ve both seen the way the other stares. But it’s unspoken. You don’t know if you can bring yourself to tell him. He doesn’t know if he can bear the risk of losing you.

Don’t get it twisted, despite the buried feelings you and Ace are the best pair of best friends anyone in Horseshoe Bay has ever seen. Constantly laughing and cracking jokes, seeing who can get more tips in a day. Ace is always the one you turn to, you’re the one Ace turns to. For pretty much anything.

When July rolls around, you both get more time off. The fourth comes quickly, and you make plans to watch the fireworks from the roof of the claw. Upon climbing up at sunset, you decide to just hang out for a few hours until it’s actually time for the fireworks. You talk and joke, and you and Ace carve your initials into one of the shingles. Laying against the shingles, he only carves an A, and you ask if you’ll ever find out what his last name is.

“Maybe when you take it.”

Those are the five words that change everything. He looks up from his knife, startled at his own words. You’re frozen in place as the sky finally reaches its full darkness. And the first boom grabs your attention. You look over in the direction of the beach, and see red sparkles in the sky. Turning back, Ace is sitting up now, both of you still shell-shocked at his joke. Was it a joke?

His knife is long gone, tucked safely in his pocket, and he grabs your face and kisses you. You kiss him back, obviously. He kisses you passionately, slowly but strongly, and fireworks erupt. Both metaphorically and literally. You both end up laying side by side on the roof, kissing and watching the fireworks. It’s the best night ever.

But it’s never made official. There’s still no blurted out confessions, and it never happens again. His eyes still dart to your lips when you speak to him, you still imagine his arms around your waist, and you both still stare longingly at the other whenever their back is turned.

Until August rolls around, a month filled with storms and fog. And death. Ryan Hudson and his goons pull up for dinner. You and Ace serve them when all the others bail, make jokes about insufferable rich people and stare at each other’s mouths, both trying to not get caught as you wish you could just have what you want.

Then the lights go out. Screaming outside from Nancy, and Tiffany Hudson is dead. You and Ace are pretty much free to go, alibis confirmed. The next day Nancy comes to you with evidence that Tiffany Hudson was killed by Lucy Sable. Dead Lucy. Oh god.

The case unfolds and you’re wrapped up in a supernatural mystery. All the while trying to figure out your very natural mystery. What the hell is going on between you and Ace? It’s normal but not, and you don’t want to lose him, but you can feel the drift starting. It’s so uncertain. For once in your life, nothing makes sense.

You cover well though. Burying your feelings is a lot easier than it should be, and you and Ace still joke and pull stupid shit all the time. George and Bess are tired of being caught in the crossfire of your pranks, Nancy would be, but the only time she’s actually noticed anything is when you shot her with a nerf gun because Ace dodged. Nick, the guy from the garage, makes his way into your crew, and takes immense amusement from you and Ace. It’s fine. Great, even.

Then in September, after Tiffany Hudson’s funeral, you go to the Claw to talk to Ace. But he’s beyond talking. He’s got his tongue in Laura Tandy’s throat. And you knew she was back in town, hell, that’s what pushed you to finally talk to Ace. Only you’re too late. You’ve wasted the summer, your summer, being afraid of losing him. Just to lose him anyways.

So you spend a miserable month pretending you’re fine and fake gagging every time him and Laura have their backs turned on you. You bitch to Bess, who’s all too keen on the drama. Nancy’s so wrapped up in the paranormal and her own love life that she’s barely bothered to notice that you’re drowning. George on the other hand... she’s supportive. Well as supportive as George can be. Mostly threatening Laura and saying she’ll fire Ace if you want her to. But you can’t do that. He may only be a dishwasher at the Claw, but he loves it. He loves being part of the team.

And then you walk in on Laura asking Ace to go to Paris with her. You nearly lose it, but manage to keep it together, hiding around the corner with a hand clamped over your mouth as tears threaten to finally spill free. When they’re out of sight, you call Bess, then George, then Nancy, all to no avail. And so you’re hyperventilating and alone, sitting on the front porch of the Claw when Nick swoops in to save you.

Of course it was Nick. The only one who doesn’t know about the whole mess with Ace. So he makes you explain and watches in horror as you refuse to let tears fall and successfully convince yourself to just not be sad. Over the next few days he turns into a brotherly figure, managing to help you realize that feelings are okay to have.

So the garage is your new hangout, and you don’t realize that Ace is actually missing you. Because the only one he wants to ask about going to France was you. Nick sends you back to work on the fourth day, you don’t want to go but he forces you. He says ‘mixing shitty Caesars is the best remedy for any amount of pain.’ It’s the first time he’d seen you laugh in a while. Actually, the first time you’d laughed in a while.

The first person you see when you walk in the diner, of course, was Ace. Sitting at the bar, staring into the wall’s soul. You manage a quiet ‘hey’, and when he turns to see you looking mostly back to normal, he nearly tackles you into a hug. He manages to restrain himself though, not sure what to do. You two never fight. Is this even a fight? How do you make up from a not-fight-fight? Instead he asks you to sit with him. You do, reluctantly, but only because he insists and you can never say no to him.

“Say the word and I’ll stay. Say you want me here and I won’t go.”

And there he goes, changing everything again. You freeze, just like on the Fourth of July, and stare at him in shock. This time though, he isn’t surprised, it’s just you who’s shell-shocked. It takes you a while to understand that he is actually saying what he’s saying, and you kind of just stare at him for a minute. Then you make your decision.

“I can’t tell you what to do. You need to make this call on your own.”

And then, you mix Caesars. And more Caesars, and more Caesars. The restaurant could be supplied for a week if it weren’t a festival day. You would’ve kept going, but what’s left in the bottom of the vodka bottle looked pretty delicious, so you down it instead. Still mostly sober, but tipsy enough to manage a smile, you patted George on the back and said goodbye before heading to the garage.

Nick makes you crash on his couch in the loft, and after a power nap and a glass of water you’re back to completely sober. Good as new. The only thing that’s missing is... your phone. You left it at the Claw earlier. Which means you have to go back. And probably see Ace again.

So back you go. You get the phone without running into anyone, but pause at the sound of voices in the dining area. Frozen in the kitchen, you watch as Ace tells Laura he’s staying. That he has a ‘purpose here. And a person.’ She tells him to miss her, which gives you mixed vibes, and leaves.

“Ace?”

“Jesus! Oh, Y/n! You’re-you’re here. Oh that’s great, you saw that. How much did you hear?”

“That you have a purpose here. And a person.”

A smile finally appears on your lips, and he reciprocates. You walk into the dining room, toward Ace. He watches your every move intently, as if he’s entranced with you. He is, because he hasn’t seen you smile since Laura came to town. And even though he’s been playing it happy, he’s been miserable. He loves Laura, he really does, but it’s more of the ‘maybe in another world’ kind of relationship.

You and Ace. That’s the ‘perfectly perfect, made for each other, soulmates, in any world’ type of relationship. Best friends to something more, with ups and down. Real. Not some whisk you off to Paris and live in a movie. Horseshoe Bay’s ugly, scary, haunted, real life.

Sitting on a barstool, back to the kitchen, you lean against the bar and look at Ace. You think about what to say. There’s so many things you could do. That you want to do.

Slap him.

Kiss him.

Throw him off the roof.

Hug him until he has to peel you off of him.

Throw a bottle at his head.

Jump into his arms, wrap your legs around his waist and stay there forever.

Stick Lucy on him to suck out his soul.

Kiss him until you run out of air.

Maybe you’ll say something instead. There’s lots of things you could say, but you’re not sure how many of them are true.

Did he really betray you by seeing Laura?

Are you grateful for this because you met Nick and gained a brother?

What would’ve happened if Laura never showed?

Are we still us?

Instead, you decide to go with something you know is the truth.

“I’m your person.”

And he smiles like he’s won the lottery.

Tags: @vexfulfun

[cali-holland]

Sacred New Beginnings- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Requested by @stahpppppp​ : Reader is a famous singer and she is friends with Zendaya. Based on Taylor Swift song “Cornelia Street” 🙂 Thank you!

Prompt: You fall in love with Tom on Cornelia Street

Word Count: 3100

Based On: Cornelia Street (and kinda I Think He Knows) by Taylor Swift

Warnings: sexual themes, probably swearing

A/N: Sorry it took so long to post this, I’ve had it finished for agesss

Masterlist   Tom Holland Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

~~~

“Come on, just a few drinks.” Zendaya nudged you, encouragingly, and you rolled your eyes at her. “Tom will be there.”

“Like that changes my answer.” You joked, hoping she didn’t catch the blush creeping on your cheeks. She did. “I need to finish writing for my album.”

“The bar will give you inspiration!” She insisted. “You’re coming!”

“Fine.” You huffed, not wanting to deal with her persistent nagging any longer.

She was your best friend, ever since you met at an awards show where the two of you both snuck in food in your bags and shared it with each other. You didn’t live in New York, you were renting a small townhouse in the city, seeking a new environment to finish writing your album. It happened to be that Zendaya was also in the city, filming for Spider-Man for a few weeks. 

While filming the last movie, you’d gone to visit her on set, and that’s where you met- and developed a school girl crush on, Tom Holland. He was dreamy, charming, handsome, and you had completely fallen for him over the course of those couple weeks you were in Georgia. Over the past couple years, you two had kept in contact via social media, but nothing too elaborate or special, and neither of you managed to see each other in person again. Until now, when you’d be seeing him for the first in a couple years and you just hoped it could take your mind off of your album.

You quickly got ready to go to the bar with Zendaya, who was already (because she showed up at your door, demanding you go after you ignored her texts). Once you were finally satisfied with your look for the night, you two left your place on Cornelia Street and got into a taxi, heading to the bar where you’d meet up with Tom and the rest of the cast.

“Do I look okay?” You asked, a hand subconsciously playing with your hair nervously until Zendaya lightly slapped it away.

“You look amazing, and by the way, I know for sure that Tom’s still single.” She said proudly.

“I didn’t even ask.” You replied, shaking your head at her in disbelief as the cab driver came to a stop in front of the bar.

“I’m just saying.” Your best friend shrugged innocently at you. You both shuffled your way out of the cab and hurried inside of the bar. Even though you’d only been outside for a minute, you already regretted not pairing your outfit with a jacket- the chill autumn air wasn’t your friend tonight.

“You all remember Y/N, right?” Zendaya smiled, pulling you up to the crowded table with her. Around the table, you recognized Tom, Jacob, and two others beside Tom- one you believed was Harrison (but you only briefly met him two years ago) and you were pretty sure the other was Tom’s brother, who you had never met.

“How could we forget?” Tom spoke up, smiling brightly at you. 

“Hey, everyone.” You greeted. Zendaya took one of the two open seats at the table, leaving the only open one between her and Tom. She smiled innocently at you. Before you even sat in your chair, you nodded your head back to the bar. “I’m gonna go grab a drink. Anyone want more?” With a chorus of yes’s coming from the group, Tom got up to accompany you over to the bar, insisting he could help you get all the drinks. After you two ordered the next round of drinks, he turned to you to start a conversation.

“How’s the album going?” Tom asked you, and you looked at him surprised, wondering how he knew that you were working on an album- you’d tried to keep it private. Seeing your shock, he explained, “Z said you were here for an album.”

“Oh yeah, came here for inspiration, but I’m slowly starting to lose it.” You sighed, feeling a little defeated. 

“What’s the album about? Is it like- what do they call it, a concept album?” He laughed, hoping he’d gotten the word right, and you nodded.

“I guess the concept I’ve been going for is a letter to love itself.” You said, “I know, it sounds cheesy, but-”

“No, it sounds great. I’m sure it’s going to be a killer album. Your music’s amazing, you’re really talented.” He reassured you as the bartender set the numerous drinks on a small tray in front of the two of you, but neither of you made any effort to move/

“Thank you. I just have two more songs left to write for this album.”

“Do you know what they’re about yet?”

“I have this idea from one of them.” You started and he nodded, encouraging you to continue. You laughed as you tried to think of the words, “It’s kind of a quiet confidence, but still cool and sexy- the feeling of that first feeling of attraction. I just can’t find the right lyrics for it yet.”

“Are lyrics normally hard for you to write?” Tom asked. You could tell that he was genuinely intrigued, even though you were worried you’d started to bore him with album talk. Tom took a sip of his drink as he waited for your response.

“Not really, which is why I’m so frustrated with these two songs.”

“Well,” He paused, “Why don’t you come up with a lyric about me? I mean, you said “that first feeling of attraction”, so-”

“Are you implying that I’m attracted to you?” You laughed, teasingly.

“Are you implying that you’re not?” He asked, leaning in closer to you.

“Fine.” You took a moment to look him up and down, your eyes landing on his hand holding onto his beer, before you looked him in the eyes, “I think he knows his hand around a cold glass makes me wanna know that body like it’s mine.”

“Were you two ever going to bring back our drinks?” Zendaya questioned, appearing behind the two of you, making both you and Tom jump back in surprise.

“We were just heading back.” Tom insisted, grabbing the tray of drinks, and you and Zendaya both quickly grabbed a couple glasses because all three of you knew Tom would absolutely not make it back to the table without spilling one of the many drinks. Once settled in back at the table, you quickly got out your phone and wrote down the line you’d said to Tom, feeling like it suited your song well.

After a few hours of laughing, drinking, and just catching up with the whole group, you all decided it was probably best to head out. Harry, Harrison, Jacob, and Zendaya all filled up one cab, and Tom stayed behind with you to catch a second one.

“Are you cold?” Tom asked as you shivered lightly, waiting for an empty taxi. Before you could even reply, he had taken off his jacket and put it around your shoulders.

“Then, you’re going to be cold.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, keeping him close to you, “I’m not going to have you get frostbite because you gave me your jacket.”

“It’s not even that cold out.” He shook his head at you in disbelief, but rested his hands on your waist, pulling you even closer to him. After a moment, he moved one of his hands to cup your chin and kissed you. It was a little sloppy and drunken, you could easily taste the beer on his lips, but it was still perfect to you. He pulled back and rested his forehead on yours, “We should go.”

“Yeah,” You let out a small sigh, stepping away from him to hail the next taxi.

“Where are you headed?” The driver asked as you two got into the cab. Tom said the name of his hotel, and the cab took off, beginning its journey.

“You know, I’m renting a place on Cornelia Street.” You said casually in the backseat beside Tom. Feeling the strength of the bar’s alcohol (mixed with the overwhelming attraction you felt for Tom), you hoped you weren’t too forward as you said, “You could stay there tonight, if you want to.”

“I’d love to.” Tom smiled. Relieved, you informed the cab driver of your address, telling him to scratch the previous instructions. Tom tentatively reached over to take your hand in his, making you smile at him.

The driver pulled up to your townhouse and you paid him quickly before basically stumbling out of the car with Tom, his hand still tightly holding yours. Once inside, you had barely gotten the front door closed when Tom kissed you, his hand dropping yours to wrap around your waist. It was hungry and passionate, and you never wanted it to end.

“Bedroom?” He mumbled, just barely bringing his lips off yours.

“Third floor.” You laughed lightly as he sighed. “Gotta get some good cardio in.”

“We seem to have a different idea of what good cardio is at this moment.” Tom joked. You kissed him again, before pulling away and grabbing his hand, leading him up to the master bedroom.

The next morning, you woke up with the all too familiar nauseating feeling of a hangover. Groaning, you snuggled deeper into your pillow, taking a moment to realize it was not a pillow and more of a warm, strong, bare chest. Though some details from last night were fuzzy, you definitely remembered bringing Tom home last night. The only thing currently separating you and Tom was the shirt of his you were wearing and his underwear that he was wearing. Listening to the sound of Tom’s steady heartbeat and the light rain outside, you never wanted to leave your bed.

“Good morning.” Tom said quietly. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders and his hand played softly with your hair as you shifted up from his chest to look at him.

“Good morning.” You replied, a drowsy smile on your lips.

“Are you hungover?” He asked with a little laugh as you brought a hand up to rub your temples.

“If that’s your way of complimenting my morning after look, it’s a really shitty way and I don’t recommend using that on any of your other hookups.” You joked.

“First of all, your morning after look is beautiful.” Tom stated, placing his free hand on your cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb, “Second of all, it was a question because I’m hungover. And lastly, who said this was a hookup? Do you want this to just be a hookup because I was going to ask you out?”

“You were going to ask me out?” You asked, a timid smile on your face and he nodded.

“I’ve been kicking myself for not doing it sooner.” He took your hand in his and pressed a small kiss to it, “So what do you say, wanna go out with me?”

“Yes,” You leaned over to kiss him. Pulling you away you both let out small laughs, “Morning breath and alcohol breath don’t mix.”

“They definitely don’t.” Tom laughed.

“Let’s get up. I’ll make breakfast.” You slid out of his embrace and the warm bed.

“Stealing my clothes already?” He asked, noticing you wore his shirt. Apparently he didn’t catch you putting it on last night, not like you really remembered that bit either.

“You’re not getting that jacket back anytime soon.” You teased.

“You can have the jacket, but I’ll need the shirt eventually. The media will already be all over me doing the walk of shame, they don’t need the added bonus of me doing shirtless.” He joked, and you ran a hand over his abs, smiling.

“Do you think anyone’s going to complain about seeing you shirtless?” You leaned up to kiss him again, before separating from him to go make breakfast. 

~~~

“He got my heartbeat skipping down 16th Avenue,” You started to play your guitar as you sang, reading over the lyrics you’d written, “Got that, oh! I mean wanna see what’s under that attitude. Like, I want you, bless my soul, I ain’t-” You paused, hearing the floorboards creaking. Tom was awake from his nap.

“Don’t stop on my account.” He said, coming into the makeshift studio.

“I gotta get this chorus worked out.” You set your guitar to the side, letting Tom come sit beside you on the couch.

“I’ve heard you go over the same five lines for an hour. You need a break.” He laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you so that the two of you were lying on the couch cuddling. It was times like these that made you really feel like you were in love with him, but it was all too soon to think like that, right? With the rain pouring down outside, it was serenely peaceful there in his arms.

“I didn’t mean to keep you up.”

“It’s alright.” He kissed you reassuringly. He hummed in content, “I never want this to end.”

“What?” You pulled away from him a little. “Who said anything about ending?”

“I just thought- I mean I’m only in New York for a couple more weeks, and you’re going back to LA soon.” Tom explained. You stood up from the couch with furrowed eyebrows.

“So what, when we leave here, you were just going to walk away?” You questioned and Tom jumped up from the couch, defensively.

“No, that’s not what-”

“You said you wanted to date me? But was I just a glorified hookup? A fling? God, you were leading me on!” You accused, feeling disgusted with yourself for distracting yourself with a fling. Tom tried to step towards you but you backed up and turned away, “Just, please, go. I need some time alone.”

You couldn’t bear to look at him as you spoke. You heard him sigh, but leave the room without another word, the floorboard creaking as he left. You held back your scared tears until you heard the front door open and close again. He left, just like you told him to, and yet you didn’t want him to be gone.

After a few minutes of solid crying, you decided you had to leave, too. You couldn’t spend another day on Cornelia Street. As you started to pack a few bags, your phone began to ring, and you groaned, seeing it was Zendaya. You and Tom hadn’t really told that many people, other than Z and the group from the bar- maybe that should’ve been your first sign he wanted it to be a fling. You didn’t know if he’d go to Zendaya, if he’d tell her what happened; after all, it had only been a hour since he left.

Picking up the phone, you decided to act like everything was okay, “Hey Z, what’s up?”

“Tell me you’re still at Cornelia Street.” She said as if it was urgent.

“I’m packing to leave, right now.” You told her, getting the sense that she knew about it all.

“Unpack those bags. You’re not leaving, not now.” She was using her maternal voice, which only came out when you were about to make a bad decision that she didn’t agree with.

“Z, did Tom talk to you?” You asked.

“Yes.” She replied and you sighed.

“Then you know why I have to leave.”

“No, I know why you have to stay.” She insisted, sincerity rich in her voice, “Y/N, it wasn’t just a fling to Tom. Just, hear him out.”

“What-” Before you could get your question all the way out, there was a ring at your doorbell.

“Sounds like someone’s outside. I gotta go.” Zendaya said quickly before hanging up the phone.

You already knew it was Tom on the other side of the door, given by her reaction and the fact that no one’s ever rang the doorbell since you’ve rented that townhouse. Making your way downstairs, you tentatively rested your hand on the doorknob. When you opened the door, Tom stood there nervously on the other side, hair a little wet from the rain earlier with a box of chocolates in his hand.

“Apology chocolates?” He offered with a small smile. You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing, opening the door wider to let him come inside.

“Let’s go to the terrace.” You said, taking his hand and leading him up the stairs, just as you had done the first time he entered your townhouse. Once on the roof, you both sat on the patio couch, having a nice view of the New York sunset with a few rain clouds fading away.

“When I said I didn’t want this to end, I meant I didn’t want us to end because Cornelia Street ends.” Tom started, setting aside the chocolates to take your hands in his, “Because I’ll go back to London or wherever I’m filming and you’ll go back to LA or wherever you’re touring. I didn’t want us to be over when we both leave Cornelia Street. This townhouse right here is our safe haven. I’m showing my hand right now, I love you.”

“We’ll make it work long distance because I don’t know what I’ll do if it doesn’t. I love you, too.” You smiled, leaning over on the couch to kiss him. Tom shivered a little into the kiss and you were surprised by how unusually cold his lips were. “Oh my god, you’re freezing.”

“Yeah, the terrace probably wasn’t a good idea.” He laughed.

“C’mon, let’s run a bath then and get you warmed up.” You stood from the couch and grabbed his hand. He picked up the box of chocolates and followed you to the master bathroom. Once you drew the bath, Tom slid in first with the chocolates open on the ledge beside him. Just before you got in, you paused and ran back to the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” Tom called after you. You came into the room a moment later with your notebook and a pen.

“I have lyrics. I need to write them.” You said, tapping your forehead with the pen, before sliding into the bath with your back pressed against his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“What’s this one about?”

“Cornelia Street”.” You smiled, writing out the chorus.

‘I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends, 

I’d never walk Cornelia Street again,

That’s the kind of heartbreak time could never mend,

I’d never walk Cornelia Street again,

And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name,

And baby, I’m so terrified of if you ever walk away,

I’d never walk Cornelia Street again,

I’d never walk Cornelia Street again…’

[someone-whos-nice]

original vs edited gifset challenge

First of all, this was fun! @fifilallemantdemaury thank you SO SO much again for tagging me and thinking of me, i’m beyond grateful :’) Second of all, did I just use memes for this challenge? Yes I did, no regrets lmao

Left - cropped and adjusted speed, right - “colored” and sharpened. You might not believe me if I say that it’s not just exposition I added, but you gotta. I usually go very subtle with coloring, because 1. I like it that way, 2. I might overdo it, 3. the quality might go sideways, so that’s why I chose not to add color here too (though technically there are colors added).

About my process: I use ps and ps only, but I will probably try out different techniques too. I don’t use any PSDs neither do i use one particular speed bc I’m chaotic and playful lol. + among all the basic struggles I always draft the new gifset and go check it from the app, sometimes they are too dark on the phone or just of really shitty quality, so i then try my best to fix it.

P.S. In my defense - I’m giffing for like 2 months and I’m terrible with coloring in general (I’m good with identifying shades but when it comes to compatibility…)

I’m tagging @musicofsilentkisses @robronsuggle @loca-over-luca @dana-song (don’t get surprised I see you on my dash a lot 😅, sorry if you were already tagged and no pressure!✨)

also a little PSA for bebies who followed me here because of skam, you might consider following my sideblog @artsyeliott instead (or both that’s up to you), I now post my edits there and I’m a little more active there in general, meow 💛 

[quiche-pocket]

Mads and the Burger Girl

So while I’m waiting for the train I wrote some Mads! This part is pretty tame and is likely shitty, but there is a second... less tame part, if anyone is interested in where else this goes I can post the NSFW bit!

Gif belongs to @allvikingsfanfic

It started with that damn burger. He came in every day after work and got a burger with fried onions and fries. After working at the diner for so long even the smell of the grease and food made you sick, much less watching someone eat it. But the way his eyes slid closed with every bite and he licked the juices off his lips and sucked his fingers did strange things to you. It was like him eating was hardwired to your sex and with every bite, every moan, every glimpse of his pursed lips and long tongue you were ready to lay yourself out on that table before him instead.

“Hi?”

You jerked and pulled yourself out of the latest dirty fantasy and looked up into intense green eyes. You’d never noticed how fierce they seemed even though he was normally so happy and bouncy. Realizing you still hadn’t responded and were staring at him you smiled sheepishly.

“Hi. What can I get you?”

“Another Coke.” You nodded and turned back to dispense the drink, your hands were shaking slightly when you handed it back. What was this kid doing to you?

“Thanks,” he said and stood there looking in your eyes. “You okay?” You nodded but still didn’t say anything and he grinned. “You sure? You look like you saw a ghost and you’re shaking.” He reached out and touched your hand that was, in fact, still shaking.

“Oh, it’s been a long shift. I’m due for a break, just have to wait for my relief to get here.” He cocked his head and nodded with that grin still in place. Dropping his money in your hand with a small wave he turned back to his table where the older man was sitting talking on the phone.

You tried to get back to work, wiping down the counter and checking the condiment levels. Every few moments you would hear him laugh or a movement would catch your eye. It seemed, though, that when you would glance that way he was looking your way more than before. You would blush and stumble and generally look like a fool every time but he would just grin.

Eventually you did get your break and immediately grabbed your coat and went to the alley behind the kitchen to smoke a couple of cigarettes before heading back in to finish up. You leaned against the grimy wall and cupped your hand around the flame to block the wind, letting your eyes close as you took in the much needed nicotine.

“Hi?” You heard that voice again, sounding like a question. Like he didn’t want to interrupt. You almost dropped the cigarette in your hurry to look towards the darkened back of the alley.

“Hi. What are you doing out here? You were just inside.”

“I saw you come out and wanted to see if your hands had stopped shaking.” The grin this time was almost shy as he ducked his head to light his own cigarette.

“They’re better now. This is helping.” You stood there together listening to the cars on the nearby streets. “Where’s your friend?”

“Hmm?” He was leaning on the wall next to you and rolled his neck your way.

“Umm. Your friend? The man you were eating with?”

“Oh! Oh he had a job.” He put the pad of his thumb in his mouth and you got distracted by the way his lips puckered and how perfect those hands were. “How long do you work?” He asked and turned towards you, angling his face to blow the smoke towards the sky.

“I’m off at 9.”

“Hmmm.” You looked over at him waiting for him to say more but he just smiled and took one last long drag before stamping the cherry under his heavy boot. “You don’t say much, do you, doll?” You jerked your head around at the name.

“That’s not true.”

He looked at you expectantly.

“I mean, sometimes I talk so much that people tell me to stop?” You laughed at yourself. “What do you want me to say?”

“Let’s start with what are you up to after your shift is done?”

“Go home and wash all the grease smell out of my hair.”

“Did you really just tell me you’re going home to wash your hair?” He laughed loudly and reached out to tuck a strand of said hair behind your ear. You grinned.

“Maybe? Is there a better offer?” You lowered your eyes, not sure where the boldness came from.

“Yeah. Come out with me. Some friends are having a party.”

“Some friends, huh?” You tossed your cigarette and pulled out another. Before you could even get it to your lips, he was cupping his lighter and holding it out to light it for you.

“Yep. It’s small. Quiet. You won’t have to talk much. Just come have a drink.”

You took a long drag and looked down the alley at the street. Were you really about to agree to go to a party with this guy? He may be chipper and sweet when he’s at the diner, but you know the people he hangs out with and none of them are ones you want to be around.

“I don’t know. Do you even know my name?”

“Of course,” he said your name and flicked your nametag and you laughed. “Okay, no party. Just come with me. We can go down to the docks, have a drink. My friend I was with has a boat but he won’t be there until late. He’s got a great sound system.”

“Why do you want me to come?”

“You’re cute, why else?” You ducked your head again and he reached out and lifted your chin with a finger. “I like seeing you blush. I want to see how far it goes.” Your eyes widened, but you couldn’t deny the warmth building in your gut and the thought that you wanted him to see also.

“You’re wild,” you giggled before you could stop yourself.

“That’s not a no. I’ll be here at 9 to pick you up.” Before you could respond he pulled you close and kissed you then stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked backwards out of the alley, watching you and smirking the whole time.

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The rest of the shift flew by, your mind was not on your work at all. You kept thinking back to those dancing eyes and that teasing smile. The feel of his lips on yours, short as it was, was enough to distract you from everything. By 9, you were nearly vibrating with nerves. You thought he might come inside to collect you, but by the time you had passed off to the overnight waitress, he was nowhere to be seen. Trying not to be disappointed, you grabbed your coat from your locker and headed outside.

“I thought you might have skipped out another door and left me hanging,” he called to you as you stepped out into the alley. You looked up and saw him leaning against the door of a beat up black car ever-present energy drink in one hand and cigarette in the other.

“Thought you’d at least come inside.” You said as you pulled out your own cigarette and walked that way. He was watching you with hooded eyes and you took slow steps to not look too eager.

“Next time, doll. I’ll pick you up like a real date, hmm?” He snickered and opened the passenger door, bowing low and sweeping his arm. You rolled your eyes and pushed him out of the way before getting in. When you reached for your seatbelt, he grabbed your hand and leaned close. You could smell the cigarette smoke on his warm breath and pressed further back in the seat trying not to let your nerves show. Taking your chin in one hand and lifting your hand to his mouth you sighed.

“Mads,” you breathed out and he turned sharp eyes to you.

“You know my name, too.” It wasn’t a question and his voice took on a growl. “You’ve been watching me, hmm? How long have you been wanting this to happen where I took notice of you?”

“Don’t get cocky, you come in every day of course I have learned your name by now. Where are we going anyways, you said the docks?” You looked as nonchalant as you could and he pulled back and stood to his full height. With a smirk he tapped your cheek and closed your door. Walking around to the front and tossing his cigarette butt towards the alley before climbing in the driver’s seat.

“We are going to the docks. CC has a boat he said I can use for the night. He’s going to his lady’s house. You going to stay with me?”

“I’ll have a drink, yes. Then we can see.” You kept staring straight ahead, afraid to give him any more than you already had. You wanted your own edge of mystery like he always seemed to have. Mads kept glancing at you as he drove toward the water and you watched him out of the corner of your eye. Before long he was chuckling to himself, finding your focus amusing.

He turned music on and brushed your knee with his fingers every time he shifted gears. The car was old, but he drove it well and you were at the water before you expected. He parked in front of a small speed boat that appeared to have a cabin below the deck. Nothing fancy, but private and off the radar. Your heart beat a bit faster thinking how insane you must be.

“Come on, doll, I promise it’s nicer than it looks inside.” Mads hopped out, already lighting another cigarette and you followed suit. The nicotine did less to settle your nerves than the motions of smoking did.

He hopped up on the boat and reached out for your hand to help you up from the dock. You felt a shiver run through your arm and pulled your hand away as soon as you were on board. Taking a deep breath for courage you walked around the deck, peering over the edge into the water but also checking to make sure that no one else was hiding on the boat. Once you were satisfied you wandered over to the steps leading below deck. With a glance over your shoulder at him, you flipped your hair and started down. You heard him clap his hands once and then hurried footsteps were thundering down the steps after you.

[washyourdamnhands]

Boom! Skjei | CAR vs DAL 4.4.21

[thekrazykeke]

Title: Mad, Mad World

Fandom(s): Black Panther, MCU

Relationship(s): Sam Wilson & reader. T’Challa x reader.

Summary: Sometimes when you’re in a dark place, you think you’ve been buried, but truthfully, you’ve only been planted.

Warning(s): Captain America Civil War spoilers, angst

Now that I’ve gotten a taste of soulmate au’s, I’m hooked tbh. This story was inspired by what my Dimples, @lovelylittlekittn, told me about her day and also, this post. The Ryan Destiny gifs come from @kbunburyhelps like usual, seriously, check out her blog.

Naturally, if you like what you’ve read, give it a like or reblog. 

Without further ado, let’s goooo!

~

Bzz-bzz-bzz!

You desperately wanted to ignore your cellphone, which had not stopped it’s incessant buzzing but as a light sleeper and someone who’d been suffering from insomnia for the past few days, that’s impossible. Grumbling heatedly underneath your breath, blindly reaching out for the device with your left hand, eyes still partially closed as you’re so tired... 

The cellphone is knocked off the bedside dresser and lands on the plush carpet. 

Letting out a frustrated huff, you lean over the side of the comfortable bed to snag the device, which much to your irritation, still hadn’t stopped buzzing. Ripping off the eye mask, you quickly entered the numerical code to the phone and answered the call. 

“Hello!?” 

You listened to the person on the other end, tone shifting from aggressive and angry to something more...polite. “Sir, it’s...No, I haven’t watched the news recently.” Rolling your eyes, you paused, listening to what’s said next, lips pursed. “...I see. No. It’s not an inconvenience at all, sir. I’ll be there. See you soon, sir.” Pressing the ‘End Call’ button, you lean back against the pillows, touching the silk black bonnet on your head, thankfully it hadn’t come off while you were dozing. “I better see a nice, fat bonus on that next check or a raise or somethin’. Tryna work a bitch like a modern day slave and shit...” Throwing the covers and sheets off of your body, you swung your legs over the side. “Got me fucked up. Just fucked up! He knows good and damned well it’s my day off.” Still complaining bitterly, you toss the eye mask onto the bedside dresser before sluggishly half walking, half stumbling, towards the bathroom. 

Once inside, you shiver as the chill that permeates the room washes over you. Goosebumps pepper your beautiful, brown skin as you quickly strip out of your night clothes and turn the knobs for the hot and cold water for a shower, then step inside. For a few seconds, you let the warm, borderline scalding, water, sluice over you, then began to quickly go about completing your daily hygienic routine. 

After showering, brushing your teeth, and toweling dry, you re-enter the bedroom, towel wrapped around your waist as you opened the closet door. You’re on a timed schedule, so you shove aside the pre-planned weekend outfits for the more conventional and convenient work uniform; a pretty white blouse, black dress pants and comfortable dress shoes. Sighing near silently, you mentally wave farewell to those grand plans of yours. Placing the uniform over the back of a chair, you sit down on the bed again after grabbing some necessary items to complete the morning routine. Then when you’ve moisturized, put on some deodorant and slipped into the uniform, you run a hand down the front of your outfit, smoothing away any imaginary wrinkles.

‘Yaaas, I look amazing, as always.’ From the tips of your hair to the soles of your feet, you were that boss bitch and endeavored to show it off everyday of your life. Cellphone buzzing again, you rolled your eyes as you snagged your purse and car keys, closing the bedroom door on the way out. 

Tapping the code to unlock the device, you absently admitted that while you loved your job, you weren’t going to hop, skip, and jump. The link that’d been sent to your phone gave details about the Winter Soldier having blown up a building in Vienna, several people had been injured, even more dead, among them being the late King of Wakanda, T’Chaka. 

You picked up the pace.

~

“This is Y/N Wilson’s desk. Excellent at her job, she demands that same thoroughness of her subordinates. We probably wouldn’t have even caught actual footage of the Soldier without one of her people being on the late shift.” Ross stated, leaning against the mahogany desk.

“You’ve been singing her praises since we got here.” Sam pointed out, ignoring how Steve told him to relax wordlessly. “I’m just saying, the curiosity is killing me.” 

“It’s the same for me, actually.” he paused. “Is Wilson here or not, Agent Ross?” Steve asked, trying to keep the accusing note out of his voice. The agent opened his mouth, about to bluster some more, when the door opened. 

“Present and accounted for.” 

Sam maintained his professional countenance but only just barely. 

Steve wasn’t faring any better. 

You ignored them both, merely swept your gaze to your boss, “Some files needed my signature, a few boxes with paper files needed updating to digital form as well. Apologies for my tardiness.” That had always been your go-to excuse and Ross rolled with it, nodding along, though you were sure you’d be reamed out later. Snapping your fingers together, you pointed at Steve, “Gotta admit, I love the way you work, big fella.”

A little crease formed as his brows furrowed. “Excuse me?”

“The way you and Barnes were just throwing the German Special Forces around like ragdolls. Whew! Jee-sus. Talk about strong. My favorite part is when Barnes picked up a cement block and threw it into the agent’s chest. I hear that poor shmuck’s still in surgery.”

Realization dawned on Sam’s face and he sighed, “Body cams.”

“Bucky was anxious. He didn’t mean...I didn’t mean...”

“To hurt anyone?” Brows raising, you smiled blandly. “Yes, I can understand that. You probably didn’t even think twice except for eliminating the threat to your other half.” 

In every textbook, in all the tragic romances of all time, the love between Captain America and Sgt. Barnes continued to sell the most, besides Romeo and Juliet. Teachers loved to use their SoulBond as an example of what true love should look like. Personally you thought it was bullshit, but hey, what did you know?

“However, it’s a flimsy defense that will get torn to shreds in court, so I’d suggest getting a damn good lawyer and not doing anything else to escalate this shitty situation. Your reputation as the revered all American national hero grants you some leeway, Barnes doesn’t have that luxury. So just sit back and let us do our job. Do you understand?” Steve didn’t reply and you frown. “I said, do you understand?”

Sam spoke up. “Hey. Ease up, alright?”

You gave him the evil eye. “Don’t worry. You and I, we’ve got a lot to discuss too.” He grimaced and you glanced back at the silent super soldier. “I just want to ensure that we’re all on the same page.”

Steve nodded, fist propped underneath his chin. “We’re on the same page.”

Nodding sharply to Ross and Rogers, you crook your fingers, beckoning Sam to follow as you turn, opening the door to leave, “Let’s talk in private.”

Private turned out to be a small, empty conference room that doubled as storage space. You’d barely closed and locked the door before Sam was blowing up at you. “What the hell was up with that interrogation in there? The way you talked to Cap, like you didn’t even know him? Like I haven’t invited him to Ma’s for dinner with the rest of the family?”

“Let me see if I have this straight. You’re chastising me for doing my job?” You raised your eyebrows, mouth pulled into an unamused smile. “Boy, check yaself. Don’t make me get out of character up in here, Sammy.”

His shoulders raised defensively. “Don’t call me that stupid nickname!”

“I’m not going to cut corners for Steve because you’re friends with him. Hell, I refuse to cut corners with you and you’re,” Voice lowering, even though the door is closed and locked, “My brother.” Tone raising back to a normal level, you continue on to say, “As it is, the Avengers have fallen out of public favor ever since the Ultron debacle and what happened in Sokovia. Then what happened in Lagos?” You snorted derisively. “Let’s just say that y’all skatin’ on some very thin ice. Keep following after Steve and someone is gonna end up clipping your wings.”

Sam crossed his arms over his chest, his disapproving frown would have stung any other time, but you couldn’t, wouldn’t, be swayed. “So, from your tone, I can assume that you’re pro-Accords.”

“The Accords, yeah. The politics, not exactly. I also think that things should be made harder for villains, and...” Sam had turned away from you and was about to walk out the door. “Is you forreal right now? You ‘bout to walk out and we ain’t done talking?”

He glanced back at you briefly. “It’s better I walk away now before I say something hurtful.”

“Sammy...” he shook his head, half out the door. “Sam.” You made an aborted move to follow but the way he gently closed the door was telling. Sam wasn’t one for dramatic or explosive fits of anger. 

He was a pro at silently expressed disappointment. 

Sucking in a fortifying breath, you fanned your face, blinking back sudden tears. ‘This is your workplace, damn it. Get it together.’ Counting to thirty, you manage to mentally get yourself in check, or at least enough to fake it to your colleagues if necessary. Straightening your spine, you exit the conference room, taking a turn to the left, only to bump into someone. When you glance up, it’s...

“I am so sorry! Oh, your coffee. Sorry again.” You’d accidentally knocked his coffee out of his hand. “Let me get you another.”

He held his hands up in a ‘calm down’ gesture. “That is unnecessary. It is fine.” The son of the late Wakandan king, T’Challa, shrugged. “In truth, it was horrible and I was looking for the excuse to throw it away.” 

You did a double take. “Wait, what?” He adopted a neutral expression. “What?” Feeling onto a hunch, you cautiously stated, “The coffee’s great here.”

“I imagine that sewer water would be far more appetizing.”

That startled a laugh out of you, even as realization slowly dawned. Pulse spiking with sudden anxiety, it’s hard to maintain eye contact now. Fingers brushed underneath your chin, encouraging you to look up and reluctantly, you obeyed. 

“Please. Don’t look away from me.”

Everything is suddenly too much, too quickly, too intense. “I...I can’t do this.” You feel on the verge of a panic attack as you stumble away from the royal. Shaking your head, mumbling under your breath, you do the hardest thing you’ve ever done in your life.

You walk away from your soulmate. (He’s royalty! He’s minemineminemine. Oh God, this is so fucked up. Soulmates can’t lie to each other, which means--)

And he lets you.

[koganphrancis]

And Now Shameless Slanders The Littlest Milkovich?  FUCK YOU

My recap of Season H8 Episode H8

They really had Vee refer to Yevgeny as a “little psychopath”, just to retcon every decent Milkovich that ever was.  Completely unnecessary and untrue, and WHERE THE FUCK IS IAN, WHY ISN’T HE IN THIS KID’S LIFE ANYMORE, HE STATED FLAT OUT HE LOVED YEVGENY.  Thank goodness there’s a gif of a Henckel flipping the bird to help me through this trying time.

I’ll try to temper my bitterness for the rest of this, but I make no guarantees.  

That horrific remark about an innocent child aside, this episode had little to get me riled up over-it was one of the most boring episodes they’ve ever done-every week they seem to outdo themselves on that front.  

This piece of shit-pardon me-episode was written by day-to-day showrunner Nancy Pimental and it was either her lame attempt at trying to win Macy that Emmy OR her purposely sabotaging him, because his storyline was the longest and most painfully unfunny this week.  

Also it was directed by Emmy Rossum and she gave herself a shit ton of close ups which I suppose is her prerogative and heaven knows the writer didn’t give her much story to shoot.  

This week opens with the dog Rusty staring at a still in bed Fiona and kicks off the aforementioned close ups.  I still want that dog to be explained-the law isn’t “dogs that have eaten human flesh must be destroyed-unless someone’s willing to take a chance on rescuing them”.  Why is there zero fucking research on this show?

Meanwhile, Franny’s screaming but Debs is too busy in the bathroom taking a half dozen pregnancy tests and acting like the world owes her something-that will be her theme throughout the episode, as it has been for the past few seasons. 

Nancy tries to capture some of that “all the Gallaghers in one place at one time” magic by having everyone crowd around the bathroom and giving Ian his first spoiled toddler line of the ep, “Guess I won’t shower today-gonna get filthy anyway cleaning that shitty building my sister found for homeless kids.”  Whatever that meaningful moment on Ian’s bed was last episode is being forgotten or ignored by this dumbass show.  Will it ever be revisited?  Who knows. 

Lip, who this season is like Mrs. Kravitz on Bewitched and seems to have this compelling need to insert himself into other people’s drama while ignoring his own, volunteers to take Debbie to Planned Parenthood where she again acts like a total bitch who needs a reality check, and where Lip just happens to be there to see Charlie (Snore’s ex) walk in with a very pregnant woman.  Such fortuitous timing!

There’s a gross scene of Carl peeing into a toilet between Kassidi’s legs as she sits on the back of the toilet-good god, Nancy, is that what you think the kids are into these days?  All I’m gonna say about Kassidi is that she’s exactly like Sammi only younger and even more charmless.  Whoever the fuck thought the show needed that vibe back needs to be fired.  And I get that Carl is supposed to be thinking with his self-inflicted deformed dick, but, really?  After seeing his father and Monica over the years, plus living with Sammi for a bit, he wouldn’t know enough to run from that type of chick?

Frank has this totally convoluted “only on Shameless” business venture going where he’s going to smuggle immigrants who feel unsafe in the USA over the Canadian border and bring back his car loaded with prescription drugs.  Sure, Frank.  Anyway, the only scene of note in the many long and boring scenes he got this week is when he’s listing talented Canadians-and when he DOESN’T say “Noel Fisher” we all hear it anyway and laugh at this lame show for letting all that talent go.  Assholes.  

Instead of recycling Mickey’s shirts this week, the show does something even more stupid: they use the VFW hall where Mickey got married as the new youth shelter AND they use the basement where Mickey and Ian banged before his wedding as the food bank Debbie goes to!  Okay, Cam, I gotta say, that’s a version of audacious-reminding us of those classic Mickey moments the show can’t come close to having using any of the characters they’ve kept on.  

Speaking of Mickey (not that the show ever does), Nancy tries to recreate some of that old Mickey magic with having Terror call Ian a “Negative Nellie” when he bitches some more about the new youth shelter.  Pinning nicknames on Ian is a Mickey thing only-why are they constantly reminding us of the gaping holes that losing Noel has left?

Anyway, here’s how Nancy tried to bring some shit talking South Side back into the show: Ian: This place is a dump. Terror (to Geneva): Don’t listen to Negative Nellie he’s still mad about the church. I: (sarcastic) Ye-ah, cuz you got pity fucked by my sister with this building. T: (imitates Ian) Ye-ah-and she was really good.

Side note-can you imagine Ian ever trying to joke with Mickey about him fucking his sister?  Sheesh.

I: I bet-she’s great at getting what she wants and screwing everybody else.

WTF?  Has Nancy ever seen the show?  Fiona always winds up screwing herself over.  I’m not a huge fan of Fiona’s big sister act, but even I can admit she sacrificed a lot for her younger siblings and never did things to screw them while advancing herself.  The thing Ian should be mad about is Fiona’s comments about Mickey-and even then she didn’t screw Mickey or Ian, she just said some stupid shit that Ian didn’t have to listen to.

Anyway, Geneva tells Ian and Terror about the gay conversion church, so now I know taking on organized religion wasn’t what Ian referred to as “larger concerns”.  One of the youths tried to commit suicide after being subjected to it, so Ian and Terror go visit him and the kid holds up his bandaged wrists and asks if they like his hot wristbands and even though it’s canon that Ian witnessed his mother moments after she slit her wrists and Terror spent his prom night in an emergency room because he slit his, neither of them bat an eye or react in any way to the kid’s injuries.  

Emmy throws in a way too long scene of Fiona dancing around in her underwear (after more way too long Frank scenes).  Again it amazes me how this show just recycles the same shit over and over-anyone remember Fiona’s happy dance in the church she went to check out for her and Sean to get married in?  

Ford catches her in the act and entices her to go out and look at Chicago architecture with him-I want the jobs that either of them have where they have all the free time in the world to lollygag.  And why is the show wasting all this time on all this crap in one episode?  Paint drying on those historic buildings would’ve been more interesting to watch than this hour of television.  

At the end of their tour, Ford shows her the inside of a house he’s working on (all by himself, apparently, I guess he doesn’t work with a crew) and asks her to lie down on an improbably placed mattress and she’s a tad hesitant at first, but when she does it, he points out art on the ceiling to her.  She’s impressed with its beauty and then starts making out with Ford in a total recreation of Ian with Faileb and thinking that guys who show any bit of interest in them as people must want to fuck them.  It was stupid with Faileb, it’s stupid with Ford.  

There’s a scene somewhere along the line with Kev and Vee that’s bordering on spousal abuse-I really wish they’d end this “Kev grows some balls” idea immediately. "Big neanderthal man” is not a thinking person’s idea of an ideal partner.  

Ugh, now for more of the Ian crap.  He goes home and asks if they have a Bible laying around.  He finds one, and the next day-THE VERY NEXT DAY-he and Terror go to the gay conversion church and Ian gets into a Bible quoting match with the pastor/minister/whatever he is.  I’m sure Cam was hard as a rock thinking he was coming off like Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction, but the movie character I was thinking of was Rain Man-how else could he have memorized several Bible passages overnight unless he’s some sort of idiot savant?  

Terror is basically an Ian accessory in the scene-a backpack or a briefcase or a Trapper Keeper, holding Ian’s Bible for him until he needs it.  And the whole, “We’ll probably be banging again soon” right after Terror calls himself Ian’s ex was stupid-not funny or sexy, which I bet was what good old Nancy was going for. 

Cut to a scene of Snore getting a bit of a story thread that they probably originally kicked around for Mandy, and she has the triggering line that she’ll “run away to Mexico” if her father is released from prison.  Sure, Snore, whatever.  

Then there’s the scene where Kev is trying out his domineering dick act for the second time this ep on Svetlana, and Vee gets turned on and hands Yev over to Svetlana calling him that P word.  Fuck you, bitch.  I hope Svetlana is scheming to fuck Kev and Vee over big time-they have a scene where it looks like Svet’s doing that, but with this show, who knows if it’ll be alluded to again?

In the time it took Ian and Terror and the refugees from the gay conversion church to walk to the youth shelter, a video a person recorded at the church on her phone has been uploaded to You Tube and Geneva tells Ian it has a thousand hits already-cuz, yeah, Nance, that’s how the You Tube works.  Homeless kids working to clean up a dilapidated building have their iPhones turned on to get alerts whenever a video that has anything to do with gays gets posted to YT and they all drop everything and watch it.  

The only other thing I want to mention is the preview for next week-they show a quick clip of Ian and Terror pulling their shirts off that’s a ripoff of Mickey and Ian’s first time, a shot of Ian watching Terror asleep next to him in his bed where he’s awkwardly as fuck touching his face, and then a clip of Ian saying, “Kinda nice-us being a thing again.”  (WHAT HAPPENED TO GET OFF MY PORCH, DICK????  But I digress.)  Terror answers, “Jury’s still out.”  Well, if by jury he means FANS, we handed down our verdict a long time ago.  

I wonder if the show is trying to set up them finding their way to be a “true” couple (GAG), and then “tragedy” will strike and pull them apart when Ian gets arrested and they think  it’ll be poignant and painful for the fans, when actually we’ll be cheering and yelling, “Throw Ian in prison for 15 years, bitches!  Throw away the key and don’t have anyone visit!  Have Terror say it’s too painful for him to see him behind glass like that!!!!”  

But then again, this show is so inconsistent maybe that’s not where they’re headed at all.  Maybe they just think Ian needs the chase to stay interested, and for some misguided reason the writers think that’s what the fans want to see.  

We really, really don’t, though.  

And I can’t say it enough: Fuck this show for that line about little Yev.  It seemed like another very deliberate slap to the face of Mickey Milkovich fans everywhere.  

[annakie]

YOU NEED A DASHCAM

All of the above gifs are made from footage taken on my dashcam the last three weeks.  

A dashcam is a small camera which affixes to the windshield of your car and records while you drive.  Typically, the dashcam will record what’s in front of you, (or behind you, if you affix onto your rear window) but there are some that have a reverse camera that records inside the car as well.

Let’s face it -- people suck a driving.  Everyone does.  We all make stupid decisions but most of the time we’re lucky and someone else is paying attention enough to avoid you, or no one was around to see it.  Lately, you see people driving with their nose stuck on the phone and not with their eyes on the road.  It’s an epidemic.

First of all, if you use your phone while driving, let me say this with sincerity, stop it.  I’m not talking about navigating with Waze with your phone in a cell phone holder so you’re not touching it.  If you talk or especially have your phone in your hand pushing buttons, fucking stop it.  You’re putting your life and other people’s lives at risk.  You’re not “used to it” or “better than everyone”.  You’re an accident waiting to happen.  You’re smarter and know better than that.  

In so, so many accidents, it’s what person 1 said vs what person 2 said.  To help protect yourself against shitty drivers getting away with what they did to you, get a dashcam.   If there’s video footage of the incident, there’s no question of what happened most of the time.  Not all insurance carriers will always accept your dashcam footage, but they do a lot of the time.  And it could also protect you if your accident goes to court.

(That said, if you’re a shitty driver, your footage could also be used against you.  So, drive better.  And be aware that there’s a good chance that at any time you could be recorded, so there’s extra incentive to put down your phone and watch the road.)

If you have a dashcam, you can also catch other people being shitty drivers, and use that to not only remind yourself what not to do, but possibly also help out someone else if you witness an accident.  Your dashcam footage could help an innocent driver get out of any dispute.  You can also, say, take that footage and put it on Youtube, or make gifs of it to illustrate a point. ;)

I have this dashcam.  It’s $60, plus a 32 gig micro SD card.  In the heat of summer, it’s good to have one with a capacitor, not a battery, as the battery will easily ruin in the hot oven of your car.  I just have mine plugged into the cigarette outlet of the car.  You can also wire them right into your car’s power system if you know how.  Mine’s a couple of years old now, there’s newer, better ones on the market. I suggest doing some research and finding one that’s good for you.   The Dashcam Subreddit is a good place to start.

I’ve taken to watching some car crash compilation videos to help me recognize and hone my accident sensing skills.  There are channels that compile (with permission usually) other people’s non-fatal accidents and near misses.  Seeing what other people did wrong can help you avoid doing those things in the future.  Here’s one that I enjoy that is usually ethical with their video sourcing.  I also enjoy Dallas Dashcammer, not only because he’s local to me but his commentary can be great.

Under the cut, I’ll discuss each of the gifs above and why I saved those bits to post here.  (You may want to open in a new tab to not have to scroll.)

(Here’s where to pick up after the cut)

I should note that the fisheye lens of the camera does two things, 1) makes it look like you’re going a bit faster than you were and 2) makes things look farther away than they were.

ALL of the above gifs were made from video I saved off my dashcam in the last three weeks.  Three weeks.  And guys, I drive to work when rush-hour has started to die down, and drive home a different route that’s mostly on side streets to avoid people and traffic.  And I still see crazy, dumb things all the time.

Here’s some of it.

1) Guy in white car pulls out right in front of me and comes within about 2 feet of hitting me (fisheye effect makes it look a bit farther.)  Both the car next to me and I laid on our horns.  If he had hit me, the accident could have been very he-said-she-said if no one had stopped to bear witness and I didn’t have a camera.  (He likely would have claimed I rear-ended him out of nowhere, or merged into his lane.) If I hadn’t seen him and breaked ahead of time, he would have hit me.  Oh, then he was on his phone through the left-turn that we were both making right ahead, and I had to honk at him for him to go.  

2) Kid runs out in front of me, then stops in the street.  I was going around a corner, as you can tell.  Luckily, I was completely paying attention to the road, wasn’t speeding and had enough time to respond.  If I hadn’t been paying attention / had been going faster, this could have been a bad scene.  If he HAD ran out in front me and gotten hit while I was driving safely, though, the cam could help me prove in court that the accident wasn’t my fault.

3 & 4)  This one is two gifs.  Either the white van pulled out in front of the Lexus when he didn’t have right-of-way, or the Lexus ran a red light and nearly ran into the white van making his u-turn on a green arrow (more likely, imho).  I couldn’t see the stoplights on their side to tell one happened.  But had an accident occurred, my footage could have helped out the innocent party (by say, being able to tell by how long afterwards MY light turned green, and then deducing the correct light timing on their side).

5) I’m making a u-turn.  I have the right-of-way, as I have no stop sign and the truck DID have a stop sign.  He disregarded my right-of-way and went anyway.   Since I was paying attention, I had intuited he might do that, and was keeping an eye on him as he blatantly ignored me, and my horn.  But had I not been paying attention, he would have caused this accident.  Still, his fault would have been easily provable by my dashcam footage.

6 & 7) I’m being petty here but I go through this intersection a lot and it drives me CRAZY.  People who aren’t paying attention disregard the right-turn only of this lane and make those of us turning right to wait when we shouldn’t have to. There was a line of like 7 or 8 cars behind me waiting to go by the time the light turned green.  Paying attention to well-marked road signs is apparently difficult. 

8) I posted this one just for fun, and the footage was taken just this morning. Notice the car in the spot ahead of me not only pulled into his spot with his back-rear tire ALL THE WAY  on the curb, but the driver left it like that.  I waited in my spot to see if he’d fix it until the driver got out of the car, shrugged and walked inside the building.  I wonder if it’s still like that...

9) Oh yeah, sometimes you just catch something awesome on your dashcam.  Like this lightning strike.  I turned the framerate all the way up for this gif. :)

Anyway, I hope this makes you guys think.  Let me know if you have any questions.  Drive safely!  Drive smart! :)

[gracedragoon]

TLDR The best rituals are made of desperate hearts:

It’s hard being in a committed poly relationship of 4 and to be split up into teams of 2, scraping just to get enough money to move in together. Balancing schedules, dealing with work and trying to help our respective families. Regardless of the difficulty its so worth it.

I live in Louisville KY which is a weird little city hidden in the valley of the Ohio River. We live in a terrarium more or less. While we have optimal conditions for growing cash crops and general foliage, most of that is undone by a corrupt government steeped in corrupt pollution based resources.

Louisville was ranked the worst major city to date in. So if you move here for the incredibly cheap rent, might wanna make sure you have the budget to date out of state as the pickins be slimmer than Scott Summers. 

The shitty dating scene is likely due in part, to us ranking in the Top 10 most segregated cities in the US. No I’m not kidding, its that bad. Just as an example here...after confronting my boss about racism in the work place and the erasure/dismissal of nearly all employees who weren’t straight-cis-white-men, he told me that “people in the west end just don’t want to work for me. They don’t have phones that work or transportation. I’ve been to every refugee organization in town. I’ve gone everywhere”. Blah Blah Blah. While they are not some sort of cartoon villain its easy to see why so many businesses and orgs in this town have lopsided representation. Local Government is no different.

Being trans here isn’t a picnic either. While most of what you get is verbal assault from the straights, it can escalate quickly and that keeps Jess and I inside most of the time we aren’t working or working out. We generally can’t go to bars or clubs that aren’t specifically gay oriented without someone picking a fight. Beyond that our local rainbow orgs like “Fairness Campaign Louisville” sold us out in the most recent primary election (again) by backing with a corporate Dem (Fischer) for Mayor over an openly gay progressive who has worked with their agency for years. So its not like comradery goes much further beyond volunteer run advocacy programs and a couple church based youth groups. 

Many of my friends have either moved away or dedicated themselves to touring so we’ve become distant despite attempts on our part to remain close. It suuuuucks and I feel an increasing detachment from my home town, the place I’ve called home for at least 25 years of my short life. 

It will get better. There are bright spots. We have a loving family that is in each others biz way too much...but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I guess all of this was just to say that regardless of how hard it gets I have one place that always makes the world melt away. Lydia House. Mother. Fucking. Lydia. House.

It’s a ramen shop/bar about a mile from my home and has some of the biggest most flavorful bowls of non traditional ramen in town. It was the first place I took Jess to eat when she moved here from Puerto Rico last year. We then took Constance there on her incredible vacation with us (which was just sex sex sex, smash bros and food <3). Eating at this place with my chosen family, with the people who chose me makes my soul warm.

(pictured below is Jess and I tired after daily nonsense, pre noodles)

(pictured below is Constance and I post noodles)

It’s weird to describe all the layers of fucked up problems in my home town and not actually feel resentful. Better things are on the way, and I can’t wait. 

So today we will be indulging in our favorite place, with our favorite food, tucked back in our favorite little corner. There are a few of you I wish could join us for noodles and gay makeouts today but you’ll have to settle for insta pics later ;) <3 <3 <3 <3

be safe. 

remember you’re loved. 

reach out if you’re down. 

eat dem noodles.

(ps: thanks to all the original artists for the rad gifs)

[washyourdamnhands]

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