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carletes · 3 years ago

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“how it would have felt” (1/2)

Ship: Carlando

Rating: E for explicit (seriously; here be smut)

Warnings: Post-Sochi, mild hurt/comfort, mostly fluffy and sweet but also smut

Part 1/2 (part 2 here)

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- do u want me to come over?

Lando had stared at the text message for a long time, debating little rebellions within himself. Rebellions against whom? Himself, mostly. As though he didn’t deserve the fruits of a good decision after what he had done that morning. As though it was better for everyone that Lando just stay by himself all night. But, incidentally, it was Carlos’ own voice - infuriatingly wise, always - that militated in favor of a response. Well, that, and the promise of comfort, quiet and patient.

- yea but not yet. later tho.

Lando could see the scene clear as day: Carlos surrounded by a veritable ocean of red, cacophonous laughter and jokes lubricated with drink, comrades toasting to the man who had brought home more than Ferrari fucking deserved (because, really, which team actually deserved Carlos? Aside from McLaren, anyway; Lando was loyal to his people).

And Carlos himself? Perfunctorily smiling at people, the odd, distracted “grazie,” a vice grip on his phone, bated breath until Lando replied. Then he would glance down, furrow his brow for the briefest moment, before shooting back:

- take ur time. just lmk.

- yea i will. enjoy, ok?

- ok

And it was that easy. It was always that easy with Carlos.

Lando rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling of the hotel. He was happy for Carlos. Any other day, he’d have snuck his way into the Ferrari celebration, ignoring the good-humored, knowing smiles shot at him, and quietly sidled up to Carlos. They would have clinked their beers. And Carlos would settle in, his arm pressed against Lando’s, his thigh against Lando’s, and that would be all the warmth Lando needed to get through the night.

Until, of course, the peace of one of their own hotel rooms.

Today, though, Lando needed one goddamn hour where he wasn’t surrounded by sympathetic looks, or probing questions, or even the barely-masked schadenfreude of some. One hour where he could feel sorry for himself without needing to make an uplifting comment to dull the edges of misery for someone else’s sake. One hour to be honest with himself.

Just one hour.

It had been nearly two hours since Carlos had last heard from Lando. It was nearly 10pm - definitely too early to leave a party. But Carlos Sainz Jr. was an old man, as everyone was keen to remind him. It had been a long, hard day. It had been a long, hard weekend. And as much as he was absolutely buzzing with the joy of a podium finish, there was a spiteful edge to his emotions. Despite the better angels of his nature, carefully nourished by experience and the best family a man could ask for, Carlos was pretty pissed off.

A P5 finish. What a fucking joke.

His spite could only handle so much partying. Oh, his annoyance was nothing compared to the elation, of course. But nor was it even a drop in the bucket compared to the way his heart ached for Lando.

Lando...

His jaw tightened. Carlos brushed a tense hand through his hair and continued walking doggedly towards Lando’s hotel room. (Of course, they’d each gotten an extra keycard to the other’s room; it was tradition, and, for once, McLaren and Ferrari had the same hotel. Little luxuries.)

No, he hadn’t heard back from Lando about when. But Lando had said later. If that meant anything. Even after all these years of being so close, closer than close, Carlos still agonized about overstepping boundaries.

Jesucristo, he was worried though. If Lando needed more time, Carlos would simply nod and leave again.

Carlos took a deep breath, unlocked the door, and walked through; and almost immediately let out a relieved sigh at the scene before him.

Lando was asleep. Fetal position, a pillow clutched between his thighs, practically fully-clothed. His lips were a hair’s width apart. His light, barely-there snores warmed Carlos’ heart instantly. Good god, Lando hadn’t even gotten under the blankets. Cabrón.

Without thinking, Carlos kicked off his shoes. A few minutes later saw him with freshly brushed teeth (certain routines were not to be flouted, no matter how cute one’s boyfriend looked, cuddled up in bed) and in a change of clothes. When he had slipped into bed behind Lando, his chest against Lando’s back, draping an arm loosely around him, Carlos was surprised to actually hear him speak:

“M’sorry.”

It was a murmur; Lando’s voice was husky with sleep, words slurred together.

“Querido, why?”

“Didn’t text.”

Carlos smiled, pressing his lips into Lando’s hair. His arm tightened protectively around Lando. “Well, now I know why. Okay that I’m here?”

“Yeah,” came the simple response, punctuated by Lando’s body practically melting into Carlos’. “Stay?”

“Always, Lando.”

Lando made a soft noise in reply. Carlos began counting: not even a full minute had passed before Lando’s gentle snores returned.

The Spaniard smiled and closed his own eyes, content to join his boyfriend in sleep.

When Carlos awoke early the next morning, it was to the sensation of butterly-light kisses against his neck. Without opening his eyes, he engulfed Lando in an indulgent embrace, making him gasp in surprise. Carlos smiled.

“Morning.”

“Ah, shit, did I wake you up?”

“In the best way.”

When Carlos did open his eyes, Lando was looking up at him, red-cheeked, his eyes still heavy with grogginess. His curls were mussed, and a sheepish smile crinkled the corners of Lando’s eyes.

“Gorgeous,” Carlos murmured, lightly brushing his thumb against Lando’s bottom lip. Lando flushed even deeper in response.

“Haven’t even brushed my teeth, mate.”

“Still gorgeous.”

Lando pressed his forehead against Carlos’. “I’m glad you came over. Even though I didn’t text.”

“How are you?”

“I’m...”

Lando took a deep breath, and Carlos frowned, waiting. Lando seemed to be searching for words.

“Sore, still. Not body-sore. Just...emotionally, I guess. Feels like a bad dream.”

Carlos nodded. “Like it happened ages ago?”

“Yeah. Or like it didn’t even happen at all. But...it did, so, yeah,” Lando murmured, shrugging. “Dunno if I want to face people yet.”

“You don’t have to,” Carlos said, glancing over at the alarm clock. “We can stay in bed longer. If you want.”

“I do want.”

Carlos pulled Lando even closer, holding him tight. He felt Lando relax in his arms, but the air still felt thick with something unsaid. He gave it a few seconds before asking:

“Do you blame yourself?”

He could practically hear Lando consider the question. When Lando spoke, it was carefully, slowly. “Yeah...yeah, actually, I do.”

“Lando-”

“But not in a bad way.”

Carlos frowned, not understanding. Even though English wasn’t Carlos’ first language, he felt that description came easily to him. To be honest, it came easy to him in every language he spoke. His explanations may not be succinct, but he could always get his point across. Lando, even in his native tongue, tended to struggle with words. If only because he was impatient. Sometimes he would trip over himself in his haste to get a response out. With Carlos, in private, he was more deliberate, more careful in his speech. It might take him more time, but it forced Lando to be honest with himself. So Carlos waited.

Lando played with Carlos’ hair as he thought, before finally saying, “I’m owning it. I had to make a decision. Maybe I didn’t have all the information I should have, but someone had to make a call, and I was the one in the driver’s seat. So it was my fault - and-”

He gnawed his lip. Carlos resisted the urge to press his finger to Lando’s mouth, smooth the momentarily swelling. “It won’t be the last bad decision I make. It might not even be the last bad decision I make that costs me a race. But I’d rather lose a race on my terms, on my own fuck-up, than on someone else’s fuck-up.”

Lando’s jaw was set, as though he was expecting criticism. Not from Carlos, though. Maybe the world. Maybe even himself.

But all Carlos could do was breathe, “When’d you get so mature, cariño?”

His chest was fit to burst with pride. Lando blushed again, avoiding Carlos’ eyes, but Carlos took his chin in hand, forcing his gaze back. “I’m proud of you. Really.”

“Yeah, well,” Lando muttered, obviously self-conscious. “I’m still going to get my first maiden before you.”

Carlos burst out laughing, wrestling Lando onto his back and tickling him until Lando could no longer contain his own desperate giggling, interspersed with filthy cuss-words. They struggled together, pillows flying every which way.

“Okay- okay, okay!” Lando yelped, after giving up on trying to move Carlos off of him. “No more!”

Carlos grinned, relinquishing his hold on Lando. He had managed to get his knees on either side of Lando’s hips, straddling him. Lando gazed up at him, looking for all the world like the most beautiful, nymph-like creature he’d ever seen, panting and crimson. The sight of Lando like that went straight to his dick.

“Jesus,” his ethereal nymph grumbled. “You’re fucking heavy.”

And then he screamed anew as Carlos resumed tickling him, merciless. Somehow, even while being on the receiving end of cruel and unusual punishment, Lando had managed to shove his hands into Carlos’ hair. He pulled him down, crushing their lips together, and the surprise was enough to make Carlos stop. He could hear Lando’s heartbeat, loud and fast - and while that was absolutely a residual effect of their tickle-fight, the pace of his heart didn’t show any sign of abating.

The kiss heated up. Lando’s grip on Carlos’ hair became tighter. Carlos cradled the back of Lando’s neck with one hand, the other coming to rest on his boyfriend’s cheek. It was passionate; necessary and emotional, a testament to the roller coaster that was the weekend past.

When they parted for air, there was silence but for their co-mingled breaths, short and sharp and full of anticipation. Lando closed his eyes, murmuring:

“I never congratulated you.”

“Lando-”

“I didn’t- I wanted it to be the both of us there.”

“Lando-”

“I wish it was Monaco again.”

Carlos couldn’t say anything in response to that. Fuck, he wanted a podium with Lando, he wanted to be champagne-tipsy, champagne-drenched with Lando, he wanted to tackle Lando onto the top step of the podium and show the world that they, the future of Formula 1, were also each other’s past, present, and future.

Yes, he cherished each and every podium. Carlos was still buzzing with joy.

But how much sweeter the joy could have been.

“Fuck me like you would have.”

Carlos’ eyes widened. He looked down at Lando, searching, but Lando was dead serious, intent on him.

“Like you did after Monaco. Like you would have if we were both on the podium. 1-2. I don’t care which one of us would have won. I just...I want to know how it would have felt.”

“Christ, Lando,” Carlos murmured, feeling remorse war with - and there was no way around it - how turned on he was. He pushed his hips into Lando’s, and the younger man moaned softly.

“Please, Carlos.”

Carlos counted to three, steadying himself, before nodding. Then, he said:

“You don’t beg today, mi amor.”

The smile on Lando’s face was equal parts relief and desperation. His back arched as Carlos ground against him again, slow and long, letting Lando feel how hard he was.

“You get whatever you want. What do you want?”

“I want you naked,” Lando breathed, craning his neck to let Carlos pepper kisses all over the sensitive skin there. “I want to suck your dick, Carlos.”

The Spaniard groaned, but who was he to deny Lando in this moment of stunning honesty? He sat up, pulling his t-shirt off, letting Lando run his rapturous eyes and sinful hands over the hard lines of his stomach, the gentle slope of his chest. His fingers, nimble and quick, slipped over Carlos' nipples. He hissed with pleasure.

"Amor..."

Lando gnawed his lip as Carlos unwillingly broke contact to take off his pajamas and boxers. His gaze immediately dropped to Carlos' dick, eyes bright with want.

"You don't have to-"

But Lando was already on his hands and knees before him, nuzzling Carlos' dick with an affection that would have made Carlos smile if literally any touch wasn't enough to make him grow crazy. He swore softly in Spanish, and Lando's gaze flicked up towards him, self-satisfied mischief plain on his face.

Lando wrapped his hand around the base of Carlos' dick; no sooner than Carlos had drawn in a sharp breath were Lando's lips around him, soft and moist and perfect.

"Shit," Carlos muttered. His hand fell to Lando's curls, threading through the thick locks. Lando was intent on his task, clever mouth working the head of Carlos’ cock, tongue tracing tight circles up and down Carlos' tip.

"I will tell you when I'm close," Carlos forced out, trying to keep his voice even. Lando, obviously aware of his boyfriend's tenuous grip on his dignity, just doubled his efforts, taking more of Carlos into his mouth. Carlos took a moment to clear the stars in front of his eyes before continuing: "You will stop before I come, yes?"

But he didn't get a response one way or the other. Instead, Carlos just groaned sharply as Lando deep-throated him in a sudden motion. His hands tightened in Lando's hair, and it didn't escape his notice that Lando made a soft choking noise at the motion. Feeling something between indebted and vengeful, Carlos tugged Lando's hair again, and was rewarded with a sensuous, absolutely wanton moan, muffled by - well - Carlos' dick in Lando's mouth.

"Fuck, baby," Carlos whispered. He was proud of his own coherence, fleeting as it was. "You sound so fucking good. Will you make those noises for me when I fuck you?"

Lando moaned again, and Carlos was mostly sure that it meant assent, but he couldn't ponder the question too long. Lando was palming his balls, flicking his tongue against Carlos' tip with every bob of his head, faster and faster, until Carlos had to say something:

"Lando- gonna-"

But rather than back away, Lando - in a surprising show of strength - just pinned Carlos' hips to the bed, maintaining the pace. Any thought of resistance, every kernel of sense, evacuated Carlos' mind. His head was filled with one thing:

"Lando. Lando. Lando-"

And then nothing. Bright-hot, beautiful nothing, as he succumbed to orgasm. His grip on Lando's hair loosened. When he was repossessed of his senses, the first thing he saw was Lando wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, an unholy self-satisfaction alighting his expression.

"You-" Carlos could barely say it. "You swallowed?"

"Special occasion," Lando said simply, smugly, and Carlos wondered how he hadn't died yet, with a partner as ridiculous and wonderful as his Lando.

"I love you," Carlos said, helplessly, and his boyfriend grinned.

“You’d better. You don’t taste all that good.”

And then Carlos was on him, swallowing Lando’s yelp with a kiss.

#carlando #carlando smut #carlos sainz jr #lando norris #formula 1 fanfiction #this is OBVIOUSLY fiction #and i OBVIOUSLY don't know spanish #but pls take this offering #and know that the only reason i haven't finished part 2 is because i've got stuff to do today #but enjoy and lmk how u like it #xoxo #carlando fanfiction #hibi writes #a world alone

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ghoulciifer · 4 years ago

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okay I just saw your head canons for itty bitty titties with suna and atsumu but what abt suna, atsumu, tendō and Bokuto (if u can but if you just want to do suna and Tsumu that’s ok 😚) w a s/o who has like DD cups? I’m lowkey embarrassed to wear tight shirts bc I feel like everyone looks at me ☹️ (Ik they aren’t too big but I feel like everyone stares at me all the time 😞)

hc: atsumu, suna, and bokuto with a big chested s/o

tags: nsfw, reader has big boobies

notes: baby 🥺 i’m so sorry to hear that you’re embarrassed by that, but your feelings are completely valid!! though i personally don’t have that issue i can tell you that you’re beautiful no matter what and if people stare then that just shows their character, not yours. your body ≠ your personality. i hope i did you both justice with these, so if not just reach out and lemme know! ❥

» ma’am you would make this man SO happy

» not that your chest is all he’d value about you, ofc, he’ll be the most attracted to your personality and ability to laugh at his dumb jokes when no one else will, THAT’S the first thing he notices ab you

» you just... appeal to his horny side incredibly well

» he never comments on them though. drinks his respect women juice and doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, ever

» until you express how insecure you are about your titties and he’s BAFFLED

» bc in his man brain he’s like ?? how could you NOT be confident with boobs as perfect as yours ??

» but eventually he understands that you think they’re a bit on the bigger side, it’s just he genuinely thinks it’s just more for him to handle/love so why worry ab what other people think?

» when it gets especially hard he never fails to tuck your head under his chin with a hand massaging between your shoulder blades, comforting you with both his touch and his words

» “I think yer beautiful, Y/N. No matter what.”

» WILL fight anyone who stares at your chest

» yk that tiktok with the guy barking at anyone who tries to take his girl friend’s drink from him? that’s atsumu but w dudes who ogle at your chest

» he knows you feel objectified from it and ain’t no one makin’ his baby feel bad

» like the small titty gang, he’ll praise them in the bedroom to no end, like will have his hands on them constantly and loves the way they look when the flesh pokes out between his digits

» even though he understands the necessity of a bra (uh back pain), he always loves the few times you do let the girls free, especially if you’re in one of his shirts/jerseys - like, he WILL jump your bones

» but yea, over all, atsumu’s an understanding dork of a boyfriend who never fails to make you feel comfortable in your own skin, regardless of chest size

» much like the small chested hc, he couldn’t care less what size your titties are

» but does he find them attractive? absolutely, much like the rest of you

» probably isn’t as in tune with your emotions as atsumu or bokuto are so you’ll definitely have to tell him you aren’t feeling yourself, he might pick up on it eventually but it’ll be much later

» just wants you to be open about it so he can help his girl asap

» he’ll probably wrap his arms around you from behind and bury his face into the crook of your neck so he can whisper all the things you need to hear, for your ears only

» “C’mon, Y/N, you’re gorgeous... don’t let something like that keep you from seeing what I see.”

» he understands how people’s stares make you feel bc he’s aware of how shitty most dudes treat women, so instead of barking like atsumu he’ll just stand around you or turn you away from whoever’s makin’ googly eyes at you

» doesn’t stop him from giving said perpetrator a heart-stopping death glare tho

» again, suna’s heavy with degradation in the bedroom, but will never aim it at your insecurities, instead he’ll save those comments for praising you

» and his favorite way of doing that is keeping his mouth latched onto each breast, leaving love bites n’ bruises between each swirl of his tongue around your nipples

» suna doesn’t really care what you wear because, hello, you look hot asf in everything BUT he would kill a man to see you in a crop top whenever possible tasteful underboob

» overall, very supportive boyfriend, you just gotta tell him when you’re feeling less confident so he can fulfill his good boyfie duties of reminding you he loves you no matter how big ya titties are

» this boy is SO PRECIOUS

» will make you feel like a queen the second you express even the slightest insecurity about your chest size

» much like atsumu he’ll be confused because in his eyes, you’re a literal angel who excels in perfection with beautiful tits, holy shit

» but he knows what it’s like to be insecure! so you bet your sweet ass he’s going to go above and beyond to make you feel better, even if you don’t outwardly express you’re upset

» will fold you up into a little ball and just hold you in his lap, caging you with his arms and legs, kissing your hair, forehead, cheeks, nose, etc.

» and will be gushing with praises in between each little peck, i mean he is spewing straight honey from his mouth the whole time

» “Baby, you’re so perfect, how could you even say that? I think you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, Y/N, and I love you so, so, so much.”

» you might have a few cavities from how fuckin sweet this man is

» very much like atsumu, he will attempt to confront anyone who’s blatantly staring at you and your chest, very much like a feral dog BUT will stop the minute you tell him not to

» then proceeds to shield you like suna, but doesn’t even give the asshole the time of day because his baby is more important :)

» bo is a soft daddy dom and is heavy on the praise, so expect lots of comments about how perfectly your tits bounce while riding his cock or how beautiful they look covered in his cum

» he loves smushing his face between your breasts, pls suffocate him with them i’m so sorry

» as loving and soft as he is with you outside of the bedroom, if you wear anything that shows even the slightest bit of cleavage he WILL go nuts, so, do with that what you will

» bokuto just loves you for you, he values your heart before your body so as long as you keep loving this lil’ airhead back, you’ll be just fine

#nishiikun.headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu headcanons #atsumu miya headcanons #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #rintaro suna x reader #suna headcanons #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #koutarou bokuto x reader #bokuto headcanons

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uwumessenger · 4 years ago

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random headcanons i have for each om! character teehee

hi it's been a while since ive posted some hcs bc uni has been kicking my a$$! luckily i only have a few papers to tidy up and im done. here r some hcs for each obey me character that ive accumulated over the past few months wink wonk

most are random but some constants you'll find are what i think they smell like, languages they can speak (other than their native (demon/angel) and eng/jp), and music tastes !

lucifer

i have a strong feeling that he showers twice a day: in the morning after waking up and at night before going to bed

his cologne is probably the type that will last in an elevator for like a week after he uses it once. i dont think this mf ever smells like anything other than his cologne

has a secret folder on his phone of semi-nudes and other scandalous pics from when he felt sexy at the time omg

aside from demon language/eng/jp he can speak french and knows latin

listens to classical stuff yea but he also listens to diavolos mixtapes (re: diavolo's section)

not a fan of sweets but will eat sweet things when craving

really bland sense of humor...borderline cringey 😭✋🏻

mammon

has gone to google images and searched for "inspirational quotes tumblr" "gold aesthetic tumblr" & "relatable crush post tumblr" then reposts it onto his socials or just taps thru them and giggles bc he relates

his cologne doesnt last as long as lucifers and probably smells common. he has to reapply a lot but it's a people pleasing smell. it's cheaper hence the constant reapplying

he probably does have an expensive bottle but is the type to totally overspray...eek

he is canonically a car guy 🥲 and probably tells the one in his room good morning & good night + kisses the hood every once in a while. has tons of car magazines

he doesnt really speak other languages but has attempted to learn spanish before

listens to whatever is on the radio. doesnt rly stan anyone but he eventually will listen to mc's playlist and mc's playlist ONLY

levi

lurks on mc's socials ALL THE TIMEEEE like he will rewatch ur stories and scroll thru ur feed and overanalyze ur tweets/rts or blog posts. if ur mc isnt the type to use sns much he still googles ur name all the damn time just to find any sites u might be on fjdjdjdjskks

probably streams on whatever youtube or twitch devildom site equivalent there is, but only has like 40 or so followers. which he is okay with!

until he sees someone else who gets more attention than him. then the envy starts kicking in bad. especially if they suck 🧍🏻‍♀️

classic gamer boy smell. you know, sweat, tears, must, and (sometimes) axe deodorant. lucifer has to do a scent check before he goes out to any event & lets him use his cologne. how sweet!

kpop stan!! more girl groups than anything and his ults are probably GIRLS GENERATION, wonder girls, twice, loona, & red velvet

cried when ioi disbanded and refused to leave his room. the only thing u could hear was downpour on loop at full blast

can also speak korean & communicate in echolocation like dolphins 😏

satan

listens to country music you cant change my mind

smells like whatever environment he is in. he doesnt really have a designated smell just throws some deodorant on and goes about his day.

he's sooooo bad at driving...gets road rage way too often so his license has been REVOKED

but hes totally a backseat driver. needs to be sedated on long trips

do not let him watch finding nemo when luke asks to watch it. it's not worth it. he will cause mass destruction.

if he was a human or lived long term in the human world he totally has the ability to be a doctor

is studying as many languages as possible, but he mostly knows latin & french & german etc etc. wants to learn all the dead languages out of curiousity

asmo

dont think this mf has ever held down a relationship. ever

he doesnt compromise much & is not willing to change his lifestyle to fit an s/o into it. you keep up with how he lives or it just isnt meant to be (but dont worry! he'll eventually learn...maybe,,,,)

has the hardest time out of everyone when it comes to breaking bad habits

his smell varies bc he uses a variety of perfumes (whatever is the most popular at the time) but he probably sticks to floral and fresh scents. he never uses generic people pleaser scents like mammon

listens to electropop, mainstream pop, & some alternative rock

as for languages he too knows french, spanish, italian, etc. in general, if it's a romance language he knows it!

opposite of lucifer in the sense where he loves sweets and will refrain from eating too many bitter things

i think we all know that asmo is the biggest rockstar of the group! he's probably been in a boy band at least once, but now he makes his own music

has tried to teach mammon how to sing once. ended up in a broken piano and bleeding ears...

beel

i feel like he is SO SHY

like unless ur close to him he will not start conversations or anything

i think he listens to r&b a lot ! and jazz 😎 maybe rock as well

smells like ur typical athlete with undertones of wet wipes. he carries them around bc he likes to clean his hands before he eats & is prepared for when theres no sink nearby

he can drive and he drives really well. no rough turns, parallel parks perfectly, and never has problems with merging

driving with beel is probably really soothing. left hand is steering the other is gripping ur thigh 😫

dont think hes really fluent in any other language but hes probably semi fluent in korean because levi wanted beel to help him out

definitely know how to order food in practically every language tho HAHAHA

belphie

he reminds me of randall from monsters inc

smells kinda musty IM SORRY but not the way levi does hes more like the kind of musty u feel or smell when it's a shitty morning

but that's only because hes so lazy, when he cleans up hes like satan

has definitely murdered multiple people before. mc is not the first 😐✋🏻

with that being said belphie has been put into prison at least twice when visiting the human world, the mf had such a strong hatred for humans theres no way he never got into trouble before

lucifer probably broke him out and they used the pen thingies from men in black to erase everyones memory of that 🙄

dont think he listens to anything other than music that'll put him to sleep. really likes lazy song by bruno mars but thinks that bruno mars put too much effort into the song. should have been one acapella verse and then finish

similar to beel hes only semi fluent in one language, probably french bc of lucifer. doesnt remember much but knows a couple of lullabies and bedtime stories

the sandman used to be his bff until they drifted. they do, however, like and comment on each other's sns posts.

diavolo

once he found out who nicki minaj was he became her #1 stan

def an ariana grande stan too 😌

choreographs dances when hes stressed...idk just seems like a diavolo thing to do

also makes rly bad soundcloud rap music sometimes. turns to poetry when hes feeling emo but only lucifer knows this. barbatos is suspicious of him but doesnt have enough evidence to confirm.

his dad is like hudson abadeer from adventure time aka marceline's dad? something must have influenced him to want to unite the 3 realms + he would need the approval to do so, so his dad must be more chill than all the others before him 🧍🏻‍♀️ IDK ok anyway

currently going through his hamilton phase bc of mc. whether mc's intent was to get him hooked onto it or just to explain it bc of something he saw online, he tells everyone that he found out abt it bc of mc!

this man cannot drive his skills are only second to jumin han

not too fond of many languages but knows the widely spoken ones like spanish, mandarin, etc. if it's taught in high school he knows it

smells like a las vegas casino. not sure why but i feel like he does. but there's also an interesting & nice smell to him if he embraces you. it's a smell you cant quite identify. but it smells nostalgic, it's mysterious, and it's tempting.

barbatos

very calm demeanor but underneath hes WILD hes probably done everything at least once oof

he just has a lot of control and stability over himself (must be nice!)

on a more angsty note i feel like he might have had his heartbroken sO BAD IDK he is hurting and maybe that's why hes so willing to obey diavolo and not abuse his time lord power thingies bc he learned his lesson the hard way

mans is so smart he knows every language you could switch languages mid conversation with him and he wouldnt be thrown off. he'd probably start speaking it too.

BUT HE SPEAKS VIET P E R F E C T L Y

listens to the same stuff as lucifer but also likes eminem. likes the movie 8 mile but criticized it heavily

have you ever been to a chinese herb shop? naturally, he smells like that. his room probably smells like it too. he doesnt really have a significant smell like some of the others

when he bakes he smells like whatever hes baking tho

one of the few out of everyone listed to have been able to travel to literally everywhere

solomon

was probably on kitchen nightmares once, but only to get feedback from chef gordon ramsay. then he used his magic to prevent the episode from airing...

was in an orchestra, one of the best times of his life. played the violin. asmo watched him in the audience once, but didnt approach him until well after that performance.

he CANNOT sing. he can, however, rap.

doesnt listen to music. he listens to podcasts! but every now and then he turns on background music, but prefers it to be instrumental stuff

never wears sunglasses. also does not have a driver's license. cannot drive a regular car. could maybe fly an airplane.

due to his immortality he has learned almost every language to exist, but finds himself speaking mandarin the most. knows most dialects too

similar smell to barbatos but u can also smell some sunscreen on him too. like, generic beach day suncreen

he has a lot of pact marks, so he once had the idea to match foundation to his skin. it took him two weeks but he eventually perfected a combination. yes he will help u find ur perfect shade if u ask him to

simeon

another country music man. has also made a tiktok or two to that one song that goes "he cant even bait a hook." they are private tho

angel country music exists and simeon invented it

if he visits the human world and wears more causal clothing he probably tucks his shirt into his pants

wears a speedo at the beach i tell u, speedo at the beach

he can speak german...i can feel it

uses his pointer finger to type and holds the phone like 2 inches away from his face so sometimes his nose will push a key hence all his typos

has no signature smell. he simply smells like your favorite scent all the time. if multiple people are around him at once, everyone smells a different smell. it's pretty rad

"what does he smell like to himself?" u may be asking. hmm...a church? 💀

luke

his first pet was a goldfish and a few months before the exchange program happened, he was given a koi pond!

secretly likes hanging out with levi sometimes just to play with henry. makes him miss his pet fish back home

so his favorite movie is probably finding nemo and he threw a fit when nemo touched the butt

luke is probably learning german bc of simeon, though he'd like to learn more of the dead languages just for fun

i dont think he listens to music often or has any preferences, he just listens to whatever is playing on the radio

but he finds himself listening to the music mc listens to

smells like freshly baked goods all the time. or fresh laundry. but like, not combined. just depends on the day

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muggycuphead · 4 years ago

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Hey look I did my take on a concept idea for a possible FNF AGK mod because why not lol

**WARNING!!**

This concept is actually based off of a real person and their backstory as well, not to mention it slightly contains strong topics such as school shooting allusions along with mental issues, yet I’m not meaning to glorify or romanticize these with this as I’m aware of how actually serious the matter is.

Viewed discretion is advised.

So yeah, I’m stuck on this whole FNF now and well…I’m trying to get out a little from it

Welp, let’s just get this rolling right round over here

Although my first idea for this was to make it a 5-6 phased level, each one referring to a façade of the Echter Gangster videos along with Norman’s actual rapper persona ‘Hercules Beatz’, after digging around the music he made surrounding his life during the hype of his satirical persona, and remembering that one video-documental covering it, I decided to make it a little more into his actual real-life story for the sake of making it more ‘true’ to the character (and cuz I think it’s truly inspiring as many would say)

Yet I’m still a little dum dum around the whole FNF stuff, so if there is something I might be lacking on over here, let me pretty please know

Aaand yes I accidentallydrew the sprites facing leftways (on Boyfriend’s position instead of the boss’), so beware for any technical mistakes in the drawings that I just gave up on fixing while editing the scans for the sake of better quality and lineart neatness (such as a weird-looking keyboard and stuff)

Anyway, these are my designs for the phases along with the environment’s characteristics:

Phase I – Der Echte Gangster kind

‘Yo homie! It’s the one and only, Leopold Slikk!’

Song suggestions:

WAS WILLST DU TUN

By Hercules Beatz

I’m a Real Gangster

By QPHX ft. Hercules Beatz

Scenario:

“Leopold’s” Neighbourhood (Monochrome Blue)

Author’s commentary: His design was kinda hard but real fun to make, and as you might guess, each item he has resembles a façade on his videos, such as the striped- puffy jacket referring to Das Murderische Jagd and that one video with him wearing a long white coat and stuff (also has to do with the fancy cigarette on his other hand) and the metal sign on his hand referring to Metaler, etc.

Also, I held myself from giving him the CV:C’R’ hairdo since Leroy is more like in a character ‘neutral point’ between Leopold and Norman (a fusion basically) and because it doesn’t match exactly with the original so ye

He still cute tho

Cute edgy bad boi...though he just acting but still

Phase II – The Angry German Shooter

‘…’

Song suggestion:

ANGRY GERMAN KID

By Hercules Beatz

Possible scenarios:

-School resemblance (Distorted Mind Perspective)

-Distressed Subsconcious Mind side

Author’s commentary: Okay, now I’m getting serious here I based this one off of the song’s cover in the (official?) video it got uploaded in, as you can tell by the black-dyed hair and markings on his face. The bottle and cans behind him, along with the Kalashnikov (or AK-47 to be more clear) he’s holding and the shattered keyboard below/broken glasses next to his foot, are an allusion not only to the ‘shooting threat’ event where he was drunk and stuff, but also his darkest years because of you know what. But aside from that, just fyi no the Kalashnikov wasn’t the hardest thing for me to draw but the pose of the mic-holding arm, I originally wanted it to be forwards, maybe holding one or two alcohol bottles, but I just gave up long after a few more attempts. And please don’t ask me why I picked these clothes for him specifically, I just wanted to think out a simple yet concordant outfit for his ‘broken self’

Still, yikes about those guys in the news and the comments on his PC spielen video in the old days of the net They clearly couldn’t distinguish between real and satire And yeah I might have had my silly thoughts while watching the parodies and stuff, but even I would leave the benefit of doubt and not be so scummy/cold like these guys, jesus christ

Phase II – H E R C U L E S B E A T Z

‘Yo, remember me?’

Song suggestions:

KING LIFE (Sunshine Remix)

MASSAKER [Secret extra boss?]

By Hercules Beatz

Possible scenarios:

-The Gym (outfit change possibility)

-The Night Club

-Norman’s (new?) Neighbourhood

Author’s commentary: Oml yess the man of steel on all his glory

I’m aro ik(?) but I can still say he’s quite handsome IRL, props to the man for taking care of himself, clap clap

Back to the topic, I honestly first though this one would be a pain to do…but surprisingly it came out really soft and fun, who could’ve thought? Guess the practice with buff characters, along with some new anatomy techniques I’ve been trying out did pay off after all

Also yeah the girl next to him is a recreation (my recreation mostly) of his gal, though the clothing I chose for her was mostly to match Norman’s outfit but in a softie-raddie style because reasons…and yes she also has a turn on the mic, a two-turns-me-two-turns-you dynamic to be more specific

And whoops I forgot the little back-down hair below his ears…oh well, not like it’s that much of a deal

The ‘bright’ eye on the other was just a silly detail I left there to give him a ‘savage’ vibe, nothing else. And as a little plus, if I were to make the sprites for when they have to rap, I’d do a particular one for each where there’s a little cuddle between them just to make it wholesome and stuff y’know- (left arrow for Norman, right arrow for his bae)

As for that ‘secret boss’ thing I put before, it’d think it like a ‘day-date-unlocked easter egg’ with a more ‘hardcore’ design and gameplay (if it ever goes to that point which I doubt but ok) where he goes entirely in solo and ‘full blast’ while his bae shares a seat in the boombox (a bigger one possibly) with Girlfriend and they both follow the rhythm as their boys get ready to 1v1 each other on the stage

So yea, that’s basically it

Imma head out now, bye

#angry german kid #leopold slikk #norman kochanowski #hercules beatz #keyboard crasher #friday night funkin'#fnf #friday night funkin mod idea #rap #hip hop #this guy is a real chad

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ghoulishhusband · 3 years ago

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I just realized I can actually talk here. Like this is my account fuck u

Fucking uhhhhhh, hi ig lemme ramble abt my God ocs yea?

Ignore this part if you don't wanna hear (likely) unedited rambles lol it doesn't matter

CW: neglect/abuse, assholery/narcissism, manipulation, tread lightly!

read the under cut owo

Also don't steal my art I'll fucking?? Fight you????

I have three main gods that I wanna talk abt especially bc they've been on my mind lately.. Less get it, side notes are in (parentheses) and are bolded cause I have perception issues whoo I don't want it to jumble together is my point lol

First up is my asshole,

Giodine

they/them (preferred)

god/godself (i like pronouns that fit my characters, so I'm giving a bunch away for one night only at--)

ID : Giodine is colored with gold-ish yellow skin and ginger hair. Their eyes are a muted purple and they have tiny eyebrows. Their lips are a muted brown and are full looking, their nose is sharp and points down. They have wings for ears and is wearing a blazer with a long-sleeved, collared shirt underneath it. The background is beige with a yellow square and a dark purple square partially encompassing it. It is signed GH (for ghoulish husband), Spork, 21.

(lemme know if that helps at all! I'm sure I can do better so lemme know!)

If they look weird here it's bc I accidentally made their face too long but believe it or not this is in fact just a doodle Ik I'm so fuckin talented babes.

Anyways, they're basically the first God to ever exist on my version of earth (though even that is fickle rn, world-building is hard unless I hyper-focus on it, and haha Guess What I Haven't Been Thinking About) and they're very egotistical and selfish. As I'll probably yap about later is how they're manipulative as well, especially to another God I'll mention, and very neglectful to the other... other one.

Their partner(professionally), or fiend as they call him, is sam who for the first few eons was, unsurprisingly, absolutely terrible to him. A few tender moments are few and far in between in what could only be described as a completely rancid relationship. I'll describe giodine's side and in sam's lil ramble, I'll describe his :]

I have to explain this because it's a big part of the lore and how they can't work together, even when one of them is very much near The Void (technical death for gods) BUT basically, with Sam, giodine created purgatory. The issue here is that they basically seduced sam into doing it. Well, even if they hadn't, sam was in lesbians(happy pride month lmao) with giodine and would've done it anyway. But the ISSUE is that with the creation of purgatory came complications. See, my gods have to take time to develop into their power, and considering giodine was first and sam was around 666th.. you see the issue. Sam wasn't into his complete power yet and thus lost a giant part of it that went into purg.

See, giodine saw no problem with this (until much later, they do get a VERY SLOW BURN redemption arc cause this ain't even the worst of it), they got what they were aching for out of them and thusly had no need for..sam. They laid him in the spot where she was made (fwi it isn't inherently sexual, it can be, but literally, they just merged together-- taking bits and pieces of each other (which sam did not have enough of) and earth and light yadda, yadda I'll post the story I wrote for that later if I'm up to it) and left him there in the grass.

Again, they saw no problem with that, the deed was done, they didn't care anymore. A common issue in their qualms, sam and Giodine. They did find an issue in Sam finding an issue in the lack of aftercare, which resorted to any message going to or coming from sam going straight to his assistant and going back through them for a couple of thousand years. They found that infuriating-- how could he not face them over something so small! and for years?! it was ridiculous. After forcing a face-to-face meeting, a heated proclaim of hurt from sam, and a bitter agreement to meet up every now and again, they got what they wanted from him. Again. It was a business after all, there was no point in making it harder than it needed to be.

Giodine doesn't necessarily like boundaries and tends to overstep sam's frequently. They also don't like his reaction to his boundaries being long jumped over, which thusly ends up in disgruntled messages being sent back and forth between them and his assistant for a month or three. It slowly gets through to them, but they tend to say some stupid shit and if they want sam to stay, they have to try and avoid mentioning how "overly sensitive" he is to something that happened eons ago.

(quick mention, there isn't like. time. here. so in all honesty, giodine probably counted earth days instead of Heaven 'days' to get that) Soon into their arrangements to meet, they seem to get on at least tolerable terms, obviously, a few meetings where neither of them feels like going apeshit and taking proper shapeless (or in sams case, he's got a newfound form for ANGER OO just for giodine 🤗) forms isn't going to fix a grudge that has yet to be apologized for by the way. But it's a start to a very long process down the road. Tolerance.

Giodine as an entity is very fickle and rude and demanding. They tend to have a short temper that no one else is allowed to have or comment on-- They were the first therefore they were the most important!

This is very obviously an issue. But it's mostly directed to purgatory. Almost all of their seething rage is pointed towards the poor entity, she's barely been alive yet and they already seem to hate her for things she doesn't know how to do. Honestly, I don't think Purg will ever fully forgive them for the unnecessary abuse of her character, but just as Sam and Giodine get on better terms, they had barely just begun fixing the hole in their relationship. As of now, Sam/Giodine don't have any minor plot points with purgatory other than the major one so I don't have a lot to say about their relationship right now. Maybe one day.

I'd go into details, seriously, but I just wanna ramble about their relationships with each other and their impact on each other's existence. Hope you don't mind a few secrets 😉

But, now, it's time for a new God, one I think most people take a liking to...

Sam (Samuel)

He/him

ID: Sam is surrounded by clouds in the light blue, fading to a darker blue sky and the yellow sun. His horns are a darker beige, which is being highlighted by the sun shining down on him, he also has pointed ears. His skin is red which is very prominent in the sun. His eyes are completely yellow, his hair, beard and mustache are also black. He has an orange scar crawling up to his Adams apple. His wings are a darker grey which is also being highlighted by the sun. His nails are painted black and his hand is holding up the black fabric barely covering his shoulders. Around the painting is a gold and red shaded frame with swirls complimenting each side and a crystal at the bottom of it. It is lightly signed GH, for ghoulish husband.

Sam, Sam, Samuel.

If you don't realize right away, Sam is basically Satan, he's the ruler of hell

Like how giodine was the first to appear on earth, as mentioned before sam was 666th for funnie reasons. Sam was made from bugs, dried blood, and sunlight which sounds pretty gross, but he's far from it. He's a silly, yet neat, guy. He wears Hawaiian shirts and khakis (not around giodine lmao) for cryin' out loud! how bad of a person can he be? Apparently to giodine (for a while obviously) he was the most retched entity to exist. This very much hurt him considering the amount of fake care they showed him before. With a mixture of confusing feelings (which wasn't supposed to be a thing but Univerce went "lmao you'll be fine" and left... short explanation, Univerce is the Universe and is the entity who simply builds these planets and gods that'll appear there and leave them to their own devices, xyr not extremely important in this story. Nor would they care.) and feeling used, he decided that no he wasn't going to take that.

If there is one thing Sam knows how to do is to self preserve himself, even if that means getting passive-aggressive notes sent to him every once in a while. While this period, Sam was surprisingly the least productive (unfortunately giodine knew this and eventually mentioned it in one of their meetings which made him hide away cause like hell giodine was going to be critical of /him/) but he managed. It wasn't terrible, but unfortunately, Sam being able to talk it out with someone who does practically the same work as he does and gets newer, more helpful ideas was better in the long run.

Unsurprisingly, Sam was the first to initiate the healing of his and giodine's relationship but it wasn't reciprocated. Who would've figured, aye? Giodine kept pushing it back onto him and ignoring any progress that could've been made before. Which was frustrating.

The painting above was 'painted' by giodine, which is sorta where their relationship gets somewhat on an understanding of each other. Giodine gets to take a deep long look into who Sam is and tries to express it but it never fit him, it makes them realize that they never really-- truly got to know him. And all it does for Sam is make him even more confused about his place in giodine’s mind. He figured it's another fluke to get him to do something, so he ends up distancing himself when they start actually reciprocating his friendship advancements.

Suddenly, like a flash, Sam was forced to stay with giodine which is where the majority. I'll explain.

Sam...isn't actually the ruler of hell. Anymore, anyways depending on the timeline. His and purgatory's relationship has always been complicated, she always avoided him, and when they talked she always seemed scared of him. So in the end, they've never been close. Distant. Sam always wanted to talk to her, he made her, but if she didn't want to talk to him he wouldn't force it. But imagine his surprise as Purg singlehandedly took over hell in a hazed frenzy.

And not only that, had a personal vendetta against him!

Well, that would be the only explanation to Sam considering how he ended up broken and barely 'alive' at the hands of her. Horns broken and in tatters, pain and almost obliterated it felt like a hate crime. He didn't know what to do when he made it to the office, Purgatory was creating chaos outside his door and barely being able to breathe he felt like it was the end. So he called giodine.

Purgatory

She/her

ID: Purgatory is surrounded by flowers that are dark grey and white. The light fades down into a dark green. The light shines down on top of her straight, white hair that has yellow flowers tucked into it. Her skin is a dark brown and has a orange-ish yellow scar on her shoulder trailing up to her neck. Her skin is also highlighted by the sun. In one of her eyes, her sclera is black with an orangey, glowing iris. As for the other eye it it has a white sclera and the same, glowing orange iris. She has wings for ears, one dark grey and one white along with beige horns. She has a white fabric covering her chest. The frame is gold with white accents, but also has vines and moss crawling up the side.

(may have goofed a bit and forgot to color the sclera of her other eye white but ignore that pls)

Purgatory was made by Sam and Giodine, but to her it felt like a mistake. Why make someone that you’re going to be terrible to, she believed. Giodine seemed to hate her and eventually made her section almost obsolete because she simply wasn’t able to keep up with the backlog that she wasn’t taught to deal with. Not only that, she didn’t have any help with any of it, it was almost like she was expected to just do it on her own. Until Death came along to help, but that’s not what we’re going to be talking about right now.

And also, Purgatory is Purgatory yadda, yadda, I wont insult your intelligence.

Giodine’s thought process (other than wanting to be Real Close to Sam and once that thought filtered out, promptly ignored it) was that all the extras that don’t fit in either category of their thought of good and evil they’d go to her. (doesn’t matter cause in Sam's system it filters through ‘levels of assholery’ and depending on how bad you are you either just vibe in the upper city under rule of capitalism and possibly many under paying jobs or being actually tortured for his amusement if you’re just evil. Morally grey. Anyway, it could work p well in heaven if giodine wasn’t such a damn stickler.) But in the end, every day, less and less people ended up in purgatory, leaving her with barely any people and more verbal abuse from giodine who ‘HAS to take them or they would be more dead than they already are’. You see the pain she has to go through, right?

~Idea section, this is probably not canon anyways so dont take it serious~

My thought is that another oc (BA, you may have heard of him idk) takes over simply because Purg took multiple hims from alternative timelines (which isn’t allowed but what’re they gonna do, undead a dead clown? multiple times from multiple timelines???)) because she adored him and they figured ‘well we gotta redo purgatory may as well do it like this’ and make him a demi-dead-god. i think thats a cool idea right? anyhoo

~Idea section over uwu~

Purgatory overall is a fairly timid character, she doesn’t like conflict, is easily overwhelmed, and generally keeps to herself. She doesn’t see the point in being in any drama if she’s just going to be yelled at and scolded even if it’s not about her. The only way i could describe her taking over hell is this:

She was tired. She was angry and after feeling like nothing was in control or in her hands, she snapped. Why doesn’t she get anything or get to be ‘all powerful’ but they do? She knew if she took on Giodine she’d likely get thrown to the void, but sam? He felt fair game. Considering her fear of both of these gods, she planned and got her courage up to take him over. She had considered negotiations but in the end, she ended up going into a haze and ruining everything in sight. She was more powerful than she thought and once she started, she didn't stop until Death restrained her and Sam was already in pieces at God’s doorstep.

The aftermath was fuzzy for her and for everyone really. Godine was planning a take back hell while actually worrying for sam, sam was planning for a retirement, and she was being consoled while trying to get in contact with sam to apologize. Giodine wouldn’t dare let her talk to him, until she just showed up in their office. She didn’t have a problem with Sam, honest, she just was going to take shit over, but it got out of control.

Spoiler, Sam took her apology and they actually became.. somewhat closer after reaching an understanding.

I wanna say that giodine took them being okay and sam retiring as good as sam did about purg running hell, but they didn’t. Giodine and purgatory actually barely got along in the first place, and only begun ‘working’ on their bitterness toward each other because they both had sam to encourage it. I can’t say for certain if they’ll get better, as theyre both undying and have time, but I’ll just say for now its uncertain.

Also, Death is Purgatory’s girlfriend after all of that lmao.

And.. yeah, i hope this makes sense and that you like my drawings and ramblings about my lil story in my head, i guess this is my way to develop it without just keeping it to myself cause god forbid i keep things to myself hshsh. If you made it to the end, thank you for taking the time to read and attempting to process everything, and even if you didnt read and just looked to look at my art thank you to!!

I may post some art over on @ghoulishhusbandart cause.. it was my art account before i completely forgot about it but i might reboot it! But if you wan art NEOWWW follow me on insta (ik cringe lmaoo) by the same name as this account @ghoulishhusband or just click that insta link! also ignore the fact that giodine is the only one without a portrait, maybe I’ll replace it the next time i draw but im graduating on monday and my dad’s coming TOMORROW?? so i won’t have too much time to do it... but i hope you like my art anyways :]

ok!! ty!! ily!!

#ghoulishrambles #ghoulishsporkocs #man this is weird lmaoooooo #THE CUT DIDNT CUT IM SORRY #Man I should've edited this before ppl could see it I'm so sorry if it's a mess shshhs #I keep adding tags bc I have more to say but I wanna pin this but I don't wanna remove that Palestine post just for my ramble so #I'll just reblog it every once in a while

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timeaftertime-chriscornellfanfic · 4 years ago

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Chapter 44 - When The Past Comes Back To Haunt You

Seattle Washington, December 24 1990

(Chris is 26, Andi is 20)

CHRIS: "Babe...? Baby...? Andi - "

"Ok, ok, I'm coming, hold on," She calls as I wait at the bottom of the stairs for her.

My beautiful incredibly gorgeous wife then emerges from the bedroom and quickly runs down the stairs flipping those dark curls out of her face while she rolls up the sleeve to her red plaid button up shirt with her Pantera tank top underneath, looking like the Metal goddess she is. She finally arrives at the bottom of the stairs and drops down on the last step to tie up her Doc Martens.

"I said I was finishing up downstairs and then we were heading out," I chuckle.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry I couldn't decide on a shirt," She says looking down and tying up her boot, her curls falling down around her.

"What else is new?" I smirk as I watch her switch to her other boot.

"You shush," She smirks back as she brushes off her plain black leggings and flips her curls again to look up at me with those deep dark eyes. She rises from the step, moves closer to me and I lean down to her pressing my lips to hers. Just as she is about to pull away, my hand slips to the small of her back pressing her back to me and she softly giggles against my lips.

"I thought we were leaving?" She says against my lips as she places her hands on my chest.

"You shush," I say with a sly chuckle and press my lips back to hers. If there is one thing I can't resist, it's those beautiful lips on mine... among other things.

"Ok, so before you blame me for making us more late, we should get going," She giggles as she pulls away from me. I groan a little and lean in placing a quick on her neck, then she makes her way over to the front door, grabbing her leather jacket as I follow.

"Oh wait, Christmas presents?" She says turning around quickly to see me standing right behind her as she untucks her curls from her jacket.

"Already in the truck babe," I grin at her. She then pats down her jacket hesitating for a moment while I move to open the door.

"Maybe I should change my shirt?" She says.

"No babe, you look fine... it's just my brother and his girlfriend," I say.

"No I know -wait I thought we were going to your mom's for Christmas," She says turning to look up at me.

"Tomorrow... tonight it's Peter's first, then we're heading over to Layne's," I say. I swear I told her so many times but she seems to keep forgetting.

"Right... right sorry... um... where is my...?" She trails off looking away and scanning the living room.

"...what?" I ask raising my eyebrow.

"... my... um you know...my bag?" She says and walks back over to the couch.

"It's right here babe," I say gesturing to the hook on the wall beside the door where she normally hangs it up. She turns back to me throwing her hands up and laughing to herself as she grabs it from the hook. "Are you ok?" I add.

"Yea why?" She asks as she slings it around her shoulder once again untucking her dark curls from under the strap. After a few moments she looks back up at me and I study her eyes for a few moments. She softly smiles at me and I reach up to brush a curl out of her eyes.

"Nothing, just asking," I lie. Truth is I'm worried about her. I'm worried that her forgetfulness lately is a sign that she might slip again. I'm worried about the meds she taking as well. It seems as soon as the doctor increased her dose, the memory problems started showing up. Maybe I'm making something out of nothing. But, now isn't the time to bring up this kind of stuff. It's Christmas eve and I just want to spend it with her.

"Ready?" She asks sweetly.

"Yea," I sigh and turn to open the door, letting her walk through first, then I close it and lock it behind me.

*****

"Hey brother, good to see you," Peter smiles at me when he opens the door and sees us standing with a bag of presents.

"Hey Peter," I smile and we embrace each other in a hug for a few moments. "Finally able to get time off huh?" He adds.

"Yea just a bit," I chuckle as he lets go of me and pats me on my shoulder.

"Hey you," Peter smiles at Andi.

"Hi," She smiles shyly and he leans in to give her a hug. "How is my lovely sister in law?" He adds and she giggles as they embrace for a few moments.

"I'm good," She says and he rubs her back, then pulls away from her as she pushes a few curls from her eyes.

"Um... So I gotta tell you something before I let you come inside," Peter says hesitantly, peaking inside first then gently closing the door behind him so that we were all standing outside on the porch together.

"What is it?" I ask furrowing my brow. Peter glances back and forth between me and Andi then lets out a long sigh.

"Ok I don't really know how to say this but... Dad... showed up," He says and suddenly It felt like the whole porch dropped away.

"Dad? You mean here...? He's here?" My voice begins to rise and Peter hushes me while Andi reaches for my hand.

"Yea, he's inside - "

"And you didn't slam the door in his face, I mean... c'mon Pete," I say. So many emotions were bubbling up inside me at this very moment and I had no idea what to do or how to handle it.

"I know, I know but - "

"But what Pete?"

"-Chris, will you just come inside? We'll just have a talk ok?"

"No fuck that shit. If he says one word to me - "

"Baby, hey... it's ok. I'm here, Peter's here nothings going to happen," Andi says sweetly trying to diffuse the situation. How the hell do I tell her it's not going to be ok? It hasn't been ok since.. well... ever.

"Chris, c'mon... it'll be fine. He's been completely fine... He's in a good mood. He just wanted to see us. He wants to see you," Peter says. I look away from the both of them and turn to glance out at the snowy Seattle street behind me, breath clouds bellowing from my lips as I try to calm myself down. If there is one person, one man in this world that can make me feel 3 inches tall it's that man inside.

"Chris...?" I hear Andi from behind me as she takes my hand again, lacing her fingers through. I close my eyes and exhale a long breath and decide to go in.

"Ok...ok. For you babe alright.... Let's just get get this over with," I look down at her, those beautiful dark eyes looking back at me comforting and calming. I turn back and see Peter giving me a half smile and I just shrug. He then opens the door and gestures for us to come inside. Andi squeezes my hand and walks with me inside as Peter closes the door behind us.

*****

Edward Francis Boyle sits opposite of me in the large living room of Peter's house. It's a strange feeling to be sitting across from him all these years. Well... strange is an understatement. Actually I have no idea how to describe my feelings as he sits in that large reading chair next to the tree with that familiar mustard glass of bourbon and coke in his hand.

He looks different from the last time I saw him, older and a little heavier. His hair still dark like mine but with streaks of grey and cut military short with a bit of curl to it. His eyes as blue as as mine but slightly glossed over. Probably the only thing I like that I inherited from him - without the glossiness I mean. He seems cordial and calm - for now anyways. He never was a man of words unless... well only when you got his attention one way or another, then he was a man of many words. If you count those fists as his words.

"So... I hear that your um... band has made quite a stir in the last couple of years," He says to me breaking me away from my reverie, his voice deep and raspy - most likely from all the years of drinking.

"Uh yea... sure," I say and take a sip of my beer, suddenly feeling awkward that I'm drinking around him - this time being that I'm legally able to, instead of him catching me at 12 like he used to.

"Good to see that you finally decided to clean up a little bit... take the ribbons out of your hair," He says and once again there is that little stabbing feeling that I would always get whenever he made those kinds of comments towards me.

"Well dad I'm glad I finally made you proud of me," I remark with sarcasm and take a sip of my beer. Andi then comes into the room with a glass of wine and sits down beside me pushing her curls behind her ear while my father and I glance at each other.

"Did I miss anything?" She asks sweetly looking back and forth between us.

"I was just telling Chris here that I um... it's good to see him. Especially with you, I mean you two seem really happy - "

" - I am dad," I say with a hardened expression and Andi glances at me. My father on the other hand looks down at his bourbon, twirling the glass like he used to do.

"Um... so Chris told me that you were a pharmacist?" She says after a few moments hold her wine glass in her lap and crossing her legs.

"Yea, been retired for a few years now though. Moved up further North and pretty much keep to myself. Gets lonely sometimes though, but um... Peter was saying you moved here from Canada right?" He asks her.

"Yea, I got into the scholarship program through my school and was accepted to Seattle U. I um graduated about a year ago now..." She explains with a smile and my father grins back at her.

"Well that's good, what's your major?" He smiles and I just take another sip of my beer.

"Music Theory and Composition with a minor in Marketing,"

"I assume you play?"

"A little," She smiles, which in an understatement to say the least.

"When Chris was little, Karen - his mother - signed him up for piano lessons and he was just... well he hated it at first, then that voice came out of nowhere..." He trails off and all I could do was just sit there and sip my beer.

"I think I'll go check on Pete -" I start to get up from the couch but he cuts me off

"You know, Chris I was only hard on you because I wanted you to make something of yourself," He says as I rise from the couch.

"I need another beer," I say and shuffle passed Andi and the coffee table as she moves her legs in.

"The road you were headed down - drinking, stealing... stealing my med samples out of the bathroom when you thought I wasn't looking - "

"You need another glass of wine babe?" I ask turning back to her ignoring the empty words coming out of his mouth.

"Look I know your angry but - "

"Angry? You think I'm just angry? Anger doesn't even begin to explain the hell I've been though the last fucking 17 years of my life. You think you can come here with your snide remarks about how much I've cleaned myself up and expect me to just forget all the shit you ever did to me - to us our entire lives?" I turn to face him sitting in that chair as he leans forward, Andi looking at him showing just how uncomfortable she feels which I don't exactly blame her, but I'm pissed and I'm tired of pretending.

"Son, that's why I'm here, to clear things up," He says looking up at me.

"To clear things up... huh. Well I got a fucking newsflash for you dad, I don't want to clear things up. I don't want anything from you - I used to but not anymore. I don't want or need anything from you, not your approval - nothing," I say and take the last sip of my beer and slam it down on the coffee table making Andi flinch.

"Son - "

"Don't fucking call me that. You don't get to call me that. I'm not your son," I couldn't keep it in anymore and I can't fucking be in this room or this house with him sitting right there the way he is, the way he always sits with that stupid glass in his hand.

"I need a fucking smoke," I mumble under my breath still trying to contain myself but if I stay in here any longer I'm gonna do something I'll regret. I turn and see Peter standing in the doorway of the kitchen with an empathetic look on his face and I couldn't help but suddenly feel guilty that I let my temper get the best of me so I grab my jacket and head out the front door.

*****

Leaning against my blue Chevy pick up, I take another long drag of my cigarette and exhale a cloud of smoke, kicking the wet snow and slush at my feet. Never in a million years did I think he would ever show his face to me again. This isn't exactly my idea of Christmas eve. After a few minutes of me listening to the random cars driving by with the sound of the slush covered streets, I hear the front door open and see my gorgeous wife slipping on her leather jacket, untucking her curls like she does and making her way down the front porch steps, carrying a plate with what looked like a slice of Apple pie.

"Hey you," I smile at her taking another drag of my cigarette and squinting my eyes from the smoke.

"Hey... want some?" She asks once she reaches me, standing in front and takes some pie on her fork, offering it to me. I exhale a cloud of smoke and give her a little smirk as she gives me that sweet doe eyed glance while I lean in and take a bite from her fork.

"Mmmm... mmm hmmm, fuck that's good pie," I say.

"Amy made it," She says and I give her a confused look "Peter... Peter's Amy,"

"Oh yea, right," I say feeling stupid I forgot Peter's girlfriend's name. She then offers me another bite and I take it, then takes a bite for herself.

"You ok?" She asks taking another bite. I then take another drag of my cigarette.

"I don't know," I exhale a cloud of smoke and look out at the street, watching the cars drive by.

"You wanna come back inside?" She asks taking another bite.

"No, not really," I say taking the last drag of my cigarette and butting it out in the slush at my feet.

"Want the last bite?" She asks so cutely which makes me chuckle. She holds out the last bite on her fork and I lean back in and take it from her.

Man that really is good pie.

She then places the fork on the plate and leans in closer to me, reaching around me to set the plate on the hood of the truck, then places her hands on my chest just inside my jacket, lifts herself up just a little and presses her lips to mine. Just as I slide my hands to the small of her back to pull her even closer to me, she gently breaks her lips from mine and I touch my forehead to hers, making sure the brim of my hat is out of the way.

"You know what makes me love you so much?" She says.

"No, what makes you love me... so much?" I ask, closing my eyes and inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume. She's wearing that chocolate one. The one that drives me crazy for her.

"You're sweet and kind. You make me laugh. You don't give a shit what anyone thinks. You have a heart so big that you put everyone ahead of yourself... sometimes to a fault but you never think twice about it. You are everything that I could ever want in a husband, a partner, a lover, a best friend. As unpredictable as I am and as messed up as I am, you are the one constant thing in my life that I know will never leave me..."

I exhale slowly listening to her voice and I swear there isn't anything in the world I wouldn't do for her.

"You are so much more than everyone gives you credit for. I just want you to remember that when certain people from your past come back to haunt you," She says.

"You know, you have a really good way of convincing me to take you home and making crazy incredibly hot monkey jungle sex with you," I chuckle and she starts to laugh throwing her head back and I couldn't help but place my lips to her throat. Suddenly the front door opens again and I quickly break my lips away from her to see Peter coming down the front porch steps.

"Sorry I hope I wasn't interrupting anything," Peter says awkwardly.

"No, no, not really," I say quickly as Andi back away from me and straightens her jacket out.

"Amy's got the food all ready to eat so, you wanna come back in? Or...?" Peter hesitates as he gestures to the porch.

"Um... no I think um... I think it's better that I head back home. We're supposed to head over to Layne and Demri's tonight anyways so..." I trail off feeling a little guilty.

"You sure?" He asks.

"Yea... yea I really just can't go back in there if he's there. Maybe someday but... I just can't," I say as Andi leans into me holding my hand.

"Are we ok?" Peter asks.

"Yes of course. You're my brother I'm not holding anything against you. If you want to to have a relationship with him, by all means don't stop on my account. I just... I can't with him," I explain and Peter nods. He looks down at himself for a moment then back at me and I can tell he feels horrible about what happened inside. I then let go of Andi's hand and pull Peter to me, embracing him in a hug. I may be younger than him but I still tower over him like when we were kids.

"I love you brother, " I say.

"I love you brother," He says back and we let each other go for Peter to embrace Andi. After they say their pleasantries and what not, - Andi telling Peter to tell Amy she said goodbye, and making sure that he brought back in the plate that was sitting on the hood - we then hop in my blue Chevy pick up while she flips on some tunes.

"Ok so, where to? Layne and Demri's now?" She asks.

"Nope. Home first," I say and she raises her eyebrow at me. "What...? I wasn't kidding about that hot monkey jungle sex,"

"Chris!" She laughs.

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suchdan-veryphil · 5 years ago

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I’ll Be In Touch- A Dad!Ben Solo Imagine

Request:

Anonymous said: hi idk if ur taking requests atm but i absolutely loved ur dad ben solo fic i always re read it. Could u do another dad!ben solo where he’s like a single dad and the reader is his child’s teacher and he gets all flustered at a parent teacher conference cos he’s like woah?? thank uu

Word Count: 1,976

Trigger Warnings: I don’t even think there’s swearing here. Pure floof.

A/N: I LOVE DAD!BEN SOLO !!!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST! Also I’m trying my best to make some of these more gender-inclusive. If there is anything that I can do better, please let me know!

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Ben’s POV:

If it were up to me, I’d get a long note in the mail about how Maya is doing in class. But, here I was waiting on the world’s smallest chair to meet with her teacher. I looked around and down the hallway, the walls covered with drawings and pieces of art by the children. Curious, I stood up and walked across the hall to look at the hand turkeys on the wall.

I looked closer at all of them, looking for Maya’s name on one. When my eyes landed on it, I knew it was hers. The black scribbles covered the page and she decorated it in blue and purple stars. My lips curled into a smile as I compared it to the other kids’ pieces that were splashed in neat bright colors. I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped me.

Definitely my kid.

I was brought back to where my feet were by the sound of a couple being escorted out by Maya’s teacher.

“Thank you, guys! I’ll see you at the family game night!” their voice was soft and gentle, but also full of excitement, catching my attention. I turned to face them, knowing my time-slot was next.

I looked down expecting to see a 72-year-old grandmother hunched over a cane, wearing some reading glasses. I was pleasantly surprised as my eyes were met with a young adult, shorter than me, with a smile that blinded me. I felt a pull at my chest that I hadn’t felt since I met Maya’s mother 8 years ago. I stayed quiet as I walked closer, unsure of what I would even say. I forced a smile that I’m sure came out as more of a grimace, and I instantly regretted it. Rarely did I leave my house except to go to work and go shopping with my spunky 5-year-old so human interaction was not my specialty.

“Mr. Solo? Maya’s dad, right? Come on in!” They turned to walk into the classroom and sit behind their desk. I looked around at the walls and tiny tables, all decorated in bright colors, broken crayons, and welcoming feelings.

“Take a seat! Make yourself comfortable,”

I sat in the only other adult-sized chair in the room across from the person who hung out with my kid 5 days a week.

“Mr. Solo-”

“Ben, you can call me Ben,” I cleared my throat as I crossed my ankle over my knee and made my best effort to make eye contact with them. They smiled at me and nodded.

“Ben, thank you. You can call me Y/N, then. Thank you for being on time, a lot of parents are rolling in here five or ten minutes late,” they smiled at me and pulled a folder off of the top of a pile.

“Oh, yea- well I usually try to be a few minutes early to everything to avoid … being la- being late...” I mentally slapped myself as I cleared my throat.

Idiot... Just focus on Maya.

I watched as they smiled and nodded at my comment. “That’s a sturdy plan, Ben. So, I guess I’ll start with Maya’s strengths in the classroom and then we can move into some challenges and any questions that I have or that you have, okay?”

I nodded and leaned in as they opened the folder and took out a few worksheets. “So, in kindergarten reading levels is really what we focus on and Maya is a very strong reader. I can see her moving into the first grade level before the year is over!” They took out two pieces of paper from the folder and placed them in front of me.

“She loves reading non-fiction, and she will memorize a book before she puts it down,” Y/N said as they chuckled a little. I smiled and nodded, knowing exactly what they meant.

“Yea, well, I blame myself for that. I did the same thing when I was little. I still do it sometimes, it’s weird. But, there are lots of useless facts up here, thanks to that weird …. thing …” I stopped myself and laughed a little as I read over Maya’s reading scores. I couldn’t prevent the smile of pride that spread across my face as I read the comments on her persistence and positivity.

“Well, I personally don’t believe in useless facts, Mr. So-Ben,”

I looked up and smiled at them before I put the paper back on the desk.

“Her math is a little bit more of a challenge for her, I’ve noticed. She wants to know, and she wants to learn but I find that when she doesn’t understand after a few tries, she gets frustrated and needs to take a break, which is completely encouraged except she doesn’t want to return to the task at hand.”

I nodded my head and shifted in my seat a little bit.

Stop fidgeting, they’re gonna think you’re weird.

Focusing back on Y/N, I looked at the papers they were showing me. They continued to go into detail about how Maya is a great student and that she just needs help with being persistent. Although, I would be a hypocrite if I said that I didn’t also have a short fuse at times. I was fully aware of how similar my daughter and I were, from our temper to our preferred activities but I was proud of myself and of her.

“How is she doing socially?” I asked and sat back.

“She is thriving socially, Ben. Your daughter is the cutest little munchkin in the mornings. She stands right where you’re sitting and she’ll greet every single one of her classmates by name. She’s quite the charmer.”

“Really? That’s too funny. She talks about her two best friends, Jordan and Tia. She told me how she likes to sit with Tia on her right and Jordan on her left because the two of them like to talk to each other and she doesn’t want to be distracted, so she separates them,” I chuckled at the thought of my 5 year old plopping herself between two other tiny humans to prevent them from distracting her from the coursework.

“Oh Tia and Jordan. The three of them are something else. I had to separate those two one time and Maya has taken it upon herself to be the peacekeeper ever since. It’s very sweet. It seems like you’ve got quite the leader on your hands,” Y/N smiled as the words flowed.

It was refreshing to talk to someone who wasn’t my mom about Maya. I truly had a lot of pride in the way I’ve been raising her despite my struggles. To hear that she was doing well and was a pleasure to have in class took a weight, that I wasn’t even aware I was carrying, off of my shoulders.

“That’s Maya...” I trailed off and bit my lip as I thought about it.

“Did you have any questions for me, Ben?” They asked as they began to pile the papers back into the folder.

“Um...” suddenly every question that I had for Y/N was gone. I sighed and shook my head. ‘They’ve all left me,”

They chuckled and nodded their head. “That’s okay. Do you want to take down my cell number? Some parents use it for really urgent questions or updates on their kiddos during a hard day,”

For some reason, I could feel myself get giddy over the fact that they were offering me their personal number.

Don’t freak out, they just said that other parents have it, too. Get it together, Ben.

“Sure, that would be very helpful. You don’t mind if I text you if I remember those questions?”

“Not at all, that’s what I’m here for,”

It took me a second, but I finally went fumbling for my phone to take the number down. I handed it over so that they could just plug it in and I could save it. When I got it back, I noticed that they had texted themselves a quick message saying, “Ben Solo’s number”. I slid the phone back into my pocket, trying to hold back the smile that was beginning to pull at my face.

“Perfect, so uh... did you have any questions for me?” I asked, unsure of what to say now.

“I don’t at the moment but if I think of anything, I’ll shoot you a text,” They seemed so confident when they spoke, which was not helping my growing-by-the-second crush on them.

“Perfect, so then I’ll be in touch. Thank you, Y/N,”

“Of course, any time Ben.” With that, they handed me the folder with Maya’s work in it and smiled as they stood with me to escort me out.

“Talk to you soon,” I mentally slapped myself again. I really couldn’t just shut up for an entire thirty seconds.

“I sure hope so. Have a good night and tell Maya I said hi,” they stopped at the doorway and bit their lip gently as I turned to face them. I wasn’t sure if I was being flirted with so I just smiled and waved.

The entire ride home, all I could think about was how absolutely ridiculous I must have sounded during that entire twenty minute meeting. I also questioned whether or not we were flirting or if they were just the nicest person on the planet.

I parked in the driveway and as I turned off the engine, I could see Maya run out to the front yard.

“Daddy! You’re home!”

I smiled wide and climbed out of the vehicle to meet her. She continued to run towards me and I picked her up as soon as she got close enough.

“I miss’t you daddy,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“I missed you, too, ewok,” I squeezed her a little to let her know that I meant it before looking over to see my mom standing with her hands on her hips.

“She is exactly like you were as a child, stubborn and charming.”

I smiled and nodded my head as I walked towards her, Maya still snugly hanging onto my body.

“I know, but where do you think that I got it from?”

“Your father,” Mom didn’t miss a beat, and I didn’t argue with her. “How was your meeting?”

I suddenly felt awkward again as I recalled my interaction with Y/N. “Fine.”

“How’s our little one doing in school?”

“Nana I am doin’ amazing, I read and I write,”

“And she needs help in math, isn’t that right kid?” I looked at her with a small smile before I kissed her cheek and started walking into the home.

“Well that’s good. I’m sure she’ll be fine.” My mom held the door for me and Maya before making her way to the kitchen. “I was just finishing up dinner,”

I sat on the couch with my little rebel and rubbed her back as she sat contently with me. My phone chirped in my pocket and I reached in to grab it before it went off a second time. Confused, I took a hard stare at it.

Y/N: I have a question. -5:23PM

Y/N: Are you free next weekend? -5:23PM

I didn’t even realize what my face was doing until Maya poked my cheek. “Daddy, you’re happy! Who is that?”

I locked my screen and put my phone down calmly before I shook my head. “A friend, sweetie, that’s all.”

“Do they want to eat dinner with us?”

I laughed a little and shrugged. “I don’t think Nana made enough for that many people, maybe another time.” I chuckled and rested my cheek on top of her head, just thinking about Y/N and asking myself how in the galaxy did they not find me absolutely weird.

But, I wasn’t complaining.

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lostinbl · 5 years ago

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A bad night | Tutor x Fighter | Why R U

So… @occasionally-writing literally asked for “something close to hurt/comfort and filled with fluff” but my brain short-circuited and you only got hurt/comfort with a little fluff ? I swear it was not supposed to be this sad but somehow I just… went there ??? I’m sorry please suffer I mean enjoy asdfgfdsa

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Tutor does not cry. Tutor did not cry when his family lost their wealth, he did not cry when he lost his job at the café nor did he cry when one by one all his students left him and he was faced with the realisation that he could soon be without a roof over his head. He did not cry when he twisted his ankle or when he broke his finger. In short, Tutor does not cry.

And yet, no matter how much he tells himself that, no matter how many times he repeats that sentence over and over, he can’t stop the tears rolling down his cheeks. If he were to tell the reason why he’s crying to anyone, they would surely think it’s reasonable and that they would too, and yet Tutor feels as though he lost a game he didn’t know he was taking a part in.

He should’ve seen it coming. Nothing ever goes right this long. He got a new job with higher pay, he aced all his exams and his relationships with people got better. Fighter became a little less annoying, Hwahwa was happier and Day.. Well, Day was Day.

And then he got a word that his father’s friend screwed him over and the business he and Tutor’s mother had tried so hard to build was in jeopardy. Tutor is sad for them and sad for himself and angry at the entire world. And his anger makes him even more sad because who is he to complain when there are so many people suffering far worse than he has. In his messy state, his body finally betrayed him by opting for the one thing that would not most certainly help anyone: crying.

Tutor’s sitting on the street, the asphalt cold under his bottom and the carbage smelly on the other side of the road. It’s dark already, it has been for far longer than Tutor realised. He’s not sure how long he has been sitting on the ground crying. To his luck, it’s Thursday and not a weekend. Only a few people have passed by. Tutor only managed to walk two blocks from the convenience store he works at before he collapsed in the more secluded area of the neighborhood. Tutor, however, knew the area to be safe, filled with working people and their families and hence he was not worried. Not that it really mattered in the state he’s in. Even if he was scared, he’s not sure he could get up any faster. Tutor is convinced even a little kid could rob him now if they wanted to. Not that he has anything to rob though. How truly pathetic.

More tears fall down Tutor’s face. He doesn’t wipe them away. He did at first when he had not yet completely given up but after his legs gave out and the tears didn’t stop he let them fall down and make his cheeks itchy. Tutor looks at the street with his blurry eyes, for the first time completely lost. Before, no matter what, he always had a plan. When he lost his job, he started to look for a new one. When he lost his students, he looked for another job. But now? What was there to do? No matter how hard Tutor worked the money was not enough. It was not enough for him so how could it be for his family? Tutor presses his face against his arms as he leans on his knees. He knows he should get up and he will. Soon.

Fighter is walking down the street, keeping his eye out for anyone familiar. He knows it’s far-fetched to find Tutor here but there’s no harm in trying. Two hours ago, Hwahwa called him in panic, pleading for him to go out and find Tutor. His shift at the shop ended at 6 PM and he had promised to meet Hwa in the café near his house. When an hour later he had not arrived and was out of reach, she got worried. She knows her best friend better than anyone in the world and she knows, she just knows that Tutor would never disappear like that. She went to his dorm, but he wasn’t there and that’s when she called Fighter for help. And Fighter, of course, agreed to help. Fighter was still in the university when she called and decided to look for him there first, just in case something suddenly came up and he had to go back. After Fighter didn’t find him, he went into the shop Tutor is working in and was told that the boy left work at 6, just like he’s supposed to. So, why is he not home yet?

Fighter doesn’t let himself get too worked up. He walks the streets slowly, looking into every alley on the way to Tutor’s house. If something serious happened he doubts Tutor would still be in this area, but if he got beaten up? Someone might’ve hidden him into the alley and ran away. Fighter hopes not but he still looks behind the dumpsters.

A few minutes later Fighter sees someone and his stomach drops. A person is sitting on the side of the street curled into a ball. The moment Fighter lays his eyes on him, he knows it’s Tutor. He doesn’t need to see his face or recognise his clothes, he knows it’s him. Fighter sprints forward and with six steps he reaches the boy. He crouches down and gently places his hand on Tutor’s shoulder. Tutor flinches and lifts his head, his eyes wide. Fighter wants to flinch too. He has never seen Tutor like this, and Fighter would bet all his money that no one else has either. Tutor’s eyes are red and puffy, his cheeks wet with tears and his skin so irritated his entire face is red. Tutor’s hair is a mess and he’s sweating from the humidity of the night.

“P’ Fight”, Tutor greets his senior. His voice cracks and more tears fall down his face. Fighter’s sure a part of his heart breaks off and withers away. Someone as beautiful as Tutor should not cry. “Shit”, Fighter curses and he gets closer. He cups Tutor’s face and wipes away his tears. “Stop crying okay? Look at your face, your poor skin”, Fighter scolds gently and Tutor sniffs. Fighters warm hands on his cheeks burn against his irritated skin. And yet Tutor doesn’t wish him to get off. With a lot less effort than Tutor thought it would take, he takes a deep breath and stops crying. Fighter smiles but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “That’s better. Can you get up?” Fighter asks as he pulls back, giving Tutor the space he needs to attempt what he was asked. In the end, that’s all it is, an attempt. Tutor can not stand up. “Huh”, Tutor lets out as he looks down at his legs. He must’ve been sitting here for too long. Fighter rolls his eyes. “You’re such a baby”, he mumbles as he turns his back towards the younger guy. Tutor is sure he’s going to walk away but instead, Fighter crouches down and takes a hold of Tutor’s hands. He drags his arms over his shoulder and before Tutor has any time to protest, Fighter lifts himself up with Tutor on his back. On a reflex Tutor tightens his arms around Fighter’s neck as he finds himself moving. “Put me down! I can walk!” Tutor curses at the older boy but Fighter ignores him. He starts walking towards Tutor’s dormitory. “P’ Fight! Put me down!” Tutor tells him again, his voice slowly becoming more and more clear. Fighter rolls his eyes and with a quick jump positions Tutor better on his back. “Stop nagging. If I let you down now you won’t be able to get back on your own. Hwahwa will kill me if I leave you out here”, Fighter complains. He’s annoyingly aware that what he’s saying is only half the truth. Tutor fights back again but Fighter shuts him up with a quick shh as he answers his phone. “Hello? Yea, just found him… No need, we’re on our way back… yea he’s okay… he didn’t drink enough and was a little weak…. no, don’t worry, I’ll handle it… yes, I promise… okay… bye”, Fighter ends the call. Even without hearing the other end of the line, Tutor is pretty sure it was Hwahwa and that Fighter just saved his ass with his lies. He feels a little warmth in his heart. It feels refreshing after all the pain. Tutor decides to shut up and let Fighter carry him back. He’s already being a big nuisance after all.

Back at the dorm Tutor takes a hot shower and eats the instant porridge Fighter prepares for him. He doesn’t necessarily want Fighter to be the one to take care of him but there’s not much he can say. Fighter found him and brought him back and, well, truthfully, Tutor is in no position to take care of himself. After he crawls under covers, he turns his eyes to the boy in his room.

“You can sleep. I’ll clean this up and then go. I’ll make sure the door is locked”, Fighter says as he picks up the empty bowl. Tutor doesn’t turn his eyes away. Fighter ignores his stare as he continues cleaning up.

It’s.. awkward. Very awkward.

Even though the two of them have not been fighting or getting on each other’s nerves as much, they can’t be called friends. A few more months and they might get there but not right now. That and the kiss.. Fighter can’t say he regrets it for he has wanted to kiss the boy ever since the first day he saw him, but admittedly it was stupid and rash. Still, Tutor got over it. A few weeks of nasty looks and he was done with his grudge. After that Fighter paid extra attention to keeping his mouth shut even when every fibre of his being was shouting at him to say something stupid, and with few weeks of absence from mean comments, Tutor was a little nicer towards him. And Fighter’s need to say stupid shit is no longer as strong as it was before. All in all, it’s an improvement.

Fighter turns around finally done with cleaning just to see Tutor in the bed with his eyes closed. Fighter lets out a sigh and smiles. He turns off the ceiling lamp, walking over to Tutor’s bed. He stands next to the bed for a little while, looking at Tutor’s sleeping face. It’s creepy, he knows but he doesn’t care. Once he can’t excuse his own behaviour anymore, Fighter reaches over for the light still burning next to Tutor’s bed. He turns the lamp off and retreats back. He gives Tutor one more look with a heavy heart and turns around. A firm hand wraps around his wrist. Fighter freezes and turns his head.

“P’ Fight.. please stay?” Tutor’s request is barely audible. Fighter doubts he’s even awake anymore. “You want me to stay?” Fighter asks just to make sure. The last thing he needs is Tutor waking up in the morning and kicking him off the bed in anger. Tutor doesn’t answer, he just tightens his hold and pulls Fighter a little closer. With a resigned sigh, Fighter follows the hand. Tutor moves over, making space for Fighter and after a lot of hesitation, he crawls under the covers. At first, he was planning on sleeping on top of it but seeing how much the a/c is blowing, he would most likely freeze.

Fighter lays his head on the pillow, stiff with tension. At the start of his day, he never imagined he would end it in someone else’s bed. Definitely not in Tutor’s. The two of them stay quiet for a long time. Just when Fighter thinks Tutor has fallen asleep, the younger boy opens his mouth.

“Just for tonight.. with no attachment and the promise to never talk about it again… can you hug me?” Tutor asks quietly, his voice shaking. Fighter turns his head. Tutor is already looking at him and their eyes meet. Fighter searches Tutor’s eyes for any malicious intent but he sees none. There’s nothing but pain in his eyes. Well, then. Fighter nods and opens his arms. Tutor moves closer, wrapping his left arm firmly around Fighter’s body as he presses his face against Fighter’s neck. Fighter wraps his arms around Tutor’s body. For a big guy like him, he fits into Fighters arms almost too perfectly. So perfectly that it makes Fighter not want to let go. Tutor breaths in Fighter’s scent and closes his eyes. It is still a mystery to him, how a man he thought he hated can bring him so much comfort. And yet here he is getting his pain hugged away by a pair of arms he thought he would never have around him. And surprisingly, he does not want to ever remove himself from those arms. Knowing he still has several hours until the morning comes and he has to face the world again, Tutor closes his eyes. In the morning he might be in pain again, but for now, he’ll let the comfort of these arms be his lullaby.

#umm so yea have a sad one everyone #i'm sorry but also not ?#my heart aches for tutor though #my poor boy #he deserves so much #whyru #whyrutheseries #why r u #why r u the series #tutorfighter #fightertutor #tutor x fighter #TutorFighter fanfiction #pau writes

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404-potato · 4 years ago

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I’m going to share something because I really need to get this off my chest. Please feel free to ignore this -

... I never really talked about it with anyone because I don’t think I really had it in me to fully acknowledge it even. “Embarrassed” is the best way to describe why quite honestly... as much as I hate to admit it

This... is how I ended up hating a series I loved. And the ship/fandom still makes me cringe because of a weirdly “traumatizing” (? maybe? not sure - i hate using that word/throwing it around;;;) incidents that wasn’t really even about the fandom directly at all?

tw: relationship mess?

So before IronStrange, how I used to deal with liking series was through cosplaying. There was a good base for it where I lived and good chunk of my friends cosplay too or at least familiar with the community.

I got into this particular series (that I won’t name here) because a friend (who I eventually got involved in a relationship with) was REALLY into it. It was great at first. I loved the series, it was fun, we cosplayed a pair she shipped hard at the time and at some point I liked it too (I think she’s still a bit obsessed with that pairing actually).

Basically... she got obsessive.

It started with the little things like... very...uh... predictable... she didn’t want me to cosplay with other people. She didn’t want me to cosplay with anyone else for this particular pairing. Wanted me to prioritize her during cons... sort of made it impossible for me to be flexible to make plans with any other people. When confronted eventually (the “hey so you know I only have so much time I can give to this hobby- if I make all these plans with you I don’t have time for other friends. We can still do things together but I want to spend time with other people too”)... she made it seem like she would give me space but when time came it was always “I’m not saying you can’t go hang out with your friends but you promised this.” “I asked you first.” ... which by promise btw was her mentioning it some months ago by passing. There were other little things here and there in the con/cos world like if any other friend wanted to put together a cosplay group and asked me she got upset I didn’t ask her to join? Her reasoning was that “well I always ask you so why don’t you.” which seemed like demanding I feel the same way about her as she did for me. ... I know... sounds terrible of me & maybe I should be more sympathetic but... you can’t... demand someone to return how you feel about them or get upset when they don’t? (by the way this was way before we dated even - she also repeated denied she had any sort of feelings for me)

And I honestly didn’t recognize it at first or thought it wasn’t a big deal. I had lot of incident in the past where friends, people I dated, etc. made some... perhaps unjustified demands and I did my best to accommodate if I was willing or situation allowed it. I truly, maybe arrogantly, believed I could fully take care of myself because i always had been that one person who could take care of themselves. ... and there was no possible way anyone could ever “take advantage of me” so to say? in any way.

Then eventually we started dating. It was casual, lets see where it goes at first. ...then at some point we were in a relationship? ... quite frankly I don’t even remember how fully that came about. (I was not exactly in the best mental state that year due multiple disasters that was going on in my personal life - terrible timing because i let a lot of “red flags” go since I was so tired to fight).

She wanted me to stop talking to certain friends. One was a friend who we went on couple dates (and it didn’t work out, & by then this friend was dating someone else). But she still didn’t want me be friends with this person.

...And for those who think you shouldn’t be friends with your exes or not talk to them at all for some reason? F u. Yes it is fully possible to be friends with your ex if you both are at a good place etc. Esp if these people were not even exes per se it was like people you went on a date or two with that you both realized after “hey yea we’re friends not anything more”.

Little by little I was talking to less and less people, interacted with less and less friends. I stopped cosplaying completely just so I didn’t have to deal with her getting upset at me. I didn’t have the energy. It felt like if I go anywhere I had to invite her. If I made any plans I should invite her. After a while I was so miserable to the point we had huge fights. I literally left the apartment to get away because she wasn’t listening to anything I was saying and all her rebuttal to everything was along the lines of “It’s because i like you so much” etc.

Yea this whole “being loved” thing to the point they want to spend so much time with you at all times may sound sweet in theory ...but for someone who is an only child (with no distant relatives in the same country), who is used to be left alone to live my life with very minimal supervision since 5 years old, needs a lot of time to myself naturally... it’s a nightmare. But if I said I wanted to be alone or need time to myself suggest I’ll go to my parent’s (not my first choice but ya know... at this point i figured she’ll flip if I said any friend’s)... she’ll try to angrily (very recklessly) drive off saying she’ll sleep at her work parking lot?? or I came back after one of these fights and she had all these scratches because apparently she tried to take a bath with wine and she fell?? ... I feel like I couldn’t even leave. ...typing this now, it’s kinda occurring to me I felt very stuck. She says I can go, I can do things, but... i mean... I can’t?? because then she’ll go off and do something like this. That time she was physically hurt, I know I should feel bad but I honestly couldn’t feel bad. I felt suffocated. I was angry. I felt like she was doing this as some sort of attention seeking... thing.

Oh and lets not forget comments here and there about how I should let her know what i’m doing all the time, all the change of plans. Example: barely one month after I started at a new job, it was the holiday party. I did let her know I’ll be trying to come home early but please eat without me/don’t wait up. Well as I was trying to leave, I got caught in conversation by my VP and then my CEO... i couldn’t just up and leave at that point?? And I couldn’t answer the 30+ calls I got from her. ...She was pissed. Saying how they waited for me to eat, how I said I’ll be home early, etc. I tried to explain what happened. It’s a holiday party, its loud. I can’t keep looking at my phone when i’m talking to my CEO. I did say i’ll try but shit happens and I can’t update her all the time 24/7...She said she got it but next day would still throw these passive aggressive remarks. Couple of her friends came to visit from out of town, we were supposed to spend the day together with them. I was obviously tired because of the holiday party still and I muttered like “damn i’m tired” by passing... her automatic reaction was “well you shouldn’t have stayed out then.” because in her words, during the argument that followed, we made plans to spend time with her friends so I should have prioritized it at all cost even over the job that I need. Nothing said I couldn’t just leave and come home early, I didn’t have to go in the first place. ...oh idk there is something called work politics??? esp when you are a minority girl working at 80~90%+ white male company.

Then it all boiled up to a particular bad fight where I said I need her to compromise because I’m ready to lose it... I explained so many things from above that was genuinely becoming so unhealthy for me... How she said she’ll be better in the past but she continued on, etc.

...lol... and the first thing she says to that is how she still doesn’t want me to cosplay with other people. I literally had a moment of that’s what’s so important to you??? SERIOUSLY? fuck this i’m not cosplaying ever again. period. Because at that point... because of the whole incident... or many incidents, I had such negative feeling towards the hobby I didn’t want to do it anyways... let alone this pairing she really liked... or the series etc. god there was... so many more... like the time we went to a bar to have fun, she over drank even when I told her multiple times hey maybe you should slow down... She basically did the whole “drinking excess as an excuse to say what she wants after” “i’m drunk so I’m saying this” thing. So in a very public place, the bar was crowded, there were people all around us, she yelled VERY loudly about how I didn’t seem to want to have sex with her anymore. When I asked her to keep quiet, please can we talk about this elsewhere... she KEPT GOING- LOUDLY YELLING. Hysterically crying. Honestly... considering everything going on... yea I didn’t want to. At some point it did occur to me I didn’t want to have sex at all (and that was whole another level of problem considering I’ve always been very sexual person...) I mean I would have been totally willing to have a serious conversation about this but NOT AT A PUBLIC PLACE WITH STRANGERS ALL AROUND??? I was mortified. (this is also why I stopped going to nice bars... i used to enjoy them. After my early 20s, I didn’t drink to get drunk but I loved visiting creative bars and having a nice drink or two... well... not anymore lol) Again, these are not even 50% of all that happened with this person. .... honestly this relationship caused me so much issues personally I haven’t even begin to solve. It’s actually to the point I’m considering therapy.

But yea... sure it may not be the biggest of things but sometimes I’m very resentful I can’t enjoy the series I used to enjoy because I just automatically have VERY negative emotions about it. Same thing with cosplay, a hobby I used to be very happily involved in to relieve stress. I now have this almost... fight or flight feeling when they are mentioned, i freeze... it sometimes feels like something is pressing down on your lungs making it impossible to breath.

...And this is also why... I started tumblr and ended up seeking company of online people who doesn’t really know me because... yea now I’m avoiding my friends at this point or mutuals with this person since... well, everyone thinks she’s a very nice person, very good for me... because on surface level, yea she does really seem like she likes me, gets me all these nice gifts etc. They still comment from time to time about how I should be doing better. Treat her better. Because if someone screws up in a relationship, given my history and personality, its probably my doing. ...Okay. any normal situation, yea I would say that’s probably true but this? this was not... yea.

#I know i'm not completely blamelss #after I was so fed up I was fairly harsh when telling her off etc #I don't believe in some perfect relationship but there is a difference between having a few problems here and there and... yea

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let-it-show · 4 years ago

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Making Frozen 2, Quick Look

I know there’s another review out there and....er well probably several at this point. But I still wanted to make my own, maybe I’ll hit something someone else hasn’t. The documentary was very good, too. Whether you like Frozen 2 or not, the way they showed the entire process was really cool to take in. They visited with people from different departments and showed several steps and then how they come together. There’s a lot of little things to cover there but if I were to try and catch everything I...would just post a link to the episodes instead :P It was very cool to see how the Lopez couple puts together music. Watching the major songs coming together and seeing how they try to work out parts of the plot through backs and forths with the songs is inspiring. I know that it seemed like a rush job on how little they had of the movie a few months out but when you watch you easily see how every little step, every drawing, every note, every sound takes discussion and scrutiny. And, honestly, how MUCH a story changes in the process with more minds feeding forth new ideas. The end did leave me emotional, even if I think they put out a super flawed story. I DO noticed that during the doc they barely touch on the story of the sisters TOGETHER. That should have been the main thing to stay aware of. Anyway I’ll just highlight a few good and bad things under the cut, I took a few notes here and there.

- From early on in screenings they had a lot of people confused. Jenn Lee and Chris Buck expected their work to be torn apart and it definitely was. I’m not sure how much they learned from it, because they were told early on that it was confusing, very dark, and they needed notes to keep track lol. I’m wondering if this was a screening where Elsa was left as dead? They didn’t mention it if so, and in fact, they never brought up that possibility. I hate it but I wish they had to talk about why it didn’t work at all. - Idina’s reaction to seeing Into the Unknown animated was precious and I want that known. Nice to see her seeing her work being used and being so happy about it! - ...I have another note about Lopezes’ (how do you pluralize that!?) music but no idea what it meant. - Heartwarming note, there is a hall in WDAS that displays framed letters sent from fans about how touched they were by certain movies. The one read about Frozen was featured in the doc’s trailer. - Show Yourself was a production hell song. Lol. They had ideas on what it would be about and sold it as Elsa “coming home” and almost named it “I’m Home”. Which I believe Kristen Lopaz kind of bluntly pointed out was dumb, powerfully singing “I’m home” was actually kinda mundane. (In my personal opinion that sort of phrase usually is followed by “Did u make dinner” so yea glad that title was scrapped). Originally Elsa was to see a reflection of herself as what she was meant to be, and then she would step into it. Then the transformation. That wasn’t working no matter what they did. Story wasn’t working and the idea was odd and well they just went round and round on it. Eventually they ended up tying it up with the All Is Found and tossed in Elsa’s mother. Which as we know, ended up amazing. And of course for this they decided she was going to be down inside the glacier, and Ahtohallan had to actually be designed and created and THAT was a process too. It was cool to see Brittney Lee in the process of putting the visuals for that idea together. The lullaby was also adjusted pretty late, to make it more powerful/moving with the orchestrated parts. And then tie in with the end, which they called “locking the movie down”. It may sound dismissive to say they didn’t know what they wanted and just sort of tossed things in but that’s kind of what it came down to. And you can see the messiness. But where these things worked, they WORKED. Show Yourself was ridiculous but we got a powerful, incredibly moving song and scene out of it. The time taken to figure it out did well. I could have lived without Jenn Lee repeatedly going on about “Elsa is HOME”, though, and calling her lonely. Was frustrating. Actually watching her frustrated me a lot and I was a little surprised by that... - Lost in the Woods coming together was quite cute. Whatever you think of Kristoff, it was nice watching Groff work on his parts. Also he seems like a teddy bear?? He had to record a number of reindeer voices. And also this scene made a bit of a challenge for the reindeer riggers, because this movie, the reindeer had to SING. So they had to figure that out. There was an adorable animator that took a video of herself acting out the expressions she thought Kristoff would have during the song, LOL. Love watching the little personal bits they add in. They did touch on Get It Right, a little. I don’t think they explained why they dropped it. Also one of the team said something about Kristoff seeming like a Nick Offerman character which was funny, but he definitely is NOT that in F2. MAYBE F1. But hell I hear that name and think Ron Swanson and Kristoff would have to be a sturdier character to be a Swanson... - The Next Right Thing was kind of straight forward commentary. Good, but nothing stood out since we already know it is a song of deep pain. Kristen Bell drew from her experience of anxiety and depression. I also deal with those lovely ailments and I the song lines up for me. People have commented this was TOO dark for little kids, maybe, I wouldn’t know. I think young me would have just eaten it up because it was animated with singing. Adult me however resonated with it, as did my own best friend/”Anna”. That feeling of just trying to push forward - to take one step, and then, try hard and take another, and do what feels right - its very real. And I’m going to say it, I felt...seen/recognized seeing this in a kid’s film rather than having to be an adult only seeing depression and anxiety in characters in what is already an adult targeted show/movie. There’s something incredibly important about that and Kristen Bell delivered it amazingly. - Comments about our little Anna included pointing out she’s a lot sadder this movie, and also that...yes, she was more reckless in F1 and more protective in this one because back then she had nothing to lose, now she has everything to lose. Which is a fair statement and what I wish people would see when they go on about Anna being clingy and co-dependent. In her shoes I would be scared to death of Elsa even being in the forest. - Chris Buck spoke about the son he lost, Ryder. It was a difficult part to watch but..I think important to watch. I believe it was Jenn Lee who asked him if she could name a character after his son. And Ryder in the movie is meant to be light spirited and happy. Kinda sounds like Anna after F1! - Jenn Lee: “Are people going to be angry at us for the choices we made on behalf of these characters?” oh honey I’m sure I’m forgetting something because I’m actually a terrible note taker, surprise! But overall I loved watching the creation of the film. However that is kind of where it stops. Like, they touch on story stuff and all that but this is really a “how it’s made” with Frozen 2 as the subject. Don’t get me wrong, it’s fascinating. I knew a lot of work goes into animation and putting together a movie but the way they broke it down and showed it in detail was cool. I just wish we had more cleared up about this story. This connection with Anna and Elsa and the decision to split them, what the hell happened there? Why did the spirits function the way they did; what IS the fifth spirit, exactly? And all that stuff. But, maybe farther down the line. Frozen 2 is a bizarre mess that I love regardless and I’m so happy I got to learn about the nuts and bolts that brought this film to me.

#Frozen 2 #Into the Unknown: Making Frozen 2 #Frozen documentary

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jawritter · 5 years ago

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Two Out Of Three Aint Bad

Request: I know you said your request are open for Jensen and Dean, but can you write a Steve Carlson X Reader. I feel like he get overshadowed by Jensen a lot in the album and band. Can you make it were the reader falls for him, but he’s insecure, and she has to prove to him that she wants to be with him for him, and isn’t just trying to use to him get close to Jensen. Make it angsty, fluffy, and a little smutty. I understand if your not comfortable doing to. I just love the way u write!!! Thanks!!

Warnings: Smut, Language, Unproteced Sex, Drinking, language. I think that’s it.

Word Count: 3537

Pairings: Steve Carlson x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Steve Carlson, Jensen Ackles x Reader (not dirctly just mentioned), OFC Ashely x Reader, OFC Kasey x Reader

A/N: Okay guys. This was honestly one of the hardest Fic I’ve ever written, and it took me some convincing to actually do it. I do asked that you please keep all mean/hateful comments about this individual to yourself. The reason I wrote this fic was that it was requested, and honestly I saw no resaon upon talking to people not to. As always though feedback is gold! I do love hearing from you guys! Please don’t copy my stuff, this was also cross posted on wattpad. I hope you all enjoy!

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“Come on y/n! It will be fun!” Kasey begs on the other end of the phone, she’d been on you for days about getting out and having some fun for your birthday.

Now it was said night, and you had been avoiding her call all day successfully, well, until she called from someone else’s phone, and you answered like a jackass.

You were currently facepalming yourself.

You didn’t even get a hello in and she was already starting on you.

“Okay seriously Kasey, who answers the phone, ‘come on y/n it wll be fun,’ and why the fuck are you calling me from Ashley’s phone! Don’t tell me you're in on this to Ash!!” you yell into the phone, hoping you were loud enough for her to hear you, or that Kasey had you on speaker phone.

“You bet your ass I’m in on this! Get yourself ready! We’re going to stereotype tonight, and you’re going to have fun damn it! It’s your birthday woman!!”

You rolled your eyes so hard that you were pretty sure you saw your brain for a moment.

“Why can’t you guys just let me stay home with a good book, and a bottle of wine tonight? It’s my birthday damn it. I want to hibernate and act anti-social.” you whine, dragging yourself off the bed, and heading towards the closet in spite of yourself.

You knew they’d be here in probably less than an hour to drag you out of the house now that Kasey has found backup ready or not.

“Hey no one, NO ONE, is spending their birthday alone on my watch! You’re coming out tonight, you’re going to drink too much, make poor decisions, and if you’re lucky you’re gonna wake up in the arms of some stranger in the morning because YOLO damnit!”

You pulled the phone away from your ear, gave it your best bitchface, making a mental note to slap her when you saw her tonight.

“FINE! Only because I know I’m outnumbered, and that’s the only reason I’m agreeing to this! How much time do I have before you get here?” you asked with a defeated sigh, the sound of a car horn just outside your house was your answer.

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath, and try to calm your nerves.

“This is going to be a good night, it’s not a mistake, you can do this,” you say to yourself before you pull your outfit out of the closet, and head towards the front door to let your friends in.

Though the term ‘friends’ was a little generous at the moment, the more proper term would probably be kidnappers.

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An hour later you found yourself sitting in a packed out bar. None of you expected it to be this packed, but it turns out that Jensen and Jared were making an appearance tonight for karaoke night, and therefore there was a gaggle of eager fan girls standing everywhere in clusters trying to get a chance to meet the famous men.

Having lived in Austin most of your life, and having been to the brewery servel times with Kasey, who was an avid Supernatural fan, you’d meet both men before.

While they were both insanely attractive, they were also both married, and therefore you saw no need to spend your time and money drooling over them the way most people around them seemed to do.

You’d gotten a picture with Jensen before at the brewery, you’d gotten an autograph from Jared once, you were satisfied with that.

Your friends on the other hand jumped at every chance they got to get close to them. Therefore they quickly abandoned you alone at the bar with your beer to try and get a chance to see them when they walked in the bar.

“So much for a fun night out,” you thought to yourself and snorted at the irony of the situation you found yourself in.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a man sit down next to you. “Great another creep to tell that they need to go fuck off!! Happy birthday to me!” you think to yourself.

It did vaguely cross your mind at that moment that you were slowly losing your shit, because talking to the voices in your head wasn’t exactly a healthy thing to do, but they were ridiculously sarcastic and sadistic, and you liked it; so you pushed that down to deal with later.

“You don’t look like you’re having a whole lot of fun.” he said, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes at the stranger, and turned to look at him fully for the first time.

You were surprised by who you saw sitting there.

Steve Carlson.

You knew who he was, you’d been around long enough to know about the album that Jensen along with himself had just released, and you had seen him from a distance the one time you all went to the brewery, but never up close.

There were butterflies suddenly in your stomach, as you shifted nervously on the barstool.

“Are you seriously nervous? He’s just another guy Y/N, pull your shit together!”

You mentally slapped yourself in the face to pull yourself out of your shocked stare, but he was a lot more attractive in person than you would have ever expected.

So you swallowed your smart ass comment before it even got to your lips, something about him just made you feel comfortable, like he wasn’t some jackass trying to get an easy lay, he was just… talking.

“No, I’m really not,” you said, looking back down at your beer, peeling at the label on the bottle.

Smirking to himself he looked across the bar at where you could now see Jensen surrounded by a gaggle of girls wanting selfies.

“Yea, I know what you mean. I wasn’t exactly in the mood to be here tonight, but Jensen begged, so here I am. Wanna be miserable together? I can buy you a drink, and we can hide over here and make fun of fangirls?”

That last comment made you literally laugh out loud, seeing as the current “fangirl” that was almost bouncing up and down in front of Jensen, trying to desperately get his attention was Kasey.

“Okay,” you said, content that you seemed to have found someone else that was as done with the whole fangirl thing that was currently taking place in an already over packed bar

Steve motioned toward the bartender who brought more beers, and placed them down in front of you both.

“So, what brings you out here if you’re so miserable being here?”

“Was forced to come against my will because it’s my ‘birthday,’ and in the immortal words of the fangirl currently jumping and down trying to get Jensen’s attention. ‘You’re going to drink too much, make poor decisions, and if you’re lucky you're going to wake up in the arms of some stranger in the morning because YOLO damnit!’

At that Steve almost fell off the stool laughing that he was sitting on.

“Laugh all you want, but the way I see it is I’m here, might as well get drunk, and getting into the uber I’m going to half to call to get home tonight probably counts as a bad decision; so two out of three ain’t bad.”

“Well that’s why I drove. As you see Jensen is going to be busy for the majority of the night, and the karaoke hasn’t even started yet.” Steve said, taking a big swig of his beer, moving his feet around nervously on the bar stool.

“You know, Jensen probably wouldn’t even notice I’m gone, and your friend wouldn’t notice you neither from the looks of it. There’s this little ice cream place that’s about six minutes from here, it doesn’t close until like 10, would you like to go grab some with me, then if you want I can drive you home? It kinda puts a kink in your whole bad decision part of your plan here, but at least you won’t have to wait on an uber. I promise I’m not some freak, or psycho, or something.” he said, looking down at his beer, and peeling his own label.

You could have sworn you saw a hint of insecurity pull around the corner of his eyes when he avoided your gaze, you knew that feeling all too well, you weren’t exactly a people person either.

“Sure, I’d like that.” you said, sliding off the bar stool, and he looked almost surprised that you agreed to go with him.

“O…Okay..” he got up and offered you his hand a little awkwardly, which you reached out and took.

His hands were huge compared to yours, his skin warm to the touch as he laced his fingers together with your own. It had been so long since you held hands with a guy that you couldn’t even remember the last time you had.

You were both almost to the door, weaving your way through the people when Jensen’s deep voice cut through the crowd surprisingly close to you.

“Steve! Where are you going man? I thought you were going to sing with me?”

Steve stopped in his tracks, the both of you turned around slowly. He was literally grabbing distance from the door, you had almost made it out unnoticed, but almost wasn’t good enough, and Jensen had caught him.

Standing less than three feet behind Jensen was Kasey and Ashely, staring at you wide eyed like you’d lost your damn mind or something. Jensen noticed your hands linked together and smirked at his friend.

“It’s cool though if you need to leave man, I can get Jared to sing with me, don’t worry about it. He owes me anyway.” Jensen said, backing up a few steps. Steve seemed to take a deep breath of relief.

“Yeah, I really don’t feel like the whole drinking thing tonight.” Steve said, both men were having to yell over the music as it started up, and now Kasey and Ashely were really staring at you.

Ashely had this huge grin on her face, but Kasey was giving you a strange look, bordering on jealousy maybe?

“Sounds good man, I’ll see you tomorrow at the brewery?” Jensen asks before giving Steve some awkward hand shake thing that guys do.

You weren’t really paying attention, you were just ready to get out of here. People were pooling in by the minute, and it was even more crowded than it was when you got here.

With that Steve reached for the door, and you both escaped out into the cool night air. Relief flooded you instantly, thankful to be away from the over crowded bar, and out in the open where you could breath.

You thought you had expected, and you were almost to Steve’s car when you heard Kasey calling your name.

“Give me just a minute” you tell him and he nods at you, going to lean up against his car to wait for you at a respectable distance.

“Y/n? What are you doing? Jensen’s in there? You don’t have to leave with Steve just to get in good with Jensen. Just tell him it’s your birthday or some shit. Why are you leaving with him when you have Jensen Fucking Ackles right there?”

You looked at her dumbly for a moment. You couldn’t believe you she had really just said that to you, and judging by the look on Steve’s face when you glanced back over your shoulder, and the way he was kicking the gravel around with his shoes instead of looking at you, you figured that he’d heard her to.

You opened your mouth and closed it a few times before deciding that you didn’t owe such a shallow person an explanation.

“You know what Kasey, you should go back in there with Ashely, she’s probably looking for you.”

Turning on your heels before she could respond you walked the short distance back over to where Steve was standing. Shoving the anger boiling just below the surface down further. It wasn’t his fault fans of Jensen could be ass holes when he was on the property. Steve didn’t deserve your bad mood, just because your friend was being a bitch.

“Are you ready to go,” you asked him? He looked up at you, then back down at his feet, chewing on his lip a little before answering you.

“You don’t have to come you know, if you’d rather stay with Jensen and your friends that’s fine.”

He seemed colder than he was only a few minutes ago inside the bar, and for a moment it confused you.

“What do you mean? I don’t give two shits about following a married man around a crowded bar all night.”

Steve stood up a little straighter shaking his head.

“It’s fine, really, I’m used to it, you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to.”

Looking back at the bar, then back to Steve who was avoiding looking you in the eye it hit you.

Settling your nerves again, because a forward person isn’t normally what you are, you close the distance between the two of you, wrapping your arm around his neck, and pulling him down to you, bringing your lips to his.

For a moment he didn’t kiss you back like he was shocked, and you were worried that this was the part where yet another guy rejected you, until you felt his arm slip slowly around your waist, pulling you closer to him, returning your kiss hesitantly before deepening it, his tongue running over your lip requesting entrance that you granted him, letting him explore your mouth. His tongue dominates yours before he finally breaks the kiss to breathe, and collect his thoughts.

“I said I want to go with you,” you tell him again, looking deep in his hazel eyes. Your heart was beating so hard you could feel it in your ears.

He nodded after a few seconds, deciding to trust you before opening the passenger side door for you, and making his way around to the drivers side of the car.

You could tell there was a lot more to Steve than meets the eye. There were scars there that he was hiding, old wounds that had obviously gone pretty deep, and healed ugly. You understood that on a lever you didn’t even want to admit to yourself.

The rest of the night progressed well. He took you to a little Ice Cream shop, the conversation flowed easier between the two of you easier than it had between you and anyone else in a very long time.

You talked about the past, where he was from, and what all he had done in his career, how he ended up here in Austin.

You talked about your dreams, your future plans, you talked about failed relationships, and things you wished you could both fix, but couldn’t.

By the end of the night you felt closer to Steve than you had ever felt to a man. Even though he was a bit older than you, you both had some pretty similar experience that seemed to fix you together, drawing you in, in a way that you really didn’t understand and didn’t want to.

Before long it was late, around one in the morning. You’d spent most of the night just talking, and it felt amazing.

Now it was time to go home, and for the first time ever, you didn’t want to say goodbye to him to go and be alone again.

Steve put the car in park outside of your house, and took a deep breath before getting out of the car and walking you to the door.

Stopping on the steps you turned and looked up at him, his eyes seemed to fear the exit as much as you did, not wanting to let go of what you’d both unexpectedly found In each other.

That’s when you decided you didn’t want this to end. For the first time in a long time tonight you were happy, and I’ll be damned if you were going to let this go.

“You uh.. Wanna come in?” you asked, giving him a shy smile that he returned.

“Yeah.. I’d like that.“

Closing the door behind the two of you, you locked the rest of the world away, telling yourself that you deserve this, that It felt right.

Steve closed the distance between the two of you, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. His lips found yours in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue easily found yours again as he pulled you into him.

Sliding your jacket off you threw it over the chair, and he followed your lead, grabbing his hand you led him to your bedroom, and shut the door.

You felt him come up behind you, brushing your hair away from your neck before leaving a trail of opened mouth kisses from your neck up to your jaw line, making his way up to the shell of your ear, his warm breath fanning over your quickly overheating skin.

You turned around slowly in his arms, unbuttoning his shirt as his lips found yours again, kissing you drunk, sliding his shirt from his shoulders as he backed you towards the bed, unzipping your dress, and letting it fall to the floor.

His eyes raked over you, meeting your gaze as he ran his fingertips over the exposed skin of your side before reaching around, and unclasping your bra, letting it fall to the floor with your dress.

"So beautiful,” he whispers to you before his lips find yours again, brushing over yours softly before deepening the kiss, laying you down over the bed and crawling over you.

His hands trailing over your breast, worshipping your body like no one ever had before him. Dipping his head and taking your exposed nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking lightly, making your back arch into him, a soft moan falling from your lips.

Reaching down sliding your panties off your body, his hands trailed up your thighs and reaching your aching core, brushing over your clit in soft circles before he pressed two of his ticked fingers Into you, curling them inside of you while his thumb worked against your clit in delicious circles, your hips rolling into his touch on their own.

Your first orgasm hit you like a title wave. Pure pleasure crashing over your body like waves crashing against sandy shores, your body shaking under him as you came down from you high.

You don’t know when he did it, you were too lost, but you felt his thick, heavy length against your inner thigh as he positioned himself between your legs, his swollen tip nudging against your dripping center, and his clothes piled on the floor next to your own.

He brushed the hair away from your face and kissed you softly, waiting for you to come back to him. When your eyes meet his, you saw more love and admiration than you’d ever found in anyone’s eyes before.

“You sure baby, we can stop if you don’t want to do this?”

Shaking your head before your voice would work for you, you brushed your lips against his.

“I want you Steve.”

Kissing you deeply he sank into you slowly, stretching you as his thick throbbing cock sank into you inch by glorious inch until he was fully seated inside of you, hold himself still as he peppered all the skin he could reach with kisses until you rolled your hips against him, letting him know you were ready for him to move.

First his rhythm started out slowly, each thrust deep, hitting you the most sensitive places inside of you before nudged against your cervical wall.

Moans and sweet whispered affections falling from both of your lips as he pulled you both high and higher, every touch burning like under your skin.

His pace picking up as the coil wound tight in your belly, ready to snap at any moment.

“Steve."

"I know baby, I’m right there with you, let go, I gotcha.”

With that the coil snapped, and the strongest orgasm you’d ever experienced hit you hard enough to knock you breathless.

Your body jerks and twitches under him as he works you through it before his own pace starts to falter, your walls squeezing him tightly, sending him to his own release and milking him for all he could give you as he stills inside you, painting your walls with his seed.

Finally when you both regained control over your bodies, he lifted the covers and crawled into the bed with you, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you as close as possible to him, kissing your neck and shoulders, nuzzling into you. You fit perfectly against his warm body.

“Well when we wake up in the morning you will hopefully still be in my arms, and I guess you’re right. Two out of three really ain’t bad.”

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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 years ago

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The Curious Case of Dean Winchester: Part Three

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,258

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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In order to find out where Patrick keeps his chip stash, you needed to stake him out to determine when the best time to strike was. He was currently waiting outside of a bar, checking his watch every two seconds before finally walking onto the road. There was a car that was speeding towards him, and before he could react, the car slammed into his body. The driver freaked out, got out, checked on Patrick, and ran to a construction crew to get help. It didn’t look like Patrick couldn’t have survived the impact at all. However, another car passed by the scene, and Patrick was gone from the ground and into the car perfectly healed up.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath. Patrick drove the car passed the confused man and the construction workers, honked his horn, and sped off.

“I got to say, I kind of like the guy,” Dean laughed.

“Just drive,” you sighed at the younger brother.

Sam followed your instructions and kept Patrick’s car in sight at all times. Patrick went home, and you knew this is where his chips were going to be. It was a while since he left again, but when the coast was clear, you all got out and headed inside. Opening the door, your eyes landed on the note taped to the elevator doors which meant that the stairs were the only way to get to Patrick’s apartment.

“Well, I'm out.”

“I can use my magic, if you want. It might be a bit bumpy, but it works,” you offered.

“No, go without me. I’ll just slow you down.”

“Stay safe,” you whispered and kissed his head.

Your father nodded just as you and the two men left. Due to your more limber bodies, you and Sam moved up the stairs quickly with Dean lagging behind. He was out of breath, leaning against the railing, and rolling his eyes whenever he saw how far you and Sam were.

“Dean,” Sam said when he stopped on the second-floor landing.

The much older brother looked up and Sam pointed to the sign that informed people that it was only the second floor. He smirked lightly before continuing, and you walked on without a second glance at dean. He deserved this for what he did. Dean sighed, glared at the sign, and then continued with a determined look. Patrick loved on the third floor, so it didn’t take long to get to the room. You and Sam worked on picking the lock just in time for Dean to join you two. He was panting loudly as he limped over to you.

“I hate this,” he whispered when Sam got the door open.

The three of you headed inside and you quickly took a hard right to search one of the rooms while Sam and Dean went into another room. This was going to take all day, but luckily, you had another idea on how to find some poker chips. Your hands moved around each other just as a buildup of blue magic swirled between them. When there was enough magic, you let it loose around the room as it searched for you. If it got a match, it would hover over the spot.

The magic searched the entire room, but you weren’t getting anything. Just when you were about to lose hope, Dean called you and his brother into the room he was in. Your magic dissolved as you left, meeting Dean in front of a safe that was hidden behind some normal items.

“Dime-store model. Piece of cake,” Dean grinned.

He turned the dial, but he squinted his eyes because he couldn’t see the numbers. He leaned further and closer to it just in case it would help, but it didn’t seem to be working.

“It's like Mission: Pathetic. Watch out,” you scoffed, shoving Dean to the side.

You flicked a wisp of magic at the dial which unlocked it for you. The dial turned to the correct numbers before bouncing open.

“I could have done that,” Dean pouted.

“Yeah, right,” you shook your head.

Sam leaned in to grab handfuls of chips when you heard a throat clear from behind you.

“What are you doing?” a woman asked.

All three of you turned around to see a blonde woman standing there with a not-so-amused looking face.

“Aren't you the chick from the bar?” Dean asked, squinting at her.

“I'm a lot more than that,” she commented, throwing up a hand and closing it into a fist.

Sam and Dean double over in pain, but it was like her magic only affected them and not you. Probably had something to do with Amara and her magic running through your veins.

“What the hell are you doing to them?” you asked just as Patrick rushed into the room.

He put a hand on her arm to halt her movements.

“It's alright, Lia. It's alright. They're harmless,” he assured her.

She put down her arm, and Sam and Dean were fine just like that.

“Why didn’t it work on her?” Lia asked herself in confusion.

“You folks want chips? Take 'em. They're just chips, Einsteins. It's showmanship. This may come as a shock, but the magic does not lie in a pile of crappy plywood or in any phony abracadabra. It's in the nine-hundred-year-old witch. You folks want years? Score 'em the old-fashioned way. Texas hold 'em,” Patrick spoke as he chewed on his toothpick.

“Fine. Let’s do it,” Dean nodded.

Patrick pulled out a card from his jacket pocket and held it up to face Dean. It was the eight of hearts.

“What card am I holding?” he asked. Dean squinted but looked away in shame. “That’s what I thought. If your eyesight's that bad, what about your memory? I'm not a murderer. You, on the other hand…”

“No, Sam,” Dean sighed, already knowing where this was going.

“What, Sam not much of a player? What about you, darling?” Patrick asked when he looked at you. After none of you said a thing, he just smiled. “Okay, well, happy trails, Dean. Enjoy the twilight of your life. Should have taken better care of that ticker, though. You’re free to go.”

“Come on, Sam,” Dean sighed, leaving through the door that Patrick opened. You and Sam both followed, but Patrick stopped the taller Winchester at the door.

“Oh, but, Sam… your brother's situation—that's punishment enough, but I can't let you leave without a small parting gift,” he winked as he clapped three times.

“What the hell are you doing?” you asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

“Let's get out of here, Sam and Y/N,” Dean said.

“You wonder why your magic doesn’t work on me?” you said to Lia as the brothers left your side. “I’m a much more powerful witch than you thought. Don’t take it personal, it’s not just your magic that doesn’t work. It’s everyone’s.”

“Have a good day,” Patrick smiled as he closed the door.

Sighing, you left the apartment building and headed over to the three men waiting for you. Grabbing the handles of your father’s wheelchair, you wheeled him up the incline on your walk back to the motel room.

“You know, I still think I should play,” Sam started.

“No, no, no. You're not good enough. I'm better. Bobby's way better. We both lost,” Dean argued.

“Exactly.”

“So, what? So, I don't get a say in this anymore?”

“Sammy, when you get to be our age—”

“You're thirty, Dean! Look, I've watched you hustle plenty of poker—”

“Knowing the game is not enough, Sam. It's not about playing the cards.”

“It's about playing the other guy. I know that.”

“Well, hooray for you. All I'm saying is, I played this guy. I know his style. I can take him.”

“What about me?” you asked after you gave it some thought. The older men looked at you in silence.

“You’re not going in there,” Dean said.

“Come on. How many times have I beat you? Have I beat my dad? I can win. You don’t get as good as I am by not playing you. I learned a few things.”

“No, look, no one is playing him. We have to come up with something else. Plus, Bobby, you don’t have enough years in the bank.”

“I got enough.”

“You’ll die if you lose, dad.”

“So, what if I do, huh? What exactly am I living for, huh? The damn apocalypse? Watching men die bloody while I sit in this chair, can't take a step to help 'em?”

“Dad,” you whispered.

“No, no. It's the facts. I'm old... and broke down... and I can't...” he took a moment to breathe before speaking again. “I ain't a hunter no more. I'm useless. And if I wasn't such a coward, I'd have stuck a gun in my mouth day I got home from the hospital.”

You didn’t know the tears were rolling down your cheeks until you tasted the salt. It hurt you a lot to hear him say this.

“Bobby, you are not playing again. I'm not letting you do that. There's another way out of this. There's got to be, and I'm gonna find it,” Sam declared as he walked off. Dean noticed how sad you got after your father’s confession, and your dad saw it too.

“Y/N—”

“No, Dean!” you exclaimed, leaving their side. It was a nice day to take a walk, to take a break from all of this emotion and drama.

You didn’t know where you were going, but it felt nice to be away from the men for a while. You were able to think about what was going on without anyone else’s input. Your tears had dried on your cheeks, making the skin a bit tighter than usual. It was getting late, so you started to head back to the motel when your phone rang. Seeing it was Dean, you answered it immediately.

“What?”

“You still want to play?” Dean asked.

“Really? You’re going to let me?”

“We have a plan, and we need your help.”

“Tell me what I need to do,” you agreed.

After Dean told you all that you needed to know, you took a U-turn and headed to the bar you knew Patrick would be at. After taking the elevator ride down, you saw him with a man at a table. By the look on Patrick’s face, he was going to win and potentially kill this older man. Patrick chewed on a toothpick, and you eyed it before approaching the table.

“Hesh here is gonna live to see his granddaughter's bat mitzvah. Isn't that right, Hesh?” Patrick grinned as the older man got up

“Thanks again, Patrick,” the old man smiled as he left with the years he’s gained.

“Shalom, my friend. Shalom,” Patrick smiled.

“That was nice of you,” you commented as you sat down in front of him.

“I'm a nice guy. What can I do you for?”

“Deal,” you motioned to the cards.

“Where’s Sam?”

“You don’t get him, you get me. Now deal,” you crossed your arms just as Patrick smirked.

After Patrick dealt the cards, and you were well into the game, you kept eyeing the toothpick in his mouth. He has a glass of whiskey on the table, two cards in his hand, and several stacks of chips in front of him. Several chips are piled in the middle of the table next to the four of diamonds, a red court card, a black seven, the three of hearts, and a black two. Patrick takes out his toothpick to talk to you.

“I like you, Y/N. I do. You're smart, and your heart's clearly in the right place,” he said and placed his toothpick down next to his glass and picked that up to drink it. Looking at the toothpick, you clenched your jaw before looking at him in the eyes.

“I can tell a lot about a person by looking.”

“You mean you’re psychic.”

“No. That'd be cheating. I'm talking about good old-fashioned intuition.”

“Let’s just play.”

“We are playing,” he smiled, placing his glass down by the toothpick. “Does your boyfriend know you’re here?”

“Bet five,” you changed the subject and placed five chips on the pile.

“Didn’t think so,” he chuckled, and placed a stack of five chips on another stack of five and placed that on the growing pile. “I raise. Here you are, right? Trying to clean up their mess, and they still want to sit you at the kiddie table.”

“I can handle myself just fine,” you spoke lowly.

“Oh, that’s right. You’re some big-time witch. You think you can go off and make big girl decisions, fine. But just know I’m still gonna kick your ass into the nursing home.”

“Does this armchair-psychology routine usually work for you?”

“You tell me,” he laughed. “You’re the one who’s losing.”

Patrick chewed on the end of his toothpick as he shuffled the deck of cards. His pile of chips is a lot bigger than yours, but you knew what you were doing. No magic tricks, no cheating, just intuition and skill. You were going to win this thing. As your pile decreased, Lila walked in and approached Patrick. He places his toothpick down next to his glass just as she leaned down and kissed him. Rolling your eyes, you leaned back and crossed your arms.

“Little break?” Patrick asked with a wink once Lila pulled away.

“Take your time,” you smiled.

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badwritingbuttriessometimes · 5 years ago

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Spider Saviour

Based on the prompt “I know we’ve never talked before but there is a friggin huge spider in my apartment can you kill it for me?” from the prompt list I reblogged

Pairing: Tom Holland x neighbour!reader

Summary: Who knew a spider would’ve brought you and your semi-annoying neighbour together?

Warnings: spiders and killing spiders also bad ending as always

A/N: I’m Canadian (I think I said that earlier but just to reinforce) so I use u’s in words Americans don’t.

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You clock out after a long ten-hour shift at a fast-food place. It was supposed to be eight but then someone didn’t show up and the trainees didn’t know how to make coffee and the kitchen didn’t have enough patties so you had to stay to run the front counter. Walking towards the break room, you check your phone. 10:34pm, 17 degrees Celsius and raining with 80% humidity. Great. Just what was needed after being stuck in a sweaty restaurant for ten hours- humidity. You change from your uniform into jeans and a baggy t-shirt. You wished you could walk into work and not care about what you looked like but no, you had to look presentable in case someone you knew saw you and wanted to talk.

That was just the case tonight. You walk out from behind the counter and you see some people from high school. “Y/N! Hey! It’s been so long how are you? Come here come talk to us!” one said, waving you over to the group of four- five now with you.

“Hey guys, hows it been?” You say, trying so remember their names and what classes you had with them.

“I mean we don’t have Smith anymore so pretty damned good aha” The one who invited you over says.

“Ted, no ones laughed at that since high school grad. Don’t try and make it ‘happen’” a blonde girl said. You remembered her as Elle.

“So Ted and Elle haven’t changed, how’s life for you, Y/N?” A third person asked.

“I mean pretty good, I just got off a ten-hour shift so I’m pretty tired.”

“Oh wow ten hours?” 3 said.

“Yeah so sorry to leave so quickly I just need to be home in my bed with a drink and Netflix right about now.” You end with a small laugh and the group laugh with you, bidding you good-bye.

You finally reach your apartment when you notice your neighbour just closing the door. As you dig into your purse to find your keys you hear muffled voices and then a loud scream. Your neighbour comes running back out his his apartment with a pale face. “You... okay there bud?” You ask.

He slowly turns to look at you, squinting at your non-reaction to who he is. I mean I’m Tom Holland, why isn’t she freaking out? He thought. Finally, he says, “I know we’ve never talked before but there is a friggin huge spider in my apartment can you kill it for me?”

You eye him suspiciously. This absolutely jacked early-twenties guy is afraid of spiders? “Uh yea, sure, why not?”

“Is that a yes?”

“It is a yes. Where is it?” Your sk before adding, “if you say ‘there’ or just point I’ll put the spider in your coffee machine.”

“Okay follow me.” He says beckoning you into his place. It’s nice, muted tones, pretty clean aside from the take-out containers everywhere. He leads you to the drapes at the wall opposite the door and points to a big black dot. “That’s it.” He says

“Okay do you want me to kill it using the drapes or do you have a napkin or something I can- oh never mind.” You say cutting yourself off as you read in and grab the spider with your hand. It was a little bigger than a quarter and it didn’t move around your hand- it just sat there. Your neighbour stared at you in awe. “Okay now look away cause I’m gonna squish it now.” You say in a mocking tone.

“I think I can handle it, Love. I’m an actor. I’ve seen things to wouldn’t believe.”

With that comment you connect where you sort of recognized him from. He’s Tom Holland, the MCU Spider-Man.

“Oh you mean like blacked-out scripts and tennis ball Thanos?” You ask, clearly teasing him.

“So you do know who I am.”

“I do but that doesn’t change the fact you, Spider-Man, are afraid of spiders.”

“Yes, I’m quite aware of the irony, Love.” He crossed his arms as he leaned against the wall, watching the spider as it slowly moved around your hand. You watched it move, angling your hand so it wouldn’t fall. You moved the spider closer to him and he scooted away from you, about ten feet out of your reach. In a quick motion, the spider is squished between your fingers. You head to the sink to wash off the spider before you head down the hall to your apartment. Tom watched you in awe for the second time that night. How you could just reach and grab and hold a spider without flinching was beyond him. And you being able to just crush it was unimaginable. The way you smirked when you were teasing him was adorable and the slight blush you got when he called you Love made him want to call you Love all the time.

“Is that what you wanted? No beetle in the cupboard or ants in the drawer?” You ask, taking him out of his daze of admiration

“Should be, yeah. Can I buy you a drink as a thank-you?”

“Another time spider boy.”

“Spider-Man, actually.”

“Oh that’s just a nickname cause... y’know you’re a boy afraid of spiders. The Spider-Man thing is a coincidence. “

“Sure it is, Love.” As he said Love, a gentle blush rose to your cheeks, and he continues, “You can call me anything you want” he pauses as he strolls closer to you, “Love”. You didn’t think you could blush that much, but you thought you’d put it to the test.

“I guess I’ll call you tomorrow for that drink then?”

Tom smirked, enjoying your quick tongue. Before he could go off imagining what else you tongue could do, he said, “I’ll see you tomorrow” he leans in close so his face is maybe six inches from yours “Love”. You, being the queen of hard-to-get then step around Tom and towards your apartment.

“Wait what?” Tom asked. He thought you were going to kiss. He thought you had a moment.

“Is there something else you wanted?” You ask innocently.

“Yes, Love, there is.” You take a few steps closer to him, putting your hands on his chest.

“What is it?” His hands immediately go around your waist, slightly turn and dip you. His eyes go from your lips to your eyes and back again. You both lean in and it feels right. It feels like you were made for each other. It feels... short. Tom pulled back with a grin. “A kiss, Darling.”

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