#ma'am...may i see u next month

[fishfingersandscarves]

best moment of the day was when a hot older butch with a full sleeve on one arm complimented my knot tying at rope class

[redbullgirly]

The Dancer [FA14 smau]

Fernando Alonoso x dancer!reader

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Summary: Few months after, everybody laughs when they remember the rumors about Fernando Alonso and Taylor Swift dating. Would they laugh though if they new it maybe wasn't so far from truth as it may seem? Well, one thing's for sure - Y/N and Fernando will laugh very much while soft launching their relationship... and confusing everyone with swiftie content thanks to her job.

Warnings: Maybe wrong dates and timeline of The Eras Tour, but whatever XD.

messages between Y/N and Fernando

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fernandoalo_oficial I was taken by the view like we were in Paris... romance is not dead.

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user1 i dont think my brain can comprehend so many things all at once😨

user2 right? I'M IN SHOCK

user3 fr fernando wants to give us a heart attack😭

lilymhe I see what you did here...

alex_albon I indeed see what he did here too...😏

user4 guys tell us what he did pls I'm begging youuuu

user5 Alonso soft launching was not on my 2024 bingo card

user6 him soft launching with TAYLOR SWIFT wasn't on MY bingo card 😭

user7 How he's suddenly so hot in the first pic? Like damn sir okay🫢

user8 girlfriend effect is real y'all

georgerussell63 Mate you can't do that to me, I just woke up 😧

user8 lmfao princess georgie is as confused as we are xd

fernandoalo_oficial sorry mate, don't get wrinkles🤞

gerogerussell63 What even is that choice of emoji?

fernandoalo_oficial well, someone is original with an emoji and someone is original with a pose... choice is yours 😃

georgerussell63 Stop it's been almost a year 😭

user9 not them bullying each other💀

user10 Yeah the duo we didn't know we needed

user11 I saw the first picture and almost spat out my drink in shock of such a hot photo of Nando. Then I swiped and literally choked on it because the last think I'd ever expect from his photo dump is a soft lunch of some baddie girl🫣

user12 I am delusional for thinking Taylonso could still have a chance, aren't I?

user13 well i mean you basically answered it yourself so... yeah XD

user14 OMG WHAAAAAAT😱

user15 oh no Fernando is not single anymore💔

user16 I think I accidentally teleported into some alternative universe... what is thiiiis?

user17 REAL

user18 fuck me this man seriously used lyrics from paris by ts💀

user19 Idk why but I kinda like this new side of Fernando😻

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yourusername crazy performance, even crazier night out and the most crazy training the day after... I call that the life of a dancer😻🎉 also my head and heart did go vroom vroom after the second pic

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taylorswift I call that the eras tour life!💗

yourusername yes ma'am!

user1 damn she got our queen Taylor replying to her posts... how does it feel to live my dream?!😭

yourusername amazing! 🥰

user2 such a shame my mum didn't force me to try dancing when I was little... I could have been at podium next to Taylor Swift right now 😃

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user3 You are such a good dancer, the shows wouldn't be the same without you Y/N!

yourusername omg thank u sm I really appreciate that!!🥹

user4 sooo... are we gonna just ignore Fernando in the likes or what???

user5 THAT'S WHAT I CAME HERE TO SAY

user6 fr I need some crazy detective from twitter to figure this out😫

carmenmmundt Hey, could you give me and lilymhe vip tickets...?

yourusername I mean... everything can be done 😏 I'll just need to ask mother Taylor bc I just used my plus one at the last concert🫡

lilymhe OH MY GOD WE LOVE YOU Y/N

yourusername I love you girls as well, we have to finally meet sometimes!!!

carmenmmundt Yeah, I think we'll have chance at the end of February at the latest😉

user7 WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE

user8 Omg are they hinting Y/N at the Bahrain GP?? F1 season starts at the end of February right?!

goergerussell63 Well hello there, nice to meet you Y/N... given the fact my dear girlfriend doesn't care about me, could you give me and alex_albon vip tickets as well?😊

alex_albon Yeah Y/N we are very big fans😊

yourusername everything for the guys that go vroom vroom🫡

alex_albon Like your heart

yourusername exactly!

user9 I AM FREAKING OUT

user9 MY BRAIN HURTS FROM HOW MUCH IS GOING ON

user9 WAIT FUCK I THINK I GOT IT

user9 AAAHHH I FEEL LIKE SHERLOCK MF HOLMES

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yourusername preparing for the next season🤞

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user1 y/n is literally living my dream life rn

georgerussell63 Oh no... he infected you with that emoji, didn't he?

yourusername we'll never know... maybe I infected HIM with it

gourgerussell63 I think higher of you and your taste in emojis

yourusername aww thanks princess georgie how sweet🥰

georgerussell63 I take it back

user2 HELLO?! what is happening💀

dancer1 excuse me little miss y/n... is that a man i'm seeing?🤨

yourusername well... maybe

dancer2 Be fr she's trying to soft launch him for like a month now😭

dancer1 okay i'm calling you rn STAY WHERE YOU ARE

user3 Guys why's nobody talking about the paddock pass in the 5th picture!!!!

user4 omg that's a PADDOCK PASS?😱

user5 yeah it is I noticed it thanks to this comment

user6 Wait... does that mean her and Fernando have been together longer? Because she already went to a race before the winter break??

user5 idk girl we don't even know for sure she's really dating him😓

user6 idgaf about who's dating her bc even without bf y/n's sooo hot like damn... mommy🥵

user7 I'm so confused... is this Alonso's girl or not?

user8 trust me user7 - we'd all like to know that😭

user9 😍

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user1 replied to yourusername story: is that an f1 driver there y/n

dancer1 replied to yourusername story: Hope he'll not disappoint me in person when you talked about him sm 😒

yourusername ohhh trust me you'll love him just as I do🥰

dancer1 omg bleeeeh I hope not 🫣

user2 replied to yourusername story: your friends are so pretty😩

taylorswift replied to yourusername story: When you'll take him to get my approval??

yourusername soon taylor, soon... I'm just afraid it'll break the internet lol

taylorswift I think we're used to that already with Travis at this point😂

yourusername true😭

fernandoalo_official replied to yourusername story: 🔥

yourusername it's going to be okay, they'll love you 🫶

fernandoalo_oficial how did you know I was nervous amor?

yourusername I saw you literally shaking when you left to the bathroom love...😹

yourusername oh they're back come quickly!!💞

fernandoalo_oficial onmw

user3 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: IS THIS THE CONFIRMATION WE NEEDED?!

user4 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: I see what you're doing here old man 👀

user5 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: soft launch slowly turning into a hard launch and I'm here for it!!!!

dancer1 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: I guess you aren't that bad in person...

fernandoalo_oficial 😁

user6 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: screaming crying throwing up

taylorswift replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: You better treat my best dancer right Alonso!🤍

fernandoalo_oficial of course ma'am! 🫡

user7 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: So cute!!😍

messages between Y/N and Fernando

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fernandoalo_oficial All these people think love's for show but I would die for you in secret... #swiftie

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yourusername I'd just like to make it clear to everybody that it's me who made him be swiftie... you're welcome💋

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user1 OMG THE LYRICS FROM PEACE BY TAYLOR

carmenmmundt Y/N is so pretty!😍

yourusername ohh carmen ilysm you're even prettier🥹

user2 No way Fernando just really har launched his gf😭

f1 We smell a new wag!

user4 LOL you're kinda late for that admin xd

user5 Congrats and wish you well world champ!💪

user6 can we talk about how gorgeous she is???

lilymhe double date when honey?

yourusername anytime babeee!!!

fernandoalo_oficial why do I have a feeling me and alex_albon will be third-wheeling on you two?🤨

alex_albon you'll eventually get used to third-wheeling your own girlfriend and her friends, trust me fernando...🤠

user7 This girl is like a goddess, I can't even blame him ❤️🔥

user8 mommy & daddy

georgerussell63 Finally! Congratulation on the hard launch mate👍

fernandoalo_oficial and look who's original with emojis now...😂

user9 from now on this is my fav couple

user10 mine to

user11 SHUT UP THE DELULU GIRLIES ON TWITTER WERE RIGHT

lance_stroll 💚💚

user12 nah I don't know what he see in her🙄

user13 Go away we don't want the jealous haters here 🥱

kellypiquet Welcome to the F1 family yourusername!🤍

yourusername thx!💞

user14 i call this couple goals

user15 I'M SO READY FOR BOYFRIEND MATERIAL ALONSO

user16 I can already feel he'll be so hot in his new era 😩

user17 lmao nando in his swiftie and stlutty era as someone on twitter said😹

yourusername swiftie and slutty era? i like the sound of it😏

user16 not y/n reading all the comments sipping over her bf 💀

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Author's Note: Hello everyone, hope you liked it! I'm not sure you should get used to me posting so often, but let's say that after Lance's social media au and the great feedback I had so much motivation... plus I'm sick, so I actually have the time to write and create XD. Anyway, I'll be glad for likes, comments, reblog and every other way of showing support! Have a great day and let me know how you liked Nando and swiftie dancer together!

[espressiimartinii]

vii. god forbid a woman have hobbies

part 7

summary: new year? new me! it does take y/n l/n a little bit of time to get used to the rb15, and favouritism does really sprint in the red bull racing family.

pairing: none - it's all platonic 💅

warnings: apart from rewriting actual events so they fit better, there may be a sprinkle of typical motorsport ✨sexism✨

tag list is back open! turns out i still don't understand the tagging system, so i will be tagging in comments.... sorry? i will be capping tags at about 25

author's note: and if i said i got sick, what then... shout out to the regular flu, you're a real one for that.

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offseason shenanigans

rbr_y/nl/n my focken PIZZA 😭😭 also, i could not post the picture were alexi looks STUNNING!! 😍 tagged: alexirexi; surves

f1brainrot ma'am.... the trolley?? you could be injured??? why??? ↳ rbr_y/nl/n it's fun, hope that helps👍

redbullracing ✔️ this does not look things that are on the approved list of activities... ↳ rbr_y/nl/n okay? close your eyes then? 🧐

alexirexi I LOOK HAWT 🥵 ↳ surves why are you gripping the back of my head like that tho... ↳ rbr_y/nl/n did you want to smash your face against a PUBLIC toilet rim? ↳ surves thank you for holding my head up alexi, i didnt doubt u for a second ↳ alexirexi anything for u bby gorl 😜

danielricciardo Are you taking applications for new members? ↳ rbr_y/nl/n I hate to break this to you.... but you're not eligible to become a member 😔 ↳ danielricciardo But you said I could join. ↳ rbr_y/nl/n Positions aren't open to ex-red bull drivers, that's like hanging out with an ex ↳ maxverstappen What about current drivers? ↳ danielricciardo There is no way that my best friends are deciding to hang out with me. ↳ rbr_y/nl/n membership approved for max, but i guess he can bring a plus one..... 🙄 ↳ maxverstappen I will bring you, Daniel, do not worry. ↳ danielricciardo YEE HAW 🤠

pierregasly vraiment, sans ton frère? ↳ rbr_y/nl/n oui 🥖 ↳ pierregasly 😡

womeninf1 she's besties with danny ric and max verstappen?? it's only been literally 1 month since she got to red bull... ↳ stany/n i just know that max was outdone.... maxplaining? nah, y/n is a certified yapper ↳ y/n4wdc was that even a question?? what i wouldn't give to interrogate christian horner and find out who his favourite adopted child is ↳ maxstans it's max for sure ↳ f1brainrot is it?? did you see danny ricc's christmas insta post where he revealed that only y/n l/n got a horner family christmas invite?? ↳ maxstans THE FAMILY CHRISTMAS!?!? ↳ stany/n max also revealing in a press interview before christmas that christian would NOT shut up about how proud he is of y/n ↳ womeninf1 you forgot to include the fact that max was just maxplaining how monumental it is that y/n is in f1 and how he admires her work ethic ↳ maxstans oh, so you're telling me.... max and y/n are siblings now ↳ pierregasly No. Not true. ↳ f1brainrot PIERRE GASLY? ↳ pierregasly Max is not the brother, I am.

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we release the christmas photos

rbr_y/nl/n y/n!! release the evidence!! release the pictures!! well here is evidence that i got to spend christmas AND new years with THE geri halliwell and her husband (whoever that is?) tagged: gerihalliwellhorner; alexirexi; surves

gerihalliwellhorner It was our pleasure to have you staying with us for Christmas and New Years. Let's do brunch when you race in Silverstone and maybe we'll be able to escape Christian's racing lectures for a little bit. ↳ rbr_y/nl/n Yes!! I will clear my calendar, anything for you!! ↳ redbullracing RED ALERT RED ALERT RED ALERT THE BOSS IS LOOKING A LITTLE BIT MIFFED INNIT

danielricciardo I've been with the team for 5 years and I haven't been invited? Ever? Am I witnessing favouritism? ↳ rbr_y/nl/n you don't even work here anymore!!! ↳ danielricciardo You never truly leave the Red Bull Family, once a red bull racer, always a red bull racer. ↳ rbr_y/nl/n Well, boss has a favourite and it's me. ↳ maxverstappen That sounds incorrect, I literally exist. ↳ redbullracing The boss would like to relay that he has no favourites and he would never choose one. ↳ maxverstappen I will literally put the car into the wall if he does not choose me. ↳ rbr_y/nl/n contracts agreed to under duress are not legally binding!

pierregasly So this is why you declined the invite to spend Christmas with us.... I see... ↳ rbr_y/nl/n pierre... I am so sorry.... I will spend Christmas with you this year... ↳ pierregasly Maman will be very disappointed in you if you do not turn up.

stany/nl/n I think she just got adopted... well, at least we can call her a nepo baby. ↳ f1brainrot This is the only nepo baby I will support. ↳ rbr_y/nl/n I'M ADOPTED?!?! ↳ mamal/n No, honey, we found you on the side of the road. ↳ f1brainrot NOT Y/N'S ACTUAL MOTHER SAYING THIS ↳ womeninf1 what's a better bit, y/n continuously being censored by the red bull PR team or the dubious beginnings of y/n's life - like who are her parents if she was found on the ground? ↳ redbullthegoat is that even a legitimate question? Her father is literally 2012 Sebastian Vettel. ↳ stany/nl/n i think that means she is a child of a teen mum. ↳ womeninf1 yeah, that kinda checks out tho...

alexirexi THANK U GERI FOR HAVING US OVER AS WELL!! ↳ surves Thank you so much for having us, it was a BLAST. Sorry for climbing on top of the fridge... ↳ gerihalliwellhorner It was a pleasure to have the both of you over as well!

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the australian grand prix weekend starts and we are off to an okay start

note: trying a new format for the instagram post comments, cause the indenting was not working el em ay oh

taglist (cause i'm kinda stupid and forgot to include it in the original comment tagging spree): @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy;

[badsalmonella]

pls post your thoughts on camelot!

Hihihi!!! Sorry this has been sitting in my ask for a bit I've been trying to find the time and energy to put down my thoughts!

The general overview is, I think I definitely see the faults people had with it, I think the book is hard to fix and even with the changes there are certain beats they HAVE to hit because of the music, but I also think it has so many gems and this show is so well acted like I find the good far out weighs the bad for me. It's just really engaging grand theater to meee it can be so silly and fun but also really hit with these very earnest moments 🥺, also considering all the drama and tragedy it is surprISINGLY HILARIOUS!! I was giggling so much in act 1. Like RIP to the person sitting next to me who had to see me grip my face and GASP every time something wild happened lmaooo. GOD JUST AHHHHHH SOME OF THOSE MOMENTS WENT SO HARD!!!! Here I'll try my best to narrow some down jk I did a horrible job at narrowing down

- AH that imagery of the single tree in the snow at the very top of the show. Lovely.

-the entire scene with the wedding gone wrong is just soo good and like a mini show on its own with its own little arc. I was so charmed by Phillipa and Andrew's chemistry fr fr so good! I could probably fill a whole post with just moments from this bit!

-When Guinevere is below the right side of the stage (I was sitting to the left)and when she hears the knights refer to him as King her head just slooooooooowly pops into view like 👁️👁️

-Genny: WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME YOU WERE KING?!?!?

Arthur: after I sang abt the weather.

-King Arthur post Merlin death 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭

-ok but the little orchestra nod to Follow Me during Merlin's death. Thank you. They did that for me. It's not much but I appreciate it.

-"I gotta pace to think. I gotta be doing something. Merlin told me something but I got distracted and forgot" bestie you can fit SO much ADHD IN THIS KING.

- C'est Moi entrance was a slay

. 10/10 would let that armor burn my retinas again 👌🏼

-"I deserve. Your harshest. punISHHHHHHHMEEEEEEENNNTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!"

Lancelot, bestie there is something so wrong with you I'm obsessed.

- Genny (To Lance): ...And do you think you've perfected your soul??

- The Lusty Month of May, also a SLAY she is SO hot! I'm sorry but Guinevere is at her most wild and unhinged she is doing shit that had me going BANANAS when she puts on that pink dress, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

-after Lusty Month of May the knights were chatting but I became deeeeeply focused on ensemble member Matias trying trying to balance a mug on his forehead. At first one person was watching, then two, then eventually Guinevere joined in. Like gjdhks I kept giggling.

Arthur(also to Lance): pleasesayno 👀👀👀👀👀👀

-TAKE ME TO THE FAIR. WAS SO FUCKING FUN. I WAS DOING EVIL GOOFY LITTLE GIGGLES THE WHOLE TIME. GENNY IS THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO BULLY LANCELOT ON THIS BLOG. AND THAT'S BECAUSE I THINK THIS IS A DEEPLY FUCKED UP FORM OF FOREPLAY FOR HER.

-Genny: ~SIIIIIRRRRRR LIIIIIONNNEELLLLL~~~ 😏😏😩😩😩💦💦💦

Lionel: Ma'am. 😐

Genny: u g h 🙄

-I COULD MAKE A WHOLE POST ABT THIS ONE TOO LIKE SOSOSOSO FUNNY.

-Guinevere kept having mini moments of chemistry with like the ensemble member played by Holly Gould, and like I THOUGHT MAYBE I WAS CRAZY, but at the end of act 1 my friend also turned to me and was like "yo what is GOING ONNNN with those two??? 👀👀👀👀" Gjhdskgsbsvs a bi icon. 🩷💜💙

- ANYWAYS Not Pelly AND Genny rooting for the Lancelot downfall!!! Gjsgdgdgs

-ok but the moment when Lance finds the pages that Genny specifically drafted....bestie you could see the proposition baking in HIS brain.

-"So weird Genny when you don't like most people you're still civil with them what's going on hereee???" 👀👀👀 What IS going on here???

- Arthur: Will you stop this?

Genny: If the King commands it....

👁️👁️🔥🔥 oK. THEY WERE INSANE FOR THAT ONE. NOT THE LOOK THEY SHOT EACH OTHER. anyways bully them both. I support it.

- THE SWORD FIGHTING WAS LIKE ACTUALLY SO GOOD OMG. WE LOVE FIGHT CHOREO

- okokokok but when one of the knights pushed down Lancelot's squire and he shot that knight the DEADLIEST GLARE and tHEN HE PUSHED THE KNIGHT DOWN AT THE END OF THEIR FIGHT. 🔥👌🏼🤌🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 letSSSSS GOOOOO!!!

-WHEN KING ARTHUR GOT INTO THE FIGHT AND TWIRLED OUT TWO SWORDS HALF WAY THROUGH?!?!!!!! AND THEN LANCE LIKE STRAIGHT UP ON STAGE CAUGHT HIS SECOND SWORD??? BEING TOSSEDDDD OVER TO HIM??!!!!!! LIKE I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW COOL THIS WAS???????

-Arthur(whispering desperately in Lancelot's ear mid fight) : HEY NO HARD FEELINGS THIS IS JUST FOR MORALE

Fhhdjshdjsh

- ARTHUR STOPPING THE FIGHT TO ASK LANCELOT ABOUT BAGUETTES ?!??? THEY ARE LITERALLYYYY MY BLORBOOOSSS!!!!

-KING ARTHUR GETS KNOCKED OUT CUZ HE SAW HIS FAVOURITE BIRD AND GOT DISTRACTED. I AM NOT JOKING.

-anyways scene where he gets "resurrected" was the moment. It was amazing. Everything was silent. The spotlight was ON. I LOVED IT.

- RIP that Lance Genny gaze tho 💀💀💀 RIGHT in front of Arthur's salad.

- Lancelot: this might be our only moment alone together I have to tell you---

Genny: DON'T.

OoOooOOoOOOoO the way I am RIPPING OUT MY SEAT CUSHION.

-Before I Gaze At You Again, my beloved. My underrated moment 💖💖

-WHEN KING ARTHUR TURNED HIS BACK TO THE AUDIENCE. AND DRAMATICALLY THREW HIS CAPE ON THE THRONE. THEN SAID "propositionnn....." THE WAY I WENT DEAD SILENT. THE WAY I HELD MY BREATH. HE WAS LIKE I AM OOOVERRRRRE THIS LOVE TRIANGLE SHIT. HE DID NOTTTT COME TO PLAY. WHERE THE F U C K WAS ANDREW BURNAP'S TONY NOM????

-Anyways hot girls know the Act 1 monologue is fire. It's MY Coachella. Zero regrets for screaming and clapping for that one.

- OK NOT ACT 2 OPENING WITH LANCELOT SINGING IN FRENCH AND GUINEVERE BEING SOOOOO OVER IT.

-Anyways If Ever I Would Leave You immaculate. Amazing. Spectacular. The best. Wow. Shout out to that woman in front of me who turned to her family and whispered " I know this one...."

-THE ALMOST HAND TOUCH oWuGh . 😩

- *Dramatic Mordred reveal*"I GUESS THE CHAINS OF WEDLOCK ARE SO HEAVY YOU NEED THREE PEOPLE TO CARRY IT" if it were up to me....that would be an applause moment.

- WHAT DO THE SIMPLE FOLK DO WHST DO THE SIMPLE FOLK DO OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MYGOD.

-first of all leading with calling Henny your business partner ARTHUR BUDDY WHAT ARE YOU ACTUALLY DOING?????

-Andrew Burnap literally RAMPED UP the teary eyes when he told Genny like "I know you get sad. Don't you ever want someone to talk to???" HE CHOSE VIOLENCE. ON ME.

-AND LIKE I WAS ON THE SIDE I HAD PERFECT VIEW OF PHILLIPA'S FACE. IT WAS SOSOSOSOSO HEART BREAKING

-AND LIKE THEY WEREN'T EVEN LOOKING AT EACH OFHER!!!!! THEY COULDN'T EVEN SEE HOW EMOTIONAL THEY BOTH GOT IN THAT MOMENT!!!!!! I AM SHOOTING MYSELF INTO SPACE. MOMENTS LIKE THIS ARE WHY I LIIIIIIIIVE FOR SHOW IN THE VIV BEAUMONT LIKE OH MY GOOOODDDD. THE LOVE IS THERE!!!!! THEY JUST CAN'T SEEEEE IT!!!!!!!!!!

-anyways their dance was so sweet. So playful. So lovely.

-When I heard his "Genny..." On the album I thought he was tired. Like "genny...plz no more verses of this song... 😮‍💨" BUT I WAS WRONG! THE FULL CONTEXT IS HIM JUST OPENLY HAVING A MOMENT OF PURE LOVE AND ENDEARMENT FOR GENNY. I'M

-MORDRED . WAITING IN THE BACK. FOR THINGS TO START GOING WELL ....BUT NOT TOO WELL BEFORE REVEALING THAT ARTHUR FINALLY GOT A LETTER FROM MORGAN LE FAY!!!!!!

-aND THEN DROPPING THAT LANCELOT IS GUARDING THE QUEEN THAT NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!

-OWUGHGOWUGHEOUWGEOWUGEGW NOT ARTHUR'S LONG PAUSE THEN "Ok......oK. OK. ok. This is fine. " Gjjdhdjshshsj

- FIE ON GOODNESS. WOW. WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS TO BE THE STAGING STAND OUT MOMENT BUT GODDAMN. IT'S AMAZING HOW THEY BUILD ON TENSION AND INTERWEAVE ALL THOSE SCENES. IT'S ALL HAPPENING IN THIS SCENE.

-The scene with Lance and Genny. Oh. MY LORD. The confession and moment where he finally admits he can't surpass being a human man. How that is the moment that I think Guinevere like is really really like "ohhh we about to do something stuff tonight" HE WAS GOING TO LEAVE after his shift gjdhhsh BUT THEN STARTED WHIPPING OUT THE FRNECH LOVE CONFESSIONS LIKE??!?!!!!! HE WAS INSANE FOR THAT ONE!!! LITERALLY. WHERE WAS THAT WHORE BEHAVIOR IN THE BIBLE???? "I SERVE GOD AND KING ARTHUR FIRST 😔" AND THEN HE PULLED THAT MOVE!!!! 🥴🥴🥴 I'M YELLING

-even though I like knew that was gonna happen. Like WHY DID THEIR KISS MAKE ME GASP?! Gjhdjshs THEY DID IT!!! THEY HAD SO MUCH TENSION. A R G H . anyways............. I'm gonna be respectful and not comment on the ressst of that scene 👀

- SCOTLAND. 🔥

-Anyways Morgan's scene is SO brief but like DAMN. She makes an impression. She is sO COOL. I'd actually kill for a cool fanfic about her and past with Arthur. When she said something about 'I can't wait for them to make all these scientific discoveries but like things won't change with humanity and I'd like to see your face when you make that realization ' (I'm so sososo so sorry that was AWFUL paraphrasing but like IT SLAMMED. AND AGAIN. ARTHUR WAS FACING OUR SIDE OF THE STAGE. HIS EXPRESSION. OHHHH BABYYYY)

-I LOVED YOU ONCE IN SILENCE WAS SUUUCHHHHHH A SCENE OH MY GOD. AND LIKE THEY CUT THE SONG SHORT???? WHY THE SCENE WAS SOSOSOSOS GOOD????

-Poor Lancelot tho. Rejected after it all. Like truly. Bestie. I'm sorry. This narrative hates you. Maybe you'll get nice things in my fanfiction 😔 his FAAAACEEE!!!!

-ANYWAYS WE NEEEED TO TALK ABOUT HOW LANCELOT DU LAC SLAPPED THE SHIT OUT OF MORDRED. LIKE TRULY LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR'D THAT CHILD WITH A BACKHAND. I GAGGED. IT WAS SOSOSOSO FUNNY I'M SORRY.

-Im not going to lie if there is one bad thing I will say, it is that I am SO disappointed with how Guenevere was staged. Like There is SO much going on in that song, but not much going on onstage. And with how well they did Fie On Goodness like I was low key gooped with how weak the staging for Guenevere was sorry.

-Anyways when Pelly says "I know I'm an old man and I know I'm ridiculous" like I 🥺🥺🥺🥺"BUT IT'S GENNY" like then he folded over and started crying like oh my god 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺noooooo

- if you made it this far congratz there's still so much more because oh my god that last scene

- The deep sadness that just hangs over these scenes oh my goD.

- The the the the the the 🥺🥺🥺 the way Lancelot and Arthur have to bitterly come to terms that they are now warring enemies and they can't guarantee either's protection, and they know they'll have to kill each other's men like 💔

- NOT GENNY'S HORNY ASS GETTING SENT TO A CONVENT. SHE ONLY we can only hope GOT ONE CHANCE TO CUM AFTER ALL THAT??!?!!!! YOU CAN'T MAKE HER A NUN!!! NOOOOOOO!!!

-Anyways THE I ALWAYS LOVED YOU SCENE COMES WITH TOO MANY BANGER QUOTES I DON'T THINK I CAN GET THEM ALL.

Arthur: For what it's worth I've always loved you

Genny: 😤 FOR. WHAT. IT'S. WORTH????

(Valid girl)

-But then.... I loved you too when you sang that sssssssstupid song about the weather 🥺🥺🥺🥺💔💔💔💖💖💖

-THE HUG. THAT HUG WAS SO HEART BREAKING. THAT WAS A GOOD FUCKINGGF HUG.

-not YOU NEED TO LEAVE I CAN'T LET LANCE SAVE YOU TWICE. 🥺

-AND THEN RUNNING IN FOR THAT FINAL KISS THANK FUCKING GODDDDD!!!!!!

-But then Arthur sitting in defeat with his sad floppy bangs after :((( THEN LIGHTING UP WHEN THE KID MENTIONS THE ROUND TABLE OH 🥺💖

-GREAT FUCKING SHOW. I LOVE IT THROUGH IT ALL. IT WAS BI4BI4BI. HIT THE SHOWERS BESTIESSSS!!!!

[castle-dominion]

4x2 heroes & villains (https://scriptline.livejournal.com/40160.html)

I like how the transcript calls him "creepy guy" even tho we get his name Watched this ep with my older bro. He has a lot to say about jewish comic artists & police interference.

*Deep male voice* wouldn't the creep be weirded out seeing someone dressed like that? *casually cuts the guy's hand off* *somehow able to cut him in half even tho that's not exactly possible* (actually I just wasted time researching & watching videos, idk if it is possible to cut someone in half if they are standing up, but u can cut em crosswise for sure.)

Why that knife rick? RC: I seem to remember asking you to make me an E.T. Halloween costume and you told me you didn't know how to sew. MR: Details. Besides, you were 32 at the time. The point is, proper wardrobe helps an actor connect to the words. (won't clip)

Poor rick, he just wants his daughter Lol I skipped my grad, ran & hid by climbing up a giant storage crate. So valid bestie (password sharing) MR: Lady Beckett, my lord. Richard, are you crying? RC: No, it's the onions. RC, next scene: Okay, I'll admit, it wasn't just the onions, not completely. I mean, she's gonna be gone in a few months. My little girl. (could clip but I'm low on time)

[They approach the body halves, covered in yellow plastic on either side of a pool of blood, feet sticking out.] Lanie <3

Ok so what kind of steel is it? A lot of japanese steel will actually break or chip if it hits bones, so it might not be best for chopping someone in half but it definitely broke off

Swords are so good so cool. JE: Tyler Ferris. He just got out of Sing Sing a year ago for sexual assault. KB: Okay, we got any witnesses? JE: Yeah. The girl he was in the middle of assaulting oof (I shouldn't find that funny, I know it is tragic & it really sucks, but I'm allowed to find humour in my pain & past.)

Poor gal still has blood all over her She's right lol Lol the "touche"

Love mrs ferris Don't get me wrong. I never expected my boy to end up in two hunks, but I always knew one day he'd end up there laying on a slab. KB: Do you know if he was involved in anything that might've gotten him killed? Ferris: Well, I certainly expect so. Is "ship coming in" a figure of speech?

KB: Ma'am, um, I'll need the names of all the enemies your son may have had. Ferris: You're gonna need a bigger pad.

As cops, Ryan is right. As people, Esposito is right. JE: Well, maybe a sword is a justice system. So true bestie.

KR: This other guy have a name? JE: Yeah. Tony Valtini. *KR perks up* This guy's got a record, too. KR: Damn right, he does!!! (won't clip) I remember Valtini from back in Narcotics. The guy is totally Mobbed up. You know what else, his family owns this meat packing plant out in Jersey. Tony's nickname: Tony the Butcher. JE: I bet he split a few sides of beef in his day. except you usually split the sides carefully, not with one big swing. ugh this is going to be a long episode if I keep bringing up culinary school.

TV: I am a legitimate businessman. Castle it's not funny. KB: You never reported an attack. TV: I don't like to be a burden on law enforcement.  *casually shucks his pants*

(just one buttock) JE: The sword of justice, bro. It's going to end up being esposito. (NEW FANFIC IDEA BABES) (ryan & his signature mug. it's the little things in the show) Mum & lil bro watch superhero shows so this episode was great with the two of them the hero (probs not super) looks definitely very male

KB: She didn't think that we'd believe her. And, quite frankly, she's right. probs delusional, probs right. Def has something going on castle. reminds me of the time the school got a mascot & then the two furries in the school accidentally outed themselves to each other bc they recognized the work. Castle writer moments, & he's not too far wrong red marune is so adorable I love him. isn't that redundant? LARRYBOY ryan *watching the caskett argument from the distance* cyclist *gives rick a delivery in the middle of the bullpen*

Ryan really is becoming castle jr, the nicknames on the wiki were right Just marvel? No dc no dark horse no anything else? I just listed the mainstream ones. Castle was quick putting together that vigilante board (need to pic this) JE: *sus* KR: *interested* JE: they're make believe KB: All driven by the death of a father or loved one Gates is kind of right But then Castle actually had a point Castle chill XD

RC: hardcore skjdflsdkfsljdk KB: Elektra RC: Ah. A ruthless assassin who hides from her emotions. KB: No, maybe it's because she's got badass ninja skills.

RC: Ah. Try billionaire industrialist Bruce Wayne, A.K.A. The Dark Knight. He's brooding, he's handsome, and he has all the coolest toys. You are the billionare non-cop crime solver, castle. (won't clip) (lol I had my french keyboard on so my apostrophe didn't show up at first)

I love mike hoover. Well castle wasn't the one who actually wrote the graphic novels, heh. kind of a chronically online nerd but I love him so so much. Love his hat too. Which one?

There is a T in vigilanTe (I used to say vigilanté but now I say vigilantie like everyone else) Nice, webcomics. Unless the hero is the writer babes

JE: Yeah, well, whoever he is, I can't connect him to any swords either. I pray we nail this dude before I have to call every store on that list. KR: I thought you were kind of rooting for this guy? JE: That's when he was Joe Citizen taking it to the bad guys. Now he's just some nimrod in a suit. (making espt call a bunch of stores) KR: Ah. You gotta give him props for spirit, though, right? I mean, haven't you ever wanted to be a superhero? Going out there, prowling the city, knocking some heads? JE: I do that now.  ew cops & their hero complexes. castle acab moments. (but still clipping)

did CSU not find it? Why is it perfectly timed that lone ranger aka LR is here rn? (looks like he could be a woman in theory) hella cool parkour tho Fun timing esposito calling right then. Has he been called espo yet? I don't much like the name. I feel like "sito" are the stressed syllables. (dw dm, he gets called Zito/'Sito later.) Also in her phone he's just esposito, no first name? Also why didn't she just decline the call? Espt talkin p slow today huh.

lmao I love this kid so much. He's so silly & adorable. superheroes have a billion different villains bc they had to start putting them in jail with cops & there was never allowed to be any tragedy or escapes where the villain got away. or so big bro says Chad: My father's in miami

Neither would lone vengence! Comic book characters aren't real, okay? I love chad he's so adorable & sweet I was about ready to hang up my tights for good "lone" Poor chad. There are def going to be A Ton of these characters. Remember Jumping Jack? & Mere do well?

GATES I told the Mayor we had our man. BECKETT Yeah well, you shouldn't have done that. GIRL YOU SAID THAT TO HER FACE IN THAT TONE

Not looking at the writer?

castle printed them out? Alexis is so pretty Did she ever get that motorcycle/scooter Mum got classes that would count to dad's drama minor or philosophy major that also counted to her education major or whatever mum's minor was, & she got classes that would count credits for her major+minor but would also count for her friend's major. But anyway ew math castle isn't wrong but like... AC: Why does everything I do have to make sense? Why can't I just do what I want once in awhile? That's all you ever do.

That's some intense yoga. Yk, yoga is not just workouts, not just funny positions & stretching, not just low impact training, yoga has a spiritual component to it & it makes me just a bit upset that ppl don't even know that let alone respect it.

FInally anagram I was right! trace the IP or smth?

wait the captions said faris this time. is it ferris or faris? the transcript has both lol THE WHAT NOW COMICS I was not expecting slutty schoolgirl comics to make an appearance here. Mild mannered is "out of the ordinary" for him lol. Mom: He was different. Wore a suit. Castle: As in, mask and cape? Mom: Jacket and tie

oh yeah a crime reporter? Definitely ryan sounds like castle rn i love it KB: *sips coffee* JE: *watching from the phone* RC: *raises eyebrow* RC: The student has become the master. Or at least, he tried. Actually, for a truly Castle-esque theory, it has to be fully thought through. (yk I might clip this) KB: Since when? KR: I did think it through! (mr detective man) *ryan & castle bouncing off each other now* (I said a bit ago that castito & ryckett were decent but now I'm looking at especkett & rystle & have been often this season during my normal watch through. idk anyone's ship names I'm making them up every time I say one & they often sound bad or end up different esp with esposito bc his name is twice as long as anyone else's)

man's a FULL ass hero tyvm! (tho only a half assed superhero bc superpowers don't exist) RC: Hmm. That is one block away from Comicadia. JE: Mm KR: Mm

I love the comic bro kid

VG: Really. Our killer's a writer? RC: Well, writers can be men of action. VG: I've yet to see that, Mr. Castle. VG: So, he's a journalist like Peter Parker? KB: Actually, Peter Parker was a news photographer. RC: Yeah, our guy's a little more like, uh, Clark Kent. And he's mild mannered, just like I…predicted. VG: *the look* I like how gates at least communicates with becks this time.

PW: That's just a--a character I create. It's not someone real.

I'm sure he can still write comics from prison... Left-handed Castle writer moments

Hand was before...

protecting someone obv RC: Because Paul is protecting the real killer. Paul is the writer, Lone Vengeance is the subject. That's their relationship. (to Beckett) It's you and me, all over again. But I'm Paul and you're Lone Vengeance. KB: Really, Castle? Is that how you see me? Like a sword wielding killer? (No, a crime fighting machine!) RC: Depends. Will you be scantily clad? KB: In your dreams. (probably will be tbh) JE: Not to rain on your comic book fantasy, (clipping) Esposito's shirt is so boring. Personally I would wear it but not to work. Collarless long sleeve, neutral colour

wall's obv a fake bro. remember the magician's lair? Oh wait it isn't even a secret room it's a thing of swords & that's it LV def looks like they don't need to be male rn & dun dun dun a woman & dun dun dun it's a cop

Ryan's shirt is ugly & he doesn't have a tie. Why?

KR: Can you believe it? Lone Vengeance, sword wielding killer, ends up being one of our own. JE: I don't know. Maybe she had her reasons. KR: Whoa. "Maybe she had her reasons"? What happened to" nimrod in a suit"? (after "woah nimrod? what happened to sword of justice?") JE: Well that's before I knew she was a cop. wow acab much

her being a cop is cool, she WOULD know how to clean the blood up, probably, AH: Someone killed my dad. Nothing'll ever be enough. But doing what I do makes me feel better. I respect it actually, I can see it, & the mirror with beckett is great

BECKETT You crossed the line, Ann. HASTINGS Don't pretend like we're so different. BECKETT Let's talk about Tyler Faris. HASTINGS Didn't you lose your mom? BECKETT We're not here to discuss that. HASTINGS Didn't you shoot the guy who killed her right here in this precinct? The bullet that you took, isn't that connected to her murder, too? Because that's the rumor. BECKETT I am not like you! I didn't chop a man in half! HASTINGS Neither did I.

AH: It wasn't from my suit. And the only reason I wanted it was to figure out who's behind this. she's a cop so it's cool she canvasses & learns & is friends with a crime beat fellow, I would watch a spinoff of those two. Or a mini series. I've said, castle could have used a few mini series episodes.

good ep bro but I was working or writing when castle went to turn the board over & beckett just Stopped Him like "no hun, we're not doing that rn" (or it was the ghost hunting the ring episode)

When did they grab the cousin's prints?

KB: Ann, you're a good cop. And you've got somebody who cares about you. Don't be so driven by the past that you throw away your future. Take care.

RC: Well, a murder solved and a notorious hoodlum off the streets for good. I call that a solid win. VG: I agree. All because of the hard work and dedication of this team. RC: Thank you, Captain. That means a lot. VG: Of police officers. (XD) Team of police officers, Mr. Castle. Detective, about Officer Hastings. She, uh, fled the alley when you ordered her to stop. Some reason you're not pressing any charges? KB: VG: I think that, given the number of folks wearing that costume, we can't prove that it was her in that alley. Or anywhere else, for that matter. (I thought she was very by-the-book) KB: Exactly, sir. VG: She's a promising officer. That said, it'd be bad for all of us if Lone Vengeance were to show up ever again. KB: I don't think that that will be a problem, sir.

RC: Either she just grew a heart… KB: Or she's worried about how it would look if the press found out that Lone Vengeance was one of our own.

RC: A writer and his muse, fighting crime. Just like us. *paul & ann kiss* Caskett: *awkward* (clipping)

RC: You know, even when you were a little girl, you were a serious person. I think I've just gotten used to you being sensible and mature. Even more than me sometimes. AC: Sometimes? RC: Point taken.

Emotional family moments, dad moments, advice, & so much cute stuff! love love love!

AC: I know. Especially if we move in together. RC:

I don't think I have time for another one today. Sad.

[robobarbie]

mc gets sold off to the very famous band Blooming Panic by their very bad mother for extra money! they are devastated... but it turns out all the members of the band are interested in them?! HOW WILL THIS COMPLICATED LOVE STORY DEVELOP !!!

thank u for coming and i'll see u later B)

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I'm jk. Let's have a little chat instead.

You may have noticed this hour has gone on for a liiiiiiittle longer than intended. As of writing this post, we're past 6.5k total words for just this hour (LMFAO) which was uhhhhHHHHH not supposed to happen.

But... it also kind of was. I wanted to leave you all with a stupid fun little send-off before I'm out for a bit next month. I really enjoy interacting frequently with this community, so I am genuinely sad to force myself out of it for a short time.

One thing I'd like for y'all to take from this is that writing is supposed to be fun -- it doesn't always have to be "deep" or "introspective" or any of that. Just have fun. Be goofy, be stupid, hit post. That was the energy these past couple days.

Were all of the posts good? No. Were some of them cringe as hell? Absolutely. But was it fun to let myself be cringe and maybe not aim for perfectionism on each post? Definitely.

Keep writing. Like I said before, who give a shit. Write what makes you happy, don't be afraid to post quick drafts, and be fucken free.

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Also jk again of COURSE i'm doing this trope AHAHAHAHA-

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Your mother throws you on the ground in front of the immaculately dressed quartet. "There. You said you had money for me, right?"

One of the men steps over you and hands your mother a suitcase packed to the brim with cash. "All yours, ma'am."

She gleefully takes the case and turns away without a second glance at you. You hear her steps fade into the night and try to hold back your tears. What did I do wrong? Why does this have to happen to me?

One of the men kneels in front of you and lightly smacks your cheek. "Hey. Look at me."

You raise your head and met with the eager grin of -- Nightowl? Is that... is that Nightowl??

You jump to your feet and gawk at the sight in front of you. Nightowl. Quest. Toaster. Xyx. Fuck. Xyx!!!! The four members of your favorite pop boy band -- Blooming Panic.

Your hands clap over your mouth and Xyx chuckles. "They recognize us, of course."

Toaster scoffs. "Who wouldn't at this point?"

"W-what do you want with me?" you stammer out.

The last member, Quest, laughs. "That's so cute. I can have them first, right? We agreed?"

Nightowl quickly stands and brushes the dirt off his pants. "Nuh-uh. I was first."

Quest snaps as he remembers and nods. "Oh, right! Sorry, Owl."

"First for what??"

Nightowl winks and takes your arm. "Let's find out, shall we?" ------

author's note: they then proceeded to throw water balloons at onionthief for several hours. nightowl needed someone to carry them for him

[multifariousqueer]

Idk if anybody had this idea before but well here it goes: Arvin Russell having a smaller wife -in size- and they are both awkward bcz the marriage was sorta out of business but they are both getting along some fluff will be great (add filth if u want :3 )

P.S: srry rly for being awkward it's my first time to request smth😅

Hi! I hope you don't mind, I'm gonna answer this as a black!reader(bc I don't see a lot of black readers).

TW: Business partners to lovers, mentions of Lenora's death and the serial killer couple, Spoilers for tdatt, slow burn(ish).

Your daddy disapproved of Arvin and so did your momma but you knew this was the only way. See, you had always wanted a house and business of your own but being a young small black girl, you often were looked down upon and often times, given the classic talk of "well, maybe this is outta your league little girl." and told to just go find a black man and stay in your "neck of the woods". When you got away from the person who made these comments, you just rolled your eyes and said,

"Well what does he know? That old shit has nary a business bone in his body. Old hick."

Arvin overheard your personal pep talk and said,

"Umm little girl?"

"JESUS CHRIST." you said, startled.

"I'm so sorry it's just you were yelling and I thought you were hurt, my apologies" Arvin said.

You looked him up and down and immediately knew he would be a perfect pawn to get what you need.

"It's okay." You said with a smirk on your face.

Arvin began to walk away when suddenly, you blurted out:

"Hey listen. How would you like an opportunity to make money and get out of this shit town?"

Arvin stopped dead in his tracks but he didn't turn around:

"And how would I do that? Selling Girl Scout Cookies?" Arvin asked. You could hear the bemusement mixed with genuine interest in his voice.

You chuckled. This wasn't the first time you had been underestimated because of your size.

"Not quite. See I'm fixing to start a business and buy a house but I can't do that since I'm-" you pointed to your skin.

"I don't know little girl sounds like a big ask for someone so small." Arvin chuckled

"Listen here Mister, I am 20 and a LEGAL adult just like you. I may sure as hell be damn small but these dreams and the money I'll cut you will be bigger than the fattest man alive, so what do you say?" you said.

"What are we selling? Arvin said, interested.

"Teas, coffee, specialized refreshments." You smiled.

"You really think people want that?" Arvin said.

"Well not these people, that's why I said we're getting out of here. Now come on, I'll let you taste the product." You said pulling Arvin's arm.

6 months later:

"It says here, we need to be married in order to get the house and the storefront." Arvin said.

"Nice try, pal." You said, believing it but not wanting it to be true.

"Business partners don't lie to each other, darlin' " Arvin said with a smirk.

Over the past 6 months, Arvin had taken a liking to you. You were ambitious, pretty, outspoken, goal driven and not a bad cook either. You two always had moments where it felt like you would kiss but you never did. So Arvin convinced himself that you were off limits.

"Alright fine, I know a chapel we can go to." You said begrudgingly.

"Actually?" Arvin didn't think you'd go this far for what you wanted but in a way, he was kind of happy you did go this far.

"Yes Actually now stop wasting time and get dressed." You said.

"Yes ma'am" Arvin called.

When you two arrived at the chapel, You saw your preacher. It was nice to know that this man who had known you since you were in diapers, is marrying you off. Admittedly, you wished it was with someone whom you had loved for years.

Once he married you off, the next stop was your parents house:

"ABSOLUTLEY NOT. UNDER NO SURCOMSTANCES WILL I ALLOW THIS. HOW DARE THIS THING COME IN MY HOUSE AND TELL ME THAT HE WANTS TO MARRY MY Y/N." Your dad said.

"Daddy I'm sorry, It's all for the house and store. I promise."

"FIND ANOTHER WAY." Your dad said.

"Daddy, this is the way. I'll finally be able to take care of you and momma." you said almost tearing up. You haded when he would yell at you.

"I just don't want you to be unhappy." Your dad said.'

"Than let me marry Arvin and get us out of this place." you said through tears.

"Okay baby. If this is what you need to do then do it." Your dad said begrudgingly.

You hugged your momma and oveheard your dad telling Arvin that he would kill him if he tried anything. You went upstairs, packed a bag, and left. Arvin did the same and both of you were off to New York.

1 year later

You and Arvin had just gotten the title to the store and you couldn't be happier. Arvin was falling more and more in love with you as the days went on. You found out a lot about him too, like he had shot a preacher that drove his sister to suicide, how he almost became a victim of these serial killers, and so forth. You were still sleeping in different "beds"(Arvin sleeping on a sofa):

"You sure, country boy? I don't mind sleeping on the couch. I could fit a lot better." You asked genuinely concerned for his wellbeing on that sofa.

"Ladies get the better bed. Besides, It's comfy enough." Arvin said. You realized that Arvin would never tell you if he was in pain or sick or anything about himself really. You had to pry into him to figure out the serial killer story.

You caught yourself staring at Arvin more and more. You never noticed how veiny his arms were or how big his biceps were. He was incredibly protective over you(even though you didn't need it) and he was incredibly strong, like he lifted a 100lb bag of coffee beans over his shoulder like it was nothing. It was safe to say you were starting to fall for him but this is what made you 100% head-over-heels for him:

One cold night in December, you were shivering in the bed. You had woken up from a nightmare and desperately needed to go back to sleep because you had a meeting the next day. You saw Arvin tossing on the couch and decided you couldn't take it anymore:

"Hey Arvin?" you asked as gently as possible

"What's the matter, Y/n?" he asked groggily.

"Uhm, I'm cold." You said sheepishly.

"What do you want me to do about that?" Arvin asked with a smirk on his face. He knew exactly what you wanted, he just wanted to hear you say it.

"You're really gonna make me say it?" you said half embarrassed, half jokingly.

"Mhm. If you want it that badly." Arvin said smugly.

"Arvin can you sleep with me?" You said regretfully.

"What's the magic word?" He said now with a full grin.

"Pleeeeaaaassseeee?" You said.

"Good Girl." He said. This sent butterflies through your body.

You two got in the bed and he brought the blanket from the couch. You snuggled up to him and he planted your face in his neck.

"Is this gonna become a daily thing, darlin'?" Arvin asked.

"I don't know. Do you want it to become a daily thing?" You replied.

"I don't mind." He said.

[wesimpforxiao]

Say My Name and I’ll Be There: 8.2; Lantern Rite Part 1

You never had the chance to push Childe for answers on his vague statement, even after the two of you arrived in Liyue on the afternoon of the Lantern Rite.  It was as busy as you remembered, though it was nothing compared to how it would be once the sun set.  You weren't new to the festival, as you had gone a few times with Granny when you were a child, but that was a long time ago.  You were around twelve years old the last time you had joined the festival.

Being here again was like a breath of fresh air.  

It was a shame that breath of fresh air turned stale when Childe continued to prod at you.  "So, ojou-chan, what will you be doing after dark?"  He had intentionally turned it into a suggestive question, his smug brow raising slightly even after you glared daggers at him.

"I'm going to walk around, of course," you replied without giving him an inch.  "And I'm going to find Aether and Zhongli, too."

"Oh? Aren't you forgetting someone?"

"What I do in my free time is none of your business," your jaw tightened.  "You, Tartaglia, are literally a child.  Why don't you step aside and let your elders do what they want?  I am older than you, you know."

"I see you've picked up Signora's attitude," he moped and finally dropped the subject.

Perhaps you had, even though you hated her with all your life force after the trick she pulled at Angel's Share.  Even so, you couldn't help but bite the harbinger that fed you after he made strange offhanded comments about his own behavior, or his self-proclaimed 'apology' gift, or the way he held you the first time you felt Xiao's suffering.  You still couldn't figure out what was going on with him, and quite frankly, you could care less.  That's what you told yourself, anyway.

Was he an ally or an enemy?

"Earth to Mezzetin."  He rudely poked at your forehead.  "Is everything alright?  You've been obnoxiously loud all day and now you're quiet."

"You do realize you're equally as obnoxious?"  You met his eyes head-on after pulling away from your thoughts.  "I'm hungry."

"Ah, thought so.  Here," he handed you a heavy sack of mora without warning.  "I'll be at Northland Bank if you need anything."

"Eh? That's it?"  You watched him begin to walk off, expecting much more of a threat to your life if you so much as thought about running.

"You said it yourself ojou-chan, you're an adult," he called out over his shoulder.  "I'd expect you to act like one in these circumstances."

"Wha--!"  You scoffed at his shrinking figure as he climbed the stairs to the Snezhnayan bank.  "Ugh, whatever." Your gaze fell to the mora pouch in your hands.  Maybe I'll stop by the funeral parlor first and find Zhongli.

When you did, the archon paled at the sudden surprise appearance.  "How did you find yourself in Liyue Harbor?"  He scanned your body as if you were to be handled with care.  "I was under the impression you would remain at Zapolyarny Palace until further notice.  How did you happen to gain the Tsaritsa's trust so quickly?"

"Eh, you'll have to ask Childe that."  You didn't notice Zhongli's eyes narrow with contempt.  "He won't tell me why they decided to have me accompany him here," you answered without skipping a beat.  Though the archon was certainly thrown off guard, the two of you appeared to start right where you had left off like none of the events in the past two months had ever occurred in the first place.  It was refreshing to be with a friendly presence again, and you sighed in relief, hiding a wince from the sharp pain in your ribcage.

The movement didn't go unnoticed by Zhongli.  "Ah, yes...Allow me to brew you some tea.  The leaves I've gathered recently have exceptional pain-relieving qualities, though they don't compare to that of Xiao's medications--"

"How is he?"  Your interruption stopped the man in his tracks.  "Is he okay?"  If Zhongli knew you were feeling Xiao's pain, that meant the yaksha had been in contact.

"He's as well as he can be, given the circumstances he's been burdened with.  Do not worry yourself with him.  Please, take a seat."

You watched Zhongli's graceful movements as he prepared a kettle and brought the water to a boil, dropping the leaves in when it was hot enough.  You were oblivious to the thoughts that ran through his mind as he sent a wry smile your way.

That day, I made a grave miscalculation, Zhongli thought back to the group's encounter with Childe in Fontaine.  A guilty sigh escaped his lips as he poured the tea into two ceramic teacups.

.....................

Deception.  Maybe Zhongli was a little too good at playing the part of an innocent bystander, if he had succeeded in fooling Aether not once, but twice.  But this route would be the only way to ensure yours and Xiao's sanity...The archon grit his teeth as he parried Childe's relentless blows in the pouring rain.  The harbinger didn't hold back even though this was all for show.

How long did the fighting go on? Twenty minutes? Thirty?  An hour?  Childe gave the signal to Zhongli as he summoned his fifth and final narwhal using the rain that fell around them.  Most of the group was worn out from constantly changing tactics as the harbinger switched between his vision and delusion.  Childe was so much stronger than the first time he faced off with Aether...but so was Aether.  Zhongli understood the only way to make this plan work would be to sacrifice his two closest allies in one way or another.

"Retreat!"  Zhongli gave the order and an exhausted trio followed it without question.  Well, except for Aether.

"We can't leave Xiao!"

.................

He had hoped he gave Xiao the push he needed to seal the bond, but it apparently was not enough..."Here is your tea," he placed the teacup in front of you before sitting at the opposite end of the table.  "Tell me, have they remained true to their word and put an end to your experiments?"

You blew at your steaming cup before taking a small sip.  "Yeah...They've already begun testing on Fatui agents, but every single one of them dies.  It's funny, actually.  Dottore still can't figure out the correct ratio for my blood.  I've watched hundreds die."

"And how are you?"

That question was loaded, but you swallowed the nervous chuckle that had bubbled in your throat.  "I'm just glad to be so close to home." To him, you meant, even if the two of you never actually met up during your stay here.  Your eyes trailed to the window, and Zhongli noticed the sadness in the depths of your gaze as you watched people decorate the buildings with xiao lanterns.

"Xiao will be especially busy today, fighting off the demons that rise from the festivities," he answered your looming question.  "But I am sure he would find the time to meet you if he knew you were here."

"You know, I hold most of his memories, but I can never seem to know what he's thinking."  Your low voice captured the archon's attention again after a few silent minutes.  You were saying it more to yourself than to spark a conversation, eyes still gazing out the window.  "Maybe I am chasing after a fruitless dream."

"Your love for Xiao is strong."

"Eh?" Your head snapped back to the present moment.  "H-how did you--did he--?"

Your flustered composure drew out a low chuckle from Zhongli, and he set his teacup aside.  "I've lived for six thousand years; I know a thing or two about human concepts and emotions.  The entire group has known for quite some time."

"I was that obvious?" An insane amount of heat rose to your cheeks and you buried your face in your hands.  "So did he know before I...?"

"Xiao may be a few thousand years old, but he understands humans less than I do.  I can confidently say you caught him off guard."

You peeked out from behind your fingers.  "Hm?"

"It is not my place to say anything more on the matter," his lips tugged into a friendly grin as he brought the teacup to his lips once again.  "But I would not call it a 'fruitless' dream."

.................

The lanterns that lit the streets of Liyue illuminated the bustling crowds of people that were focused on getting food, souvenirs, and lanterns that were to be released later that evening.  You had parted ways with Zhongli in an effort to find Aether, with no luck in locating the boy even after nightfall.  Despite this, you navigated the festival alone in hopes of running into him as you eyed the food stalls.

That is, until the voices grew louder.  You swayed on your feet from the unexpected wave of nausea that overcame you, and grabbed onto one of the support beams next to the stairs.  Xiao was fighting something again, wasn't he?  You had felt the damned creep up on you as the day progressed, but nothing prepared you for the jarring pains that were too similar to the first time you had felt this side effect.  You nearly puked from the overwhelming sensation, coughing into your hand only for it to be splattered with blood.

Not again, you stared in horror as you hastily blinked away the splotches in your vision.  A quick glance around confirmed that there were children in the immediate vicinity, and you didn't want to scar them with the sight of you on what was supposed to be a happy night.  Your eyes flit to the distant building that housed the Northland Bank, and you were determined to make it there even if it was a bit too far for you to walk at the moment.

You stumbled through the crowd on unsteady feet and shallow breath until you bumped shoulders with a boy and tripped.  "Ngh!"  The impact worsened your dilemma, and your eyes caught those of the person you ran into.

"Sorry!  Wait, are you okay, ma'am?"  The white-haired boy retracted his outstretched hand and instead knelt at your side to offer his shoulder.  "You..."  This energy....could it be that I can finally...?

"U-um, excuse me."  You struggled to your feet and tried to make your way to the bank again.  This time you were immediately halted by the boy.  

"Ma'am, are you by any chance experiencing paranormal activity?"  His hard gaze made you hold your breath without realizing.  When he saw your eyes flash as if someone had held a lantern to your face, his grip on your shoulder loosened ever so slightly.  "My name's Chongyun.  I'm an exorcist.  Do you mind if we speak in private?"

He brought you to the docs, which were a little less crowded than the main area of the harbor.  Chongyun watched as you sat down and steadied your breathing while attempting to sneakily wipe away the blood that dripped from the corner of your mouth.  

I finally haven't scared them off, the boy thought as he stared at you in wonder.  Why now, though?  "Ma'am, can you tell me what's going on?"

"I-I appreciate your concern," you ground your teeth together while another wave of pain consumed you, "but I d-don't need your help."

"When did you start feeling this way?"  Chongyun sat with his legs crisscrossed in front of you, and summoned a deck of cards from his pocket.  Anger boiled as you watched him shuffle them in his hands and set them in the space between you one at a time.

"I wouldn't do that," you growled while your thoughts grew hazy.

"Don't worry, this won't hurt you."  He started mumbling some sort of incoherent verses before flipping one of the cards.

"I said DON'T!"

Chongyun caught your hand before it could swipe the cards away from the pier's surface, and he locked eyes with you.  He took a deep breath before speaking as if you were the one agitating him.  "Those are the evil spirits talking.  I can tell you're not that far gone.  Sit patiently, and I can help you."

You blinked for a moment and regained some control over yourself, relaxing your shoulders once he let go of your wrist.  "What is it you're trying to do?"

"Purge evil; it's my job.  We exorcists have protected Liyue for generations," he flipped another card over, noting your tension rising again before dying down.  Whatever he was doing with those cards seemed to piss off the voices in your head.

"Like adepti?"  You grimaced when he replaced one of the cards with another.  

"Yes, much like the Guardian Yaksha of Liyue," he replied calmly while testing your reaction with another card.  "I have much respect for him, but--"

"Xiao?  Have you seen him?"  Your hand burned when you grabbed his, but you ignored it once you caught his attention.  "Have you seen him recently?"  

"You know him by name?"  Chongyun was as confused as you were.  "That's odd, I thought we were the only ones who--"

"Hey!"  A high-pitched voice interrupted the conversation, and the two of you turned your heads toward the sound.  Paimon was flying towards you, Aether running right behind her.  "What are you doing here?! Are you okay? Did you escape? Did you kick Childe's butt?"

"I--" Aether stopped himself from hugging you when he saw the dried blood on your hand, his relieved smile fading into a concerned frown as his feet came to a halt.  "...Are you okay?"

"You know each other?"  Chongyun looked between the trio and summoned a new set of cards.  These ones held terrifying symbolism of demonic entities you didn't wish to know the name of, and he placed them over the other ones that sat on the ground.

"Ngh!"  A hand covered your eye in an attempt to put pressure against a sharp pain.  "You can't help me! Enough of this!"

"...W-what's wrong with her?"  Paimon trembled slightly when she heard the uncharacteristic aggressiveness in your voice.  "Is she...possessed?!"  

"Not quite," Chongyun returned his eyes to you in deep thought.  "I've never seen this before..."

"Wait, your positivity didn't scare them off?"  Aether suddenly looked a lot more concerned, and he moved so that he sat beside you.  Chongyun scared every spirit away...if that didn't happen this time, it must've been a bad sign.  "What happened to you in Snezhnaya?"  His voice was a mix of both guilt and anger.

"Zhongli didn't tell you?"  It took all your strength not to attack the three of them as Chongyun put another card down.  

"The group went their separate ways after you..." Aether shook his head and put a hand on your shoulder when he noticed the malice in your stare.  "What did Childe do to you?"

"It's just another side effect," you growled and pushed his hand off.  "I'm not possessed like this guy is saying."

"Is this true?" Paimon's skepticism antagonized you further, but you bit your tongue.

"We should take you to Zhongli," Aether pulled you to your feet without hearing your objections.  If your words were accurate, then there was no way the exorcist could help.  "Sorry, Chongyun!  She'll be fine!"

"W-Wait! Ah-"  Chongyun already lost them in the sea of people that were getting ready to release their lanterns.  It was almost time to fill the sky with the light of human prayers and wishes to the adepti.

..............

Once out of Chongyun's vicinity, the voices dispersed as if nothing had happened.  "What the hell--"  Your confused grumblings caught the attention of Aether as he guided you through the crowd.  "This is so stupid."

"So you're able to feel Xiao's mental distress?"  He glanced back at you for a brief moment once he figured out what he had witnessed.  "At least now, he has someone that can understand a little bit of what he's going through, right?"

"I don't know," interjected Paimon.  "Didn't Zhongli say the yakshas fell one by one from karma?  Wouldn't feeling Xiao's karma kill you?"

"Probably."  Your uninterested answer brought both of them to look at you, only to find that your eyes were surveying the crowd with expectation--or was it hope?  Your companions exchanged knowing, but glum glances.

"He won't be here."

Aether's words went through one ear and out the other.  "Yes he will."

"Um...Paimon doesn't think so.  Xiao doesn't like crowds, remember?"  You were so different than a few months ago...Each sound seemed to startle you or make you wince, and you had a peculiar distant look in your eyes.  Your friends were growing more and more concerned about you.

Xiao, I'm here, you called out in your heart, not fully aware of it.

..........................

Coming up:  A long-awaited reunion.  The fears of a yaksha.  A display of trust.

[karasunology]

⸙ ˚₊ ➷ BOKUTO KOUTARO BEING A DAD HEADCANONS! ❞

✎ . . . will you please write about oikawa, bokuto, and sugawara as dads?? :>

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ bokuto koutaro <3

[ trigger warnings ━ slight manga spoilers !! ]

✎ . . . DAD HEADCANONS.

[ SUGAWARA KOUSHI & OIKAWA VERSION. ] [ MIYA ATUSMU VERSION. ] [ KUROO TETSURO & KOZUKE KENMA VERSION. ] [ IWAIZUMI HAJIME VERSION. ]

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . no thoughts, head and heart full of bokuto koutaro

BOKUTO KOUTARO.

➜ bokuto wanted to have a baby with you

➜ that's it that's the tweet thank you for reading😌💅

➜ i'm kidding don't leave, i have abandonment issues

➜ just like oikawa, kou ─ your husband, has gotten baby fever and it wasn't going down any minute until bb boy gets his way

➜ phew, i'd let him get his way with me✋😳

➜ bokuto was great with kids, always playing around with them in a park as if he was one of them, and both of you knew that

➜ and when bokuto sees that you're also good with kids, mans knew he wanted to build a family with you

➜ he wanted not just one, because seeing what both of you created taking in different forms and pieces of their parents would leave him so proud

➜ would very much take it as a sign from the universe saying to him that the both of you were meant to be patents

➜ the day he lets you awknowledge his little daydream, was when the both of you were sitting down on the coach re-watching his match last week after babysitting one of your guys' friend's kid

➜ mans couldn't TAKE IT ANYMORE

➜ the way you coo at the child, you cooked with the child and just the way you tenderly supported the kid with your arms as you helped him reach a toy from the shelf

➜ and of course, you accepted it; there wasn't any other man other than kou that you wanted to start a family with

➜ let's just say mans wanted to make one right then and there after you confessed to him that you wanted to start a family with him as well

➜ and y'all did just that💀

➜ after receiving the news of your pregnancy, bokuto has never been more happy, aside from those times he won a match on nationals and, well ─ marrying you

➜ but in the white noise of excitement and joyfulness, there was a lingering thought and it was terrifying; what if he doesn't make enough time for both you and his child because of volleyball? will he have to take a break from it? would your child love him?

➜ bokuto was now down to emo mode just with the thought of your guys' children hating him

➜ and when the thoughts became to unbearable, he contacts akaashi.

“ bokuto-san, ” koutaro could tell akaashi was thinking about it before saying something,

“ you're one of the best men i know that's good with children; don't waste your time sulking about nonsensical what if's, when the present is right there in front of you ”

➜ akaashi was, to say the least, your one of your children's godfather.

➜ but the day your babies was going to arrive, it was as if your husband had a switch and unlike the usual ─ he was the one supporting you

➜ he held your hand, squeezing them to let you be aware that he's right there by your side, knowing that you needed all the support right now and he gave it to you

➜ tenfolds the support you gave him

➜ and when be first saw the first triplet being born, he knew right there that he fell in love once again, but with the child he has co-produced with the love of his life !!

➜ i just wanted to say that y'all's kids are NIGHT OWLS, literally, gets the biggest bursts of energy at ungodly hours

➜ koutaro would still get anxious and terrified, but there was something about your triplets that puts him at ease ─ like, one thing he'd be doubting himself and then the next thing, he'd be all fuzzy inside when his three triplets just looked like a litter of puppies asking for his attention on his lap

➜ and he'd just, revert back to reality seeing how blessed he was and stopped doubting himself and just live in the present

➜ EYE ─ I'M SO SOFT I CAN'T😭✋

“ now say dada ” he encouraged the little sunshines on his lamp as a youthful giggle serenated from his son's lips

“ dawa ─ ” the baby tried to copy his words, before shreiking of laughter when kosuke saw the defeated look on his father's face, somehow bringing him joy

➜ while his baby girl, kouzumi, was peacefully attached to him as the most interesting in her golden eyes were his hair ─ attempting to reach her arms to his hair, making grabby arms

➜ after a few months, you've noticed how much your triplets were in sync with their father ─ all together, being balls of sunshine

“ you've been trying for hours kou, take a break. ” you laugh, as you looked up from the book you were holding seeing your husband housing an offended look, and of course ─ a weird sound, a scoff? you didn't know, until, your other son imitated him

➜ almost perfecting the one he made

➜ and bokuto was ECSTATIC

“ hONEY, HONEY, OH MY GOD DID YOU HEAR THAT? ” he squealed, as his son imitated his sound again

“ he's responding to me !! ”

“ dO IT AGAIN KOSUKE ” he says as he takes out his phone

➜ the type of father to do the peek-a-boo game with his triplets and doing it perfectly as they're just enamured by his father as if he was doing some avada kedevra shit 😭🗿

➜ hey queen!! 🙆👑 GIRL, YOU HAVE DONE IT AGAIN, CONSTANTLY RAISING📈📉 THE BAR🔝 FOR US AND DOING IT F L A W L E S S  L Y

➜ the type of father that would never miss any important moments with his children, even though he's a busy with volleyball especially since it's his profession

➜ the type of father that has too many videos of his children on his phone saying papa in different ways, trying to imitate him, first steps, first laugh & JUST EVERYTHING

➜ has a whole usb of his children, three folders for each of them

➜ has a whole ass frame of his daughter's drawing from five years old of him and her and he would NOT let anyone touch it other than him and maybe you when you when you need to dust off the frames because it's getting too dusty

➜ you guys would always be there to support him no matter what, either in the stands of at home

➜ but when you guys do visit his games and cheer him on, MANS WILL BE UNSTOPPABLE

“ mommy !! look, daddy's coming ” kaoru, the youngest of your triplets, tugged softly on your coat

➜ you smiled as you saw your husband running up to you and your kids after his matches as a few reporters, in respect, stood a few meters away from you guys, taking kosuke on his right arm, the other with kaoru and on top of his shoulders was kouzumi tugging on her father's spiked hair she could never seem to get over with

“ ahH ─ my hair baby girl, you're kinda hurting daddy ” koutaru laughed as your daughter tried processing his words before wrapping her arms around his head softly to not fall off a small gasp escaping her lips

“ i'm sowry for hurting you daddy! ” she exclaimed as her brothers tried telling her off while the reporters just watched in awe at her

“ don't hurt daddy just because he lets you on top of there ─ ” kosuke scolded her, slightly jealous that she had the highest view

“ ─ yeah! ” your youngest vigorously nodded his head as he agreed to his brother, both obviously pouting that she had the chance to be ontop of their father's shoulders

“ uh kou, i can take them now since there's a few people wanting to interview you. ” you offered as you jerked your head onto the reporters directions smiling at them

“ oh no ma'am !! it's alright, we also kinda wanted to interview your children as well, since a lot of netizens are curious about them, seeing them everywhere on his socials. ”

➜ you guys agreed as they start asking you guys questions, but more to the triplets as they responded cutely, their identical amber eyes looking at them like an owl in curiousity

➜ JUST IMAGINE THREE ADORABLE OWL LOOKING KIDS HANGING ON TO THEIR MOTHER OWL AND BOKUTO JUST LOOKS LIKES A MONKEY BAR LMAO

➜ like these kids just attached to him lmao

➜ but there are times where he has to go on tournaments, training camps, olympics & probably photoshoots/commercials ngl and these three owls he left in your care are in EMO MODE LMAOO😭✋

➜ they got it from their dad, and you were now stuck with three emo bokutos but times three

➜ wow multiplication

➜ when she's a mathematician😍

➜ but bokuto would honestly also miss his children clinging to him for dear life

➜ like they would never be separated without having facetime calls every five hours

➜ but your kids understood that he has other things to do and theg try not to complain that much for your sake

➜ your kids are actually sweethearts okay 🥺

➜ when they grew up, his sons were still attached to him but they weren't as clingey as when they were in their childhood days ─ but your daughter phew, your daughter used to be the clingiest of them all and now it's just none, nonexistent, vanished, obliviated, avada kedevra LMAO

➜ like you know how teenagers be

➜ and your husband was DEPRESSED ABOUT IT

➜ his bb girl won't touch his hair anymore :(

➜ his bb girl won't be a little girl no more :(

➜ especially when kouzumi starts having boyfriends😭 MANS WAS SAD THAT THERE ARE ALREADY BOYS OTHER HIM IN HER LIFE

➜ it felt as if it wasn't even yesterday that kouzumi said that she don't need no prince, she'll be both a fucking princess and knight in shinning armor

➜ ugh periodt💅

➜ and koutaro's nows just like

“ WHERE DID ALL THAT TALK GO ?? ”💀💀💀

➜ ALSO BOKUTO GIVES THE BEST ADIVCES NO CAP

➜ gives volleyball advices, relationship advices better than u could ever

➜ this is getting too long but, even if some of his kids may not show it anymore, they still love their father so much and won't let anyone replace him because he's basically the ace of their hearts.

[murderousginger]

You Don’t Want A Nice Man

Michael Gray x reader

Warnings: Sass. Alcohol. They’re criminals guys, they do bad things.

Word count: 2,452

Note: This is for @blinder-secrets prompt. It was too hard not to make an entire fic. She sent: could i request some Michael angst with “Don't you ever do that again” and “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?” love u. I hope this makes you bark. I’m not sorry. Not one bit.

"Stop being so childish about this," he scoffed. 

Your fork that had been pushing your food around your plate during the entire conversation froze as your head shot up to look at the man in front of you. 

"You don't want a scene, Michael?" You dangerously chirped.

His blue eyes were cold and steady as his jaw ticked. You smirked as his eyes widened for a split second. The tables around you hushed and other guests glanced furtively in your direction. You dropped your fork onto your half-eaten plate with a loud clang. 

"You expected me to be docile," you sneered as you pushed back from the table, "that you could take me to a nice dinner and tell me--"

"(Y/N)--"

"I don't want anything serious--" you mocked his voice.

"(Y/N), darling--"

"And I'd fold like a deck of cards. Like I'd be happy being with the decadence of the snow and the nights out--"

"Hush your voice," he demanded as he glared at you and threw his napkin onto the table. "You're making a scene."

"You're telling me I'm just a good time for now and not worthy enough to date the great Michael Gray," you pouted angrily as you crossed your arms. 

You seethed and shook with anger. A child. He sighed and ran his tongue along his teeth. 

"Look," he said as he leaned forward and stretched his hand out, gesturing for your hand. When you didn't move, he sat back up in his chair. 

"We're young," his jaw worked as if he chewed on his words, "I'd hate to tie you down with false promises of a ring if all we're doing is a bit of fun."

"A bit of fun," you hissed as your eyebrows shot up and your mouth went slack. "You've no problem tying me down the past month."

"(Y/N)," he sighed again as he rolled his eyes.

"No," you stood and gathered your things, refusing to meet his eyes. "I'd hate to tie you down with this dinner. Goodnight, Michael."

You quickly walked away, clutching your purse to you as you walked to the front and asked the host to call you a car. The host dipped his head and murmured his platitudes before he left to the back to make the call. 

You shuffled in place, fighting yourself if you should look behind you or not. Curiosity got the better of you and you quickly looked up at the table you left to see Michael watching you intently. His elbow rested on the table, a lit cigarette held between his fingers as he stared you down. Smoke lazily left his lips to be inhaled through his nose. 

He had a way of looking down on people, on making them feel small. He was looking at you like that now. Like you were no longer worth his time. You shivered. 

"Ma'am," the host said as he touched your elbow. "There is a car for you outside, let me walk you."

"Thank you, sir," you answered softly, allowing him to turn you toward the door and lead you away. 

----

It had been nearly two weeks since the dinner and you had hidden yourself away, refusing to go out in fear of seeing him. 

You had met in your favorite club, and although London wasn't small, you had your favorites and he knew almost all of them. The few weeks you had seen each other had been filled with you showing him your favorite hidden gems, and Michael taking you to places he thought would astound you. His every choice was more extravagant than the next. 

The drugs, the alcohol, the places; they were all a blur of long nights of laughter and Michael's warm hands roaming your body. You hadn't cared where he took you, or the dresses he brought you before dinner -- always  wrapped neatly in a box with a bow tied around it, under the crook of his arm -- his warm smile that cleared away the cobwebs of the passive brooding look he always seemed to have. 

You thought it meant something. Obviously you were wrong. No matter, it was time to move on. 

There was a man who had been interested in you for ages but you had always smiled and brushed off. He was nice enough but you were always more interested in someone else. You finally agreed to have dinner and drinks with him tonight. 

Henry was everything Michael was not. When Michael was quiet, Henry was loud. Michael was a businessman that enjoyed nice places. Henry was a worker with rough hands that snagged your dress when he guided you through your favorite club to your seat at an empty table. 

"Nice place," Henry yelled as his dark eyes bounced around the loud room and all its inhabitants. 

He took a chair and moved it beside yours as he dropped into it beside you like a bag of potatoes, his big arm circling your chair as he leaned in to talk over the music. 

"What can I get you darlin'?" He asked. "Gin?"

"Whiskey, neat," you smiled as his eyes widened. 

"Yes ma'am," he whistled before he waved a waitress over. 

Talking with Henry was easy. There were no games and the conversations were always very plain. You could breathe without feeling like one move would give him the upper hand. It was nice but not exactly thrilling. 

He was a comfort, a relaxing night reading a book by a fireplace. Michael was a roaring bonfire in the pitch black, the way his eyes flickered through the calm expression masked on his face, only revealing the tics of real emotion he felt as the mask slipped. He still haunted you. You still wanted him.

After a few drinks, you relaxed. Henry leaned you into his side as you both watched the stage as the band roared a tune. You felt restless, sitting as the room grew raucous, so you twisted and grabbed his arm that rested around your back. 

"Dance with me," you laughed and pulled him to his feet as he protested. 

You pouted and he relented, both going into the middle of the dance floor. The room felt hot as you both danced together in the pit of bodies writhing to the music. Your laugh carried as you pressed against him, his rough hands along your hips. You continued through two, three, four songs. 

The band finally relented and played a slower tune. Henry pulled you close as he panted, sweat appearing along his temple from trying to keep up. 

"Excuse me," a deep voice broke your trance. "May I cut in?"

Your head shot up to see Michael, his un-calloused hand reaching for your elbow, a smirk on his face. Henry's face was twisted into a scowl as he looked at the pin-stripe suit beside him. Your face slacked in surprise. 

"We're in the middle of a date, pal," Henry protested, smacking Michael's hand out of the air before he could touch you. 

"What does (Y/N) have to say?" Michael said as he looked at you, completely ignoring Henry. 

"Do you know this guy, (Y/N)?" Henry asked as his eyes danced between you both. 

You pressed your lips together, frozen in place between these two men in the middle of the dance floor. Henry's face was confusion and anger, sputtering and growing red on his ears and neck. Michael was perfectly collected, his gaze on you steady as if he already knew your answer but required you to say it so Henry would know, too. Amusement glimmered in his eyes as your breath caught in your throat. 

"Henry, give us a minute alone, yeah?" You said, a tight smile spreading across your face as you looked between the men. "Get me a drink and I'll be right over."

Both men froze at your words, confusion etched across their brows before Michael's face returned to a smirk and he reached out for you again, gently prying you from Henry's grip. You let him swing you away from your date, his hands placed firmer than Henry's on your back, but your dress not catching under his grip. His other hand laced his fingers with yours and he pulled you in as your date stomped toward the bar, his face red with embarrassment and anger. 

"You looked bored," Michael said flatly as he looked through you to the other dancers. "Thought I could interject."

"Henry is a perfectly nice man," you spat. 

"But you don't want a nice man."

Your eyes widened at his candor as he looked coolly at you. It wasn't a suggestion or a question. You opened your mouth to object but only choked on the air.

"You were angry at dinner," he said as his grip tightened on your waist and his eyes wandered away again. "I'll forgive the scene this once."

You tensed as if he slapped you as his words ran you cold. 

"Excuse me?" You said through gritted teeth. 

"You're forgiven this once," he said as he spun you before he pulled you close again. "I don't like scenes."

His hand let go of yours and found your face, his thumb rubbing your cheek idly before his fingers squeezed the back of your neck and pulled you into a kiss. You were pliant, shock and adrenaline coursing through you. And lust. His tongue easily parted your lips and you were dazed; the softest moan echoed into his mouth. 

He pulled back and chuckled darkly as he kept his forehead to yours, one eyebrow cocked as the pad of his thumb pressed against your lips. 

"THAT'S MY DATE" Henry roared as he pushed through the dancefloor with his arm cranked back. 

Henry pushed you away roughly and slammed his fist into Michael's face. You screamed and stumbled back a few steps and the men hit the ground together. The crowd swallowed you as they circled the fight, pushing you away as both men yelled over the music. You hit a table and fell backward onto the floor as more people rushed forward. You scrambled onto your feet, hand to your mouth, and ran to the bathrooms. 

Fear jolted your body as you slammed the bathroom door behind you and sat on the floor as your heart raced. You didn't know what to do or what was even happening. You cradled your head in your hands and brought your knees up, pressing your forehead into them as you erupted into tears at the violence you just witnessed. Henry's brutality absolutely rocked you. You feared him, and for him. You had never seen Michael angry, but something in your gut told you that you never wanted to. 

You couldn't trust either of these men, you realized immediately. You had to get away. 

You clambered to your feet and tried to take a breath to pull yourself together. You looked yourself over in the mirror and expertly cleared the tears from your face without disrupting your makeup before you pulled at the door and walked back outside. 

The music had stopped and the room was loud with people talking over each other as you ran for the door. You refused to look, afraid to catch the eye of either men. Instead, you took the nearest available car outside of the club and asked the driver to take you to a little hole-in-the-wall bar neither knew about in hopes a drink and a calm atmosphere would hide you away long enough to calm your nerves. 

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A few hours later, and late into the night, you decided to finally make your way home. When you walked through your door, you froze when a shadow loomed larger than usual near the dining room table. You sighed as you realized who it was.

“Are you hurt?” you bit your lip as you shut the door and watched him lean forward in the chair from the dark shadows in the dining area.

“No.”

He placed a cigarette between his lips and struck a match. The flame illuminated the cuts and bruises along his face as the cherry glowed and he inhaled the tobacco. 

"Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

Michael's eyes roamed freely down your silhouette as he exhaled.

"Your friend Henry packed a punch," he said as he stood from the shadow and walked toward you in his rumpled suit. "But I won in the end."

Your eyebrow raised. 

"He's alive," Michael said as he brought the cigarette to his lips for another pull. "I doubt he'll answer your calls."

"Are you going to fight every man that looks at me?" 

You tensed, stamping down the urge to touch his bruised, cut up face. He stepped directly in front of you and your back hit the door behind you. He blew the smoke into your face as he pulled the cigarette away.

"No," he said. "Just the ones that touch you."

He placed a hand near your head on the door and leaned in to you as you stilled under him. 

"You were the one that said it was a bit of fun," your voice wavered as you stood in his shadow. You hated yourself a little for it. 

"I did," he brought the cigarette back to his lips and inhaled the smoke, idly watching you tremble in the silence as you waited. "I said I wasn't ready to tie down, not that you could date other men."

The edge in his tone sent you to shivers but the anger that bubbled in your chest won out. 

"If I'm not tied down you have no say, Mr. Gray," you challenged as you raised your chin in defiance. 

He left the cigarette in the corner of his mouth as his free hand rested firmly on your collar bone. His fingers traced it before he lightly squeezed the base of your throat. He leaned closer, softly rubbing his nose on yours.

"Mister," he rumbled. "I like that."

He pushed off of the wall and pulled the cigarette from his mouth. He dabbed it out on your door as he pressed closer, practically on top of you. The hand on your throat pressed up until he was holding your face, his thumb pushing your lips apart. His blue eyes danced between his thumb on your lips and your wide eyes. 

"Your heart is pounding," he growled. "But not from fear. You want to be a good girl. I can feel it."

You let out the smallest squeak as he brushed his lips across yours and traced his tongue along your bottom lip. He was right. God, was he right. 

“Don't you ever do that again.”

Masterlist

[bozowrites]

Dare to Care

Imagine

↳ There is always going to be a drift in society and no one can fix it. 

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki × Fem!Reader

TW: None.

Word Count: 1.7k

Part 1 // more to come...

A/n: I have a lot of asks but I got rlly inspired to write this last night. It’ll be multiple parts so if u actually like this u can be added to the taglist, just comment or dm me or whatever. Love you, darlings! 💞

In our society, there are separations whether we like them or not. There is absolutely nothing you can do about it. And that’s what sucks. I want nothing more than to patch up the hole that was put between us and them. To fix the broken world that we’ve come to call home. It isn’t home. Nowhere is home when all is broken around you, and I’ve come to terms with that.  

There are the heroes, the civilians and the villains. Then there’s the rich, the middle-class and the poor. Simple words can create a huge drift in society.  

Some think they are above others for the simple fact they have a title. A hero. A well-known hero that all love and adore. And then some rich think they are better for the reason is they have money; they have the power to do whatever they want because of that money. Money buys you the things you need, even love, apparently.  

I grew up to solely believe this. I was beneath them and they were above all. I worked for what I needed as they got handed their things on silver platters.  

My mother worked two jobs on minimum wage every day and made just enough to pass us buy. Some stood pretty for a camera and made thousands—millions even! It’s ridicules, really. Or, maybe, that's just jealousy speaking.  

All I want is to be known as someone for working hard and give my single, hard-working mom, a break. To rest and never stress again. To take care of her. To never let her fear of being too little for me. I want to be her hero.  

“How many times do I have to say it? I didn’t order the this.” The woman of high-class spoke rudely. “I’m sorry, ma'am, but that’s what the receipt and your waiter told me.” Her lips scowl and her growl is more evident. This restaurant is full of people like her. Spoiled brats. “Well your waiter is wrong!” I sighed, losing grip of my temper slowly.

“Perhaps, one of the men behind you ordered it,” I said slowly, gesturing to the three men in matching tuxedos behind her. “You did leave the table to talk with a friend, I do believe. Just enough time for one of them to order something behind your back.” My tone was impatient and I knew this was no way to act, but people like her hit all the wrong nerves.

“Are you using that tone with me? And disrespecting my brothers?!” The pit of anger in the bottom of my stomach started bubbling. She thought she was so much better because her dad owned some company and held high status. She didn’t, just her father. He made the life he did through his hard-work, she just feeds off his hard-earned prize.  

And that’s what disgusts me.  

“Dear, they need you in the kitchen, I’ll take care of the rest.” Miss Masmai said with a gentle hand on my shoulder. She always did that. When someone was angry or upset in any way, she put a hand on their shoulder and spoke with a gentle tone. She was this sweet lady, near her fifties, who worked alongside her brother in this restaurant.  

“Thank you, miss.” I gave a knowing nod and left to the kitchen. It was obvious my anger was rising and Miss Masami knew that. She always saw right through me. I don’t know how, though I wish I did.  

“L/n, get angry again?” My co-corkers always did that. I was known to get angry quickly. I’d accepted that a long time ago, though it doesn’t feel good hearing people say it constantly. “Shut it, Tsukishima.” The tall blonde only smirked and continued away at cooking.  

My body felt exhausted. It was hard being an adult. I knew that since I was just a little girl. I didn’t get to play house and make endless friends—no—I spent every night crying in bed, hearing my mom mutter through the thin walls of how to pay the bills, how to feed me, how to get through the next month. It was painful. I always felt the drift between society and me grow. My life became consumed by the thoughts of suffering and never getting by. I let my little mind think that money divided everyone, I still believe it. Most people I meet do too.  

“L/n, can I speak to you?” I glanced over to Mister Masami. He has this dark glare. Unlike his sister, he holds no patience and doesn’t believe in second chances. Because of his sister, and only because of her, I’ve lasted as long as I have. He says I have anger issues. I don’t. It’s my lack of social skills mixed with bottled up fear and frustration.  

“Mister Masami? How may I help you?” I asked nicely, though he and I both know it was forced. He and I were never on good terms. “You’ve reached your last straw, you’re fired. They are important people who visit nearly every week, and you disrespected them.” I scowled. “Fine. Have a nice day, Mister Masami.” As I take off the black apron and toss it at him, I muttered, “Asshole.” He doesn’t respond, but I know he’s biting his tongue to re-frame from doing so.  

As I leave through the backdoor, I can hear some co-workers chuckling and talking among themselves happily. I didn’t know if it was over my leave or for something completely different. It didn’t matter, really.

It’s nearly midnight when I finish my shift at the local café by my apartment. I work three jobs (well two now), never really having time to myself. That’s the life of a poor adult, I guess. When I reached the age to be able to work, I did. Mom didn’t like it, of course she didn’t, but it wasn’t up to her. I wanted to help. She needed my help.  

There’s a sudden cold chill in the air. I’ve walked this path a million times before and I’ve never had this fear to walk this way. The sudden uncomfortable atmosphere around me is frightening. I glanced around, only seeing the dark streets. There were only three lampposts here and each was dime, giving only small portions of light. Even the street lamps in this poor area sucked.  

“Fuck you heroes!” A voice shouted. I felt my whole-body shake. I've seen the news of villain attacks, but I’ve never been in the same area or around long enough to see the action.  

“And fuck you villains!” The supposed hero shouted back. I leant against the brick wall, trying to keep myself hidden. I could see flashes and hear the blasts close by. It was terrifying. The closer the sounds came, the more my body shook. I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire neighbourhood woke up, actually, I'd be surprised if the entire neighbourhood didn’t wake up.  

The sudden flashes are crossing my eyes. The small blasts of explosions and the loud voices are ringing in my ears louder. I can feel the heat created by each and individual explosion. I don’t know if it’s the villain or the hero’s quirk, but I didn’t plan on sticking around to find out.

I let my feet run to my apartment as fast as one can, but it wasn’t enough. A cold hand grabbed my arm. I knew it wouldn’t be the hero’s, why would it be? There’s this sudden cold object put to my neck and my vision is set to a blonde staring at the villain and myself with glaring eyes.  

“Let them go, villain.” The tone he sets is cold. I can tell he doesn’t care about me. I mean nothing to a high-status hero. All he wants is to keep his legacy as a hero clean. He saved another helpless civilian, all will say. Doesn’t make him good. There could be so many other things the press and public don’t know, but all they care to see is the heroism he displays. Makes me sick.  

“Why would I? I think her blood would look real good in my hands.” Her voice is chilling to the ear and I can feel the breaths she takes. Her fingers are digging into my waist and a knife floats midair in front of my throat. I hate every part of this. Her nails are long, making blood seep through the fabric of my clothes. I can feel the warmness against my skin. It’s not a lot, but enough to hurt.  

I don’t say anything through all the banter they shout at one another. I only stand there and stare at the hero. He doesn’t spare me a glance or show worry. It really says something about himself. He doesn’t care about no one but himself. Maybe I was getting ahead of myself, but I’ve come to read others through their small actions and words.  

I was so in my head; I hardly felt the gash against my cheek as the blonde hero took the villain down. My mind processed slowly as I saw him pick her off the ground, her mumbles inaudible.  

“You good?” There’s no sympathy in his voice. There’s no care or worry. It was nothing but hero intake. He has to, he was an idol to lots. And what kind of idol doesn’t ask the victim if they’re all right?  

I can only nod wordlessly. Both his and my stare are blank. He still has the villain in his grab, but there’s this shift in the atmosphere. I don’t know what it is, but I don’t take the time to question it.  

“You’re bleeding.” He said, voice rough and toneless. I touch the burning cheek. I didn’t feel the pain at the start, but the more I thought of it, the more it hurt. How did I get cut? When? Why? “Oh,” I see the blood on my fingers. My side begins to hurt too. I remember the nails and blood. I don’t think he knows and that doesn’t bother me.  

I shrugged and said, “Uh, thanks. Bye.” I turned, having nothing left to say. I know he’s staring at me. I can feel the burn of his eyes on my head. He’s probably questioning me silently.

Why didn’t I fawn over him? Why didn’t I praise him? Why didn’t I stay to speak?

Most heroes get so into it, they forget the reason they became a hero. To save people, they say at the start. But, in the end, they want the praise and only the praise. When they don’t get what they desire, things don’t always go well for those around them.  

[cherry-gemz]

Auld Lang Syne

Summary: NYE 1943 - Steve and Bucky set out for a night of double dates when plans with a serendipitous change.

Pairing: Steve x Peggy, Bucky x Missy (OC)

Word Count: 1432

Warning: PG, Fluff

A/N: I am participating in @yoursecretsmutblog​ writing challenge with Chris Evans. This is an a/u of Peggy x Steve, not staying true to their story line or that he's Cap. I may write a follow up? IDK Enjoy!

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December 31, 1943

Bucky inhaled the tobacco smoke through his Lucky Strike cigarette and released the end from his lips. He looked at himself in the mirror and rubbed out the butt in his ashtray. Last one for the night, he told himself. It was a New Year’s resolution to quit. His best friend Steve had been trying to get him to quit for months, but he had picked up the bad habit from his old man and just couldn’t see himself without one. But tonight would be different. New Year’s Eve was a night of endless possibilities and hope. He was single and hoping to find someone special. He would be headed out soon to Italy and wanted someone to return to, to keep him going when times would seem dire. He knew it was asking a lot considering he wasn’t always the most approachable or easy going guy. But tonight felt different, like fate would be on his side.

Steve nervously picked up his black fine tooth comb and pulled his brown hair through, skimming his large, slender fingers over and ensuring his hair was in place. Gently he placed it tucked away in the porcelain mug near his toothbrush and razor blade. He grabbed his cologne and ensured an appropriate amount was sprayed on sighed at his reflection in the mirror. Bucky had set him up on a blind date for New Year's and he was beside himself. For one, he was never great at the dating game. His nerves got the best of him. And two, well he was out with Bucky. He loved his best friend and would take a bullet for him. But Bucky had charisma, style, and confidence. Everything that Steve felt he lacked. So when he was told that he'd have a date for the momentous evening, he really wanted to make a good impression. He 

grabbed his money clip on the bathroom counter and left his apartment for the night. 

*

The Jazz Cat was filled to the brim of dancers and lovers. Music blared through the front door to the street and the two best friends waiting patiently outside to meet their dates. 

Bucky flicked his cigarette to the curb and Steve just shook his head in dismay. 

"It's not 1944 yet," Bucky stated and Steve chuckled with a nod.

"Where'd you meet these girls anyway?" Steve asked. His heavy Brooklyn accent was thick and Bucky nodded his head to a blond woman crossing the street in a green velvet dress.

"Don't worry about it," Bucky replied cockily and patted Steve's chest. 

The woman approached the men, "Hey Sugar," she smiled sweetly and Bucky kissed her on the cheek. 

"Hey Doll," he smiled. "Steve, meet Missy. Missy, this is Steve."

Missy looked Steve up and down and arched her brow in approval. 

"Now I feel extra bad about not holding my end of the bargain," she pouted. 

"Why's that? Where's Laurel?" Bucky looked around the street of passerby. 

Missy crinkled her nose, "Well uh, here's the thing. She had every intention on coming, but her ex showed up last minute and she decided to stay in with him…"

"What? Aw, doll!" Bucky lamented and looked to Steve. "Drat!"

"Hey…" Steve patted Bucky's shoulder. "You tried. Better she stayed home than saw me and ran, right?" Steve had to chuckle and Missy gave an apologetic look.

"Sorry, hun. But y'know, I bet there are a ton of ladies in there wishing you filled their dance card or something." 

"Heh yeah, it's okay. You know, maybe I'll just head on back…"

"What?! No way…" Bucky insisted. 

"No, it's good. I'll see you around, Buck. Missy, pleasure meeting you…" Steve said as a man and a woman with raven hair approached the front door to the club; and his heart felt like it stopped.

She wore a crimson red dress with a sweetheart neckline and her hair in pin curls framed her face beautifully. She glanced at him momentarily and quickly looked away as she held the man's hand, entering the club.

"Whoa, cat got your tongue, Steve?" Bucky smiled. 

"Um, I mean. I'm dressed up I guess. Wouldn't hurt for one drink?"

"One drink, huh?"

Steve coughed into his fist, "Yeah, one drink."

Missy looked confused between the two best friends but shrugged it off and grabbed Bucky's hand. 

"C'mon soldier, let's make it a night to remember," she purred as the boys followed her in. 

*

After a few hours had passed, many drinks in between, the threesome were enjoying each other's company. 

Steve couldn't find his mystery woman, not to his avail however. She just seemed to disappear. He looked around in the dark lit and packed club, Duke Ellington played a slow song and it seemed to change the ambiance all around. 

Bucky took Missy's hand in his and gave it a kiss to his lips, which made her giggle. As he led her to the dance floor, he nodded his head to Steve and he shrugged. No one peaked his interest like the woman he caught a glimpse of earlier before. Through the hours he people watched: couples embracing one another, first kisses, and everyone being merry. It didn't bother him though, he knew it would be hard starting something with someone considering what his future held. He, like Bucky would be shipped off soon and he would hate to leave things with someone untethered.

That is until the beauty that wouldn't leave his thoughts. She seemed to have bewitched him and as he drank the last of his whiskey, he leaned against the bar with his elbows and there she was. 

Only a few feet away; it was if time stood still. The bustle of the people and the clamoring of conversation blurred and melted in the background. He knew her. Not in real life, but in a dream. Her blue enigmatic eyes captured his attention. The way her cupid's bow peaked and the slight curve of her lips drew him in. He swallowed hard and blinked a few times.

She too was paralyzed in a trance with him and just as she was about to say something, a man approached her and interrupted their moment.

"Hey babe, c'mon let's go dance," the man said as he pulled her further away from Steve. Her mouth agape, still unable to say anything, but her feet planted into the ground. The man noticed her resistance and looked to Steve who now had strided over to her and the man. He breathed in, his eyes gazed into hers for that fleeting moment.

"Do you know this fella?" The man asked the mysterious woman.

"No...not exactly…" she finally replied. Her voice was soft and inviting, capturing Steve's heart. 

The man looked over Steve once again and placed his hand on his chest. Steve looked down and back at the woman who now seemed worried.

"Beat it, buster," the man growled to Steve. The woman pulled on his jacket sleeve insisting him to back off.

"John, don't," she pleaded. The man laughed and pushed Steve backward slightly. Steve's hair fell slightly out of place and he raked his hand through.

"Alright, alright," John chided. "Let's leave this loser." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the dance floor. She stumbled slightly, causing her to trip on her heels and Steve reached out to catch her.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked and she nodded.

John turned and yanked her arm again, but this time she quickly swung her hand up into the inside and then straight down to break the grip. John gave a perplexed look at her. 

"Peggy…" he said forcefully. 

"Don't touch me, John," she spat.

"Now see here, you're my date. I bought you dinner and drinks," John replied and pointed his finger at her.

"To which I thanked you for, but this is the end of our date," she stated.

"Excuse me?"

"Good night, John. Don't call me ever again," Peggy replied. 

"Yous think you're gonna just end things like that?" John snarled back.

"You heard the lady," Steve bellowed. 

John turned to Steve, he had about two inches over him, but it didn't worry him. 

"Who's this loser think he is?" John snapped.

"Someone who knows when to walk away from a fight," Steve replied as John glared at him.

Peggy pressed her manicured hand on John's chest. 

"None of that, or I'll make sure you live to regret the next thing you do tomorrow," Peggy added. John looked at her hand and then back at Steve. 

"Whatever. She's all yours man. She would have been a pain in my rear anyway. Almost cost me $15 tonight!" John said, attempting to jab at Peggy.

She shook her head as he left and disappeared into the sea of people.

Steve's eyes widened at the sight of her, His mouth agape at how she handled herself. 

Peggy pressed her index finger to his chin to close his mouth and smiled. 

"You'll catch flies with that hole," she snickered and Steve blushed. 

"Catch flies? I'm just...I'm just a loss for words," he croaked.

"You don't seem the type that talks much anyway," she said. "I'm Peggy."

"Steve," he replied and she held out her hand. He willingly accepted it and brought it in for a kiss. "Peggy," he repeated.

"Do you repeat everything that people say?"

"No ma'am, just trying to make sure you're real."

"Oh I'm as real as they come, soldier."

"I can see that," he laughed. 

"So how much longer do I have to wait for you to ask me to dance?"

Steve gulped, "Umm, you want to dance...with me?" 

"Thought you'd never ask," she replied as she took her small hand and held it with his. Steve felt a rush of excitement and energy shoot through his body at her touch. He clasped his fingers with hers and held tight as he led her to the dance floor.

[jayjade]

kth | amnesia |

SUMMARY

Taehyung got into a accident and had an amnesia, you as his personal assistant took care of him but you have a huge crush on him since you've got the job and you took advantage of him and said that you're his fiancèe.

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: angst, fluff, f2l, smut, what’s wrong with secretary reader

Warnings: Dom!Taehyung, spanking, dirty talk, oral (f receiving) cursing

A/N: I'm not a professional writer, I just love doing what I like please no bad vibes, thank you!!! Hope we get along♡

Another A/N: I'll update later

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You woke up not knowing something bad would happen, you fixes everything and got ready for work but when you are about to get in your car you heard your phone is ringing and suddenly you felt your heart beats fast not knowing why, why are you nervous to pick it up, you don't know the reason but you know it was your boss, 'sir taehyung' you answered it and

"Hello? Is this the personal assistant of Mr. Kim Taehyung??" Unknown person

"Uhmm yes? But who's this? How did you get his phone?"

"Oh we'll explain it to you later but we need you to get in here at the hospital in the emergency room he got into a accident and there's no sign of family contact members on the phone so we decided to call you"

"WHAT?! WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM? WHAT HOSPITAL IS THIS?!?!"

"Ma'am please calm down, it's Yonsei Hospital"

When you heard the name of the hospital you immediately turn down the call and drive your car as fast as you can as if you was in a movie everything was so slow even though you already reached the speed limit

"EXCUSE ME?! WHERE'S THE EMERGENCY ROOM? I NEED TO SEE TAEHYUNG!!!"

You didn't know you were yelling at the nurse because of fear that he would leave you and not getting any chance to tell him that you're so inlove with him, you ran as fast as you could and forced them to let you in where taehyung was

"I'm sorry ma'am but you're not allowed to go in here"

'I'm furious to see him in a hospital bed I didn't imagine he would be in there, but at the same time I felt my heart slowly beating and it's like dropping on the floor and I thought it was déjà vu when my father died because of a car accident, same scenario where it feels like the time is stuck and being slowed, same feeling where my heart beating slowly and shattered to little pieces, same man who I love the most, but a different person. I don't want the history repeat it self..' — you were looking at him while talking to yourself

You sat outside of the emergency room while waiting for everything to be fine, you couldn't help yourself not to cry for hours

"Excuse me ma'am,,,, ma'am excuse me, ma'am"

You didn't notice that the doctor was calling your attention

"Oh, y-yes? I'm sorry"

"Are you the wife? of Mr. Kim Taehyung?" The doctor asked

"Uhmm no, just a personal assistant, but uhmm, is he fine? Is he going to be okay?" I felt again my heart beating fast

"We are sorry to tell you this but his head got extremely hit and had an amnesia"

"WAIT WHAT?! AMNESIA?! HOW?!"

"Don't worry to much it's just a temporary episode of memory lost which is transient global amnesia but it is still frightening, if he wakes up please be reminded that during an episode of transient global amnesia, his recall of recent events simply vanishes, so he can't remember where he is or how he got there. In addition, he may not remember anything about what's happening in here and now. Consequently, he may keep repeating the same questions because he don't remember the answers you've just been given. He may also draw a blank face when asked to remember things that happened a day, a month or even a year ago."

'I cant even move to what I've heard,, how will he remember me, or even evrything, should I tell him that his parents are dead? Or that would be to harsh for him he just got into a accident I don't think it's the right time, maybe I'll just wait for him to remember some of the things that really happened years ago, what should I tell him?' — You're just standing in front of him while talking to yourself and crying

You sat next to him and waits for him to wake up, it's already 8pm and he's still not waking up, you were tired of what's happening and it stressed you out, so you accidentally fall asleep and when you woke up it's already 7am

"Hi, you are sleeping next to me but I don't know you and where am I??"

Beacuse of excitement and you got suprised that taehyung is already awake you started hugging taehyung and crying

"E-excuse me, I'm s-sorry but w-who are y-you and I c-can't breathe you hug so t-tightlyyyyy" taehyung catching his breathe

"I'm sorry I'm just so excited to see you awake and talking to me, oh uhm I'm your personal assistant do you want something? Do you want to eat?" You smiled at him while asking

"Ohhh okay, I didn't know I have a personal assistant but uhm where am I? What happened?"

You can see in his face that he's really confused on what's happening

"Uhm uhh,,, you're in the hospital because of an accident and you hit your head badly you're suffering right now to a transient global amnesia but don't worry about it I'll make you remember everything okay? For now just rest. So do you need anything? Are you hungry?"

Taehyung was all blank space as if he didn't hear anything, so you started calling him but he didn't answer and started asking you again the same questions

"Sir!! Uhmmm sir?? Taehyung!!"

"Who are you? Where am I? Why am I here??" Taehyung asks while looking around the room

You get confused but suddenly you remembered that it is natural for someone who has an transient global amnesia to repeat the same questions because of not remembering your answers and draw a blank face, you started wondering that he didn't remember what you've said earlier, that you're his personal assistant so you decided to kiss him unexpectedly, you kissed him passionately and slowly touches his body but you stop when someone knock on the door, before even the nurse open the door you immediately look under his bed prentending you lose your hair pin

"Uhmm excuse me ma'am what are you doing? Did you lost something?" The nurse asked while you were fakingly looking something under the bed

"Oh u-uh I lost my hair pin I think it's in here" you stand up and looked at the nurse

"Hahahaha ma'am I think it's in your hair, you're face are so red are you feeling well?"

"Y-yes I think because it's hot in here" you're red because you were blushing and your heart flatters due to the fact that you kissed your love of your life

"It's cold why are you getting hot?" Taehyung interrupt

You ignored taehyung's question and just talked to the nurse

"Uhh, I'll just go home and take a bath and also I'll buy taehyung something to eat, please look after him i'll be gone for only an hour or 30 mins thank you!"

You grabbed your bag and head out on taehyung's room, when you got home you prepared all of your clothes and stuffs, while you were taking a shower you're thinking of taehyung

"Ugh!! What should I do for him to remember everything" — talking to yourself while showering in the bathroom

You sat in the bathtub and think of ways how will taehyung remember everything, as you're done showering you headed outside of the bathroom but you slipped into a magazine

"aah!! Ouch!! Fck this magazine!"

You grabbed the magazine and when you were about to throw the book it suddenly catches your attention

"90 days of fiancè before 90 days?? Did I even bought this kind of magazine, no neck edd? What?" You got moved by the title of it but you still throw it anyways...

When you got into the hospital taehyung was sleeping and you woke him up to eat

"Who are you? Where are we?" Taehyung asked while you were preparing his food

"Sir you're in the hospital, I'm your pers-" you stop and look at him, you suddenly remembered what you saw on the magazine

"I mean I'm your wife, and we're in the hospital" you answered it confidently and smiled at him

a month already had past, taehyung is getting better everyday and he already considered you as his fiancee after you decided to live in with teahyung

“honeeyyy! what do you want to eat?” you asked taehyung while he was watching tv on the living room

“hmmm you?” he looked at you and smiled 

“u-uh? me?” your heart started to beats fast 

“yah, how about you? what do you wanna eat?” taehyung ask

 you sat near him at the sofa 

“o-oh uh, pizz-” 

“what? you tought I want to eat you?” he started coming closer at you while he was smiling

“you dirty minded! ofcourse not!” your face became red and you can’t look at him directly at his eyes 

he get closer to you, started kissing you passionately and grabs your boobs you moaned near at his ear 

“ugghhh, baby cum at me” 

“so this is how you wanna play?” taehyung smirk and take you to his room

Taehyung pulled down your panties and he started fingering you

"Uuuhhhhhh, babyyyy fck"

You're already undressed and taehyung started eating your pussy and inserted his dick,

"Uuhhhh fck fasterrr! Uugggghhhh"

He grabs your boobs and he fcks you even more faster

"Soft dicks won't get me satisfied" you started teasing him and he stops... he suddenly pull you out of the bed

"Don't get dress, follow me" taehyung slaps your butt

"Awww tss! W-wait?? Where are we going? Are we already done? Taehyung???!!!"

"Baby chill we ain't even starting yet" he looks at you and smirks

"Huh? Then where are we going?" you were so confused

"Ssshh wait and you'll see,,, I call this 'master's hell room' "

"Wtf, what is all this? How can I not know this room?"

He takes you to his room where full of sex toys and the room was full of red lights..

"What did you said earlier? Soft di-" taehyung stops when you kneel and started to blow job him

"Uuhhhh fck let me eat you" taehyung grabs your hair

You crawl at him and kissed him passionately while he inserts his dick on you,,,, but he grabs your waist and switch your position under him

"Oh baby let me show you how top persons do, and how it's done" taehyung kissed you passionately, and you're just enjoying how he kisses your neck and how he puts hickey on your boobs,,, he gets down until he reaches on your pussy and started eating it

"Babyyyy uugghhhh f-fck, uuhhhhh,,, uuhhhh" no other words but only moans is the only thing you can hear from the room

But suddenly taehyung stops and gets one of his sex toys, you looked at him and said

"Let me show you how this works" Taehyung said while holding a sex toy and playing with it

"Uhmmm, baby I think we should do this next time I don't really know how that works and uhmm,, i don't know if that is safe"

"Babyy just follow what I'm going to say okay? This is safe don't worry you'll enjoy this"

He gives you a white handkerchief

"Put this on your mouth, tied it tightly"

"What? No,,, baby lets just do this next time okay??" You lay down again on the bed

"Oh come on! I'm your fiancè there's nothing to worry about"

"Hmm,,, okay"

but he runs toward you and crawl on top of off you

"But I'll fck you one more time" he inserted his dick on your pussy and he starts fcking you faster

"wow didn't know you were good at this"

"huh? as if it's our first time"

"ohh, uhh- no! What I meant was you're getting hotter and better everytime"

time has passed and you're just staring at him while he's sleeping

"Hey you alright?" taehyung asked you

"oh hey, yah baby I'm alright. I'm just really happy for the both of us" you smiled and touched his hair

"Hmmm, I was kinda wondering if we ever have some pictures so I can put it in our room"

"Oh uhm I- Uh- we don't really have some pictures, because u- uh- told me you don't like taking pictures, but I do have 1 picture of us look" you grabbed your phone on the small table near the bed

"See look at you working so hard"

"I'm not even looking at that picture pffttt"

"hahaha baby like what I told you, you don't like taking pictures"

"okay well then this time let's take a lot of photos as much as we can so we can have a lot of memories" he smiled at you and starts to sleep again

[thefactsofthematter]

kath.. one true angst god.... may we please have some modern au javid angst that's not just the same "davey has a panic attack" fic that i swear is all this fandom knows how to write? thank u ma'am

ask and you shall receive..... this is something a lil different but very heavy and angsty.. i’m back in my groove baby!!

WARNING - this fic is about drug abuse so if that’s gonna bring up some icky feelings, play it safe and just don’t read it, i won’t mind

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"So the funny part is..."

Jack trails off for a moment, trying to think of what's actually so funny. Shooting up in the bathroom, with hands so shaky he could hardly even get the needle in his arm— it's sad, really. This isn't actually very funny at all.

"What's funny, Jack?" asks Davey, his voice wavering like he's so mad he can't even control it. "What the hell is funny about this?"

Jack swallows and looks down at the bruises and tiny round scars on his arms— all by his own hand. This isn't funny.

"Never mind," he mumbles. The initial rush of the injection is wearing off into a pleasant high, but he can't even enjoy it with Davey staring at him like that, all broken-hearted.

"No, Jack," continues Davey, stepping closer to Jack and grabbing him by the front of the shirt. "I want to know. Tell me what you think is fucking funny."

Jack can't help the laugh that bubbles out of him. He doesn't mean to, but Davey never gets mad, so seeing him like this is new and sort of entertaining. He knows Davey would never hurt him, so it's almost amusing that he's getting aggressive. Jack giggles and tries to worm his way out of Davey's grasp, just to see what would happen.

"You're strong," he comments when Davey's grip on him only tightens as he moves. He fights the grip a little harder— enough to scare Davey somehow, make him panic and shove him as hard as he can, sending Jack tumbling into the empty bathtub. He laughs hard as he lands, quite sure he's going to have some sick bruises on his elbows and ass from how he'd tried and failed to catch himself, but not really able to feel the pain right now.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" yells Davey, now towering over Jack and almost managing to look intimidating. "I thought you were done with this shit! You were clean for so long, and now this!? What did you even shoot!?"

It takes Jack a second to process the question, but he eventually points to the needle, elastic band, cotton ball, lighter and spoon on the counter.

"What's it look like? Fuckin'... smack. H. The good stuff."

This seems to piss Davey off more than Jack had anticipated. At least he's being honest— lying would only make things worse.

"God damn it," groans Davey, now pacing around the bathroom, seemingly unable to even look at Jack. "You have to be kidding me. Heroin. Of all fucking things..." He turns back around to Jack with tears welling in his eyes that he's clearly trying to hold back. He pauses for a moment and scrubs a hand over his face with a sigh. "How long, Jackie? How long have you been back on this shit?"

The fact that Davey is crying is like a punch in the gut. Jack is well aware he shouldn't have started again— he'd been four years clean and so goddamn proud of himself— but then his mental health had started going to shit again and he couldn't afford meds for anxiety, depression, and bipolar disorder all at once, but he did know a guy who could link up cheap drugs that could make him feel just as good. And now here he is— high as a kite, laying in his bathtub, and his husband is crying over his stupid mistakes.

"About a month," he finally replies. He'd been good at hiding it too— years of secret addiction as a teenager and young adult had left him well-practiced. "I... I'm sorry."

He's almost glad he's been caught. If it were just him, on his own, Jack would probably just keep shooting up until it killed him somehow. But with Davey here, and so angry at him, he has to stop. Davey is mad and that's all that matters— making Davey happy is one of the most important things to Jack.

In some weird, convoluted way, that's almost why he'd started using again. When he gets crazy and bipolar without his medication, it puts a wedge in their relationship and gets Davey upset. So if Jack could just manage his symptoms himself, they'd be okay and Davey would be happy. That's how it was supposed to work— but now Jack is just back to being the deadbeat drug addict that Davey doesn't deserve to be stuck dealing with.

Damn it. Nothing ever seems to work out quite right for Jack Kelly.

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The next thing Jack can recall is waking up in bed with his body on fire.

Everything is burning. He's on fire, his skin is melting, and the pain is unbearable. He screams at the top of his lungs.

Davey hardly even looks phased, as he arrives to Jack's bedside in an instant.

"You're okay," he whispers, like he's done this a million times before. Jack can barely hear him as he writhes in bed, screaming again but muffling it with the pillow that he presses against his face. "You're still coming down, Jackie. It'll go away eventually, we just have to wait it out."

Jack is sobbing before he even realizes it. He reaches desperately for Davey's hands and squeezes.

"I need a hit," he groans, his voice hoarse and wet with tears. "Please. Make it stop— it hurts. It hurts. You gotta— I'm so sorry, Davey! You gotta help me. Please, just one hit. Please, please."

Davey does nothing more than shush him and carefully climb onto the bed to hold him gently. Jack wants to move— it feels like every cell in his body wants to go in a different direction all at once and he's stuck in the middle of it, shaking and unable to hold still— but at the same time, he wants nothing more than to sleep and make this horrible feeling go away.

"I love you," whines Jack, turning so that he can cry into Davey's chest instead of the pillow. He's shaking with that god-awful craving that he's come to know too well and his skin is literally on fire. "You have to help me, please. I could— I can snort it, so it's not as strong. Only one line. Would... would you still love me if I did a line? Only one, Davey. I have to make it stop."

"I'll love you no matter what baby," sighs Davey, and he sounds so exhausted that it breaks Jack's heart. "But I know you can sober up for me all on your own. You don't need any drugs. This is just a bad craving, and it's gonna go away all by itself. I talked to your doctor, and he says you'll be okay if we just let it all pass. You've done this before."

Jack sobs again and the only thing that makes him feel okay is Davey’s hand rubbing up and down his back.

He has done this before. And it was horrible, some of the worst moments of his life, but he did it. He did it with Davey's help and they were okay. He was okay. He got better and they got married— they were gonna start a family.

Maybe they still can. Maybe if Jack gets good and sober and proves that he's more than just the worthless junkie that Davey's parents still just pretend not to hate, they can still do everything they planned.

"I'm okay," whispers Jack, as the burning in his body slowly starts to ease off and he feels like he might be able to fall asleep again. He grips Davey's shirt in his sweaty, shaking hands and just holds on tight. "I love you. I love you so much. You're my everything, Davey, I love you."

And he means it.

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[prorevenge]

Don't shit on your own doorstep

So this one's been happening over the past few months, and it's hilarious. It's a loooong one, TL;DR at the end.

So I live on a little street with about 7 houses. We're the only student house in the area, and so we're often a target for people looking to make quick money by blaming us because they think it's easy to get us into trouble.

This lady thought WRONG.

Cast: DB - our neighbour, AKA Dumb Bitch TB - My housemate, a genuine teddybear CW - Council Worker Me - Many Earthworms

So I'm walking back from university when I'm accosted by a middle aged woman in her dressing gown and slippers.

'HEY YOU!'

I stop, because I'm trying to be polite to the neighbours (the locals have a *location* Hates Students group who vandalise student property to try and make us leave so I tend to overcompensate to make our household look good)

'Hi! How are you?'

'YOU VANDALISED MY CAR!'

(are you seeing the irony here?) I cross the road to where DB is stood - and where her car is parked - and ask 'pardon?'

'You dumb bitch, did you not hear me? I said you vandalised my car'

She was really trying to sell that I vandalised her car when I was on the other side of the road and she KNEW that.

'I'm... Sorry? I think you've got the wrong person.'

DB points at a HUGE scrape down the side of her car and I wince, that poor thing must have been beaten up pretty badly, but I had nothing on me that could have inflicted that much damage. I explain that the binmen destroyed my moped (still in for repairs) so they might have caught her car too and her eyes light up.

'A moped?!?!?!' I nod. 'SO YOU'RE THE LITTLE CUNT WHO PARKS ON MY DRIVE??'

Our house has a driveway big enough for 4 cars and is, obviously, right outside my house. So I tell her no, that I haven't been parking on her drive, especially because my bike was destroyed and has been gone for over 2 weeks.

'You're a liar,' she's like, spitting in my face at this point. 'I have photos of your bike blocking my drive from 3 days ago. That's why I was parked on the road and that's why my car got totalled.'

'Okay,' I nod. 'May I see the photos?'

DB is all too happy to whip out her phone and show me the photos of what she proudly believes to be my moped (A fire engine red piece of scrap that, to be honest, was well beyond saving even before the bin men mangled her).

Except... It isn't my bike.

'Ma'am, I hate to be rude but... That's a mobility scooter.'

Cue the screaming and shouting about how rude teenagers are (I'm 21) and how we university students always disrepect the locals. She tells me that I must think she's an idiot (I do) for thinking that she's wrong about my bike (she was). So I take a deep breath and say:

'Ma'am I'm in a rush, but you really are wrong about the bike... Maybe ask [her next door neighbour, a kind old lady who owns that mobility scooter but is a little forgetful] about why she parks her scooter on your drive.'

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I walk away and think nothing of it. Except now she's left her totalled car on our private property instead of her own drive, after running our fence that blocks the drive down and complaining to our landlady about anti-social behaviour - there isn't any, btw, we're 4 reclusive students who stay in all night watching netflix with our headphones in, and she's also like 5 houses down from us so she definitely wouldn't be able to hear the noise she was describing.

Pretty much the whole neighbourhood is shunning us at this point, as DB had been spreading lies about our behaviour - telling everyone that we vandalised her property so it's only fair that she uses our driveway as compensation. I feel responsible for her behaviour, as I should have shut her down immediately rather than letting this drag out. So I sit in my room (nothing new there) and hatch a plan.

The next morning, I walk past her house and watch as DB lets her dog out, watches it take a crap on public pavement, and then shrug and walk away. BINGO. According to our local council, this is an offence she can get fined for, as it's vandalism and obstruction of council property. So every morning as I walk to get my train, I take a photo of the turds - some fresh, some crusty, and some smeared across the pavement by some poor sod who's stood in it. Then I email EVERYTHING to my local councillor who is FUMING that someone fully able bodied is allowing their dog to do this without cleaning it up. She gets fined £1000 with a threat of MORE if she continues to do so (I heard this from my neighbour as he was friends with CW, who handled the case). And guess what? She did. And the more that dog pooped, the more I reported it. She racked up £4000 of fines just for dog shit alone, and I didn't even report her trespassing on private property.

But apparently she'd spoken to CW, who was a newbie, and pressured him until he let slip that 'a neighbour' had reported it and of course she happened to 1) realise it was me and 2) know where I fucking live.

She hammered on my door, screaming about how she was going to drown my cat (I don't have one, my neighbour's cat just loves me), smash my window, and then catch me when I was walking home. Now TB is also a recluse, I've said in previous posts that he basically stays in his room and only leaves to go to uni or grab a beer and some food. But he is PISSED at the way this lady is screaming at me. He stomps downstairs, yanks the door open while she's midscream and glares down at her. He's 6'7" tall and a rugby player, so he's basically a walking muscle. If I didn't know that he liked to cry at anime while hugging us on the sofa, I'd think that he was terrifying. But this lady wasn't privy to this information. So she looks up at this angry, MASSIVE Northerner and just trembles as he says in a very low, threatening voice:

'You need to get off our property, and take your car. If you so much as blink at writerlysnitch and I hear about it, I'll not only call the council for the dog shit you flung on our driveway, but I'll call the police for damage to property and harassment. Now FUCK. OFF. LADY.'

Safe to say she ran faster than I've ever seen her run.

Last week I heard from the neighbour that CW had sold her car for scraps (she never got the thing fixed) just to pay off the eventual £4200 of fines she'd racked up, and every time I walk to the train station and see the mobility scooter parked on her drive it feels like another little win!

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TL;DR - Nasty neighbour loses her shit, so I report her dog's shit.

(source) story by (/u/WriterlySnitch)

[noel-byers]

What monsters do you fight? || chapter O2

Chapter O1 • Chapter O2 • Chapter O3

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N/A: the girl in the gif with Noel is Melissa

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If there was a place where surely a girl was hiding to cry she was definitely under the terraces of the garden, where they usually played rugby matches. In fact, she was under the seat, with her knees on her chest and her shoulders clutching her bent head. I could hear his sobs and his breath trying to stifle his noisy cry. I slowly approached her and seeing that she still hadn't noticed my presence, I coughed putting both hands in my pockets. Melissa looked up and only then could I see her swollen and red eyes. That piece of shit had reduced it to a rag with a few but sharp words. "Cigarette?" I asked, taking the named item out of a pocket of my jeans.

"I...I don't smoke" she said, sniffling. Ah man that sucks the mucus.

"Better this way" I replied with a shrug. "You will ruin only your breath and your lungs. Smoke isn’t cool kid, unless you want to destroy yourself. Which is really cool” I said with a little irony as I tried to light my beloved cigarette.

A few moments passed in silence until Melissa said lightly to me "Did you see it all?"

"Yep" I replied immediately taking out a cloud of smoke from my lips "You don't have to fear anything, you won't lack respect next time" I said capturing the blonde's attention "It's an insult to the male gender to take it out on a woman when it's ten against one” I continued shaking my head.

"But he had all the reasons in the world, in short, look at me...I'm like all the girls...I thought to impress the bad boy of the school and take his best part out of him...but I just deluded myself" the girl explained, sniffing again.

"Listen to me, Melissa, first of all take my flannel shirt and blow that nose...my heart is crying to sacrifice my favorite dress but I don't have handkerchiefs, so blow your nose before I change my mind" I said handing her my shirt, which she immediately grabbed looking at me, puzzled but not refusing my order.

"You're really weird, ehm..." he stopped, looking into my eyes and making me realize that I hadn't introduced myself yet. I put the cigarette between my lips again and brought my hand closer to shake her in education.

"Noel, Noel Byers" she raised an eyebrow.

"Melissa Danielsen, as you will already know. Are you the sister of the missing child?"

"I would prefer you to call him Will, I'm sick of people cataloging him as a poor outcast" he said pulling up a heavy sigh "Going back to us, I know how you feel now, you'll surely be wondering what made you sell your virginity to that asshole of Billy Hargrove, and many other things that surely do not positively depict your person" Melissa nodded silently “Stop being so hard on yourself, you are young and in fact we are both young and in this adolescence we make so many mistakes" my cigarette, making her realize that as far as I was an employee I hated being under a stupid habit.

"The truth is that in the coming days people will stare at you, laugh at you and make you jokes of bad taste, and you don't have time to cry, you have to be strong, you have to growl and let the comments slip away that are not worth it to listen. Probably the same girls that Billy uses as a sex toy will tease you, but you don't listen to them, i mean, you know which pulpit the sermon comes from" I explained, sucking up some tobacco.

"Not forgetting that I will no longer have friends on my side..." Melissa commented disconsolately.

"And who the fuck am I? Santa Claus?" I asked slightly strangely "I almost blew the head of Billy Hargrove for you and probably because I'm a bit feminist. But first of all I did it for you” I concluded with a shrug.

"Thank you..." she replied with a small smile.

"And then, as strange as it may seem, I have a couple of friends too, and they certainly think like me" I continued to cheer her up letting an almost maternal smile show on my mouth "But now you raise your blonde ass, let's go to the bathroom to rinse your face, you blow your nose with real handkerchiefs and I'll walk you home, huh?” I suggested standing up with a jerk and pulling Melissa by the arm in a playful way, urging her to follow me and she choked and consented.

"All right, as long as you wash your mouth a little, hell, you smell obscene tobacco"

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By evening he had fallen on Hawkings and tonight we strangely breathed less heavy air in my house. It was probably because Bob had come to visit us. He and my mother had been dating for a couple of months and...God, I never saw my mother so happy. Seeing her joking, hugging and kissing with one who finally didn't mistreat her made me feel at peace with myself. Slowly my family was re-emerging from that dark and distressing oblivion, I felt that if they were still passing by a couple of months surely my family could have been called as such.

"What are your plans for the evening? Will you watch a movie?" I asked as I made my entrance into the kitchen, tying my hair into something not too high, Bob turned around and his camera automatically picked me up.

"You choose the boys the movie is evening. Do you, ma'am, have an appointment?" The man asked playfully, infecting me with his good humor.

"Tempting, but not. My shift starts at 8:20 pm and if I don't leave the house in ten minutes, I'll pay back my salary” I explained with a shrug “The only plus is the free hot dogs" I admitted attracting my mother's attention.

"Noel don't eat too many, do you remember that on Jonathan's birthday last year you had a colic and -"

"MUM! I don't want you to make a short film about my intestinal problems while Bob is back! "I answered, turning my face flushed as I ran away with my tail between my legs in my room, looking for my shoes.

I went through WIll's room and my attention was caught by his sudden raising of his voice.

"Stop treating me like that! Like I'm about to break. So don't you help me, just make me feel weirder" my exasperated younger brother said, it was obvious he was arguing with Jonathan.

It was difficult to take someone's part in these situations, I knew how Will could feel right now, he was scared and had suffered multiple traumas, including that of an apparent death. On the other hand, I also understood Jonathan, because it was also my own position, like that of anyone who wanted to help Will. To console some or give him moral support was like wandering in a minefield, you never knew if you could touch some sore point.

I remembered when I decided to sleep together with Will the night made me feel better, I knew that I could protect him, but now that he's growing up and kindly asked me to let him sleep alone, I realize how much my "safety" thought travels one way. As far as I could have been next to Will, there was nothing I could do to keep him from thinking about his mind, he was a demon that only Will could have fought.

"You're not weird" Jonathan said

"Yes I am, I am" replied our younger brother dryly. I looked at the figure of Jonathan who was about to give up, but then he came out with a sentence:

"You're right, you're weird" both my younger brother and I raised both eyebrows. "So why should you become normal like the others? Being weird is better, I'm weird. Our sister who has been staring at us for half an hour is weird” he said pointing to me.

"Hey nerd go easy" I said in an ironic tone, approaching Will's bed and occasionally pulled an ear to my big brother in a playful way.

"Is that why you have no friends?" Our little brother asked disconsolately.

"We have friends, and weird friends are the best. You don't need to have a hundred to feel cool, a couple is enough, because you know that you will remain faithful forever. And then we are creative, sensitive and original, in short, the best on the market" I explained to Will to encourage him, infuse he also had it, but it was obvious that in those dark moments the positives were difficult to see them.

"Then why are you always with me?"

"Because you are our best friend!" Jonathan immediately replied "And we prefer to be friends of Zombie Boy than of a trivial nullity. Do you understand me? In short, who would you like to be friends with? About Bowie or Rogers?" At that point Will almost shivered and shook his head with an amused smile.

"What Jonny wants to say is that normal people never do anything important in life, as Kierkegaard says, they are locked in their 4x4 box with a family and a job, thus continuing until the end of their days..."

"Oh my God the nerd has come, Will stuck your ears!" Jonathan said jokingly, pushing Will away, who had begun to show signs of little laughter.

"Come on idiots, it's important! In summary, it is always the people outside the lines who make the revolution and enjoy their lives properly" I explained hiding a laugh and pulling a small snort.

"What about Kenny Rogers?" Will asked ironically.

"Kenny Rogers? Oh I love Kenny Rogers!” Bob said suddenly, coming out of the corridor and suddenly I remembered that I was being late for work.

"Fuck! I love you guys, please, be good" I said, running off down the corridor.

"NOEL YOU ARE LEAVING WITHOUT SHOES" my mother shouted.

"Fuck the shoes!" I yelled back, turning back.

T O   B E   C O N T I N U E D . . .

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N/A: Hello everyone! This is a passing chapter, but it also seems right to give some space to noel and her character before making her interact with Billy. Thank you all for your support, you make me really happy. If you want to be tagged in the next chapter, please leave a comment and tell me what you think of the story, if you like 🌸🌺

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