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Hello It’s me again, I just need a minute because I was listening to high infidelity and now I can’t stop thinking about singer!reader cheating on Drew with one of her ex’s because he bailed on her (she touring and out of state out of the country maybe) to go to Disney with you know who 💀 and he finds out they break up she releases the song

Bonus point if she’s like I cheated so what you’re an awful boyfriend

Reader can’t be the only one always suffering, I’ve decided he needs to suffer to keep him humble (???)

high infidelity- drew starkey

drew starkey x singer!reader

warnings: cheating, sex, angst, no comfort.

summary: the request

playlist: high infidelity by taylor swift

a/n: this was hell for me because i love happy endings and hate cheating but she's kinda right in this one. i have a few other anon requests that fit perfectly with this one, a no happy ending with drew.

it's a one shot which means there won't be a part two

"but you said you'd make it. it's been almost two months without seeing eachother." she said looking at him through the facetime.

"i know baby but i forgot about her birthday and the trip." he sighs.

"you won't be able to come later because you'll be shooting."

"i know baby, i'm sorry but it's her birthday." she chuckled.

"your exe's birthday is more important than seeing your girlfriend" closing her eyes she takes a deep breath in before speaking again. "i get that no one in the public eye really knows we're together but our circles know and I'm starting to think it's never enough with you."

"what do you mean?" a confused look adorned his eyes.

"it's never enough love for you, in the year and a half we've been together you've put so many people ahead of me and i'm kinda done with that."

"are you breaking up with me?" his voice tone turned defensive.

"no but you should let what i said sink in because i'm pissed as hell and they're calling be to stage. bye drew."

the empty screen haunted him. it was only a birthday he thought but he knew it was much more than that, it was the missed calls, the way she tried to change her agenda to make space for him to visit, the way she called him inmediatly after a weird picture came out to reassure him and explain him the context so he wouldn't think anything weird about it but she couldn't say the same about him.

the piano on stage was receiving all the rage she felt inside of her 'the heart wants what it wants' was a song she picked, a fan favourite she hadn't sang in ages.

"There's a million reasons why I should give you up but the heart wants what it wants" she gave the public a faint smile before saying goodbye.

"thank you madrid! I love y'all" the lights went off and she was rushed out of the stage.

"so he's going to disney?" Alex, her best friend and stylist, asked when they laid down on the bed of her hotel room for the night.

"yeah. I'm done you know? like I'm so fucking tired." she sighs. "I feel like he's cheating on me all the time and maybe he is, emotionally at least."

"babe." the pity on Alex voice made her roll her eyes.

"don't worry, won't die from heartbreak this time. I survived justin y'know, there won't be anything worse than that." reminiscing on her broken engagement on her early twenties. "why were we thinking about marriage at twenty? i'm thirty one and very far away from marrying someone." they both laugh.

"couldn't tell you but you two were very much in love." Alex picked up her phone at the sound of a text coming through. "oh shit."

"what?" she turned her head to look at her friend.

"jacob texted marco asking if he could go to the show in london."

"jacob as my ex jacob?" she sat in bed when alex nodded yes. "you gotta be kidding me."

"c'mon why is it a surprise to you?"

"I don't maybe because it's been three years since we broke up?"

"you didn't break up on a weird way. you broke up, both agreed, had goodbye sex and never saw each other again." she laughs at her friend words.

"the sex was so good." she giggles.

"sex with starkey ain't?"

"no sex with drew is amazing like mind blowing but the last few times it all felt more like a thing we had to do more than a thing we had desire to." she makes a face of discomfort and alex sighs. "but well it is what it is." she makes a pause before turning the lights off. "tell jacob to come to both dates in London."

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jacob e 'hey'

jacob e 'it's been a while'

jacob e 'but thank you for letting me come'

jacob e 'my sister is excited to see you again'

jacob e 'and I am too'

y/n 'mornin'

y/n 'the least I could do, you know you're always welcome tho'

jacob e 'yeah but I heard you're dating someone, didn't want to intrude'

y/n 'it's all good, see you in a few days ��️'

jacob e '❤️'

"you look beautiful." was the first thing drew said when she accepted his facetime.

"thanks." she gave him a half smile. "are you already in disney?"

"yeah got here last night, tried calling you but you didn't pick up."

"sorry about it, we went out and I didn't bring my phone." he watched as she pretended to not pay attention to him even if he didn't realised she was pretending.

"you didn't say anything about going out last time we talked." he pressed a little.

"you didn't say anything about ditching me for your ex until two days before but here we are right?" he sighed.

"baby we talked about this already." she chuckled.

"yeah well I want to talk about it again because I'm so fucking mad at you." the vein in her neck starting to pulse. "I don't want any complaints later on."

"complaints? about what?" she wanted to laugh at the confused look he now wore.

"about anything and everything, I don't want complaints about who am I hanging up with, go out with, where I don't go and bla bla bla."

"are you serious?" she wanted to kill him.

"damn right I am, I have to know you're with your fucking ex girlfriend and all the friends that want you two back together, then also I have to see pictures of you two together. damn right I am serious." he wanted to say something else but she continued talking. "I'd say to tell her happy birthday but I don't like her so bye, I'll talk to you when I can."

and just like that the conversation was over.

she acted like a bitch but the tears streaming down her face showed the reality of her feelings. it truly was the end of their relationship and if she was getting hurt and been seen like a fool in their inner circle, she would make sure he felt the same way.

drew wanted to say he was enjoying the trip with his friends but he wasn't. he could only think about what she said and the coldness in her voice that he had never heard, he wonder if there was a coming back from this.

"c'mon forget about whatever happen to you and let's drink." odessa laughed grabbing his hand and interlocking their fingers.

picture after picture were being taken in the distance.

"just my friend." she said throwing her phone in the couch for alex to see. "it's so fucking over, I hate him so much."

"oh sweetheart." she nodded no at her best friend's words.

"loving him was such a fucking mistake. I'm done." she cleaned the tears that she couldn't stop from falling before getting on her outfit for the night. "the show must go on they say."

"shit shit shit." he murmured at the sight of the pictures his younger brother sent him.

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drewstarkeynews drew with odessa and a fan today at disneyworld. according to the fans who saw them and a video posted on tiktok they were holding hands the whole time.

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logan 'man wtf'

logan 'mum sent me these pics'

logan 'that's fucked up'

drew 'it was just a moment'

logan 'that's your ex'

logan 'she won't care if it was just a moment'

drew 'logan fuck off'

logan 'just saying, we actually liked y/n'

logan 'mom doesn't want you bringing o again if y/n leaves your idiotic ass'

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drew 'good luck tonight baby'

drew 'I love you'

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enews jacob elordi was seen in london outside the arena where his former partner y/n l/n will be presenting tonight. are the sparks back between the two?

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user1 yes i loved them!!

user2 i thought there were rummors about her a drew starkey

replied by starkeysgf thank god this proves they're not together

user3 is it getting warmer in london?

replied by random89 nope it's april

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drew 'your ex is there?'

y/n 'you're actually kidding right?'

y/n 'yes he's here because he wanted to bring his sister and her friends'

drew 'yeah sure'

y/n 'I'm not the one who ditched his gf or should i remind you where you are right now?'

y/n 'not doing this again, I'm getting on stage'

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"love will remember" she looked down at the piano in front of her pausing for a moment before she continued. "you said you loved me I said I loved you back, what happened to that?"

a tear escaped her right eye but she wasn't quick enough to brush it off and the cameras caught it right on time.

"even if we try to forget love will remember." it ended more as a whisper than an actual song, she hated herself for allowing him to put her on that spot again. the broken girl but this time she wouldn't let herself be the only one broken hearted.

she would deal with the bad karma later.

"for the next song i want to thank the person who inspired it, you know who you are." she smiles at the camera. "this is cherry."

what's done it's done and florida was so damn far from london. he had made the bed where he now laid, april 29th would be forever engraved in his mind with the video he was just sent of her singing a song for the ex who was there with her.

there, where he should've been.

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drew 'i know you're mad as hell rn'

drew 'but i love you'

drew 'i made a mistake'

drew 'i'm sorry'

drew 'call me when you see this baby'

she turned off her phone without opening the messages instead she opened her hotel room door.

"ready for dinner?" jacob smiled at her extending his hand for her to take.

"a bit late for dinner don't you think?" she smirks.

"some drinks then." he leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek before leading the way out of the hotel.

they walked around for a bit in the city they used to find middle ground in.

"i love london at night." she felt the weight of his arm falling around hers.

"i know that's why i suggested going out instead of taking something in the hotel." playing with a string of her hair he took it a step further. "missed ya y'know?" his aussie accent slipping right through him.

"yeah? didn't noticed you went model after model." she teased making him laugh.

"none of them are you." she looked up at him.

"i've been dating someone like for the past year and a half." he nods.

"still here you are, aren't you?" she chuckles. "drew starkey isn't that right?"

"yeah." she gives him a half smile. "don't know where we stand tho, he's in disneyworld for his ex girlfriend's bday. ditched me knowing we won't see eachother for at least three months between his shootings and the tour."

"wow if i thought i was an idiot back then, this dude just won the worldcup to most idiotic man ever." she laughs throwing her head back, making him smile at the action. "what? it's true like i let you go but i'm a hundred porcent sure i never made you feel like that."

"he must not really love me." her shoulders bump up a little. "we were doomed from the start."

"and do you love him?" he asked receiving a yeah as an answer.

they kept walking trying to find somewhere to sit and have a drink but everything was closed.

"wanna go back to my hotel room?" she asks taking the hand laying on one of her shoulders in her's.

"can i kiss you first?" the question came more as a whisper than a full sentence.

without doubting she leaned up connecting their mouth.

"so you wanna come to my hotel room?" she smiled against his lips.

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popculture singer y/n l/n was spotted last night kissing her former partner actor jacob elordi, the couple splitted up three years ago after almost four years together. the singer had been rummored to be dating actor drew starkey, guess this puts an end to all the rummors.

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random23 YES THEY'RE BACK TOGETHER

drewstarkeyyywife well then it is what it is

dessxdrew thank god

she didn't think of him as her ex boyfriend took off her clothes and she kissed his neck.

didn't mind it when he moaned. "baby." on her ear while thrusting into her and most of all she didn't think of him when she reached her high moaning another man's name. "jacob god."

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drew 'are you serious?'

missed call from drew

you have 25 missed calls from drew

drew 'can't believe you'd do this'

drew 'I made a fucking mistake'

drew 'but this?'

drew 'call me wherever the fuck you see this'

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jacob e 'call me when you have all that mess figured out, would like to see you again'

fresh out the shower she took her phone and read all the messages, jacob had left more than two hours before but she had stayed in bed.

"god." taking a deep breath in she pressed call.

"fucking finally." her boyfriend or ex boyfriend, she didn't know which one he was yet, seemed mad as hell.

"what do you want drew?" she was tired of all the games, the feeling alone, she was tired of not being number one in his life. maybe it was the easy way out, cheating on him, giving back all the shit he sent her way.

"what do I want? you kissed your fucking ex in the middle of london and you're asking me what do I want?" he chuckled from the other side of the screen, staring at her and her wet hair. "do you know how those pictures made me feel?"

"we've done this before drew and im so fucking tired of you making me feel guilty when all you've done is make me feel miserable and insecure and alone because you are still in a relationship with that girl even if you don't want to admit it to yourself." she shrugged. "yeah I kissed him so what?"

he ignored her previous words. "so what?" he dryly laughed. "you cheated on me!"

"because you're a bad fucking boyfriend! he made me feel more alive in that fucking kiss that you in the last couple weeks" her eyes pricked with tears. "you don't love me enough and you're so selfish that you don't want to let me go even when you know you still love her more than you ever could love me."

his eyes darted to the floor for a second.

"I love you baby and I made a lot of mistakes but I love you." she sighed at his words.

"just not enough drew, accept it." her fingers rubbed angrily her eyes.

"so then what, this is it? a year and a half together and this is how we end?" what more did he want?

"we were doomed the second you ditched me for her the first time and we were done when you told me you weren't coming because it was her birthday drew." she gave him half a smile. "you can't be surprised."

the both looked at the screen quietly for a few minutes.

"someone will send your things to your place when I get back so can you please send mine back to alex's place? her boyfriend is there."

"yeah sure." he tried to smile at her. "I'm sorry for everything, I love you."

but she didn't believe a thing that came out of that man's mouth so without saying goodbye she ended the facetime call.

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drew 'she broke up with me'

madelyn 'she would've been an idiot if she didn't. get your things straight next time you want to date someone because you lost a great girl for someone that just isn't it."

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ynln do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life? my new song high infidelity will be out on june 6th

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@madelyncline smashing it!

@loganstarkey love it already

@sabrinacarpenter my girl!

@jacobelordi 💗

she was presenting the new song at jimmy fallon's show, she hadn't talked to drew again since that night.

and a few conversations with jacob had happened but they both understood she had a lot of healing to do before they could see eachother again.

"you know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough." she felt all the anger being translated into the performance. "do you really want to know where I was april 29th? do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?"

"so why are we watching this? is boring." odessa said in a bit of a chant.

"because drew misses his ex girlfriend." one of their friends answered.

"you said I was freeloading." the lights in the studio shifting low. "I didn't know you were keeping count but oh, you were keeping count."

"don't know why are you so sad, you kept seeing me what did you expect." odessa said sitting down next to him.

"so y/n that's quite the song." jimmy said as the interview started. "someone brought you back to life? what's that about?"

"well." she chuckled for a bit. "it's about being in a relationship with someone who doesn't appreciate you and finding someone who can turn on all the lights the person you're in a relationship with turned off."

"that's wow, were you the one in that relationship?" the public in the room stayed quiet.

"yeah and i won't act like a saint because i'm not one and this doesn't mean i agree with cheating." jimmy laughed. "but this relationship i talk about was private and so doomed from the start that april 29th didn't even feel like an infidelity because we were done." she smiled with her lips closed. "if someone in just a second can make you feel more alive than your partner did in months, that's your signal to just leave because they don't love you enough for you to be in that relationship anymore."

"i think a lot of people will that sink in." she nodded at jimmy's words. "thank you for coming, it's always a pleassure to have you here."

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drew 'i know you probably don't want anything to do with me but i'm sorry.'

drew 'you deserved so much better than what i gave you'

drew 'thank you for everything you gave me and did for me."

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 1 year ago

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Just Take It | Jeon Jungkook | Part Five

Summary: You start a conversation with Jungkook about where you stand but are interrupted by an uninvited visitor Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 4.7K~ Warnings: Suggestive and explicit language (an argument). Nothing too crazy honestly. Horribly edited too because it's been three weeks and I wanted to get it out! a/n: Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out but I was away from home for a week and then wrote a couple of one shots and blah blah blah lol but anyways I hope you enjoyyyy

After our eventful afternoon Jungkook and I ended up laying in his bed and watching movies since like he said, he wanted me to be "well rested" before we have the talk. The talk that could change everything between us...

There are multiple outcomes to this scenario and I'm not sure if I'm ready for any of them.

On one hand he could say this was all a mistake and he was just acting on his urges. I know now for damn sure though that he's attracted to me but I don't know what his motives and feeling are towards me. If he even has any besides surface level physical attraction.

On the other hand he could want to pursue a friends with benefits sort of arrangement. Being fuck buddies or whatever with an older man does sound exciting when I think about doing it with him. It's just that don't know if I'd want something like that even if it was with him.

I told Jared before that I wanted to save myself for marriage and I feel like that's something I still want to stick to. I've definitely crossed so many lines with Jungkook in the last not even twenty four hours, more like twelve hours or something like that but regardless lines have been crossed and I'm still not sure how I feel about any of it.

I want to say that I don't regret it and it's not just because it felt fucking phenomenal and out of this world but because I feel safe with him.

It might just be because over the past couple of months that I've been living with him he's become someone I care about and honestly trust with my life so I didn't really feel a need to say no to him. I wanted it to happen, I know I did I just didn't really think it would ever happen. I thought that it would stay in my hormonal fantasies forever and I was okay with that.

The way he's been treating me has shown me that he cares about me. Although I was trying to convince myself that it was somewhat of a paternal instinct in him and that he was just being protective over me, I knew that it was something beyond that.

I tried to somewhat address it in a weird sort of way with the whole asking why he didn't have anyone over conversation and he knew what I was trying to ask and addressed it but his answer made me even more confused.

"I wouldn't want to ruin what we have going on here" like what does that even mean? He doesn't want to ruin the dynamic we have in the house in terms of we're comfortable with each other and feel no need to let anyone inside our little safe space.

Or did he mean that he didn't want to ruin what we have going on here because he wanted to see where things went with us on a more romantic level?

He hasn't explicitly told me that he would want to pursue a relationship with me but circling back to before he's given me clear signs that he's attracted to me and isn't one to hide it.

He knows to a certain extent that I find him attractive too because I asked him to take my virginity. (I'm never gonna be able to live that one down) Anyone could tell that he was clearly struggling to hold himself back and the fact that he kissed me just shows that he wanted to. That he wanted me.

Then there's another possibility that he might want a sugar baby sort of relationship and I don't even want to think about something like that.

Don't get me wrong! I respect the hustle, but that's just not for me.

If I'm gonna be doing something like what we are doing right now then I want it to be something that I want to do without any ulterior motive. I don't want to put a monetary value on the time I spend with him but not gonna lie, living it large and not having to worry about money or working sounds very tempting.

I don't think he's that kind of man though...or at least I hope he's not.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asks playfully, having noticed that I haven't really been paying attention to the movie we've been watching.

"Just thinking" I answer, cuddling in closer to him as I've refused to let go of him today and he hasn't made moves to do any different.

"Bout what?" he prods further, placing a kiss on the top of my head and taking in the fresh scent of his shampoo in my hair.

"Things" I continue, liking the game we've started to play.

"What sort of things?" he chuckles, telling me that he's enjoying it too.

"All kinds of things" I say nuzzling closer into him and he wraps his arm tighter around me to keep me there.

"Wanna share a few?" he asks, clearly not letting this go since he wants to at least make sure I'm okay.

"Thinking about how you might want to make me your sugar baby" I mumble into his chest and he laughs wholeheartedly making me even more embarrassed.

"Is that something you'd want?" he asks and I shake my head.

"You don't wanna be at home and sit pretty, waiting for me to come back and shower you with gifts and jewelry and give you the world?" he teases while pinching my sides making me pull away from him, trying to escape.

"N-no! Now s-stop" I choke out through laughter and gasps of breath. "What would you want" he asks after having tackled me down onto the mattress making sure to do a thorough job of tickling me until I could barely breathe.

I take a second to think, my eyes going back and forth between his while his stay still, focused and almost begging for an answer.

"I thought we weren't going to have this conversation until I was well rested" I say, breathless, still not knowing up from down when it comes to us. If there even is an 'us'.

"You feel well rested?" he asks, cocking a brow at me and I nod my head quickly, giving me a crooked smile in response. "Then it's perfect timing right?" he continues and I nod again leaving him getting off of me and leaning his back against the headboard, waiting to hear what I have to say.

I take a minute or so to gather my thoughts and the whole time he's watching me curiously, almost able to see the wheels turning in my head.

"What happened between us kind of caught me by surprise" I start, looking down at my lap and playing with my fingers nervously. "I don't regret it, it was just, well I'm just kind of confused about how you feel about me, and I'm really confused about how I feel about you" I admit and I can see his expression go a bit wary but I jump at the chance to explain myself.

"It's just that I think both of us know at this point that we're extremely attracted to each other" I start out and the corner of his lips upturns for a second but nods in confirmation, waiting for me to continue.

"With us getting physical and all so quickly I can't help but think that maybe we should take a step back. I would like to know your thoughts and intentions and feelings about all of this. I might be overthinking it but I really think it's best to be up front and honest with each other" I say and take in a shaky breath, scared I might've said the wrong thing.

"You're so sexy when you act so mature like that" he taunts and I groan, wanting to keep this serious. "I'm just playing Bunny. Well I'm not because you really are sexy but I don't want you to feel all nervous and insecure like you are right now. We're being open and honest right?" he questions and I nod my head, eager for him to continue.

"Meaning it would be the perfect opportunity to tell you that I have feelings for you right?" he says and my eye bug out in response, not knowing what to do now. "Wasn't expecting that huh?" he chuckles and I shake my head making him laugh even more.

"Cat got your tongue Darling?" he teases and scoff at that. "No I was just being polite and letting you keep talking since you let me do the same" I say, making excuses and trying to keep my voice level.

"Sure Bunny" he smirks not believing a word I said but continuing nevertheless.

"I've had feelings for you for a while now and I haven't told you or acted on it because I wanted to respect the fact that you were in a relationship. I never liked Jared though for what it's worth" he says without hesitation and it makes me cringe at the thought that I was about to marry that snake.

"Is it harsh to say I'm glad he's out of the picture?" he says boldly making me laugh. "Not just because it benefitted me but because he didn't deserve to marry a beautiful, intelligent, kind hearted woman like you. I would've said something but I'm not your father so I knew it wasn't my place" he finishes and making me smile, thankful that he was so considerate.

Now that I think about it, even back then I respected and trusted his judgement so it wouldn't have bothered me even if he did say something.

"It's not harsh to say because I'm happy about it too. To be honest though I don't really know what I ever saw in him. I think because he was the first guy that more or less respected my boundaries that I thought I had to hold onto him. I don't know" I say and he nods his head.

This is something I haven't experienced before. Someone sitting and taking the time to actually talk things out without any outside distractions and focusing on each other and hearing each other out.

Maybe it's just an age thing and the fact that Jungkook does fit the standard of dating older and more mature men is better. We're not dating though, but I guess we'll hopefully figure out where we stand once this conversation comes to a close.

"I'm really confused and I kind of don't know how to feel but I'm not closed off to figuring things out" I say, glancing up at him and back down at my lap, nervous from seeing how fascinated he is with me right now.

I hold my breath and wait for him to say something but when nothing ever comes I chance looking up at him again and I'm surprised to see how he's still watching me.

"Like I said, I've had feelings for you for a while and if you're open to seeing where things go then I would really like to take you out on a date. Like on a proper date. I know since we've been living together and we've been spending a lot of time together but I-" he start off strong but begins to ramble and is regretfully cut off by the sound of the front door opening.

"Dad! Dad where are you?" Jina calls out and neither of us dares to move or make a sound. "Dad" Jina drags out, regretfully confirming that I am in fact not dreaming. "Be down in a second" he says then presses a finger to his lips.

"Just stay in here and I'll take care of it" he whispers and I nod my head, watching him as he panics internally before leaving the room and closing the door softly behind him.

What the hell are we gonna do? My car is out there! Or wait, did I put it in the garage yesterday? I can't remember but I really hope it's not out there otherwise she'll already know I'm here.

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook says. I can hear his muffled voice through the walls and I know I probably shouldn't listen but curiosity gets the best of me making me rush to the door and quietly crack it open, needing to hear how this conversation goes.

"Nice to see you too dad" she says, and I hate the fact that I'm only able to hear them but I'll settle for this.

"You should've contacted me before you came over Jina. You know I don't like people showing up unannounced" he says sternly.

"You're usually totally fine with me coming over" she says sounding thoroughly confused and I can hear Jungkook clear his throat before she starts again.

"Am I interrupting something?" she asks after no doubt clocking the dishes that were left over from lunch. Two plates, two cups and two sets of silverware. A dead giveaway that someone is here especially since it hasn't been cleaned up yet.

"You are actually" he says and I trip, surprised that he would straight up admit it but he has no reason to hide, and neither do I.

Having pushed the door open thanks to my clumsiness (somehow able to stay upright and keep my dignity this time) I'm faced with the dilemma of if I should just go back inside and pretend that never happened when it clearly did or come out and face her.

I'm given the luxury of having that choice since she hasn't seen me yet but I decide it's better to do this as soon as possible. We've hid the fact that I've been living here for two months so what's adding on the fact that I've been messing around with her father while doing so.

(Although this is a newly added feature but she doesn't need to know that)

I take a deep breath before stepping out from behind the door, watching Jina's face go from surprised to confused to disgusted to angry before turning back towards her father.

"You're fucking my best friend?" she accuses, not completely wrong but semantics.

"Best friend's don't fuck around and get pregnant by their friend's fiancees" I remind her, walking down the stairs in conveniently only Jungkook's shirt making what's going on, or what's starting to go on between us even more clear.

"Oh grow up! It's not like there's anything we can do to change that now can we? Plus looks like you're doing just fine without him" she throws at me and from that moment I'm not pulling any punches. She wants to play dirty? Fine, let's play dirty.

"Jina stop it" Jungkook growls, going on the defensive, not being able to gauge what kind of mindset she's in or even her reasoning for coming here but wanting her out all the same.

"Grow up?" I chuckle dryly, "I guess you're right, I guess maybe I have started growing up since it seems I've matured enough to be with someone like your father. Which, last time I checked, wasn't someone you have any business in questioning on things like his sex life and who he does and does not partake in it with" I say, placing a hand on his bicep possessively and I feel the tension he had once held in his body start to melt away.

Interesting to know that I have this effect on him...

"Come on, we both know that you're probably just a piece of ass to him" she scoffs before turning to address him. "Didn't know you started picking up strays. I wondered where she had ran off to" she says, continuing to disrespect the both of us without a care in the world.

"Don't call her that!" Jungkook says, jaw clenched as a way to keep himself in check.

All I see is red though and the next words I hurl out are ones that I couldn't stop myself from saying even if I tried. The ringing in my ears fanning the flames of my agitation making it impossible to hold back.

"How's life being pregnant with my fucking ex boyfriend's baby? He's probably taking real good care of you huh?" I taunt, cocking a brow at her and from the way the color rushes to her cheeks and the words die in her throat are enough to tell me everything I need to know.

He hasn't done shit for her.

She balls her hands into fists by her side and lunges at me but Jungkook jumps in between us, grabs her by the shoulders and turns her around, forcing her out the front door.

"You're gonna throw me out and choose that slut over your own daughter?" she yells struggling to get out of his grasp the whole way.

"Last time I checked honey the only slut around these parts is you" I throw back, following right behind them and the way her jaw drops is just priceless.

"That's enough! Jina go!" Jungkook says through gritted teeth letting go of her once she's passed the thresh hold, leaving her standing there, looking between the two of us before scoffing and storming off down the driveway.

"I knew you were obsessed with her I just never thought you would bother acting on it" Jina spits out at her father and when she sees that he doesn't flinch she hurls more baseless lies and insults at the both of us.

"You know she's just using you to get a place to stay and get over her ex right? What happened to staying a virgin until you got married y/n? Huh? Guess getting cheated on really fucked you up" she spits while unlocking her car.

"And I guess fucking around with an ego-driven two-timing narcissist gets you pregnant" I throw back and she purses her lips before sinking down in her car, accepting defeat this time and leaving like her father told her to.

"Say hi to Jared for me" I call out, waving at her as she grips the steering wheel until her knuckles have gone white, putting it in reverse and backing out of the driveway.

I walk over to the couch and let out a big sigh once I've sat down, throwing my head in my hands as a way to ground myself.

Breathing through this dizzy feeling from that whole confrontation that I had not been prepared for is a lot tougher than I thought it would be, my whole body still buzzing.

I hear Jungkook close the door behind him after having watched her speed down the street, still worried for her safety but also wanting to make sure she was actually gone. What happened just now was enough of a confrontation to last me a lifetime, or at least it feels that way.

"Hey" he whispers, kneeling in front of me and rubbing my back, "Are you okay?" he continues and I nod my head, feeling the tears prickling in my eyes, calling my bluff.

"Come here" he whispers, sitting on the couch next to me and pulling me onto his lap, rubbing my back again and holding me while I let out some of those tears I had held back.

"I don't even know why I crying" I say, sniffling and sitting back up to dry my eyes.

"No one likes getting into fights with someone they used to care about. Well, nobody sane likes getting into fights with someone they used to care about" he says, trying to lighten the mood and it does the trick making me scoff a bit, smiling at his efforts to make me feel better.

He cups my face and wipes a few tears that had fallen, looking at me with his brows pinched together as if his heart is breaking with mine.

"But you still care about her though, don't you?" he asks and I nod my head. "It's hard not to" I admit, getting off his lap and sitting next to him which makes him angle his body to face mine, taking hold of one of my hands, encouraging me to speak my mind.

"She's been my best friend for the past six years. That's not something that can magically be turned off for me. I know what she did to me was devastating and I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive her for it. I'm still trying to heal from it all so I don't know, I couldn't help but defend myself, and you. I'm sorry you had to see that" I say, mumbling the last part and feeling so much regret for saying those ugly things about his daughter right in front of him.

"Everyone has a right to defend themselves and when you're being attacked like that, you can't help but say hurtful things. She had no right and she knew that and wanted to hurt the both of us anyway" he says and I take a deep breath before turning my attention back to him because she said just as many hurtful things to him as she did to me.

"Are you okay?" I question, tightening my hold on his hand to hopefully encourage him to be vulnerable with me as well.

He nods his head with a sad smile and waits a beat before saying anything and I hold my breath until he does.

"No one wants their daughter to end up in the kind of situation she put herself in or see the people that they care about hurting but what she said didn't hurt me" he says and I nod my head, paying attention to his hand that I have placed in my lap, tracing the swirls of ink with my eyes as they travel further up his arm.

"What did hurt me though was the way she was talking about you. You know that's not how I feel about you at all right?" he says, tilting my face up towards him making purposeful eye contact with me, needing to know that I believe him.

"I know" I nod, giving him a sad smile accompanied by my still glossy eyes making him even more sad seeing how upset all of this has made me.

"Can I do anything to make you feel better?" he asks, cupping my face and keeping my eyes on him when I try to turn them away. "No, I'll be okay" I shake my head and he studies my features before nodding and accepting my words at face value.

"Okay, do you wanna go back up to my room? You can sleep in there with me if you'd like" he says, brushing a tear dampened strand of hair out of my face.

I give him a mischievous smile, telling him I know what he's up to but he pulls away and puts his hands up in a way to defend his motives.

"Just sleep, I promise. Scouts honor" he says, crossing his heart and I laugh at his playfully defensive nature. "Sure" I say, taking hold of his hand while he stands up and leads me back to his bedroom.

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After having talked a little bit more about what had happened the topic of conversation circles back to what we had been in the middle of before she showed up.

"So earlier it seemed like you wanted to ask me a question" I say, taking a sip from my soda that had come with the take out we had ordered hours ago, toying with the straw and keeping his attention.

"Yeah? And do you know what your answer might be to said question?" he teases, wetting his lips and keeping his eyes trained on mine.

"You have to ask the questions first Daddy" I say placing my drink down on his nightstand and when I turn to face him again he's tackling me down on the bed peppering kisses all over me.

"Stoooppp" I giggle and he laughs along with me before leaning back to hover over me. "Will you go out with me?" he asks and I can tell that this whole moment has him feeling like a teenager again.

"I thought you'd never ask" I say, running my fingers through his hair making him lean into my touch.

"You can't take it back though. Once we do this I won't ever let you go" he husks out, placing a kiss on my palm and I shutter at the feeling. "Then don't" I breathe out making a flame of desire flash through his eyes.

"You're gonna get yourself in trouble you know that?" he warns, placing a kiss on my nose before getting off me and turning off the tv. "Hey! I was watching that!" I pout "No you weren't" he chuckles. "Plus it's time to go to bed. We've got a big day ahead of us" he says, getting under the covers and motioning for me to do the same.

"Big day?" I question, not remembering we had something on the agenda this weekend. "I may or may not have planned out our date this morning while you were still in bed Sleeping Beauty" he says, pulling me onto his chest but I sit up pulling away from him with my brows scrunched together.

"How were you so sure I would say yes?" I scoff, shocked by his bold assumption. "From the way I've been making you moan my name I figured you wouldn't mind going on one date with me in return" he says and my jaw drops, throwing the covers off myself and making a break for it but he yanks me back towards him making me flop down on the bed.

"You can't just say things like that" I whine, hands over my eyes as a way to block him out of my vision and hide the very apparent blush that I'm sure is starting to bloom.

"Am I wrong?" he taunts, placing kisses on my neck and collarbone, dangerously close to making me moan his name again.

"You're no fair" I say, pushing him off and giving him my back making him chuckle at my shy behavior. He lays down and pulls me back into him. My back now against his chest and his hand placed on my hip where I'm again reminded that I'm only wearing his shirt and my underwear.

"Keep your hands to yourself Mr." I tease while prying his hand off me. "Come on darling, you know I'm a man of my word. Just sleep, nothing else" he says, this time sliding his hand further up to hold onto my bare waist.

"Fine" I grumble out and he laughs and nuzzles his nose into my neck, taking another deep breath, flooding his senses with my scent.

"Goodnight Bunny" he mumbles against my skin. "Goodnight Daddy I tease and am rewarded with a slap on my ass.

"Did, did you just spank me?" I say trying to wiggle out of his hold but he's already got his arm wrapped around my waist again. "I told you that pretty little mouth of yours was gonna get you into trouble didn't I?" he says, switching to rubbing his hand along the tender flesh he just struck, caressing it in a way to ease the pain.

I pout and settle back into the bed, not dignifying his words with a response. It's only when I accidentally move my hips backwards do I freeze from gaining a soft moan from him, no doubt caught off guard from the contact of my ass up against him.

"Sorry I didn't mean to I-" "I know Bunny, just go to sleep" he says placing a kiss on my neck and holding my hips in place, putting a little more space between us.

As I slow my breathing to a steady one I start to lull myself to sleep but I flinch at the sound of his cute snores in my ear. 'Something I'll have to tease him about in the morning' I giggle to myself and take his hand off my hip, choosing instead to hold it against my chest having him surrounding me. Soon I'm slipping into that dreamland he had drifted off to moments before, safe and warm being in his arms.

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sinofwriting · 2 years ago

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listen, please - Daniel Ricciardo

Words: 316 Summary: Daniel and his girlfriend break the news of their relationship and cause quite a splash with their age difference. (Social Media AU + Blurb) (Olivia Rodrigo as faceclaim and uses her music for reader’s)

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danielricciardo: forever happy they were ⤷ yourusername: ♥️ user01: excuse me??? user02: Uh what? user03: I’m sorry, Daniel??? What are you doing here??? user04: When did this happen? user05: honey, no. he’s in his 30s user06: well, already counting the days for this ending user07: this is going to last all of a month user08: yourusername please, no. Taylor went through this already. Learn from her mistakes!!! user09: Am I the only one picking up on the lyrics from Vampire? We stan using our own lyrics to announce a relationship user10: can’t wait for Dear John yourusername’s version. Gonna be a bop. ⤷ user05: I will sob if she covers that or would’ve could’ve should’ve when this ends. ⤷ user11: will simply die user12: i’m an f1 girlie, but no. This ain’t it. Mick Schumacher is right there, yourusername. Or even Oscar. ⤷ user13: Lando is right there and you went for the nepo baby and a guy who already has a girlfriend ⤷ user12: he was an example! And nearly all the drivers are nepo babies in some way. ⤷ user03: so true user14: how are you going to be such a big swiftie, know the woman yourself and still date a man older than you and believe it’s going to work out?

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yourusername: so many more to come ⤷ danielricciardo: 😉 maxverstappen1: never seen you happier ⤷ danielricciardo: love ya maxie! user01: first daniel isn’t racing and now he’s taken??? 2023 is the worst user02: daniel, she’s practically a child. What are you doing? user03: weirdo user04: she’s barely 20, what are you doing??? ⤷ user06: yourusername is 22. She’s not barely 20 ⤷ user04: yeah and she turned 22 like barely a month ago user05: Daniel, not like this. I beg user07: well him and pierre have something in common 😆 user08: she’s a baby!!! Get away from her!!! user09: disgusting. Absolutely disgusting user10: you guys are acting like she’s not an adult??? She’s literally in her twenties. ⤷ user04: and he’s in thirties. It’s fucking weird. user11: jail, sir. You go to jail now.

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Daniel could feel his grin grow, eyes softening, and his shoulders loosening all at the sound of her name. It takes him a moment to register the question, but when he does his grin grows more.

“I wasn’t really expecting it, you know? But she’s just great, I mean absolutely fantastic.” “And the age difference isn’t an issue?” The reporter presses, though more gently than expected. He scoffs, shaking his head. “No, not all. We want the same things in life and we both have very similar timelines for when we want them. We talked about all of that before we even went on a date and us wanting the same things, just helped finally take the next step.”

“And has the backlash affected you two at all?” “No.” Daniel smiles at the confused look the reporter gives him, letting out a chuckle. “We knew it was going to cause a splash. We’ve never ignored the age difference between us. It’s there and ignoring it wouldn’t do anything.” He pauses, “I understand why people are so concerned, there is a history of large age gaps not being great. But there’s also a history of them working out great, I’ve got plenty of examples in my personal life. Besides, it's not really the age difference that matters, it’s where you're at in life and what you want to come next. We just happen to be in the same place and want the same things to come next.”

The reporter is looking at him stunned before they finally manage to find their voice. “Thank you, Daniel.” “Of course, cheers mate.” He winks, before throwing up a hand to wave at the camera before he jogs off, already knowing that he’ll have a text or two from her calling him a sap over his lovesick grin. And he’d hate to not see them as soon as they came in.

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my curse: "Gee I wonder what my old buddy Nightcrawler's up to in 2024? hmm let's check around and see -"

"... why did i look why did i look why"

Seriously why does Marvel do this? I won't deny that Nightcrawler fans like to joke about the tail thing. For the kinkier ones, it's maybe not as much of a joke too. (But - it still is. Y'all know that right. Real people don't have tails. Anyway, you're welcome to make fun of this, as long as I eventually see some dudebro extra show up and ICly ask Colossus about his giant metal wang.)

Women hitting on Nightcrawler and being overtly sexual towards him in a way that would be pretty creepy IRL isn't a new thing in the comics. It's weird, but even though it reads as creepy, it's intended to show that despite looking like a gargoyle, Nightcrawler is hot and can attract girls and is totally an authentic superhero. It's complimentary creepiness 9_9 I don't take issue with that because that is superhero comics, everyone is horny all the time, and attraction is inexplicable. Basically it boils down to "I've got lips/ And I've got lips/ Let's get together and use those lips"

However. In the Draco, we got Jubilee, who was like 18 at the time, complimenting a naked and extremely distressed Nightcrawler on his, uh, junk. His reaction amounted to "..." Then a couple years ago, we got a... demonically possessed?? Illyana - whose age is a fucking mystery, she's not a teen anymore, probably Kitty's age, but anyway she's young - hitting on Nightcrawler as well. Once again he's brilliantly "..." about it. And now we've got this girl. I don't know how old she's meant to be, but she's written to sound like a young chatterbox - while being blonde and buxom and dressed like a Hooters waitress. "OH EM GEE" she spells out vocally??? Then exoticizes him, then asks him sexual questions???

There's definitely a way to comment on the invasiveness of fans who feel entitled to any detail no matter how personal about someone famous. But must it be through teenage girls you purposely drew to be hot and stupid? And I'm being generous by even suggesting that's what the intent here is. I think it's way more likely this is just another version of the "complimentary creepiness" shtick, only made more awful by the like twenty year age gap (I guess Crawler was aged down with everyone else but come on do any of us feel that's real in any sense). You get to lust after this girl while hating her simultaneously for being everything wrong with young women. Who is this for? They can't imagine it's for Nightcrawler's female fans. They can't be that obtuse. It's obviously for the boys.

So then the question is, what is there for the female fans? Because having female fans is kind of something Nightcrawler's known for. And any time something happens to a character - or a story - that the bros don't like, they blame the change on pandering to female fans. On feminism. On reverse sexism. But please someone sit down and explain to me how it's pandering to us female fans to write our favorite character like a tongue-tied himbo ("uh... um... uh..." wow crawler you smooth criminal! it's really obvious you've been a grown ass man since the 70s) while simultaneously insulting our entire gender as vapid nymphos?? Several times???

gosh. next time please just let crawler react by saying "sister you've got boundary issues and should be hitting on someone your own age goodbye." honestly this shit wasn't even cute when Claremont did it and he gets a pass on everything

#xmen #nightcrawler

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Against All Odds (Joel Miller x fem! reader)

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warnings: death, blood, cannon typical violence

General Warnings for later on: The main story will have an age gap between Joel and the reader (Reader will be 25 once we get to the main storyline), this will also be your warning that it will eventually be an x pregnant reader (if that's not your jam, I'm sorry) there is also going to be more graphic/trigger parts later on so please always to be sure to read the warnings BEFORE reading. This story will also be 18+ and TO BE ON THE TAGLIST YOU CAN NOT BE AN AGELESS BLOG (i do actually check that) also there first hand full of parts are all prologue so Joel won't actually be in it for a bit

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Ten years. Ten long years in Boston. I couldn’t even tell you what it was like living anywhere else. These ten years felt like twenty and everything before getting here just seemed to melt together. The only thing I could remember was losing everyone. From Ma, Alan, Roy, and Marc on the first night of the outbreak. To Chris in Knoxville.

By the time they made it to Boston, only Zeak, Scott, Pa, and I were left. How had this happened? It wasn’t even the fucking cordyceps that took most of them, only Ma. And now, it was only Pa and I in our little apartment.

Zeak got caught up in some illegal shit. Something about dealing pills to someone. He missed a deadline on a payment. I was told they shoved him off one of the buildings. That story spread like wildfire. Even now, 6 years later you can still hear whispers about the poor country boy who got too big for his britches.

Scott died about a year ago. Our block was notorious for fireflies breaking out in gunfights. Scott got caught in the crossfire. I found him, shot full of bullet holes in the alley by our building. He was only a few feet from the door. He had almost made it. I held him as he bled to death in my lap, knowing there was nothing I could do. Even after his hand that was grasping mine went limp, I held on. He was all I had. Pa still resented me for what happened to Chris, even with his memory failing him, he remembered that much. The nightly patrol found us and took his body from me and escorted me upstairs.

When I got there, his blood was still all over me.

“Where the hell have you been, girl?”

“You’re not wonderin’ where Scott is?” I asked.

“He’s a man he knows how to handle himself just fine.”

“Really? You wanna know whose blood this is?” I snapped.

He stayed silent.

“It’s Scotts. You hear those gunshots earlier? Yeah, those landed themselves in your son. He bled to death out in the alleyway. He’s gone! He’s dead! Just like everyone else! You happy, Pa? Huh? You gonna blame me for this one too?”

I did wait for him to answer. I stormed out of the small living room and went into the bedroom.

After that, Pa and I hardly talked. His memory got worse. I swear there towards the end he couldn’t remember why he hated me just that he did and that was that. But we were all each other had left. So when he died, it still hurt. I was now alone.

But life goes on. I found him in his bed yesterday morning. I knew he’d be getting tossed in the burn pit today. Just my luck that is where I was stationed to work. I got up, got dressed, and headed out.

I said hi to the regulars I saw along my route. Despite the events of yesterday, I went on with a smile. No need to make my problems anyone else’s or make anyone feel my sorrow with me. A few of them offered me their sympathy, which I took gratefully.

I checked in at the workstation and then went to my assigned area. As I scanned the area I didn’t see anyone I recognized. Sometimes that was nice other times it was nice to have someone to talk to, it helped pass the time.

Work went by uneventfully until I saw him.

"Careful with that one!" The words left my mouth before I realized it.

The man that was about to pull my father's corpse out of the truck gave me a weird look.

"Sorry." I said quickly.

"You know him?" He asked. I couldn’t tell if his tone was sympathetic or just annoyed.

"My dad." I said, stepping over to help him.

He gave a small nod, “Give me a hand then.”

We hauled him over and tossed him into the pit. I took a deep breath to keep the tears at bay.

"Don't cry. Not here." The man mumbled, patting my arm roughly and I nodded.

We continued to work in silence after that. Until we were leaving at least, then I spoke up again.

"Hey, I don't see you around often. Do you jump jobs or something?" I asked.

He nodded, "I go for whatever's paying the most at the moment."

"Well, what's paying right now?" I asked.

"Why would I tell you?"

"Look man, we just tossed my father into the pit. I'm kinda on my own now. I need money." I reasoned.

He sighed and I could tell he was thinking it over.

"Come on." He nodded for me to follow.

It definitely wasn’t going to be the funnest job, none of them were, but money is money.

"Thank you..."

"Joel."

"Yn. It's nice to meet you." I said holding out my hand for him.

He nodded and shook it. Then we went our separate ways.

The next morning I found him fairly quickly as we headed in for our shift.

"Good morning," I said quite cheerfully.

He side-eyed me, clearly not happy to be up so early.

"Why are you in such a good mood?" He huffed.

"I woke up this morning."

"And...?"

"That's it. I'm alive to see another day." I explained.

"You're optimistic." He gruffed.

I smiled at him, as I opened the lid on my thermos. I took a drink and nearly gagged before holding it over to him.

“What is that?”

“Why don’t you tell me.” I nodded to it to signal him to take a whiff.

His eyes went wide when he smelt what it was.

“Have some.”

He hesitated before taking the thermos and taking a drink of it. I watched with a small smile as the coffee visibly woke him up more.

‘That’s so good shit right there.”

“My old man had a stash of it that I was never allowed to touch… I hate it. The rest of what I have is yours if you want it.” I offered.

“What do you want for it?” He asked, clearly skeptical of my offer.

“Nothin’.” I shrugged.

“That’s a lie. Everyone here wants something for something. Nothing is free. So what do you want for it? I willin’ to bet I can get my hands on it.” He said.

“Damn, you’re determined to get some coffee, aren’t you? How about a friend?” I asked. To be honest despite his rough exterior and not knowing him long I was warming up to him. I didn’t really have friends so why not.

“What?”

“Look, I don’t really have anyone anymore, so yeah, a friend would be nice right now.”

His face softened and he held out his hand for me to shake, “Deal.” he said with a small smile.

I smiled back at him as I took his hand and shook it.

Our friendship grew from that day on. We worked nearly every day together. And even spent our days off together. One afternoon we were sitting on the roof of my apartment building having lunch when he asked me where I was from.

“Texas.” I replied.

“No, shit, me too.” He said with a small smile.

“I feel like now would be the time where I am supposed to ask what part of Texas but, I honestly wouldn’t know the difference,” I admitted.

“It’s okay, what part were you from?”

“Canton.”

“Oh, I know that place, cute little town.” He commented.

Things were great, then I met Tess. She didn't like me much and didn’t seem too keen on my joining them outside of the city but Joel eventually convinced her.

Then about a year after we met things went south for me. My block was taken over by the FireFlies. I got caught in the crossfire. I collected what I could of my belongings, which wasn't much, to begin with. I made it out with a shot to my shoulder. It hurt like bitch but I kept going I made it to Joel's and pounded on his door to be let in.

He threw it open and his face dropped when he saw the blood seeping through my top.

"What the hell?" He pulled me into his apartment.

"Fire Flies." I answered.

"Gunshot?"

I nodded and all but collapsed into the chair at the table.

"Hey, stay awake." He said to me before calling for Tess.

"Why'd the kid bleeding?" She said, almost annoyed.

"I'm not kid." I shot back.

"Cut it out you two! Get the tweezers." He said to her, she sighed and grabbed them, getting ready to help me.

Joel began reaching for the hem of my top.

"I gotta take this off, okay?" He asked gently.

"Buy me dinner first." I joked, not really thinking about the consequences of my words, but we flirted all the time so it shouldn’t be an issue.

He laughed a little and slowly and carefully took it off. I hissed in pain.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

"Where?" Tess asked large tweezers in her hand.

"Back of shoulder." I said leaning forward.

She went to work and the moment I felt the cool metal touch the raw flesh I flinched.

"Damnit, stay still, kid!" She reprimanded me.

"Sorry, hurts." My eyes watered.

She went in again and I flinched.

"Okay, Yn, imma hold you down, okay?" Joel asked.

I nodded lazily.

"Keep your eyes open." He said, holding me down to the table.

I felt the cold metal touch my skin once again but didn't flinch this time.

"Fuck!" I gasped in a breath of air as I felt her pinch the raw flesh of my wound instead of the bullet.

"That's not the bullet you fucker, that's me!" I said through gritted teeth.

"Joel, it's wedged in there..." Tess said quietly.

"Just cut it out. I few extra stitches is better than dying of infection." I said reaching for my knife in my pocket.

I got it and tossed it on the table. Joel quickly grabbed it and poured some alcohol on it to disinfect as best he could.

"Can I hold your hand?" I asked, holding out my good arm.

He nodded and slid his hand into mine. I squeezed the hell out of it as I felt the blade cut into my shoulder.

"Breathe, Yn. You gotta breathe through it." Joel said, taking deep breaths to get me to mime him.

Focusing on him helped and soon enough it was all over and I was stitched up.

"There you go kid." Tess said, patting my other shoulder.

"M'not kid." I slurred as I leaned more into the table.

"Here go lay down on my bed, you'll be more comfortable." He said, helping me stand.

I stumbled but he was quick to catch me, "Can I borrow a shirt? I got blood on mine."

He laughed a little, "Yeah I'll get you one in a minute."

Once he got me into a new shirt and laying down he sat beside me on the bed.

"Sorry bout the floor. I'll clean it later."

"Don't worry bout that. Just rest." He said, giving me one last look over before standing to leave.

“Wait…” I called out and he stopped.

“Will you stay with me?” I asked quietly.

Joel stayed silent for a moment, “I’ll be right back.”

He left and I could hear muffled voices through the walls but couldn’t make out what was being said. Then I heard the door slam and a few moments later Joel walked in. I gave him a confused look.

“What happened?”

He shook his head, “Tess left. It’s okay. Get some rest.”

“You too, come on.” I used my good arm to lift the blanket up beside me.

I could tell he thought about it for a moment. But a moment later he was shedding his boots and crawling into the bed beside me. From that night on we shared a bed. Our relationship grew more and more and although we never officially defined it, we understood that we had something together.

A little over a year after that night was my first time leaving the QZ. I was very nervous but Joel assured me everything would be okay and that he wouldn’t let anything happen to me. It was the night before we were supposed to leave. Joel and I were laying in bed together and I couldn’t settle down.

“Be still.” He mumbled.

“Sorry.” I tried not to sniffle but failed.

He pushed himself to sit up and turned on the small lamp beside him, “What’s wrong?”

I bit my lip trying not to break down, I was embarrassed by how scared I was to leave the QZ. Part of me was still very insecure that I was so much younger than he was. I never wanted him to think that I was immature. I sat up with him and pulled my knees to my chest.

“I don’t know if I should go tomorrow…” I whispered.

“Why not? Did Tess say somethin’ to you? Because she’s just trying to get in your head. We’ve never taken anyone out with us before. It’s more risky, but I promise you’ll be fine.”

“How do you know?!” I snapped at him, “How do you know?” I repeated much quieter as the tears began to fall as the memories of being attacked by an infected all those years ago resurfaced.

Joel pulled me to sit between his legs as he held me tight.

“What happened, sweetheart?” He asked gently.

“On our trip here from Knoxville, we were less than 5 miles away from the QZ, I got attacked…” I continued to tell the story of what happened that day and how Scott had helped me.

“Sweetheart, I promise, nothing is going to happen to you tomorrow.” He said gently, pressing a kiss to my temple.

He continued to hold me before I began falling asleep in his arms. Then he carefully laid us back down but continued to hold me close as we both drifted off to sleep.

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stxrshxpxd · 2 years ago

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leading man

pairing: hugh grant x reader

word count: 1.134

warnings: age gap (early 20s/late50s)

prompt: reader is an inexperienced (in more than one way) actor who’s just booked a film job, and she strikes up a conversation with the leading man

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It was the summer between my first and second year of drama school. The last month of the semester had been crazy, as I had begun filming for my first real big acting job. It was a film with Hugh Grant in the lead. Yes, Hugh Grant! I hadn’t been able to muster up a single word to say to him for the first two weeks on set. I had kept on walking in the opposite direction and avoiding eye contact for the first few days. Some of the first words I said to him I believe were when we had a conversation on screen as our characters. Truth was I had had a huge crush on his younger self half my life.

“Is that so?” Hugh laughed and leaned back in his chair. He crossed his arms and looked up at the ceiling with an amused smile. The confession about my crush had just poured out of me. Once we had, at last, gotten to talking as ourselves I had found myself rambling on for minutes on end. I was terrified of the silence that might’ve appeared between us had I not had anything interesting to say, and he might’ve gotten bored and left. Granted, I wasn't sure how interesting my last few spiels had been.

“And not now?” he joked, looking down again and glancing at me from under his brows. I took a sharp breath in and tried to think of a witty answer.

“Relax,” he chuckled, noticing I was trying hard to appease him. So long as we’re being honest, I definitely still found him attractive. His bright blue eyes in contrast to his tan and freckled skin. The varying shades of grey in his hair, which I was grateful he had grown out a few inches for the role. The prominent veins residing on the backs of his hands at all times.

“So then you’ve shagged a whole lot of awkward blokes with weird hair and a funny walk probably, eh?” he continued joking and took a sip of his coffee. We were in a corner on set, where we had sat with our coffees for the past half hour. I had learned quickly that being an actor meant you had to do a lot of waiting around.

“Surely those fools are begging at your feet,” Hugh added and extended his whole arm at me. Panic washed over me. He had just complimented me massively and also assumed I had been with a great deal of guys. I could’ve easily laughed it off. Why couldn’t I have laughed it off?

“Not so much blokes as bloke.”

“Oh, long time boyfriend?”

Yes. Lie!

“No. One night stand.”

Hugh smiled gently.

“So, you’re single.”

I was surprised that was what he took away from our conversation, and that was what he chose to emphasise. I chuckled nervously and nodded, crossing my legs and sitting up straighter in my chair. Hugh was quiet for a minute, looking around the room, deep in thought with a little smile on his lips. I was sweating.

“He must not have been that good, your bloke. If you didn't come back for seconds.. And you swore off guys after him.”

“He wasn’t great,” I laughed, still telling the truth. Hugh took another scan of the room and then he looked down in his coffee cup. It looked tiny in his large hand.

“We’re not all like him, you know. There are a few of us who are quite decent in bed.” He made a face that I thought should have been accompanied by a wink but it wasn’t. “Even us awkward boys with funny hair.”

“I really loved your hair! Honest.”

“You’re sweet.”

He smiled softly still.

“How old are you?”

Lie! It’s not that hard.

“Twenty… one.”

I was turning twenty-two in a month. He noticed I was in agony telling him my age.

“You’re a baby! When you’re pushing sixty you can start making that face.”

He pointed at me and my grimacing face again and I laughed.

“I know. I don’t think I’m old… necessarily. I just think I’m… I haven’t done anything, it feels like.”

A serious conversation was blossoming between us and Hugh looked at me with his head slightly tilted, his lip caught between his teeth. He thought for a second.

“Do you mean in the area of that singular bloke with the hair?”

“His hair wasn’t that weird,” I laughed quietly as a quick chime-in, and he made a quick face in response, and then I answered his question. “But yes. That’s a big thing.”

“Well,” he took a deep breath and looked away from our kind of intense eye contact. “You’re gonna hate me for saying this and you won’t believe me, but really it’s not that big of a deal. Firstly, it really doesn’t matter how many people you’ve slept with. You don’t have to do–”

“But I want to!” I cut him off, leaning forward in my seat now. Maybe it was the ninth hour on set which was sending me into delirium, or the apparent chemistry we had, but I was suddenly gushing about how badly I wanted to have sex to Hugh Grant. “I want passion and lust and drama! I want sex.”

“Of course you do, you’re an actor.”

I laughed in the middle of a sigh.

“You wouldn’t let me finish, though… Secondly, it’s just about finding a person you’re comfortable enough with and you can experiment all you want. It’s quite fun.” He shrugged, sipping his coffee again.

“Finding the person is the impossible bit,” I stated with my chin in my palm, as the visual representation of a sigh. Hugh pressed his lips together into a thin line for a moment, staring at me intently. There looked to be many thoughts whirring around in his brain. There was some sort of a vibe building between us. All this time I had had so many things to say to him but now my mind was blank. Was the sexual tension only in my head?

“I guess you’re right,” he nodded and looked away, licking the inside of his cheek.

One man from the production crew came out to our spot and told Hugh that he had a scene to shoot in five minutes. He finished the last bit of his coffee in one swig and I took a mental snapshot of his neck as he bent his head all the way back for a second.

“I’ll pray for that right person to find you,” he pointed at me as he began walking away. “Funny hair or not!”

It wasn’t until he was out of sight that I recognised the big stupid smile on my lips and the heat in my cheeks.

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hannahssimblr · 1 year ago

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Chapter Twenty-Eight (Part 2)

Later on in the evening, when the shadows have lengthened and the firepit is ablaze with crackling logs, someone approaches me through the crowd. Tall and handsome with black hair and eyes such a shocking, icy blue, like a husky. It’s Will O’Connor, Shane’s best friend from school. I fancied this boy relentlessly for three whole years.

“Evie Kilbride?” He says to me, as though he’s not completely sure, and I don’t blame him. I’m sure to him I was always Kelly’s weird, lanky friend with a mouth full of braces. I was also too shy to ever actually speak to him, so I’m surprised he ever learned my name at all.

“Yeah.” I say.

“Ah, sorry, I wasn’t sure it was you. You look different to how you did at school.”

“In a good or bad way?” I say without thinking, and he smiles, dimples on his cheeks that I used to have intrusive thoughts about pressing my finger into.

“I dunno.” He says. “How are you getting on? You’re at college, are you?”

I tell him about NCAD, and my internship, murals and illustration while he nods along with genuine interest. “That makes sense,” He says. “I remember how you were good at art.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah you were always drawing up in the stands during our football games.”

“Oh God.” I say, “That’s so embarrassing, I can’t believe you noticed me doing that.”

He laughs. “Ah, well, Kelly told us what you were up to. She said you hated watching us playing so you’d bring something to draw with instead.”

I want to protest and say I didn’t hate it. In fact, I always liked when Will was on the pitch. He was something majestic to behold, and sometimes if we were lucky he’d take his jersey off and whip it around over his head in celebration of scoring a point, but I can’t lie and say that I ever wanted to actually watch the games instead of the boys. I’m more embarrassed that Kelly talked about me to him than by the fact that he knew that football bored me.

He goes on to tell me that he doesn’t really play sports anymore, he just got a job at the local boys school. He’ll be a geography teacher. It seems a startlingly sensible choice for the same boy who threw a science lab skeleton dressed in his uniform off the roof of the P.E hall, but I suppose none of us stay sixteen and reckless forever.

“How’s Kelly getting on with the nursing degree?” He wants to know. “Is she doing placement this year or what?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Is she coming tonight, or?”

“I don’t know either. I suppose she’s probably working, maybe she’ll be by a bit later.” I pause. “Like, she and I aren’t close anymore.”

Will seems surprised. “Oh really? But ye were always together, joined at the hip, like. You’d never see one without the other.”

“Yeah, I know, but it didn’t work out in the end.” I chew my lip, resisting the urge to say something in defence of myself so that he knows that she’s the one who ruined it, not me when actually it doesn’t matter at all anymore. None of those things that seemed monumental as teenagers seem to matter one iota. Will plunges his hands in his pockets and rocks back and forth on his heels in the short silence that follows. I suspect I have made it awkward for him somehow, and begin preparing my escape before he says: “You know, she actually told me once that you fancied me.”

I explode with panic as though a nuclear disaster alarm has gone off. “What?”

“Yeah, like…” He laughs self-consciously. “I think it was when I was in fifth year or something. She said that you’d had your eye on me for ages and you were too shy to say anything.”

“Oh Jesus, I’m sorry she said that. That’s really awkward, I’m sure you were really freaked out by it.”

“No, I thought it was cute, to be honest.”

Why he is bringing this up? It’s not often now that I truly wish to be gobbled up by the earth, but this has made me feel so humiliated that my arms curl around myself as though they can protect me from my own horrible feelings. “Ha. Well, you know, I was really young and silly, I hope I didn’t embarrass you by it or like, that nobody else found out and took the piss out of you for it.”

He was going out with this girl from the same athletics club as me for ages, and she used to always tell the same story to everyone about how she’d gone shopping at Abercrombie & Fitch and they’d begged her to work there because she was so good looking. If she’d heard about my feelings she would have ripped me to shreds.

“No, nobody found out.” He says. “I actually do think that you’re very cute. Still, I mean.” The corners of his mouth curve up into a shy smile, and the moment is so alien to me that it takes me several moments to realise that he’s not making fun of me. Will O’Connor is flirting with me. “Oh, thank you.” I manage.

“You’re not going out with anyone at the moment, are you?”

His phrasing bothers me a bit, as if he’s implying I couldn’t possibly have a boyfriend or something, but still I laugh out loud at the absurdity of the whole situation. After all this time. He used to be everything I wanted but now, the things about him that used to make my stomach flip and my legs weak leave me feeling nothing at all. He would have been embarrassed to bump shoulders with me even accidentally back then, and now look at him. I never thought I’d see him vulnerable. “I am.” I say. “I have a boyfriend, sorry.” I glance over his shoulder to Jude, who’s conversing with Shane about something by the firepit. Will follows my eyes and glances over his shoulder. “Oh, him?”

“Yeah.”

He shrugs. “Lucky guy, I suppose.” He gently clinks his bottle against my prosecco glass and nods. “Well, have a good night, Evie. Was nice to run into you again.”

I join Jude and Shane by the fire straight after, and practically dive into my boyfriend, holding on to him and kissing his cheek five times in quick succession while he chuckles and wraps his arms around me. “Are you alright?”

“Yes” I say. “I’m just obsessed with you, I love you so much.”

“Little weirdo.” He grabs me by my cheeks and kisses the top of my head.

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torialefay · 9 months ago

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I reblogged my topic I was going to send here in case you didn't want to continue answering and furthering the concept about how lack of experience can affect the desirability of a person in sexual/romantic.

I'm 26, virgin, the last time I even kissed a guy was 5 years ago, never been in a long-term relationship and even though it is a HUGE insecurity of mine, I'm open about it on here because I have received a lot comments like-

'You're a virgin? your smut is so good and accurate, I thought you'd have loads of experience'

Which I love those comments, froth over them but I'm honest about my inexperience so ppl know I have no idea what the hell I'm writing about half the time.

But as a cis female, I do understand that it's more 'acceptable' for a woman to be 26 and have a lack of experience vs men to be 26 and have a lack of experience.

It's hard both ways- don't get me wrong because I know plenty of guys who are like...

'I don't want to be with someone who's a virgin because it's too much pressure to be someone's first'

Which for starters, how mediocre and effortless is your performance in the bedroom that you think it's 'too much pressure' to give someone a good time?

And secondly, I would argue and say there's less pressure because there's nothing for us to compare it too??

But as a female, I think we do get more sympathy about being a late-bloomer because 'she's a romantic, she's waiting until marriage, sex is more intimate for her etc etc'.

Whereas most the time when a guy is inexperienced, ppl are going to be like 'why? You're a guy, just go fuck whoever- unless you're a creep or incel wtf?'

But it's double edged because most ppl don't want to be with someone who's inexperienced but how are we meant to gain experience?

And then there's the whole other topic of a women being sexually rejected by a man and the stigma surrounding that-

Women are tend to be told that men will take all offers of sex and has someone who has been sexually rejected (more than once) by guys- I can safely say it's a level of humiliation that you don't find anywhere else.

In summary, as a demisexual 26 year old inexperienced female, pls give us a chance because most of us are eager and willing to learn and are just excited about fkn getting chosen by someone in all honesty.

i think it's okay to post about it as long as it's informational and isn't coming for anyone 😭😂 and i think this is an important topic because there definitely are people on this platform who also haven't had sex before & i think it's good for them to know that it's actually pretty normal. i have friends who haven't slept with anyone, and they're in their mid-twenties as well.

i also have friends who have liked & disliked that they were "virgins"... sometimes i struggle with the word bc i think it can have a negative or weird connotation sometimes, but i'm gonna use it for now anyways. there are some people who like the feeling of knowing they're gonna be the first dick inside of you/first person to do something to you (as if you've never used a toy or fingers before but whatever), and there are definitely people who don't give af about you & assume you want your first experience to be with someone more "special" than them. there's a wide range of responses to someone who openly says that they are a virgin.

i don't think most realize just how many people there are around our age who actually haven't slept with anyone... because they simply don't talk about it or have been made to feel weird or ashamed. my heart breaks over that sometimes bc some people simply want it out of curiosity, but others only want it to say they've done it or to not feel "weird" about themselves... or feeling "different" i guess.

i do think i've met more fem people who need an emotional connection before experiencing sexual attraction to a person... but i think there are plenty of masc people who feel this way as well, but it's been pushed on them that they SHOULD have the urge to fuck. and here's the same: it is so fucking hard & backwards to get into a relationship these days. i've read some studies that have projected that only about 60% of people in our age range & below will end up in relationships and be with that person long term/to the point of marriage... people have a dating problem & a commitment problem and that makes it a lot harder for some people to have sex or even want to have sex. even for me, i've only slept with people i've been in relationships with... but at this point in society, i genuinely don't know if i'll ever be in a meaningful relationship again sooooo ig you know what that means 🥲

point blank, there are tons of people out there, fem and masc, who haven't had sex. most of them just don't talk about it. and i don't think it's anything that anyone should be shamed for- regardless of the gender they identify as. plus, there will be plenty of people who are great at sex their first time, and plenty who aren't. some potential partners don't want to risk it as not being "great" their first time & that could contribute to saying no. but i would bet that there are plenty of people out there who would be just fine with it.

i hope you never have to feel alone in this. if people don't wanna fuck, that's not always on you. and please never feel like you have to be "chosen" bc a lot of these guys & gals choose sucky people for reasons we don't really know other than they think they'll insure a good time. i love youuuuu ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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vincess-princess · 2 years ago

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as we were falling

ch. 4

a/n: to the handful of people reading this, i love you. this is as unedited and rough as it could be, and you still push through. that takes some serious willpower i gotta say

warnings: - (incredible, right)

word count: 1435

It always hit hard at night.

The engines were humming quietly, sending vibrations throughout the ship. The living quarters were usually padded against this, but those were no living quarters.

Tommy knew this was the last night onboard. Nobody told him that, of course, but he knew. It’s been eight days, and the crew was running around, their steps and voices constantly passing past the corridor behind the door of their cell. This hurry could only mean one thing.

As much as the ship sucked, Tommy would rather stay here, in this piss-soaked robe, eating disgusting nutrient paste, shitting in a bucket, than go off to an unpredictable future, alone. No, it wasn’t exactly unpredictable: there would be an auction, and his price would probably cap at three thousand EDs – he was too lanky for anything more than that, though the hair and the face might drive it up a little. He didn’t have much to offer in terms of skills, except maybe waiting on tables, dancing and drumming – but that wasn’t what coreworlders were looking for in slaves. Maybe a middle-aged lady would want to acquire an errand boy and a young lover, or a family of five a nanny, or a weapon dealer – a manual laborer who he wouldn’t have to pay. He tried to list all the possible options in his mind, but gave up at fifty-seventh. Too much uncertainty. He hated it.

Nikki was snoring, quietly and peacefully, on the mattress next to his. They’ve only been mattress-mates for two and a half days, but it was still a connection, still a familiar stone to hang onto in the relentless stream of life. Nikki was reckless, and completely insane, and didn’t know what cereal tasted like but could tell the difference between the shots of FNFAL7 and SA92 by sound. Tommy made a note to find out more about Rina (what was the system? MC-something?) whenever he got the chance. Weird guy, but there was something appealing about him. It was a pity they’d never meet again after tomorrow. Tommy had a feeling they could become good friends.

“Hey.” Nikki as though materialized next to his mattress straight out of Tommy’s thoughts. For a second Tommy even got scared he could read his mind. “You alright, kiddo?”

“Yeah,” Tommy said, trying to sound nonchalant. “Why?”

“You were sniffling.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Yes, you were.”

Tommy wiped his nose stealthily. “No, I wasn’t. And I’m not a kiddo.”

“C’mon. You look seventeen.”

Tommy was gravely offended. “I’m eighteen, actually.”

“Ah, eighteen. Such a good, carefree time,” Nikki said dreamily. “When I was your age-“

“You were my age like two years ago,” Tommy interrupted, irritated.

“Four, actually.” Now it was Nikki’s turn to get offended. Oh, so the perceived difference in maturity was just Nikki’s vaster life experience. Rina sounded like a hellhole, and while Atarea wasn’t heaven on earth either, at least Tommy never had to hold a gun in his hands. Mostly because they were too poor to afford one, though.

“How’d you get swiped?” he heard himself asking, practically against his will. That was probably a sensitive topic, but he was curious, and there’d be no better chance to find out.

Nikki didn’t seem to mind much, though. “They landed next to our settlement. Demanded we give them our guns and our young. We refused. They started shooting.” He paused, his breath quickening. “They got the guns and three of us out of twenty-seven. Maybe two – Danny looked real bad last time I saw him.”

Tommy blinked, astonished. “Just like that? You didn’t even have time to call the intercops?”

“Intercops? On Rina?” Nikki laughed bitterly. “Kiddo, they haven’t even heard of it. No intercop dares venture that far. He’d be polished off in an instant just for a fancy gun.”

“Oh. Alright.” Atareans didn’t like cops much either, but killing one was the last thing anyone would wanna do –there’d be a horde of them the next day hauling off anyone they thought was related to the incident. “And other settlements? You tried contacting them?”

Nikki shook his head. “They put on a radio blocker. And we didn’t have many settlements close enough to help us out - provided that they’d want to help us at all instead of waiting for us all to get massacred to feast on the remains.”

“Your planet kind of sucks, dude,” Tommy said honestly.

“It does.” Nikki wrinkled his nose. “Hellhole, as I said. Still wouldn’t change it for any coreworld planet they’re dragging us to. Better to die on your terms than live on terms of others.”

Tommy didn’t like his tone – it was so full of desperate brashness he was almost sure the guy would throw himself off a fancy coreworld skyscraper when given a chance rather than live in that very skyscraper as a slave. But the guards had probably already noted his affinity for rebellion and indifference to getting hurt and his future owners would surely learn about that beforehand.

“But enough about me,” Nikki continued, his tone that scared Tommy gone. “What’s your story?”

“There’s not much to tell.” After Nikki’s tragic tale Tommy felt almost guilty for having such a mundane backstory. “My family was poor as rats. I’ve made some mistakes - got arrested a couple times. Killed my own prospects, so to say.” He avoided looking Nikki in the eyes. “And you don’t earn much working tables and cleaning the trash.”

“What kind of mistakes?”

“Oh, you know. Minor ones. Broke into a car once – there was a wallet on the seat. Got busted right there and then. Couldn’t pay the court fines – got put onto the list of ‘unreliables’.”

“The list of who?”

“Unreliable member of society. Trash. Outcasts. Effectively closed off practically any normal job for me.”

“Your family sold you or something?” Nikki frowned. "When you became unable to bring in the cash?"

“Not exactly.” Tommy raised his hand, interrupting him. “You see, I have a younger sister. She’s smart. Ambitious. Straight As at school. Her teachers tell her she’s got every chance of getting into college.”

“So they did sell you.“ Nikki concluded, but Tommy shook his head.

“Dude, listen to the end. I was deep down in the dumps. Drank heavily. Shot up in club bathrooms. Spent all my family’s money on booze and drugs.”

Nikki listened with a face of stone. Not a muscle moved on it, only his eyes were burning – burning with rage.

“They did offer me a chance.” Tommy squeezed out a smile, but it came out a grimace “Go clean and find a job, split the bills. Put in a share for my sister’s college.”

“But you are here. You didn’t pull that off?”

Tommy shook his head. Images that he tried so hard to suppress came back to mind. Screams, harsh words, fights. At least now it was over. “No. I refused to try entirely.”

Nikki’s eyebrows flew up. “Are you for real? You rejected a normal life with your parents for this?” He waved his hand around. Someone snored loudly.

Tommy sighed. How could he explain to a dweller of a wild edgeworld planet whose entire colony was shot why Tommy’s life sucked? “That wasn’t normal life. My parents hated me, and I hated them. I wanted out. I wanted to not be a burden. I wanted my sister to go to college.” He leaned in to Nikki, as if telling a secret. “To be honest, man… I feel relief. I won’t be a dead weight on their shoulders anymore, compromising my sister with my mistakes.”

For a while Nikki looked at him without saying anything, sending shivers down his spine. “You’re crazy, man,” he finally said. “You’re absolutely crazy.”

“Maybe I am.” Tommy shrugged. He hoped his story didn’t change Nikki’s opinion of him to the worse. “I’m still surprised myself. Never thought I’d be able to do something like that.”

“I never would,” Nikki said. “I don’t understand you. But-“ he paused, “if that was a decision you made yourself…”

Tommy nodded.

“Then I respect it,” Nikki finished, and Tommy felt pride blooming in his chest. This big, tough, take-no-shit guy respected him. For Tommy, that was something. “But I still think you’re absolutely crazy,” he added, smiling a contagious smile.

They spent the rest of the night talking. When they finally got to sleep people were already rushing past their door and calling out to each other, which meant it was almost wake-up time. Tommy knew he needed energy for the day that was about to come, but he also wouldn’t exchange that night for anything.

#motley crue #tommy lee #nikki sixx #motley crue fanfiction #as we were falling #here's some backstory for you guys #i imagine nikki's planet as a fallout-esque quest to survive #and tommy's a sort of night city slums #idk if i will manage to show their backgrounds through their actions #because once again - im not editing this #im reading this exactly once when im done and throwing it out here #cohesive story? who needs that amirite #my writing

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pillowfriends · 1 year ago

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TSR new reader thoughts: chapter 21-26

Chapter 21: Into the Heart

Moiraine POV finally!! I love this POV because it does absolutely nothing to make her a more sympathetic or likeable character. featuring such bangers as "Egwene is getting harder to manipulate, this is really inconvenient" and "When Lan is with me it's annoying because he thinks I need protection, but when he's not with me it's annoying because he should be doing his job and protecting me" and "what the fuck Rand I'm so fucking angry what the FUCK - *outwardly just has the blankest most neutral expression*" truly she is the character of all time.

anyway. Rand is politicking and still doesn't think a woman could ever be a legitimate threat to anything. ok

Chapter 22: Out of the Stone

Aiel culture information, cool. Rand and Egwene reminiscing about the Two Rivers, cute and tragic. Moiraine is so funny in this chapter being upset that Rand is keeping secrets. girl have you met yourself?? also Lan taking Rand's side over Moiraine's - god this woman can't catch a break.

introduction of the fat man angreal I've heard so much about!

Chapter 23: Beyond the Stone

Moiraine was soooo angry at Rand for taking the risk with the stone. also Lan wtf withholding Aiel information from Moiraine. "You have never asked me about them" terrible excuse you've been together for twenty years and it's extremely relevant to the quest you're on RIGHT NOW. this doesn't feel like a Lan move tbh but maybe I just have my rose-colored MoLan glasses on. it really does seem like Lan is distancing himself from Moiraine which I'm upset about.

Aviendha can channel! we're meeting so many channelers from different areas and it's very cool. I think her denial of what the Wise Ones want her life path to be, and eventually caving in, parallels very nicely with our ta'veren protagonists.

Moiraine goes into a tent, drinks some wine, keeps talking over Egwene to get random information about the Aiel, goes on a rant about the Old Tongue that no one really cares about, and then runs out naked to go through a mystery ter'angreal. what an icon.

Chapter 24: Rhuidean

I really don't have a lot to say about this chapter, like, Mat being Mat, some more ter'angreal fuckshit, human skin leather on the creepy guy, okay moving on.

(actually though, WHAT is going on with these redstone doorways, insane. sometimes it's hard to tell with the ter'angreal what magic weirdness will be handwaved away and what will be explored/explained later. either way, though, it's fun to read.)

Chapter 25: The Road to the Spear AND Chapter 26: The Dedicated

holy shit. this is why I read epic fantasy. I'm combining these chapters because they're basically one long chapter of Rand going back through Aiel history. I don't even know what to say except that it was extremely cool, I loved how it traced the history back through one family line, and I was absolutely overwhelmed (in a good way) by the insane amount of lore. it was very smoothly done though. standout moments for me are learning the reason behind the Aiel veiling their faces before they kill, and also WHAT THE FUCK WE GOT THE AGE OF LEGENDS??? on page??? with like, male channelers and futuristic technology and ?????? I'm never recovering.

but yeah, TLDR that was an insane sequence that made me so, so excited for future lore reveals. I'm in it now baby, I'm not just invested in the characters but I'm also so invested in the world Robert Jordan built. there's so much history, so many cultures, and I want to learn about all of it.

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#wheel of time #the shadow rising #wot book spoilers #moiraine damodred #aviendha

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eggsandtrifles · 2 months ago

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6 Years Later and Starting Over

(This is a weird introductory statement about me starting over my hobby as a small-time content creator: thank you for reading!)

I'm currently wondering if my author's voice has been too weird or cringy for what I wanted to achieve in the past. It's feels strange coming back to social media. Of all of the things that changed, what especially stands out for me now is that I don't want to oveshare my life with the already-established community that I struggled to build. Six years ago, that would have been different-- I was desperate to be seen and heard, because writing and creating content was my form of therapy (and still is, to some extent). Six years ago, my mindset was SO different compared to what I developed into now. (There's a lot of psychology to unpack with this being said, but that's for another time.)

This week I got a chance to catch-up on what's been going on with an old mentor of mine through revisiting her YouTube channel-- the platform that started it all. I remember being fifteen years old, dreaming big about winning a full-ride scholarship and getting huge recognition, then escaping the pressures of becoming a medical doctor (to afford the finer things in life *EYEROLL*) by going to an Ivy-League and leaving the world behind. I was going to represent the science community as brilliant young scientist. I would finally get a break to work with the UK's best to produce crime-fiction and become a well-respected Sherlockian. Writer, actress, director... dream on Johnny.

I remember the enthusiasm I had to achieve all of this, spilling everything to my long-distant friend, who at that time already achieved a portion of my goals through winning the scholarship that I mentioned.

She's pretty much a big sister to me, about five years apart in age. She was in college by the time I was submitting videos to the scholarship and trying to build a social media presence. I remember our conversations when we followed each other on Instagram. They were amazing, except looking back, I feel like my younger self was so annoying to deal with. I had the mindset that I was raised with. I assumed everyone should know what they were doing and they should stick with it. There was no room for exploration or growth. You finish what you started. Back then, my friend knew what I can now understand at twenty-one as I am finally taking control of my happiness.

So, after six years of minor achievements that I wanted to define my life, what happened?

I started college in the fall of 2022, and it took exactly four semesters and a half to change my identity and join the secret service... no, that didn't happen. Sometimes I don't think college even helped because, boy ... small town colleges are their own heck of a circus. But that's not the story I'm trying to get to (that's a sitcom for another day). As of now, M is no longer pretending to be the best pre-medical student who is everyone's hero. Although she is super happy with the career choice that she made (despise the craziness of being shared by two departments, like having two families), she is no longer trying to be defined by her work.

M wants to explore the things that she loved. HOWEVER, M wants to do this without overly explaining things to her old community. In fact, I feel like a lot of my posts were about me trying to explain who I am and why I did things, as if I was writing a personal statement with every new update. INSECURE. What really bothers me is everyone was totally okay with it! I was perceived as a great achiever because of my actions, and I couldn't step out of it without giving an explanation. Heck, I might be doing that right now...

I want this to be a statement of letting go and starting over. I am here to share my projects and artwork as person that no one is going to perceive based on their background knowledge this socially awkward teen that they followed in real-time back in whenever the heck I started this... (2019?)

YOU KNOW WHAT, I TAKE THAT BACK.

My Tumblr friends were the only folks that totally cool with me, because I wasn't trying to prove anything to them. Unfortunately, I lost access to my old account, and I am a little more than disappointed. NGL the fandom stuff got a little out of control (House M.D., Jeeves and Wooster, Granada Holmes, etc.), but I really want to rediscover the sense of community that I had on Tumblr. Cheers to trying to hop back into content creating!

#college #blog #starting over

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masongrizchel · 1 year ago

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The Time When I Reached 20 🎉✨

Disclaimer: I don't want this blog post to be a symbolic one. I am recalling and stating the feeling I had when I reached this age.

When I reached 20, I was confused, and I had this weird gut feeling about my future. I envisioned myself starting a family after graduating with my bachelor's degree. Coming from a broken family, the thought of having my own gave me a sense of false security and uncertainty. These thoughts keep flooding my mind because my officemates have been having these kinds of conversations with me over the past few days. 🤔

I remember when I reached this age, I was in the factory waking up, just like I would on a normal day. I worked with production and aided in the delivery of our products somewhere. I received a text message from a girl asking me to go out after my shift, and I told her, 'Sure, why not? 😊'.

She treated me on my birthday, and we had a date, enjoying each other's company. A whirlwind of activity filled our day! We scoured the national bookstore for hidden gems, tantalized our taste buds at Mang Inasal, and to complete the trifecta, we savored cold, creamy ice cream before diving headfirst into the Booksale frenzy. 🍦📚 (I'll share more about this story/flashback in my upcoming posts.)

This is a piece of nostalgia that I cherish from when I reached that age.

Society paints this decade with broad brushstrokes of vibrant hues and boundless optimism throughout popular culture. This offers countless promises of independence, exploration, and endless possibilities. But I'll be honest, it made me swirl in the vortex of anxiety. 😟

There are lots of questions, including existential ones.

The day my birthday arrived, I received a package. 📦 I fear isolation, especially since I am already planning to move out of the factory where I have been staying. Where should I go? How will I start? 🤷‍♂️

Gone were the built-in social circles of high school and college. Suddenly, I had to navigate the unfamiliar territory of building new friendships as an adult—a daunting task, to say the least. Then there was the fear of change. Everything felt like it was in constant flux: jobs, relationships, even my sense of self. Would I ever find stability? Would I ever "figure it out"? 🌪️

Looking back, it's clear these anxieties weren't roadblocks but stepping stones. The fear of isolation pushed me to step outside my comfort zone and meet different people and groups, striking up conversations with strangers.

It wasn't always easy, but it led to some amazing friendships that continue to this day. 💬🤝

The fear of change—well, that one never truly goes away. But I've learned to embrace it. Change is inevitable, and it's often the catalyst for growth. The constant flux of my twenties led me to unexpected opportunities, new passions, and a deeper understanding of myself.

So, to all my fellow twenty-somethings out there wrestling with similar fears, I say this: It's okay. Those anxieties are a normal part of the journey. Don't let them hold you back. Embrace the discomfort, step outside your comfort zone, and see where the road takes you. 🚀

You might just surprise yourself. 🌟

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blackvail22 · 2 years ago

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also (this is my third or fourth post within a 30 minute timeframe btw) my dad made me uncomfortable tdy because i went to my room when my mom started yelling (by coincidence tbh i just wanted to lay down bcos i had a headache and was tired and i have no couch/sofa in my living room) and when i went down for dinner he kept asking me "what did mom say to make you mad. i know her. i know you" and it truly just made me uncomfortable and unsafe and he seemed a little drunk so itd make sense hed do that and im scared that my dad is going to cross a boundary now that i confide in him more than my mom

what doesnt help is my past!!! i have been groomed online multiple times, and--i cant believe im saying this--lying about my age saved me once. i told them i was the same age i told you (sometimes id say 16 which was SO obviously a lie). this one guy, his name was pierce (allegedly), told me "my dad needs a photo of your birth certificate in order for me to keep talking to you" (this guy was 20 AT LEAST. why would he need parental approval?) because i lied abt my age and name, OBVIOUSLY i was panicking. i thought abt doing it ngl. i was like "how am i supposed to change my birth certificate to say im am who im saying i am?" and then i thought "how the hell am i supposed to access an important document that my mom has wo her looking through my phone again?" so i was like "no. i cant do that" and he got all mad and was like "well im blocking you then" and i said "thats fine. im not even supposed to be talking to you anyways" i remember the exact date and where i was exactly during all of it and what i did afterwards (watch the heathens mv by twenty one pilots, it happened the same day as publication around 2pm)

god, pierce was such a weird guy. i forgot about him until recently. i met him on minecraft after my parents "banned" me from roblox. in minecraft he'd make me roleplay with him but like... yk... it was weird. he would make us write everything in a book and he would store all of them in a chest (there was at least 40 books of this). there was a time (i regret this so deeply) he asked me for my phone number, and i gave it to him. from then we would text each other a lot, and we would skype. i dont have any recollection of him ever talking when on skype. i think he would type everything out, making it weirder. also, i had the squeeky little kid voice so he obviously knew i wasnt however old i told him i was (i think 16). also, i very much DID NOT look that old either. i still have the photos from then... i looked so young. i could see 12, maybe? bur 16? no. i had a power outage once, making me unable to use my phone for a few hours. i had a panic attack because i was so afraid of him being upset with me (he was) and he threatened to kill himself. i didnt want to do any of the things he told me to do. i didnt want to hear any of the sexual comments he would make about me. i didnt want him to talk about how much he wanted to make me have a big family and enact all of *that* out. i didnt deserve to be treated like that, and i shouldve listened to my parents when they told me to block his number. i feel so responsible for everything that happened to me back then and even with the more recent events. i kept saying no but he kept going on about it. i shouldve just blocked them. i shouldn't have kept him in my life any longer than b told me to. i just liked the company and i didnt want to be lonely again... i didnt want it all to end up this way... *that* way. if i think abt it, i wouldnt have been bullied so extensively or experienced that thing his friend did (and they both said i was a whore) (*side note i never talked abt the thinf his frkend did and i truly do not want to talk abt the specifics!!!!!) and sometimes i think theyre right. i still have the messages from last year when he reached out to me. "i cant have forced you to do anything when im online!!!" u did though. if i blocked u or unadded you youd blow up our friends forcing them into the situation bcos u knew theyd be on ur side and theyd bully me or find a way to con me into talking to u. if i told u no, i dont want you to do that, i dont want to do that, youd call me a bitch and a whore and wouldn't stop begging for it after i said no and making me do it/go with it to make you shut the fuck up. are there a lot of things i said that i regret? yes, absolutely. honestly if he spread screenshofs out of context i would 100% be called a whore, a liar, and that i wanted it. but i only did it to make him shut up n not be pissed!!!!! seeing his name on a church sign in my town makes me shut down every time. he traumatized me NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENED he traumatized me, in more ways than just that one. it truly reversed my progression by a lot. i cant talk abt it ever because i feel like no one will believe me or blame me for it.

anyways this all contributed to the changing and and scarring of my perspective of relationships--platonic, romantic... theyre all ruined for me. i always have a wall up now, and my ex did not help that at all! actually made it quite worse. im more vulnerable when it comes to the things i like, and im extremely careful when i make decisions that involve other people. whenever someone is extremely quiet near me, i start to panic. whenever i talk about my day, im scared people will not care about anything i have to say. they dont have to care, but its nice to have ppl care every once in a while

anyways ive been typing for 20 minutes now bcos im on my phone. its nearly midnight and i have to be at the hospital at 9am for my prodecure that is at 11am. im terrified but its okay

toodles!

wait no song time

d4vd has so many good songs he's def in my top 10!

okie byebye 😁

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the-silly-superstar · 5 months ago

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reblogging for easiness trust.

anyway got more done for this, also posting it on Wattpad 😼 here ya go

EPIC STORY TRUST P2

I leaned my cheek against the inside of my helmet, my cheek pushing on the walkie talkie as my voice buzzed through it, to his helmet.

"Can we get this done quickly? I'm supposed to be a nurse, not a stupid repairman."

"And I'm a navigator, yet I'm still doing this. Suck it up, you rock," his voice buzzed right back, crackling through, "And you forgot to say it again, so I will. Over."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, over." I muttered back as we exited the ship, the doors slamming shut behind us. The void of space looked endless, not an ounce of light in sight. I watched Rome carefully, knowing I'd likely get lost. But it was weird. I could've sworn I saw something attack him. It looked like it was the size of a lamppost, just as skinny as once, and massive claws like swords, but once I blinked, he was fine and whatever it was, it wasn't there. His voice spoke, interrupting the silence of my slight concern.

"Yeah…no. It's way too dark, I'm out. Over." He turned, as quickly as the lack of gravity would let him, and hopped towards the red ship. Man, this company really liked red. I followed after as we got back in, putting the incredibly heavy suits back on the racks. I took a moment to look at my suit as I placed it down. Bright red, it almost looked like we were racing cars, not on some far-off planet racing for home. It was worn, clearly, this thing's old age showing to an extreme. There weren't any tears in it. Hopefully it stayed that way.

"Are you coming?" Rome's voice snappid me out of my analysis. His dirty sneakers tapped against the metal floor as he pushed his brown, probably unwashed, hair back.

I don't think he even bothered to bring at least deodorant on the ship. "I need you to put the code in."

"Why? It's the same one that got us in, Elmer told me that. Plus don't you have them memorized like you always say?" To say I was annoyed was a bit of an understatement.

He bragged about his great memory, but couldn't remember something from twenty minutes ago?

"Well I forgot, okay? Just put it in, will you?" He practically growled as I pulled the code booklet from my pocket. Also red. How unique. I flipped through the outdated pages, old joke or phrase after another until I reached my designated page. As I read the code, quickly memorizing it. I spoke as I inputted it.

"2-7-4-1…Jeez, an easy one too. How'd you forget this, Einstein?" I chuckled, only to receive an irritated sigh for a response. "What happened? You were all snarky before, now you're like a toddler." I glanced back at him, worried.

"Don't worry about it." He spoke sternly, more like a command rather than a response, as he swiftly stormed down the halls, and took a sharp right to the team quarters with his fists clenched. He was usually more level-headed than this, weird. I still had to go tell Captain Elrod we couldn't get the job done, and maybe have Doctor Bonnie or our engineer, Elmer, go check on Rome. He was a total brat, despite being two years older than me, but I still worried for him.

I walked into the lounge area and predictably, nobody was there. I had to go hunt for everything in this place. The, you guessed it, red couch was undisturbed except for several hand-made blankets from Miss Bonnie. Out of everyone here she's probably my favorite since she's easier on me due to my lack of knowledge. Her husband Elmer is just as harsh, though. My legs felt like rubber from running all the way here, so I plopped down against the lumpy long sofa. It was soft, like cotton candy before you take a bite and it feels all gross and dainp. I glanced at the window, the electronic screen pulled over where you'd normally see the other side of the ship along with the darkness that reached for lightyears. I hated this internship, I really did, but the stars were rather pretty. I got up, my still exhausted legs carrying me over as I tried to lift the screen up, to see the view until I jolted from Elmer's gruff voice.

"Ya don't get paid to laze around and look at the stars, you get paid to do work!" Elmer spoke, yet felt like a shout. I looked at him, a head of slightly curly, grey hair with a just as curly and thick moustache to match.

"It's an internship, I don't get paid at all-" I tried to talk, but as usual, he interrupted.

"Quit smart-mouthin' me, kid, go help Bonnie out, y'know, like you're s'posed to." He grumbled, his feet thumping away, the sound fading away as he grew farther, likely going back to the utility room. I decided I probably should go too, even if I'd never be compensated for my hard work.

Bonnie looked up at me as I stepped through the door, the wrinkles on her face going up in a smile.

"Finally memorize the code?" She grinned

"Just to spite Rome, yeah," I smiled back, resisting a chuckle, "When we were coming back in he completely forgot it, made me get out the stupid booklet to do it myself."

"Maybe he's just tired, dear. The air on these ships has never been the safest to breathe.

Now come here, I have a few books you should read. They mostly pertain to how space affects the body."

"Alright, thank you Ma'am." I smiled, going over to grab the books but I spotted something. Another book, titled, "The Planets of The Unknown," in which I grabbed instead. "What's this?" I questioned, as I flipped through the pages. It seemed fairly new, a few years old at the most.

"Oh, it's a book on some unknown planets in this area of space. I've been meaning to go through it to see if I can find this planet." She explained, standing up and peeking over my shoulder.

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that’s it for now!1!1!1 hope you guys like it, idk what I’m doing, but I have designs down for everyone now!!! Except captain :P

uh school thing I’m kinda proud of so far. Just a lil bit is done, I’ll post it day after day with each bits of my progress!1!1

it’s like a mix of Mouthwashing and that’s not my neighbor if that makes sense. It mightttt change every now n again, but I’m cooking trust(do not trust)

I’ll link part two soon!1!1!1!

no name for it, so I’ll just tag with story for school!1!1!1!1!

THE EPIC STORY TRUST (no title yet but I think it’s pretty epic)

Someone, or something, was near the base last night. We weren't sure what, but it wasn't human. What we assumed to be claws had dug in deep through the thick, slightly rusted metal of the spaceship. It had torn a large chunk of the ship, thankfully sparing important pieces of it. Even so, everyone was still relatively freaked out. Rome was first to speak.

"So...do we do something or just let us all get torn to shreds by whatever monstrosity on this godforsaken planet that was?" he spoke, irritation clear in his already annoying tone. Our group was silent, still staring through the window at the other side of the ship.

"Yeah, I'll think of something," Captain Elrod said, "The safest thing to do right now is probably to go patch it up." He then turned to me, smiling. Great. He's gonna make me go out with Elmer to fix it again in those musty old suits. Listening to that old prick grouse about the slightest things I did differently from him was a job in itself.

"I'm not going out there." I announced bluntly.

"Come on, Amethyst, no way I'm doing that. Quit being a baby and go do it." Rome snarled. If I wasn't in front of everyone right now, I'd smack Rome all the way back to Earth.

"No! We know nothing about this planet, or whatever the hell that thing was!"

"Both of you, calm down. You're both doing it. Ame, you can show him the ropes, I'm sure he's a tad rusty." Captain ended the argument, and that was that.

Rome and I walked down the musty, stuffy, and overall uncomfortable air of the ship's halls down to the room which held the company space suits. Our shoes tapped against the metal, a clear click sounding with each step.

"I can't believe we have to do this, why can't Elmer do it?" I complained, "He's done it plenty of times before!”

"That's what I said before, but ol' Bonnie said he's 'too old' or whatever. Total bull." He said, just as we reached the room. The doors, as with every other pair of doors on this ship, were closed, rusty, and required a code to get in. Above the door frame, it was an aged sign, reading "Space Suits", blandly decorated with very muted colors. We weren't little kids, sure, but couldn't there be some color around here? I went to pull out my booklet with the codes around the ship, but Rome was a few steps ahead of me, inputting the painfully complicated code and the doors creaked apart, the gross air blowing against us. It had been silent as we pulled the Ruby Red Riders suits up against ourselves and over our clothes, our faces only visible through the glass of the helmets.

#my writing #story for school #writing #my post #my ocs #school project #original writing #writing community #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr

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