#wall graphic ireland

[qualitysigns]

was looking up a store in Dublin on google maps to get a better look at the sign and this gay bar was right next door. so i just HAD to post some pictures lol

[caffeinatedkris]

(via St. Patrick's Day Design Graphic T-Shirt by kristalcurt)

[elk96]

A Battle of Ideals Epilogue

Part 6

Pairing: Chris O' Doyle( Free Fire) x female OC

Warnings: graphic description of blood, wounds, some violence, swearing cause that's all they did in that movie, enemies to lovers kinda?, h/c, English is not my first language.

Two months later

"How much"?, Chris asked fumbling with the pack of his cigarettes.

"It will be 25.3 pesos sir", the old seller mumbled, giving him his fruits.

Chris sighed drumming his fingers on the bench. The weather was terrible that day-some more of that goddamned heat, and he'd have to cut his hair. He shoved the change down his pocket and run to their house.

He still didn't feel safe enough to walk around Cuba during daylight-the american prison was too close. Besides, after a long day at the fields, his feet lead him eagerly to the shoreline.

As the sun began to set, he saw Amara swimming alone in the shallow, making bubbles at the water, throwing droplets high in front of her as if it was raining.

"For fuck's sake woman"!, he shouted at her, dropping the paper bags on the ground. "Can't you just stay in your fucking bed"?

"I got warm, I thought I'd go for a swim. Nothing dangerous in that"!

"Why can't you just wait a little longer?! What if it becomes infected"?

"What if you die from those fucking cigs you smoke all the time"?, she answered as she walked to him.

She had taken the bandage off two weeks ago, an ugly scar marking the left side of her abdomen.

He was marked with scars everywhere, memories too hard to forget.

"We've got rice from yesterday, and I caught some fish too", she murmured, hugging him.

"I thought you were busy with that boy that broke it's leg".

"He'll be fine. I've treated worse wounds. -Oh, and remember that lady that gave birth to twins"?

"The woman you saved from certain death"?, Chris laughed. "Her husband thinks you're the Messiah or something".

"That's why they brought us some of the best cigs they make".

Chris's eyes lit up with childish joy as he headed inside the house.

His hands flew across the kitchen table, searching for the package. A large coconut rolled to the floor, dragging two mangos with it.

Amara winced at the sudden noise as she hugged him from behind. She was careful with his ribs as a reflex, even though he was now fit enough to work at the sugarcane fields.

"Where did you put them"?, he mumbled softly, trying to seduce her. He knew she loved his deep voice, but Amara stood her ground.

"I gave them back. I get my salary at the hospital, there's no need for extra rewards. Especially if said rewards harm your health".

"Oh will you stop with that woman…I've been through hell only to be denied a cig"!

"There's better things waiting for you inside", she smiled, dragging him to the bedroom.

It was a small house, the one they had. Poor, and not too steady. But it was homely, unlike either of them had had for a long time. They had made hanging decorations with seashells and stones they'd found by the shore, they had painted the walls a faint, joyful blue.

Their bedsheets were clean, and fresh, the fan on the ceiling keeping the temperature somewhat low.

Chris caressed her body with his fingertips, shoulder, to ribs, to her stomach, letting his warmth spread to her recently healed side.

She had her eyes closed, but he knew she wasn't sleeping. He helped her onto him, so she would be close.

Somehow it was worse than before, the stillness and the calm. Everything was at bay, so he didn't know what to watch out for. He needed her close, to know she was safe.

"How long do you think"?, she mumbled sleepily. "Until we leave".

"I don't know. It's not bad here. A slow life, simple. Safe".

"I heard you whisper in your dream yesterday Chris", she scolded him. "Apologizing to Aidan and Mike…"

"It's okay, it's just dreams", he rushed to reassure her. "But I wouldn't mind going back to Ireland. At some point".

Amara held her breath, trying to navigate that weird feeling inside of her.

In the past two months, they had kept a watchful eye of the news in America, Britain and Ireland. The MI6' plan to debilitate the IRA had worked just fine without Chris' information-7 of their members were down, another gun deal had been prevented.

She looked him in the eyes, noticing her reflection back on his. They were bluer than the morning sea. Amara saw it clearer than ever: love, in that weird form that could be proven powerful, destructive.

"I don't care where we are. Or what we do. As long as I am with you".

Chris cupped her face bringing their lips together.

"Then girl", he said, his voice hoarse with emotion, "I think we'll just wait. Trouble finds you even in the most peaceful places".

"The future is uncertain but the end is always near", she smiled, hand resting on his temple.

[corkcitylibraries]

Goad Plans of Cork City!

The dedicated Cork City Libraries Local History website, Cork Past and Present, has recently had an interesting addition made in the shape of Insurance plans for the commercial heart of the City. The wide selection of maps details the changing landscape and businesses that filled the city centre from 1897 to 1961!

Cork City Libraries hold copies of seventeen editions of the Goad plans for Cork City, from 1897 to 1961. These are held in five bindings in our Local Studies and Learning Department. The ‘key plan’ on the first sheet of each edition provides a graphic outline of areas represented in more detail on maps 2-16 of each edition. Under the key plan (in PDF form in these webpages), a selective index of streets, buildings, and firms is included. The scale of the detailed plans is one inch to forty feet (1:480) on the original paper copies. Fire insurance plans were first drawn up in the late eighteenth century to provide risk information to fire insurance underwriters.

Charles Edward Goad, born in Surrey in 1848, moved to Canada in 1869, where he became a renowned cartographer and railway engineer. The firm of Charles E. Goad was established in Montreal in 1875 and became the leading producer of fire insurance plans for 1,300 places in Canada, before he returned to Britain in 1885 to produce insurance plans for the commercial sections of more than 100 towns in Britain and Ireland, along with surveying places in other countries.

Fire insurance companies had an interest in preventing fires to insured properties, and firefighters (often private) needed detailed information regarding access to water, routes to building, room arrangements, locations of doors & windows, thickness of walls, information on construction materials, type of roof, locations of combustible materials, water-works system, etc. Charles Goad died in Toronto in 1910. Goad insurance plans now provide an excellent information source for historians, geographers, architects, environmentalists and genealogists.

[tsasocial]

UFabrik textiles showcase commitment to innovation and sustainability with EFI at FESPA24

UFabrik: Continuing its endorsement of UFabrik textiles for the display, exhibitions, and events sectors, Electronics for Imaging, Inc. (EFI), a global leader in customer digital printing innovation, has once again specified UFabrik Soft Blackback Textile as an essential part of its stand design for FESPA24.

Output on an EFI VUTEk FabriVU 340i dye sublimation printer, UFabrik Soft Blackback Textile was used to produce all walls of the EFI’s stand (1 D70) at the RAI in Amsterdam. Developed to be the ultimate blackback for direct and transfer dye-sublimation applications, this 100% knitted material has a bright white print surface with anti-scratch black backing and offers the perfect balance between stretch and softness.

The EFI Pro 33r UV LED roll printer, unveiled for the first time at FESPA, will be using UFabrik UV Blackback and UFabrik Backlit for all its live demonstrations, highlighting these textiles as the premier choice to emphasize the new cutting-edge capabilities. Furthermore, these products will also be used for demonstrations on the EFI Q3R dedicated roll-to-roll printer, also featured on the stand.

“We value our partnership with UFabrik, as the quality of the textiles paired with our technology delivers optimum results, enhancing fabric appearance and vibrancy,” said Tom Lynch, EFI Sr. Applications and Event Logistics Specialist.

UFabrik UV Blackback is a high-quality 100% knitted polyester-based textile that has a bright white print surface, and a blackout-coated reverse. Developed with a high-performing anti-scratch coating that allows direct print with UV and Latex technology. Fire-rated, this material is the perfect solution for expo walls, frame wraps, and high-quality backdrops for retail exhibitions, and events.

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UFabrik has worked with EFI to ensure that its installed customer base achieves immediate out-of-the-box success with printed textiles. All UFabrik color profiles are available on the Fiery XF RIP and can be accessed directly from the Fiery Profiles Updater. UFabrik has now created profiles for Caldera users, with ONYX and Rasterlink RIPS to follow for all leading global wide-format UV, Latex, and dye sublimation technologies.

The UFabrik range offers solutions for 95% of all applications required for the display, exhibitions, and events sectors, and is exclusively distributed by CMYUK in the UK and Ireland.

[svgoceandesigns1]

McCleary Ireland Crest Vintage SVG - Irish Patrick's Day SVG PNG, Cricut File

McCleary Ireland Crest Vintage SVG, Irish Patrick's Day SVG PNG EPS DXF PDF, Cricut File, Instant Download File, Cricut File Silhouette Art, Logo Design, Designs For Shirts. ♥ Welcome to SVG OCEAN DESIGNS Store! ♥ ► PLEASE NOTE: – Since this item is digital, no physical product will be sent to you. – Your files will be ready to download immediately after your purchase. Once payment has been completed, SVG Ocean Designs will send you an email letting you know your File is ready for Download. You may also check your Order/Purchase History on SVG Ocean Designs website and it should be available for download there as well. – Please make sure you have the right software required and knowledge to use this graphic before making your purchase. – Due to monitor differences and your printer settings, the actual colors of your printed product may vary slightly. – Due to the digital nature of this listing, there are “no refunds or exchanges”. – If you have a specific Design you would like made, just message me! I will be more than glad to create a Custom Oder for you. ► YOU RECEIVE: This listing includes a zip file with the following formats: – SVG File (check your software to confirm it is compatible with your machine): Includes wording in both white and black (SVG only). Other files are black wording. – PNG File: PNG High Resolution 300 dpi Clipart (transparent background ��� resize smaller and slightly larger without loss of quality). – DXF: high resolution, perfect for print and many more. – EPS: high resolution, perfect for print, Design and many more. ► USAGE: – Can be used with Cricut Design Space, Silhouette Cameo, Silhouette Studio, Adobe Illustrator, ...and any other software or machines that work with SVG/PNG files. Please make sure your machiMone and software are compatible before purchasing. – You can edit, resize and change colors in any vector or cutting software like Inkscape, Adobe illustrator, Cricut design space, etc. SVG cut files are perfect for all your DIY projects or handmade business Product. You can use them for T-shirts, scrapbooks, wall vinyls, stickers, invitations cards, web and more!!! Perfect for T-shirts, iron-ons, mugs, printables, card making, scrapbooking, etc. ►TERMS OF USE: – NO refunds on digital products. Please contact me if you experience any problems with the purchase. – Watermark and wood background won’t be shown in the downloaded files. – Please DO NOT resell, distribute, share, copy, or reproduce my designs. – Customer service and satisfaction is our top priority. If you have any questions before placing orders, please contact with us via email "support@svgoceandesigns.com". – New products and latest trends =>> Click Here . Thank you so much for visiting our store! SVG OCEAN DESIGNS Read the full article

[infiinitys]

SAOIRSE RONAN. SHE/THEY / have you ever heard of GIBSON GIRL by ethel cain, well, it describes DEIRDRE “DEE” GALLAGHER to a tee! the twenty-eight year old, and HOUSEKEEPER @ HAWTHORNE HOUSE was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE/THEY is/are more guarded or more ENTERTAINING instead? anyway, they remind me of being too used to being the family basket case, walking through life with no destination, pink hair dye staining graphic t-shirts, and a sharp tongue born from protection, maybe you’ll bump into them soon!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚁 ��𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 :

 ⸻  𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

Dee was born into wealth the older of the Gallagher twins in Dublin, Ireland by two minutes. The Gallagher family was wealthier than anyone could possibly imagine, something that showed in both their lifestyle and attitude.

Jacob and Elaine Gallagher each had their own successful careers in their own right, Jacob being a successful Irish politician and her mother being a flashy white-collar attorney, making the world completely accessible to their two twin daughters.

When one tries to imagine Dee's childhood -- they would see a summer home in Lake Como, designer clothes being chump change and debutante balls being part of the inevitable.

Sounds like quite the stereo-typically perfect life, right? Right? Wrong. Dee found little room to actually explore their dreams as a child -- more artistic than academic. This is completely the opposite of Dee's twin, who seemed to believe otherwise of their parents.

Dee began to rebel at fifteen. While her parents tried to paint her out to be a part of "the wrong crowd," tainting their picture perfect image -- Dee was simply looking for a support system.

The more she hung out with her friends, the more they began to notice just how separated she and her sister truly were. Even still, Dee loved her all the same. She was their sister.

By eighteen, they couldn't take it anymore. She began planning their escape, and their new life. Dee ended up deciding the location for their next chapter by essentially pointing to a place on a globe. Notting Hill.

They couch surfed for a while, making sure that she had cut all contact with their family.

It was a lonely life they were living for a while, sleeping on couches to those who took pity on them. They worked several retail jobs to keep themselves afloat -- sometimes multiple at the same time.

When they finally arrived in Notting Hill, it didn't take long before they started working at Hawthorne House, where they have remained for the past eight years. While at first it was a monotonous, the life she was living was finally hers.

When she finally began making friends, that was when things really began to pick up. She found comfort in these people, and was reassured that they had made the right decision.

A couple years ago, they relocated from a motel room to their first apartment on her own and they've really individualized the place.

However, things changed once more when her sister, who broke through their wall of silence when Dee was twenty-three. Dee made her promise that she wouldn't force her to get in contact with their parents. Recently, Dee's sister was proposed to by her boyfriend.

Dee's sister, they would come to learn, has become everything that their parents wanted. A woman of the corporate world, she makes just as much money as their parents do.

What will happen when Dee makes the decision to let their sister back in their life? Will this enlist in a chain reaction that forces her parents back in too, or will they be able to avoid the fate they so deeply feared?

⸻  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Dyed her hair pink when she was twenty-two for the very first time, and the look hasn't changed ever since. As a child, she was as blonde as could be and has done anything she can to separate herself from that life.

Some wonder why Dee made the decision to give up the life being a Gallagher offered them and decided to clean rooms at Hawthorne instead. To them, she wasn't really living if she didn't have a choice.

When they aren't working at Hawthorne, you can often find Dee adorned in an assortment of baggy clothes clinging to their frame. Baggy sweaters, baggy t-shirts, baggy jeans -- many of them ripped. All accompanied by the same well-loved pair of Chuck Taylors.

more to come.

⸻ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

TBA

[questsystems]

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[digitallivingdublin-blog]

[almuredondo]

WOLFWALKERS - Concept Art and Color Script Worked with directors Tomm More and Ross Stewart as Scene Illustration Artist, Location Designer, Color Script Artist and Background Painter for their feature film "Wolfwalkers" from the 5 times Oscar's Academy nominated studio Cartoon Saloon. ------ Some years ago I packed my brushes and headed to the green rolling hills of Ireland to join an incredible team of people to work in this precious gem. At first I joined the Scene Illustration, o Concept team, where I helped define the look of the forest and design the locations inside of it, as well as help define the style, and traditional pencil and watercolor technique with the team lead by Tomm and Ross. Later in production I designed Sequence Colour Scripts and Key Colour Backgrounds to establish the look and the methodology for the Background Colour Team. Here you can see a selection of some of the concepts I developed. ------ ROBYN RUNNING - Inspired by the Dark Hedges from a trip to the north of Ireland, we were still trying to define the look of the forest, the graphic light and autumny colors while keeping the green wet feeling of Ireland. (which proved to be a challenge for all of us!) We were also exploring the characters in action and how to strike a graphic look moving in 3d space and this pose helped with that. I just loved drawing Robyn, inspired by the character poses of Sandra and the character team concepts. ------ WATERFALL. Helping define the look of the waterfall was one of my favourite things in the film. Working with Maria and Ross from a physical maquette Ross had built, we dove to define the looser, wilder and more organic section of the film, the Wolfwalkers waterfall den, where watercolors are at their rawest and washes of color blend. Was a very iterative process where I let the watercolor do what it wanted, blending colors and shapes in beautiful ways that I would later on use on the final image. In this concept I also explored the characters and proposed the final wolf look for Robyn which made it into the film, as before she had a slightly different look. The whole film was a greatly collaborative effort where we were all exploring and proposing ideas! ------ LOCATION DESIGN RAVINE - First sketches I did when I joined the Wolfwalkers concept team, or scene illustration. I set out to explore the forest as Robyn gets deeper into it. Her feelings and the scenery change and develop as we go further from the farmlands forest tamed by humans. I was trying to figure out how to make the forest feel older and more secret as you get deeper into it, as the areas untouched by humans were wilder, stronger and purer, with more and more ancient ruins from old wolfwalkers civilizations that had not been seen for centuries! ------ Some tree trunks and branches studies I did to define the lush and magical aspect of the ravine. Inspired by a plein air painting trip to Wistman’s Wood in Dartmoor ------ TRIPTYCH - At this time we were trying to find a graphic light to balance the very simple characters and BGs, with a very simple lighting on them, just enough to tell the story we needed in each shot. This image was conceived as a triptych illustration, established in a great storyboard panel by Iker Maidagan and Ariel Ries , with characters by Tomm More and some help from Ross Stewart. I often used small value studies like these to figure out the lighting structure to tell the story, in this case using the Hitchcock bar of light on them to have the girls “see without being seen”. I also did a concept close up to define the look of the magic ivy wall, exploring the FX look and progression and lighting. ------ LOCATION DESIGN - Nearing production we settled to make some specific location designs for the Ravine, the innermost secret den of the Wolfwalker people. We tried to find landmarks that we could repeat in different scenes to get a feel of the evolution of the story. Ludo Gavillet and I designed maps, did sketches and color roughs and had a blast dreaming camera possibilities to craft the otherworldly and mystical side of these people, inspired by the art of Andy Goldsworthy. (I discovered this artist with the best family name ever thanks to Ross during production, don't miss the documentary about his art and life!). ------ SEQUENCE COLOR SCRIPTS - Later in production, I helped out with some sequence color scripts to flesh out, from the rough color keys from Alice and Lily, the final approach the BGs will have in a specific sequence. ------ All artwork copyright by Cartoon Saloon & Melusine Productions.

[alpinefury]

So, I've not really used tumblr much before. Absolutely no judgement on the site, but I'm terrible at managing my attention between different places. If I start using one place I *will* forget another, it's like I have limited slots. However, for Reasons that are probably fairly obvious, it suddenly feels sensible to try to explore alternative avenues for social media, and honestly I could do with less algorithmic feeds in my life.

So, I'm going to start sharing the backlog of stuff I've made on here. Most of it is either maps or other digital graphic pieces I've made, or otherwise relates to worldbuilding of some sort. Much of it is alternate history but by no means all of it, I tend to like exploring different genres and styles, particular as I've been making maps digitally for over a decade now.

This map belongs to a specific alternate history I've been working on called They Come In All Colours, which began as a one-off scenario that grabbed me too strongly, and so I got pulled into the details. TCIAC isn't focused on the British Isles, but I am from there, so it felt kind of necessary and interesting to actually make a map like this. For context, the alternate history is one that involves the Habsburgs never becoming more than the lords of the titular castle. The current date is around 1865. England, in this timeline, along with Wales, constitutes part of a republican United Commonwealth/s in combination with large parts of what we'd call the Netherlands, with a titular head of state called a Steadholder in English (and a Stadtholder in Dutch), but in reality ruled primarily by the Parliaments General. Rochester (by this time the greater Rochester+Chatham area) serves as the U.C's official political capital, and is deliberately not coincidental with any of the major commercial centres in any of the Commonwealth's constituent parts. So London and Antwerp for example are actually larger cities than Rochester, though the former is smaller than the actual London would have been by this date in real history.

Scotland and Ireland are currently separate Kingdoms, but historically there was a personal union (in other words, different nominal countries, same sovereign king) between Scotland and Ireland in this timeline that lasted until the early 18th century. Scotland has a somewhat different border with England than in our own timeline, and remains Catholic majority (as opposed to being either 'Lollard', i.e Wycliffite, which the U.C is, or Hussite, which significant chunks of mainland Europe are). Ireland also remains Catholic, and is fairly active in its mercantile relationships with the rest of the world.

The map itself was primarily made in vector using Inkscape. However, significant additional work was done in Photoshop, both for texturing/weathering of the page and the text but also to add the elements that make it look like it's from a book with tabbed pages.

And with that wall of text, here we are.

[hogarthwrites]

take me all the way (request)

pairing: Sam Drake/Reader (m/femme!reader)

genre: smut

warnings: graphic sex

words: 2,835

summary:

You and Sam realize you have Feelings for each other.

note:

this was a request by @howboutwedont!! i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it <3

It wasn’t a lie when you said you were excited to go to this party. After all, it’s been a while since you’ve had time to go to one. The past few months were busy with research and traveling from one place to another with your business partner, Sam. You sighed at the thought of Sam; it felt like the more time you spent with him, the more your feelings for him grew.

The feelings started on the plane to Cork, with Sam making you laugh and telling you stories of his other adventures that usually involved a jungle: a pirate treasure in the jungles of Madagascar, being held hostage in the jungles of India. The cliff sides of Ireland was definitely a new experience, and his excitement and the way Sam’s eyes sparkled when he talked about it stirred something inside you.

Meetings in pubs and being suspended on ropes, catching each other didn’t help and you found yourself thinking about him more each day. Eventually you even found yourself thinking about Sam on lonely nights in your bed.

You shook away the thoughts, scared Sam might hear them as he sat on the other side of the room talking to a group of people you didn’t recognize. He made eye contact with you and suddenly you couldn’t breathe.

Please don’t come here, please don’t-- You were mid-thought when Sam excused himself from the group and made his way to you, leaning against the wall as he smiled at you.

“You seem lonely,” he said, leaning in so you could hear him over the loud music.

“I’m not lonely,” you stuck your tongue out. “I’ve got…” You gestured to the people around you drinking and laughing. “I’ve got friends.”

“I can see that,” Sam chuckled. “You don’t mind if I keep you company, do you?”

“Oh, get in line, buddy.”

Sam laughed and stood in front of you. “Seems like I’m the first one here.”

“Lucky you,” you poked his chest. “I love this song.”

You bobbed your head to the beat as Sam watched. Truthfully, you were suddenly so nervous around him and you didn’t know what you wanted to say. You let the music lead you, moving along to it as Sam followed.

I hallucinate when you call my name...

His hand was on your waist as you moved along to the beat, giggling as he pulled you closer. You found yourself face to face with Sam, blood rushing to your cheeks as he looked at you softly, making you feel like you were levitating.

“Is this alright?” He mouthed.

“It’s…” You gulped. “It’s getting kinda hot here. I need…”

You pulled away from him and made your way to the door, fanning yourself as the cool air hit you. Get it together, girl.

Sam had followed you, your jacket in his hands. “Are you okay? If I overstepped anything, just let me--”

“No, it’s cool,” you let him help you into your jacket, something he always did. “There was just too many people in there.”

“Do you want me to take you home?”

You shook your head. You didn’t want to part from him just yet. “I live near but I kinda just wanna take a walk around. Come with me?”

The night was still quite young and cold enough to make your hands shiver as you walked with Sam, lost in conversation. It felt normal and right but every time his hand brushed against yours, you felt a burst of adrenaline rush through you. You wanted to hold his hand badly, but you weren’t sure if he felt the same way about you.

“Looks like rain,” Sam looked up at the dark sky, clouds blocking the moon.

As if the universe was listening to him, you felt a droplet fall on your cheek. “Oh!”

He laughed. “Let’s find some shelter?”

“I don’t live far, come one,” you grabbed his hand and led him to your apartment building, going in just as the rain picked up.

Sam whistled as he looked out the window on the way up to your place. “It’s really coming down out there.”

“You’re lucky I bought popcorn this morning,” you smiled at him. “Maybe we can watch a movie.”

“A romcom, I hope.”

You were glad you cleaned after you did groceries that morning. You never really expected to have Sam Drake sitting next to you in your living room, looking around and taking in your decor. For some reason, he seemed enthralled by your living room.

“We have No Strings Attached, Friends with Benefits…” You muttered as you went through the romcom section on Netflix.

“That one,” Sam pointed at When Harry met Sally...

“Classic Meg Ryan. What a dame, huh?”

“I remember seeing that at the movies.”

“Geez, how old were you when this came out?” You put the movie on.

“Um,” Sam looked up as he calculated the years in his head. “Eighteen.”

“Wow, you’re old,” you nudged him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he nudged you back. “Let’s just watch the film, huh?”

“Okay, old man,” you stuck your tongue out at him and he flicked a popcorn at you, hitting your forehead before it landed on the carpet. “Hey! You clean that up.”

He flicked another popcorn at you and you flicked one back at him and it hit him on the nose.

“Fuck around and find out, Sam.”

“Okay,” he chuckled and reached over to tickle you, something he knew you always hated.

“Sam!” You giggled as you doubled over onto his chest. “Sam, stop!”

“Fine,” he was smiling when he stopped and you found yourself in his arms, looking up into his warm brown eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

You pulled him in and kissed him softly. Sam tasted like beer and nicotine and you loved it. You felt as you were levitating again as the kiss deepened. Every little kiss, every time he ran his tongue against your mouth, you felt a bit more drunk in your feelings.

He pulled you onto his lap, his arms tight around your waist. You began moaning into the kiss, and alarms went on in your brain.

“Sam,” you pulled away and his lips met your neck. “Wait, I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” He whispered in concern.

“Um,” you gulped as you slid off his lap and sat down next to him. “I'm a virgin.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “You're kidding.”

“No, I swear to god,” you bit your lip. “Sorry.”

“What? It's nothing to be sorry about,” Sam took your hand. “We don't have to if you don't want to--”

“But I do!” You pulled at his hand.

He gave you a worried look.

“I've loved you for so long, Sam. I think I know when I was aware of it, but I can't remember how it even started,” you said and his expression changed into surprise. “I never thought about having sex with anyone else until, well, you came along.”

You felt your cheeks suddenly heat up. “That sounded awful. Sorry.”

“No, I--” Sam’s voice was low. “I feel the same way. I can't get you out of my head and it's driving me nuts. I don't think I've wanted anything more than to hold you, you know?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“But are you sure I'm going to be that guy?” Sam asked.

“Never have I ever been more sure of anything,” you gave him a little peck on the lips. “I want to be with you, Samuel.”

You were on top of him again in a passionate kiss, feeling the growing bulge in his jeans under your panties as you began grinding on him. His hands were on your thighs, daring to slide up under your dress.

“Are you sure?” Sam asked between kisses.

You nodded enthusiastically and he pulled you in for another kiss.

“Maybe we should do this in the bedroom then,” he said, resting a hand on your hip.

Sam helped you up, giving you small kisses as you walked him to your bedroom where he closed the door behind him. His hands were all over you as he pushed you down on the bed and crawled on top of you, a tender look in his eyes.

Your heart was beating hard despite the growing wetness in your underwear, but as Sam’s lips were on your neck again, your mind went blank. You purred under his touch, the soft, hot kisses on your neck, his hands cupping your breasts.

He started undoing the buttons in front of your dress then sat up to admire how you looked under him.

“Like what you see?” You propped yourself up on your elbows, taking your dress off so you were just in your underwear.

“Oh, hell yeah,” Sam took his shirt off.

His lips were on your neck again as his hands roamed your body more, expertly undoing your bra. You gasped in delight as he made a trail of kisses down your chest to your now exposed breasts, pinching and sucking at your nipples.

You closed your eyes and you felt him pull your panties off, feeling nervous again. You tried to cover your tummy, suddenly so aware of how naked you were.

“You okay?” He asked as he kissed you again.

“I guess I’m just a little scared,” you breathed. “Can we turn the light off?”

“Why?” Sam sat up.

“I’m just a little conscious.”

“You’re gorgeous,” he tenderly touched your cheek. “You don’t know how bad I want you.”

“Oh, Sam,” you pulled him in for a kiss and he gently cupped your cheek. “Keep going. Please.”

“Okay,” he smiled as he pulled away. “I’ll make this feel good.”

“Promise?” You giggled as he made his way down between your legs again.

“Mhmm,” he licked your clit and you softly moaned in response. “Good girl.”

Sam took his time sucking and licking at your clit, enjoying how you would respond to everything he did. You pulled at the sheets around you, arching your back to push yourself onto his mouth more. He chuckled as he sucked on your clit and you moaned out, your toes curling in pleasure. It felt so much better than your fingers or the clit sucker you bought out of curiosity. By the time he was done, you were a writhing, moaning mess, cumming while he gave your clit a harsh suck.

“My god,” you panted as you looked at him. Sam was looking up at you, wiping at his mouth. “You really know what you’re doing.”

“Oh, I’m not done just yet, baby,” Sam kissed your navel.

You winced when he kissed your belly.

“You’re so sexy,” he whispered. “I really won the lottery with you, huh?”

“Don’t even joke, Sam,” you sat up and pouted.

“Who says I’m joking?” He pulled you in to kiss you. “What’s not to love, baby?”

His lips were on your neck again, making you putty under sweet kisses and hot touches. Your fingers lingered on the curly hair on his chest, following the trail down his stomach. He was a lot more muscular than you thought, but he still had a little belly roll as he bent over to give you kisses.

Sam groaned when your hand reached his jeans.

“I’m hard as concrete right now,” he chuckled into your neck. “I need to get out of these jeans.”

“Let me help you,” you pushed him down on the bed and got on top of him.

“Wow,” Sam breathed as he looked up at you and you blushed.

You fumbled with his belt and the button on his jeans and Sam bucked his hips in excitement as you unzipped him. You pulled his jeans off along with his boxers, gasping as his cock sprung up. It was almost like how you imagined and you took him in your hand.

“Just like that,” he muttered as you slowly moved your hand up and down his length. You watched as the tip of his cock glistened with his precum and you were curious enough to give it a small lick, eliciting a moan from Sam.

Wanting to take it further, you took him in your mouth, the taste better than you imagined it to be. You softly sucked on the tip of his cock, innocently looking up at him. Sam had a wild look in his eyes as his eyebrows furrowed. You took him in your mouth deeper.

“You sure you’ve never done this before?” He asked.

You released his cock with a little popping sound from your lips and you blinked up at him. “Maybe you just really like me, Sammy.”

“Oh, you don’t even know,” he sat up and took your hand. “Come on, baby. This isn’t about me.”

“Oh? What is this about?” You smirked.

Sam fully kicked off his jeans. “I just wanna make you feel good.”

He kissed you hard as he climbed on top of you again. He made sure you were comfortable, piling pillows under your head before he went back to worshipping your body. His lips latched onto your nipples as his fingers moved down to your pussy.

“Is this okay?” He asked as he slid a finger in.

You nodded and he slid another finger in.

“How does that feel?” He found that sweet spot and softly rubbed it with his fingers.

“Really good,” you breathed and he continued to finger you.

You moaned hearing how wet you were as he kissed you again. His fingers felt so good inside you, you began to imagine how his cock would feel. When he pulled his hand away, you pouted.

“You ready, sweetness?” He smiled.

“As I’ll ever be,” you bit your lip. “Just… Just be gentle.”

“Of course,” he said tenderly as he lined his cock with your entrance.

You closed your eyes in anticipation, but to your surprise, it didn’t hurt as much as you thought. Sam pushed his cock inside as much as he can then stilled, letting you get used to it. You took a few deep breaths, the discomfort fading away as Sam kissed you.

“Am I hurting you?” He whispered.

“No.”

He softly thrusted and you winced.

“Are you okay?”

You closed your eyes and nodded. “Just keep going.”

Sam adjusted his hips and when he thrust again, he hit that spot from earlier and you finally felt good. You moaned and Sam took it as a cue to continue thrusting.

“Just let me know if I hurt you, okay?” He said before kissing your cheeks.

“It feels good, Sam.”

He sat up, holding onto your hips as he continued to make love to you. All discomfort forgotten, all you could focus on now was how Sam was looking at you and how good he made you feel.

“Oh, Sam,” you sighed.

“What is it, baby?” He slowed his hips and leaned over to cup your cheek.

“You’re amazing.”

Sam laughed as he peppered your face in kisses. “You’re so fucking cute.”

He thrust into you hard and you moaned out in pleasure. His lips latched onto your neck as he fucked you harder, desperate to make both of you cum. The sound of his grunts and groans by your ear filled your tummy with butterflies and soon enough you were moaning his name as you came.

“Fuck,” Sam groaned, the movement of his hips becoming more erratic. “Fuck, baby, you’re so sexy.”

He quickly pulled out and soon you felt the warmth of his cum all over your thigh. You looked up at Sam, both of you out of breath and still high on pleasure. He gave you a lopsided grin as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Can we do that again?” You joked.

He chuckled and collapsed on the bed next to you. “Won’t you let an old man rest first?”

You cuddled into his arms and kissed the tip of his nose. “Then we can do it again tomorrow?”

“Anything you want, gorgeous.”

Sam gave you a soft kiss and you both lay in satisfied silence. You played what just happened in your mind over and over again, feeling giddy every single time.

“I hope…” Sam started. “I hope that was okay. No regrets?”

“Are you kidding?” You took his hand in yours. “That was better than I thought it’d be.”

“Guess I still got it in me.”

“You sure do,” you kissed him.

“Maybe we could go out together tomorrow,” Sam wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Like a date?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “Figured after all that, you’d want to be my girlfriend maybe.”

It hadn’t even crossed your mind that Sam would’ve wanted that with you.

“Girlfriend?” You repeated. Sam’s girlfriend.

“What do you say?” He was rubbing circles on your waist with his thumb. “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

“Hell yeah, Sam,” you giggled and kissed him.

“Cool,” he smiled.

“Sam,” you rested your chin on his chest. “Can we please have sex again?”

[writercole]

It’s You

Squares Filled: Tooth Rotting fluff: @samcreationsbingo​ // Quote E “I can’t believe you’re bringing this up again”: Tell me a story bingo @supernatural-jackles​ // Neighbor AU @spnmixedbingo​ // AtU: Blind Date @acrosstheuniversebingo​ // Bad Things: Tongue-tied @badthingshappenbingo​ // AU Bingo: Jo Harvelle @spnaubingo​ // Syd’s Challenge: “I am so going to regret this” // fluff bingo: photographer AU @spnfluffbingo​ Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader WC: 1432 Warnings: Fluff? Yeah basically that’s it. Fluff, blind date, a little kissing Credits: @that-one-gay-girl​ and @padalelli​ for beta reading; @padalelli​ for the header; @firefly-graphics​ for the divider A/N: I felt like writing some Sam Fluff today for some reason. I hope it lives up to his image. Prompts are in bolded italics, incoming texts are just italics, outgoing just bold.

“Jo, I’ve told you before, I don’t need you to set me up with your cousin, okay?” You paced around your apartment, trying to keep your voice down since all of your walls were paper thin. You didn’t want your neighbors to hear about your perpetual singleness. 

“And I told you that you cannot keep shutting yourself in that apartment with your cat. I’m going to take a guess that you’re in your baggy gray sweats, ratty sweatshirt with the neckline that hangs off a shoulder, hair in a very messy bun, and fuzzy socks with a bag of Cheetos in your hand. Am I close?” she sassed you.

You looked down at yourself and sighed. Your best friend was absolutely right and she knew it. “I don’t have Cheetos in my hand, Jo.”

“I knew it. Okay, be at Rocky’s at 7 on Thursday. And wear something nice, Y/N!” She ended the call and you stared down at your phone, wondering what the hell just happened.

“I am so going to regret this,” you mumbled, trudging to your closet to start prepping your outfit. Your date was in two days and Jo was going to bug you about your outfit in about three hours.

“Jo, I can’t believe you’re bringing this up again,” Sam fussed at his cousin on the way home from his photo shoot. “I meet plenty of people, thank you.”

“Come on, Sam. PLEASE! She’s a really sweet girl and she’s gorgeous,” Jo begged. He could practically see her puppy dog face. 

“Jo, I really don’t want to start dating right now. I just got the studio running well and besides, my neighbor is really cute and sweet and I’m thinking about asking her out.” Sam wasn’t lying for the most part. His neighbor was really attractive and he did want to ask her out. He was just...nervous. His last relationship had lasted for four years before Eileen went back to Ireland and before that was Jess in college who, coincidentally, also moved across the country.

“Sam, one date. I’ll owe you so big.” 

“Fine, Jo. Fine. Will you at least tell Dean you’re setting me up so he can come rescue me if I need it?” 

“Thank you, Sam! You won’t regret this. Rocky’s. Thursday at 7. Oh, and it was Dean’s idea,” Jo said, ending the call with a quick “Thanks, Sam. I love you!”

Sam stared at his phone in defeat, unable to believe that the two of them conspired against him and somehow roped him into a blind date. He huffed and shot a text to his brother. 

<I am going to murder you in your sleep. Why are you and Jo plotting together to set me up? >Oh, come on, Sammy. Live a little. I’m letting her set me up, too, if it makes you feel better. <Really doesn’t. >Sam, this girl sounds perfect for you. <I still hate you right now.

Sam made it to his apartment door at the same time his neighbor was walking out of hers with a bag of garbage in her hand. “Oh...um...hi,” he managed to say. He was always so flustered when she was around.

“Hey, Sam,” she replied with a sweet smile. “Long day at the studio?”

“Y-yeah. Long. Long day,” he stammered, his cheeks turning red. 

“I won’t keep you. Have a good night, Sam,” she said with a small wave, walking away to throw her bag of trash at the dumpster.

“Yeah, night,” he mumbled when she was out of earshot. He walked into his apartment and threw his keys and bag on the counter. “Idiot,” he chastised, disappointed that he couldn’t just speak up and ask his neighbor out.

Thursday came quickly and just as you’d expected, you had to work a little late. You thought ahead and wore the dress you had planned on and brought along your heels and makeup. You made it out of work with just enough time to make it to Rocky’s by 7. You touched up your makeup as you drove, knowing how dangerous it was to apply mascara and drive, but being pressed for time and wanting to look your best forced your hand.

Jo had told you that the guy, whose name she refused to give you, would be sitting in a booth halfway down the left side with his back to the door and a white rose on the table. You took a deep breath as you opened the door and stepped inside, the jukebox playing an old Lynyrd Skynryd song as you entered.

You quickly spotted a white rose at a table, its occupant a tall man in a dark blue shirt and jeans. You walked over slowly, taking steadying breaths as you approached the table.

Sam was told that his date would find him, that all he had to do was leave a white rose on the edge of the table. To say he was nervous was an understatement. His leg wouldn’t stop bouncing under the table and his hands couldn’t stay still. He stopped breathing every time the door opened.

Sam heard the clicking of high heels walking towards the booths and he closed his eyes and took some deep breaths. He heard the footsteps stop at his table and he opened his eyes to see you standing there.

You took his breath away in your simple black skater dress, your makeup light, your eyes sparkling with excitement. His jaw fell open in surprise as his eyes raked over your frame

“Sam?” you asked, looking around to see if there were any other white roses on other tables before sliding into the seat opposite him.

Sam was still staring in disbelief. “It’s you,” he whispered.

“How do you know Jo?” you questioned, feeling much more at ease about the date now that it was the neighbor you’d been crushing on.

“She’s my cousin. I didn’t realize you knew her,” he replied with a soft smile. 

“Jo has been one of my best friends since college.” You matched the curl of his lips with your own, silently thanking Jo for finally breaking you down.

“I have to admit, I did everything I could think of to get her off my back. She’s been pushing for this setup for a while now,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke.

“Honestly, I did too. She’s been begging to set me up with her cousin for close to a year now. I finally agreed to shut her up,” you chuckled.

“Do you regret it?” Sam asked you, a tone in his voice you could only describe as hope.

“Not at all,” you instantly replied, your smile widening as his did the same, the dimples on his cheeks becoming more prominent. 

The two of you sat at the bar and talked for hours, eventually migrating to the same side of the booth after a couple of drinks. You shared stories about work, family, and school, laughing as he told you about his brother Dean and the date that Jo was setting him up on. “I’ll have to get with Jo and work with her. I owe them for tonight,” he told you, taking a sip of his beer.

“Is that right?” you flirted, taking a sip of your own drink.

“Yeah I’ve, uh, I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now but I would get a little flustered and tongue-tied when I would see you.” Sam looked a little embarrassed by that fact so you rested your hand on his arm.

“I would have said yes, y’know,” you said softly.

Sam’s head lifted and his kaleidoscope eyes met yours. You felt yourself moving towards him, closing the distance between your lips and Sam’s. He met you halfway, his soft, pillowy lips meeting yours gently, your eyes fluttering shut. His hand reached up to cup your cheek; yours moved up his arm to rest on his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath your palm. 

He pulled back far too soon and not soon enough all at once. You opened your eyes to see Sam gazing at you in amazement. “You want to get out of here?” he asked.

You nodded and he helped you out of the booth, tossing down several bills to cover your drinks and a generous tip. His hand never left the small of your back as he guided you out of the bar.

You stopped in front of your car and looked up at him with a smile. “Your place or mine?”

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[twistednuns]

June 2022

Do not stop at the wall looming before you. / Make a door - wide enough - not only for you but for others. / KEEP MOVING. - Maggie Smith

The day at the lake with Doris. Friday after school, celebrating the first afternoon of the holidays. Yoga and heavy flirting on the SUP. Touching, holding each other. Sharing the snacks we'd bought, coming up with a packing list for our sabbaticals. Creating inside jokes, listening to music in the car which I drove home during a thunderstorm. But we'd managed to leave the lake just in time so we didn't get wet. I made creamy truffle spaghetti when we came home and we "accidentally" started kissing instead of watching movies.

Singing Soli Deo Gloria - so dramatic!

A nice evening with red wine, Peter, Andrea and Tom. Getting to know people, inviting them over.

The MONKI swirly blue bathing suit. Pool camouflage. And the sparkle emoji necklace!

A lovely afternoon at Marlies' and Helga's terrace. Homemade baguette, delicious wild strawberries and I even got rid of my 9€ ticket!

Kind offers from friends to lend me money or let me stay with them if I come back to Munich during my sabbatical.

Walking to the lake with Sash and Lena. Swimming to the other shore (Doris: "Endlich am andern Ufer angekommen!"). Eating cherries, playing the llama card game.

First ideas for Doris' birthday present. I got her sparkle earrings as a reminder of my sparkly personality, my favourite graphic novel (This One Summer) and a SUP-themed Pixi book.

Getting things done, especially when it comes to subletting my apartment: I finally made a listing and published it online. One week later I even found the strength to sort through the e-mails and invite a few people over. Making final decisions, booking my flight.

Healthy breakfast with hazelnut butter (to make it a little less healthy - balance is key).

A fun evening with Raphael. Eating at Thao's deserted outside tables, playing darts, pool and kicker at FLEX. Drinking evil Vodka Bulls, hearing about his travels. Connection, touching, getting more familiar again.

Trying to help Frank find a therapist. Talking about all his issues. I guess I've got to return the favour now, huh... / Enjoying the sunset at Theresienwiese with a cool beer. Therap-influencing, deep talk, smoking and joking around.

That deep golden orange shirt I found - the colour made my skin glow. I've been thinking a lot about seasonal colour types and I suspect I'm an autumn. At least I want to be because the rich autumn colours are always my favourite!

A solitary afternoon at Maria Einsiedel. Swimming in the almost deserted pool. Being the only one brave enough to enter the Eisbach. Kreuzweise. A duck family passing by.

Lunch at Giorgia with the most amazing restaurant toilet I have ever seen (mirror cabinet!) and gorgeous decor. We visited Fujiko Nakaya's fog exhibition at Haus der Kunst and walked the scenic route through Munich's "French" quarter. Anika even found a free book she had been searching for.

My first time in Ireland! Margit gave me a late birthday present at the airport - moon phase ear crawlers! / Lots of rabbits outside Dublin airport / Exploring Galway - a free walking tour, friendly locals, good food and interesting things to look at / Charlie Byrne's bookstore - lovely vibes, I couldn't resist buying two night-themed books with very similar midnight blue and golden covers that looked gorgeous together / Getting the perfect hoodie ("Breathe deeply and embrace your emotions!") because I showed up in sandals and shorts - big mistake, Ireland is still quite frosty in the summer / The Atlantic walk over to Salthill, very rough and romantic; enjoying a whiskey and a pint at a cosy pub with live music / Margit's crush on the Irish Folk Music percussionist / Our two days with the rental car - driving along the Wild Atlantic Way was truly marvellous and we were very lucky - hardly any rain.

On the first day we visited Brigid's Garden where I tied a wish for my upcoming travels on a branch and there were even tiny entrances to the fairy realm. We encountered friendly French bikers, explored crafts stores, tried not to hit any sheep. The landscape with the rough stone, greenery and lochs reminded me of the Scottish Highlands. We visited Kylemore Abbey and the Victorian Garden which was amazing. A chat with the friendly bus driver. Lovely dinner in one of the villages on our way home.

On the next day: castle and church ruins, an old graveyard in the middle of nowhere. I made friends along the way - the cows were very suspicious but the ponies enjoyed their pets and kept asking for more. I frightened Margit when I walked too close to the edges of a cliff. Later we took the ferry to the smallest Aran Island and rented a bike. I can't even describe how beautiful everything was - one more clue, I guess I really need to live by the sea. Stone walls everywhere you looked. Stopping for cake. Breathing in the ocean breeze. In the evening we went to the Cliffs of Moher and I was a bit grumpy because I didn't understand why we had to buy expensive tickets just to walk around the cliffs but the fact that I was able to borrow a pair of binoculars to watch thousands of breeding puffins around the area made good for it! It was the first time I'd seen the cute flying footballs. Purple and orange sunset over the water on our way home. We actually stopped to take very cheesy pictures. I was a bit disappointed by Dublin but I liked the vintage shops, the rainbow flags everywhere. And of course the Old Library at Trinity College. Frozen Margaritas at a remodeled church made for a worthy ending of our trip. Best souvenir: Terry's Chocolate Orange.

Doris picked me up from the airport the next day and we went swimming. I paddled us around the lake. We read a Pixi from my Happy Kitty emergency kit. When we got hungry, we found one of the best Indian restaurants I had ever been to (somewhere in the Bavarian countryside - how?!) and I chatted with the owner whose family is from Rishikesh.

Hanging out in Frank's kitchen, meeting Fabi and Sonja again after what felt like an eternity. We still like each other. Import Export - we actually made it!

An afternoon at the lake with Bibi. Really good ice cream in Starnberg!

Kino Mond und Sterne at Westpark with Manu! Great movie and company - unfortunately I was very tired so I slept through parts of the film.

Getting Christian's birthday present at Boesner and the mediterranean supermarket in Werksviertel. I translated for an artist when I picked out ceramics glazes and she invited me to her exhibition!

Christian's birthday surprise: a craft beer tasting at a local brewery run by two Americans. The best thing about it was dinner afterwards - great pizza at a very chic Italian restaurant, tasty red wine, meeting Lena's favourite percussionist and spending the whole evening with Mathias. We only see each other once in a blue moon but whenever we do we have such a blast!

A cat on the subway!

Overcoming fear at the high ropes course. The ziplines were worth it! Happy about missing my 5b art classes.

A traditional Thursday veggie kebab with Doris, talking about her relationship status on a park bench, eating ice cream.

The outfit I wore the other day. Shopping my own closet. The black dress with white triangles, an army-green long jacket, plum lipstick.

Shopping at Flying Tiger: a terrazzo notebook, pastel glass straws, a "snack attack" box, glitter washi tape and some carabiners for my trip.

Using the Primavera Space Clearing room spray. I'd love to have a perfume that smells similar.

The fact that Kris Atomic has started making BookTube videos about her latest recommendations (and complete and utter fails). I've been monitoring her online presence ever since her early fame as an illustrator and photographer.

The tiniest snail hanging out on my windowsill after a thunderstorm.

Doris writing a little poem about me. Helping me with my severely deficient organisation skills and unwillingness to do things I don't really wanna do. Like buying hiking shoes (kissing in a tent in the middle of the store was an incentive) or giving me deadlines for inviting people over for an apartment viewing.

Amy, who is such a natural cheerleader. She told me how talented she thinks I am (and how cool my nails always are, how young and pretty I look) - but I can only return the compliments because I admire how empathetic, reasonable and perceptive she is (she knew immediately when D. and I secretly kissed and I came back into the classroom, beaming). Her mum clearly did something very right.

[kkysolo]

Stuck On You / Chpt. 2

Prologue / Chapter One

Pairing: Ben Solo|Kylo Ren/Reader (female) Setting: Modern AU - Cyberpunk, dystopia, gangs, best friends to lovers.  Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, language, emotional reactions, classism, poverty, war, co-dependent relationships (eventual fluff, smut, romance).

A/N: Yeah, I know I said I wasn’t gonna post this story on tumblr anymore because of the anxiety posting on here causes me, but here we are in our clown shoes posting anyway. There is a major language warning for this chapter. Listen, I grew up in a pretty small town in Ireland where many of us were from poorer households and swearing as punctuation just seemed to be how we all spoke growing up. So that’s been a huge inspiration for how our characters in this story speak, though their circumstances are far more dire. Also, a very dialogue heavy chapter. Also, I tend to write in second-person omniscient, which is why you’ll see a lot of head-hopping.

Fic Summary: 

The year is 2084.

Despite its advances, society has collapsed on itself. The world is crooked, damaged, dying. Rezoned into new territories, separating the elite from the unworthy. Civilization is crumbling at your very feet, and in the midst of it all, your best friend, Ben Solo, has been missing for three years. You desperately cling to what’s left of him, hoping that he’ll come home, praying that things will fall back into place.

And then he does. And they don’t. Because life is different when you’re a scoundrel in the midst of a class war.

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You wake with a start, inhaling sharply as your eyes adjust to the morning light. It cracks through a crooked break in the rotting window shutters, the black paint has long since flaked away to expose it’s decaying wood. You yawn, nuzzling into your pillow. You relish in the quiet of mornings like these - a brief sliver of serenity, of tranquility, amidst a raging war. There’s no patrols this morning, no roar of ion engines, no gunshots, no screaming. No sound, no peep at all from the hell you’ve come to live in. Just the quiet rumble of resistance vehicles, the soothing hum of conversing pedestrians. You stretch, elongating your limbs as you turn away from the window, groggily humming as you do. 

And then, you see him. And then, you scream. 

The pitch of your glass-shattering screech startles him awake, and he jumps out of his sleeping position - his head resting heavily against his fist, his elbow supporting his upper body weight on the arm of one of the only two chairs you own. You scuttle backward frantically, your back hitting the wall - you couldn’t afford a headboard even if you saved. Your bed doesn’t even have a frame. 

“Woah,” he grunts. “You scared the shit out of me.” 

You blink. You can feel it, the panic. You know it’s coming, and you try in vain to calm your heart as it begins to race, pounding against your flesh. You can hear it in your ears, can hear the blood draining from your face. Your breathing starts to catch in your throat as your chest tightens, and you think, for a moment, that you might vomit all over your knees. 

“You look like you’re going to puke,” he comments, rising from his seat. He steps closer to you, but you flinch, and your breathing only accelerates. “It’s alright, it’s just me, it’s Ben,” his tone drops to a soothing murmur as he continues his approach. “It’s just me, sunshine.” 

It’s the nickname that does it, that throws you over the edge. Sobs erupt from your chest with a force, causing you to cough and choke as tears start to spurt, cascading down your cheeks and streaming past your lips. The bed dips as he appears beside you, pulling you to him, right into his chest - and the feeling, how it feels to finally have you like this again, right in front of him, your skin beneath his fingertips, your hair tickling the plains of his cheeks. The moment, this indulgent little fragment of repose, it doesn’t last. You thrash against him, shoving him away with every ounce of strength you can muster first thing in the morning. 

“What the fuck, Ben?” You wail, kicking him away and scooting to the opposite side of the bed. “W-what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you to wake up,” he says - and calmly, too. Like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

You look at him incredulously, frantically wiping the tears from your face. Your shock is replaced by a glower. 

“Where have you been,” you grit out, enunciating each word with as much venom as you can. “For the past three fucking years?” 

Ben pauses, eyes falling to the floor. 

“Smuggling,” he mumbles, almost too low for you to hear. 

“Smuggling,” you repeat the word indignantly. “You left us. You left the Resistance, your family, me, to go and fucking smuggle?” 

“It’s not that simpl-” 

You cut him off. You don’t care if it’s not that simple. Everything is that simple. 

“Well what the fuck are you smuggling?” “Just weapons at first, but now with the whole alcohol thing-” “Jesus, Ben, how the fuck did you end up in this mess?” “The Knights of Ren-” “The Kni- the fucking bounty hunters? The fucking gang? Are you fucking for real?” “They fucking found me on the outer rim on that mission with a top tier warrant on my head!” “And?”

“Wh-” Ben looks at you incredulously, mouth half hanging open. “What the fuck do you mean ‘and’? They cut me a deal, I work for them, they don’t hand me over to the Empire.” 

“Work for them? What, you’re hunting bounties, now? Picking us off?”

Ben shifts backward in surprise, a hand running through his raven hair. It’s longer now, than it used to be. 

“No, Jesus. The deal was that I bring in their credits. I smuggle whatever they want me to, I do whatever they want me to - they keep me away from the Empire, and they leave the Resistance alone.”  “Sounds like a sweet fucking deal, bet you’re living the life of luxury,” you fold your arms across your chest, sniffling quietly. 

“Well, I made them enough fucking credits,” he makes a gesture of exasperation with his hands. “But I don’t get a cut. Them leaving you alone is payment enough, as far as they’re concerned. They lose a lot of fucking money not picking up your bounties,” he pauses for a moment, his eyes that had settled on the ground now snap up to meet yours. “Do you know you’ve got a second tier warrant on you?”

You ignore him. Of course you know. 

“I can’t believe that’s what you were doing, that that’s where you were.”  “I was staying alive,”  “We needed you.” “And what fucking use would I have been to anyone dead?” He roars, and you jump only slightly. “What fucking use am I to you if I’m dead?”  “You were as good as, you dick.”  “I always knew I was coming back,” he tries to settle his temper. “I couldn’t have left you forever.” “You left for long enough, didn’t you, though? Because we didn’t know you were coming back.”  “I couldn’t-” “You could have fucking called!” You shriek. “I texted your stupid fucking phone every fucking time I thought of you, which was all the damn time.”  “I know,” he murmurs. “I got them. Your voicemail, too.” 

You can’t help the whimper that escapes you. It feels somewhat like your whole life has just shattered around you.

“I fucking hate you,” you sob. “I absolutely fucking hate you.” 

“No,” Ben murmurs, and he reaches for you again. You swat at him. “You don’t, sunshine. You know you don’t.”

“I do,” you cry. But Ben shakes his head again, and you don’t even see, don’t even notice that he’s crying, that he’s been crying. 

“Don’t say things you don’t mean,” he whispers. “Please,” and he tries again - arms winding around your waist as he pulls you to him, sliding you onto his lap. You don’t resist this time. Your head lolls against his chest as you cry, and cry and cry and cry until it feels like your throat is coated in splinters. And he holds you like that, while your hands clutch at his shirt, bunching it in your fists, and he rocks you gently. Humming softly as his own tears drip down onto your scalp. Humming a song - that song. Your song. 

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. 

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“She can’t see me,” Ben toys with his coffee cup. He sits, hunched over at your kitchen table - if you can call a decaying wooden crate with two chairs as much. “She can’t know.”

“You’re not gonna tell your own mother that you’re alive?”  You’re standing at the counter, watching him from a safe distance. Your anger, your fury has simmered, but hasn’t dissipated. “What the fuck has happened to you?”

“I’m not supposed to be here,” he grits, grinding his teeth. You’ve always hated when he does that. The noise of it would wake you during the night when you’d both shared a closet-sized bedroom some years ago. You’d shared a damp mattress, too. Mold ridden and lumpy and cold. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t have come.”

“Then why did you?”

Ben rolls his eyes. 

“What fucking good is it explaining anything to you? You don’t listen.”  “I’ve been listening.”

“Well, you’re not fucking hearing me, then,” he mumbles, focusing his attention on your feet instead of your face. He’s irritated, irate with himself for thinking this would be easy - that you’d leap into his arms without a second thought. Because really, you’ve always been this way. Stubborn, unyielding. The two things he’s always so deeply admired about you are now serving only to undermine his feeble plan. 

“Even if you did want to tell her, she’s leaving on a mission today.” “And dad?” “Going with her,” you sip at your own coffee. It tastes of used filters. “You know Han doesn’t let her go alone.” 

Ben nods solemnly, twirling his cup in his hands. 

“I came for you,” he murmurs. “That’s why I’m here.”  “For me?” 

“I needed to see you,” his voice drops an octave, and it trembles only slightly as he speaks. “And I can keep you safe.” 

You scoff. The concept of safety has been long lost on you. For years now, you’ve endured, survived - but you’ve lost sleep, jumping awake at the sound of an ion engine. You’ve lost blood, lost hair, lost half your sanity simply trying to stay alive. 

“There’s no safety, not here, not anywhere.”

“I can keep you safe,” he springs up from his seat, knocking his empty cup over as he does. “But you need to trust me.” 

“What about your parents? Your friends?” 

He’s inches from you now, biting at his lip in that way that he does, the way that makes them red raw and swollen. He’s determined, adamant that this will work - that you’ll hear him, that you’ll come with him. He needs to know that the past three years haven’t been in vain, that they haven’t been for nothing, that his work, his fucking slavery meant something. 

“My parents don’t need my help, you know that as well as I do,” he murmurs, his voice dropping deeper. “They’re untouchable. You aren’t.” 

“None of us are.”

“You’re my priority,” he insists, and the power he holds with his stance, his figure that looms over you alone almost convinces you of it - that you are. 

“Didn’t feel like that when you fucking disappeared,” you grumble, not stepping back when he moves closer. “And I don’t see how you’re going to be able to protect me. Ben Solo the smuggler, what hold do you have on the Empire?” 

He cocks an eyebrow, his honey eyes twinkling as a soft smirk forms on his lips - and all you can think of is trouble, because that smirk, those eyes - they’ve never led to anything good. 

“Ben Solo? Nothing,” he shrugs. “Kylo Ren, though? Everything.”