#and anai found a boyfriend

[mazojo]

I’ve never felt more underwhelmed than while watching the last episode of Aggretsuko season 5

[ifancyharry]

Northern attitude (1)

in which YN moves to a small town in the Alps and Harry is her grumpy neighbor

word count: 8k

When YN got called to her boss’s office, that Friday morning, she was absentmindedly registering the data she’d gathered the day prior from the soil of a closed wildlife zoo. She had gotten so nervous, she accidentally tapped an extra zero on the computer and she had to do it all over again at home once she’d gotten an email from her supervisor telling her the numbers didn’t match. To say she was embarrassed was an understatement, and she’d gotten right at it, eager to correct it, despite her coworker telling her she could easily do it the following work day. 

As she had paved the short walk from her desk to her boss’s office she tried to think of something she’d done in the past days that would require such an odd behavior on her boss’s part. 

Of course her boss couldn’t possibly have known about the extra number error, unless Dante — her boss, who was a rather nice one and wanted his employers to call him by his first name, because it was such a unique name he couldn’t possibly answer to such a simple and common thing as ‘boss’ —  was some kind of supernatural being able to foresee the future. She frowned as she tossed the thought from her head. She likes to think she would’ve noticed if her boss was not human, but despite his uncommon name, he was a pretty normal guy, somewhat laid back and kind of understanding with his employees, so nothing stuck out in that sense.

There was another thing that came to mind when she tried to find a reason for his unpredicted call, probably much more possible than her starring in an episode of Supernatural with Dante, and that was, maybe, that her break up had finally caught up to her. She’d tried to keep it as low as possible, not that she had a lot of friends at work, but one coworker of hers was particularly noisy and would ask once in a while how her boyfriend, Aaron, was doing. So when said coworker had asked, she’d just shrug it off with a ‘he’s all right,' without mentioning how she’d found him in bed with her best friend only a week before. 

She’d kept her crying to a minimum, excusing herself to the bathroom every once in a while when the image of her boyfriend on top of her best friend crept inside her mind when she wasn’t busying herself with work. 

So she really can’t understand how Dante figured it out. Her work had been impeccable, and despite her many bathroom breaks, she swore nothing had changed in her demeanor.

YN doesn’t know why when something unexpected happens, she always thinks about the worst possible scenario. Her mind fogged with images of Dante firing her, Dante being a supernatural something, biting her head off because he predicted she’d type the wrong number and probably make his company go bankrupt, ruining a life’s work — of course YN didn’t have such responsibility (she was supervised in everything she did) and her job was rather dull, just a lot of bureaucracies and not as much research as expected. 

She certainly hadn’t imagined Dante’d called her in his office because he wanted to offer her a promotion. She honestly couldn’t believe her ears and she’d almost asked him to repeat himself had it not be for his endless monologue about the importance of team work and how she had to take one for the team, besides, moving to a small town in the Alps was nothing, and it was only for two years, so why would she decline? 

Wait. Moving? To the Alps? (She honestly doesn’t even know where the Alps are, but is too embarrassed to ask him, and promises herself she’ll google it once she gets back to her desk.)

Turns out, the position was vacant because her coworker Anais had just found out she was expecting a baby, so she couldn’t move anymore (especially to the Alps!, he’d said), and Dante had immediately thought of YN, because well, as he said, she was young and didn’t have anything holding her back. YN remembers she frowned at that, because she really didn’t have anything keeping her there, if not the possibility of running into her ex at the supermarket hand in hand with her friend.

With that in mind, she kind of accepted before really taking the time to think about it, desperate to get out of a place that felt suffocating all of a sudden. 

Dante had been ecstatic to hear that, going on and on about how they recently found out traces of a wild grizzly bear that had been thought extinct for many years, and how she’d love working in the field as opposed to her office job.

He explained how her living situation was already sorted out (and paid for by the company), she figured probably because Anais had done the house hunting prior to finding out she was pregnant and couldn’t go. Dante had told her she’d be leaving in two weeks, and the plane was non refundable so she couldn’t just change dates. Plus, he said, they were expecting her, so she better pack fast! (YN had felt ravish at that, because she never truly felt indispensable for her actual coworkers.)

She’d managed to pack all her and her dog’s — a one year old dachshund named Baguette —  stuff in ten days, making sure she had enough warm clothes to last her at least all winter, because as it turns out, she had googled where the Alps are, and they’re really, really, cold. Temperatures dropping below the zero in March cold.

YN, who, she’d like to think, wasn’t someone scared of changes and adapted to situations rather well, was kind of excited as she had gotten on the plane, ready to leave her life behind, because, really, how bad could it be?

. . .

Turns out, it was pretty bad. And when YN says bad, it means bad, because she isn’t one to use words lightheartedly. When she says bad, she means her suitcases got stalled at the airport because of custom checks bad. Gets dark at four in the afternoon bad. Had to walk in the freezing March weather (along a steep climb!), because there wasn’t any kind of public transportation kind of bad. 

So, yes, it was pretty bad. Not to completely drain her of her enthusiasm, but definitely enough to dim it. 

When she reached the gate of the house, she took her phone from her pocket and unlocked it, opening the mail’s app and looking for the one her landlord had sent her with all the details (he technically hadn’t sent it to her, but to Anais; Dante had forwarded it to her and assured her the landlord — a certain Mr. Styles, knew about her arrival and would greet her in his house — more like his garden — with open arms). 

She nodded to herself once she finished reading the instructions, opening the gate with the code Mr. Styles had written in the email. She repeated the combination of numbers a couple of times in her head, so she could remember it better in the future, and once she heard the gate had been unlocked, she pushed it open with one hand, looping her fingers around the embroidery on the metal.

“C’mon, Baguette!” She said, lowering to the ground and picking up her small dog. Baguette got extremely tired from walking and she certainly couldn’t blame her. She felt pretty tired too, almost enough to get already in bed at five in the afternoon and sleep though the night, and she let herself gleam in the cozy daydream while she paved the way to the small house she’d be staying in, annex to a much bigger one where she figured Mr. Styles (and probably his wife? His family? She didn’t know) lived in. She felt herself grimace once she realized she didn’t even have her pajamas, so before she could fulfill her little dream, she had to at least stop at a supermarket to get something to sleep in.

She prayed in her mind it was close, because really, she didn’t know how long she had before her feet would give up on her.

YN wasn’t one to pry on people’s personal spaces, never had been (not even when she passed her crush’s house in 8th grade and her mind begged her to take a quick peek inside to see if he was home) and she regarded houses as very personal, intimate, spaces, so she doesn’t know why, on her way to her own house, she stopped to get on her toes and look inside what seemed to be a kitchen window. The house seemed empty, the lights turned off expect for a small lamp in the corner, and she possibly couldn’t have known that Mr. Styles had just gotten out of his car and was walking towards her with a look that, had she seen it, probably would have scared her.

“What the hell are you doing?” He snapped, making her jump. She turned toward him right away, watching him shut the car door loudly, a stern look adorning his otherwise gentle features.

“Uhm… hello?” She questioned, furrowing her brows at him, “I’m YN, the — she cleared her voice and pointed with her thumb in the direction of the small house — the new tenant. Who are you?”

YN tried to rattle inside her brain if Dante had mentioned a flatmate she’d be sharing the house with, but nothing came to mind. So who was he? 

“YN?” He asked, the furrow in his brows only deepening. He had gotten incredibly close to her and YN felt unease at having her personal space involved like that, which is kind of ironic, must she say. 

She nodded, mumbling a small yes along with it.

“I thought Anais was supposed to come?” 

Did he know Anais? How did he know her? 

Oh! 

Oh. 

Could he be? 

He certainly couldn’t! 

He was much younger than she’d imagined!

She thought Mr. Styles would be an odd, off putting kind of elderly person, who maybe had a wife or an old dog Baguette could play with. She certainly couldn’t have imagined Mr. Styles was this handsome (yet scary), tall guy, with a mop of chocolate brown curly hair down to his shoulders, eyes as green as the deepest forest she dreamt about while reading fantasy books when she was younger, broad shoulders and… were those swallows she could see from the low collar of his white cotton shirt? And who wears only a shirt in this weather? He must be mad!   

“Oi!” He waved a hand in front of her face to catch her attention, “i’m talking to you.” 

She mumbled something incomprehensible and then she gulped before nodding her head, “sorry. Anais couldn’t come anymore, Dante told me you knew.”

She watched as Mr. Styles scoffed, muttering a ‘what a prick’ before shaking his head, a strand of curly hair falling in front of his eyes, which he pushed out of his face with a couple of gentle fingers. YN noticed the various rings adorning his hands, and she wondered for a brief moment wether they were a gift or if he’d buy them himself.

He looked over her briefly and YN shifted her weight from foot to foot, thinking he was probably wondering why she didn’t have any bags with her. She was getting ready to explain how the airport security had detained them, but the words haltered in her throat when she saw him raise a hand and letting the sleepy Baguette in her arms sniff it, before scratching his ear.

“What a cute doggy” he said, lowering himself to be face to face with the small dog, “what’s your name?” He asked directly to Baguette, and YN felt as if all of a sudden she was the dog and Baguette was her owner, and she blushed at that thought. 

“This is Baguette!” She chimed awkwardly.

“Ha” he snorted through his nose, “cute name. Baguette” he repeated, and the name rolled off his tongue so sweetly YN imagined what hers would sound like coming from his lips. Probably much more stern and less saccharine. 

 “Okay, I have to go.” He raised himself, making her jump a little in her place. He straightened his shirt and looked at her with a crossed look, “you know how to get in, right? Or do I have to explain that too?”

YN couldn’t possibly know what other things he had explained, but she wasn’t clueless and had realized Mr. Styles didn’t particularly like her, so she figured it was best to say she did and figure it out on her own. So, she nodded and he gave a short nod back, walking past her towards his own house. 

She watched him unlock the door with a set of keys and then disappear behind the front door, her gaze fixed on his broad shoulder covered only by the thin fabric of his shirt. She felt Baguette wiggle her tail from where she was holding her between her arms, and YN rolled her eyes at her dog, “of course you like him already! Traitor!”

. . . 

YN didn’t knock on Mr. Styles’s door with the intention of bothering him. 

She just wanted to ask him where she could buy something to sleep in and perhaps something to eat, an overpriced airport sandwich being the only thing she’d eaten all day. So, she thought, her intentions were pretty harmless, and it’s not like she was expecting an invite in for dinner or something like that! 

She truly didn’t mean to be a bother, but her stomach had started to grumble half an hour ago, and she dreamed of the hot shower she’d take after, which she couldn’t possibly take if she wasn’t certain she’d have something to sleep in comfortably. 

When a couple of minutes had passed and there was still no trace of Mr. Styles, she wondered whether he was even home. Her mind lingered just a second on the possibility that he was actually avoiding her, but YN was one of those people that always chose to see the good in others, so she got rid of the thought as quickly as it had come. 

She knocked on the door again, this time harder and firmer, and she waited patiently. She was almost about to give up, when the door opened before her with a swift movement that caught her off guard.

Mr. Styles looked displeased once he set his scrutinizing gaze on her figure, and YN could almost feel his eyes touch her. 

“What?” He asked, his brows furrowed on his forehead.

“I was just wondering if you knew a place where I could…like… it’s just that… I think you probably noticed, I don’t have my suitcases. And it’s honestly fine, the airport was packed so I don’t really blame them, and the hostess was so nice! She offered to refund me for the problem, but I didn’t want to go through all that… but now I really need my clothes so I don’t… ugh” she sighed frustratedly. YN tends to kind of talk really fast when she’s nervous. She’s always been like that, especially in front of boys, and her ex boyfriend always used to get mad at her for that — said it was embarrassing and made her look dumb; she’d tried many times to explain it wasn’t something she could control easily, but he’d suggested she’d fix it fast (especially if she wanted to meet his friends).

“Sorry” she exhaled, closing her blabbering mouth in a straight line. 

Harry waited for her to continue what she was saying, his face stoic and impossible to read, which didn’t help soothe her nerves. 

“Is there a place where I can get some clothes?”

“You moved across the country without clothes?” He asked, his brows closed in a furrow across his face that made YN even more nervous. She felt dumb. She wanted to explain what had happened without sounding silly.

“Ughhh, nooo. They kept my bag at check-in, so I don’t actually have any clothes, apart from these” she pointed towards her flimsy cotton sweatshirt that was definitely inappropriate for the cold weather. 

YN tried not to pay too much mind to the grimace of what seemed like disgust when Mr. Styles looked at her clothes, and she shifted uncomfortably on her feet while she waited for his response. 

“It’s almost six in the evening. Everything’s closed.” 

YN felt her heart fall into her stomach as her brain registered the words that came out of his mouth. 

Six. In the evening. 

Everything. Closed. 

“What?” 

Harry rolled his eyes at her surprise, “everything closes at five here. You didn’t know?”

YN felt hopeless because how could she have known! She’d literally been on a plane for ten hours! 

She looked at Mr. Styles with her big, widened eyes, and Harry didn’t have to wait for her to say it to know the answer.

YN felt like crying, right there in front of this man she didn’t even know the full name of. Her boyfriend had been right when he’d call her dumb. Because she was dumb. Who moves across the country this unorganized? 

“Look, I really need to go right now.” Mr. Styles broke the tense silence that had fallen upon them, and he watched as she nodded her head slowly, seeming lost in thought. 

“Okay.” She muttered, and it felt weird seeing her so quiet, but honestly, it wasn’t Harry’s problem. Her douchebag of a boss should’ve warn her, or at least she could’ve researched a bit on the place she was moving to!

He cleared his throat and YN woke up from her trance, she swiftly moved to the side to let him out. Harry closed the door behind him and locked it with his keys. 

He shivered as a gust of cold wind fell upon them, and he watched with the corner of his eye how YN tried to squeeze herself in the flimsy sweatshirt she was wearing. Ha. She didn’t even look up the weather first!

He kind of felt bad for her, in a remote part of himself, but he also judged her for her carelessness.

“Bye” she waved gently from beside him, and he nodded towards her in a form of greeting. 

He pretended to busy himself with his phone, not feeling like talking to her anymore, but when she started walking towards her own house, he looked up in her direction, his eyes on her back. 

Her shoulders were sagged and she displayed a very different demeanor than she did this morning. Harry shook the feeling of her sadness from his gut and walked towards his gate, ready to meet his friends.

. . .

YN was hungry. And she felt gross. And the combination wasn’t the best. 

She wanted to shower and lay down on her bed, that looked extremely comfortable and clean, but she was still wearing her airport clothes, and there was no way in hell she’d sleep in those.

She debated whether she could sleep naked, but it was way too cold for that, and she had work in the morning, so she didn’t want to call in sick her first day. 

She was hopeless.

For a minute, she was so hungry that she contemplated eating some of Baguette’s food, but then she felt so disgusted by the idea she felt like throwing up, so she decided it was probably better not to. She couldn’t afford to throw up the only meal she’d had all day. So, she waited. 

Her original plan was to stay up until 5 in the morning, go buy some pajamas and then nap for an hour until she had to wake up at 7.

But the combination of starvation and exhaustion didn’t really go well, because she was so tired she couldn’t keep her eyes open. She wondered for a moment if the ground was comfortable, and just as she was about to lay down and test it, she heard a knock on her door she almost believed she’d imagined at first.

She walked slowly to the door, her brows furrowed, and when she opened the door, she swears to god she was about to pass out. 

At her feet lay a tray with takeout boxes, she couldn’t see what was inside them, but she figured anything was better than eating Baguette’s food. Next to the tray was a grocery store bag, closed with the handles tied in a knot, and she picked it up curiously. 

She bent down to pick up the tray and she closed the door behind her with her foot. 

She opened the yellow grocery bag first, and she still remembers the sigh of relief she let out as she saw what was inside: a clean long sleeve t-shirt and a pair of blue plaid pajama pants. She could smell the sweet and clean smell of the fabric softener, and she inhaled the scent in deeply.

She put aside the clothes and opened the take out boxes, eager to eat something. She grabbed a fork from the pantry and opened the first box, which contained what seemed to be a homemade meal, some kind of pasta with tomato sauce and meat. She scooped up a big bite and she felt better already, her brain finally being fueled after a really tiring day. 

. . . 

When she lay in bed that night, fresh off the shower and her tummy full with the best pasta she’d ever eaten, she cuddled with Baguette next to her and her mind wandered off to Mr. Styles. Maybe, she hadn’t really bothered him that much after all.

. . . 

Harry hates people. And, therefore, he hates places full of people. Especially supermarkets. He hates supermarkets. 

All those people in line, carts crushing into each others because of the carelessness of their owners, the annoying, commercial music coming from the speakers insinuating itself into his ears, the loud echo of voices commuting in one big buzz. 

He hates supermarkets and most especially waiting in line. The self-check out was the best addiction to the small town’s supermarket, and ever since he’d found out how to scan his items by himself, he’d never, not once, gone back to the served check out. Apart from today, that is. Because the other registers appeared to be broken, and they couldn’t have picked a worse day to be, in his opinion. Rush hour, in a small town, is around 4 in the afternoon, and Harry knew that, and he had always tried to avoid the supermarket at that hour, but Niall had called, and he needed  some kind of special sausage they only had at that particular supermarket, and when Harry had groaned, he’d swat at his arm playfully and he’d said: “you should thank god I feed you!”, and that was true in all its entireness, so Harry couldn’t really find it in him to argue with that. So, that’s what he was doing, at 4 in the afternoon, rush hour, holding a pack of a dozen sausages because his friend needed it.  

He was lost in his thoughts when he heard her. That sweet voice that had taunted him the night before, so much he had asked Niall for some of the pasta he’d prepared “in case he got hungry later”, of course, that wasn’t entirely the reason. The reason being the cute and annoying girl standing in line a person before him, and the thought of her starving and with nothing but a cotton sweatshirt to shield her from the inevitable cold of the night. 

“I’m so sorry it’s taking me so long,” he heard her say, as she let out a nervous chuckle through her mouth, “I just can’t find my card”. 

“Only cash with this register, lady. There’s a sign right there” the cashier pointed towards the sign and YN felt herself get red with embarrassment. Eager to get it over with, she had run to the first opened register she could find, not paying much attention to her surrounding, which, she then realized, she probably should’ve.

“I just flew in last night, I still haven’t got time to…” she shook her head as she realized the cashier didn’t care. Of course she didn’t. Once again, she felt silly and alone. 

“Okay” she whispered to herself, “i’ll just leave it all here and come back later?” 

Harry, that was standing in line just a person from her, had listened to the exchanged quite attentively, and he’d rolled his eyes at her.

He cleared his throat and she snapped her head in his direction, and he didn’t miss the way her cheeks had turned pink once she’d recognized him. 

“I’ll pay for her things” he offered, and the person in front of him, a middle aged man, breathed out a sigh of relief and whispered a “thank god” that YN didn’t miss. She smiled apologetically at the man, who didn’t even as much as throw a glance at her, and she watched as he stepped to the side to let Harry pass before him.

YN started packing her bags and she refused to look at Mr. Styles as he paid for her groceries and his own, too embarrassed to acknowledge the encounter that had just happened. 

When he passed her, he grabbed one bag from the floor and started walking towards the exit of the supermarket, and YN watched as his bicep flexed under the weight of the bag. 

She hurried to pick up his pace, and once she found herself walking at his side, she opened her mouth to thank him: “thank you so much, Mr. Styles. I genuinely didn’t know, otherwise I never would’ve chosen that register! The sign was just so small and I never pay attention to my surroundings so it was an honest mistake, I swear!” 

Harry rolled his eyes for what seemed like the millionth time, “will yeh stop calling me Mr. Styles? ’s not like I’m bloody fifty years old!” 

“Sorry” YN blushed embarrassed, as she tried to walk quickly beside him. His legs were very much longer than hers, and he walked pretty fast despite the added weight of the groceries.

“What should I call you?” 

“Harry.” He groaned, rolling his eyes. 

“Ok. Harry.” She said, nodding her head, liking the way his name sounded rolling off her tongue. “I will send you the money right away, I’m so sorry you had to do that for me” 

“’s fine. Don’ worry ‘bout it.” 

YN cleared her throat and nodded, looking down at her shoes as she kept walking beside him. Every once in a while, she would lose her balance due to the weight on her hands, and her arm would brush against his, the contact not going unnoticed by her. She wondered if he noticed too and if he cared, she knew he probably didn’t, but it was nice.

“Oh!” She remembered as they walked their way back to his house, “thank you for the food, too. And of course the clothes!!! You didn’t have to, but thank you. I was so hungry you have no idea. And the food was so so so good! Did you make it?”

“No.” He answered briefly. 

“Well… it was really yummy. I’ll have to meet the chef!” She joked, and because she felt her arm get tired, she switched the bag to her other hand, trying to balance the weight, “are they from around here?”

“Yes.” 

YN nodded understandably, “You know, I was a little scared to come here because I’d be all alone. Well, not entirely alone because I have Baguette, but… I’m so happy you’re my neighbor! You’re so nice” 

Harry snorted through his nose at her words, “tha’s a first”, but YN, even if she heard him, didn’t say anything. 

When they finally reached the house, Harry walked her to the door and placed the bag on the ground, massaging his arm that had gone a little bit sore. 

“Thank you” she repeated, smiling warmly at him. 

Harry shrugged and was about to turn around, when he heard her say “wait! Do you want to see Baguette?” 

. . . 

Harry left her house about half an hour later, incredibly late and with his phone blowing up from Niall’s calls. 

He had looked around quickly once he’d walked inside, and he noticed some of her belongings scattered around the living room, some pillows that he didn’t recognize as his own lying on the couch. He wondered for a brief second what her room looked like, not regarding the furniture (that he had picked a long time ago with his mother), but what it looked like with her living in it. Did she change the sheets or did she keep the ones he chose? Was it tidy or messy? Did she sleep with Baguette? 

It was weird to him, thinking this way about her, because never would he have thought of her as more than an annoying girl. But, he could admit she was kind of cute. Annoying, but definitely cute. 

He had played with Baguette while YN put away the groceries, and they didn’t talk much because he didn’t feel like talking. He’d never given much confidence to people he didn’t know, and, despite YN calling him ‘nice’, he didn’t really know much about her.

He had excused himself after about twenty minutes of playing with Baguette, and after a quick rub on the dog’s belly, he left her house without muttering more than a ‘bye’.

He didn’t care if he came off as rude, he’d always been that way, and he certainly wasn’t about to change for this girl he met just the day before!

. . . 

YN loved her work. 

Since she was little, she’d always loved wild animals, and she’d dreamed one day of doing the job she’s supposed to do now: gather sources about this rare bear that had been sighted and write a report about it to send to Dante. If the report was good, she’d be published on Dante’s scientific magazine, which was a great opportunity for YN to get her name out there and be regarded in the scientific community. 

All this was, honestly, easier said than done, because since the moment she stepped foot inside her new office, she received nothing but glares from her coworkers. Apparently, everyone was gutted about Anais’ replacement, and she tried really hard to be kind and explain that “no, Anais isn’t coming! But it’s a beautiful thing because she’s pregnant!!!! Dante sent me, I’m no Anais but I can try”, but, despite her big efforts, she was met with the indifference of the others. 

She thought once on the field, the interviews would’ve gone a little better, because she was nice and she figured people loved nice, but as soon as she tried to talk to someone about this sighting, they recognized her immediately as a non-local (which apparently was a big deal) and refused to talk to her, feigning ignorance at her questions. 

She felt defeated. And she started questioning for a bit whether moving to this small town was even a good idea in the first place.

Of course, she’d escaped from her ex and from the possibility of ever meeting him again, but was it worth it? In that moment, she couldn’t say.

When she returned to her office that Thursday afternoon, she tried to gather the little information she had gotten, but it wasn’t even close enough to write the introduction!, so she closed her laptop with a heavy sigh, full of her disappointment, and she promised the day after she’d do better. 

The day after, YN decided to do what she did best back at her previous job, figuring maybe that the excessive responsibility had influenced her work. She decided she’d take a walk on the reserve and try and gather as many sources from the territory she could. 

The bear had been spotted inside a terrain one hour down a three hour long pathway, which, for a wildlife animal, was pretty dangerous. She couldn’t even imagine what would happen if someone stumbled across the bear, and she truly feared for the animal’s life, knowing all too well human’s cruel nature. 

The walk was tough, and the muscles in her legs were burning with fatigue. After about forty minutes of walking, she decided she’d stop at the first refuge she’d find, drink a little water and maybe even grab something hot to drink to warm up her freezing hands. 

She spotted a cabin after a couple of miles, and she felt her heart jump happily in her chest at the thought of finally resting for a bit. She tossed her backpack into the ground and put away the little journal and pen she’d kept in handy to scribble down things she observed along the pathway. 

Once inside the small cabin/cafe, she immediately felt her insides warming up. Everything was made out of wood, including the ceiling, and she observed how every chair had cute, fluffy blankets draped across the backrest. 

The place was just what she needed after a really long and tiring walk, and she regarded with contentment how she was the only customer. 

“Hello!” A shrilling voice called behind her, and she jumped in her place a little at the sound. She turned around immediately and she smiled at a blonde guy that was standing behind the counter. He was tying a blue apron behind his back and once he’d secured it, he cleaned his hands on its front, smiling warmly at her once their eyes met. 

“Hi” she said, shyly, “could I get some hot cocoa, please?” 

“Yes! Of course!!” He beamed, and YN wondered if she was maybe the first customer of the day or if he acted this way towards everyone that came in. 

“Here or to go?” 

“Here, thank you.” 

“Okay! Just take a seat and I’ll bring it to you in a moment”.

YN nodded her head at his words and took place at a small table near a big window that overlooked the entire valley. 

She’d been to the mountains just once with her family when she was very little, but she’d always dreamt of living in a slow-paced, small town, as opposed to the big city she left behind. 

She loved the green and the sun shining high in the sky warming her skin, and she loved drinking hot drinks in spring. She wasn’t really a fan of the snow, though, that had always seemed to scare her, and she was happy she had both spring and summer to get through before the winter, and she figured she’d probably be accustomed to the place once it’d start snowing, so she decided not to worry too much about that now.

She fished out of her backpack her journal and started reading through her notes to see if there was something remotely good to start with.

 unusual path for a bear 

 too many houses in proximity of the sighting

 not much food can be found on the trail 

    (…)

She figured it was not much but a start nonetheless. 

She was so engrossed by her notes she didn’t even hear the nice blonde guy approaching her, so when he placed the cup in front of her she jumped a little in her place.

“Woah, easy there! Yeh’re a jumpy thing, aren’t ya?” He giggled, pushing the cup in front of her as soon as she cast aside the journal.

She blushed immediately at his words, “sorry” she muttered. 

“’S fine, didn’t mean to embarrass you”

She threw him a quick smile before glancing down at her hot chocolate, and she noticed happily that he had topped it with a big amount of whipped cream. 

“Wait!” He chimed before she could take a sip of her drink, “forgot something.”

He ran back towards the kitchen and came out as quick as he went, holding a small, ceramic, plate in his hands. 

He put it on the table in front of YN and smiled warmly at her, “Freshly made ginger biscuits!” 

YN felt like crying. 

This was the first time someone was so nice to her, and after the fiasco she went through with her interviews, she really could use someone that at least acknowledged her. 

Of course, Harry had been nice, too, but in the days that had come, she’d seen less and less of him, and she’d started to wonder whether he was actually avoiding her. 

“This is so good!!! Thank you” she beamed, finally feeling relaxed after what seemed like a long time but was actually just less than a week.

“Do you want to sit? If you’re not… busy?” She gestured to the empty seat in front of her and watched as he sat immediately in the chair, placing his elbows on the table.

“Usually there’s more people around but… you know, ’s rush hour, so…” 

YN threw a glance at the clock on the wall, that ticked 3.58 pm. “Rush hour?” She asked, curiously. 

“Oh! Yeah. I don’t where you’re from, but here, rush hour is at around 4 because everything closes at 5.30” he shrugged, stealing a cookie from the plate on the table between them.

YN nodded and took a sip from her drink, “shouldn’t there be more people if it’s rush hour?”

He furrowed his brows and cleaned his mouth from the cookie’s crumbles with the back of his hand, “no”.

YN nodded understandingly once again, even if she didn’t truly understand his thought process. She figured in small towns people lived differently. 

“Are yeh here on vacation?” He asked her and she tried not to feel too disappointed that he understood right away that she wasn’t a local. 

“No” she shook her head, “I moved here last Monday. I’m here for that bear sighting” 

“Oh” she noticed his eyes widened, “nasty stuff that was! I hope that bear ’s long gone by now!” 

She frowned at his words; she really would have liked seeing a real-life bear.

She chatted with him — she’d found out his name was Niall — for what felt like minutes but was actually an hour, and once she’d realized how late it had gotten, the sky had turned dark and gloomy, and she’d hurriedly collected her things and payed for her order, saying bye to Niall with the promise of coming more often. The clock ticked 5.13 pm and she figured it wouldn’t really be that dangerous to walk back home. It wasn’t late in the night, and despite the dark sky, it was still mid afternoon. So, after saying goodbye to Niall, she threw her backpack across her shoulder and started walking back. 

Five minutes in her walk and she was already feeling uneasy. She hadn’t noticed at first but on the pathway there weren’t any lights, so she couldn’t see more than her own two feet; any little shadow or sound seemed to scare her, and it took her a lot of convincing to not just go back and ask Niall to take her home. The option had seemed tempting, but what could he really do? Close the cafe just because she was scared of the dark? and, despite talking his ear off all afternoon, who even was he? YN had a reputation for being easy going and able to make friends with pretty much everyone, but time had taught her that not everyone wanted to actually be her friend. 

That thought made her think about Harry, and how she hadn’t seen him in almost five days. After he had played with Baguette in her home, she thought she had found if not a friend at least someone to hang out with, now that she was in a new place completely alone, but maybe, she’d figured, it was Harry that didn’t want to hang out with her. He had seemed pretty grumpy, but she’d seen through his facade pretty quickly, and she had thought he was actually nice. Now, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was just a one time thing.   

She clutched the strap of her backpack extra tight as soon as she heard the sound of a car behind her, the headlights of the car illuminating her and the path before her. She shivered as the sudden thought of being alone on a street with no way of escaping came to her mind, and she picked up her pace to walk quicker. Beside her fear, there was also the question on how could someone drive in this particular pathway that, as she knew, was actually closed to cars. 

She was wondering if the driver had some kind of permit, when the car — that actually seemed more like a pick up — stopped beside her. She unintentionally turned her head to look inside, and before she could say anything to the guy inside, he beat her to it: “what the hell are yeh doin’ here alone?” 

She looked at Harry with wide eyes, her face half hidden behind the darkness of the sky, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she realized it was him and not someone who wanted to hurt her. 

“I lost track of time” she said shyly, chewing on her bottom lip anxiously. 

“Get in.” He ordered, and she saw him unlock the car doors with a button on the steering wheel. 

“No, it’s okay! I can just walk, it’s not that far…” 

“Get in!” He stressed, but, “please” he added, once he realized his tone may have come out a little too sternly. 

“Okay” she whispered, wrapping her fingers around the handle of the car door and opening it. She threw her backpack on the car mat at the end of the seat and placed a hand on the car door to balance herself. The pick up was a little tall, so she had to literally climb inside the truck with her legs. She hoped she didn’t make too much of a fool out of herself. 

He grabbed her arm to help her, and once she was settled in the seat, he let it go quickly, almost as if he was uncomfortable with touching her. 

He didn’t say anything for a while, but YN noticed how he turned on the heat as soon as he saw her hugging herself against the cold. 

The pickup was big, but she could still smell his perfume — or cologne? She didn’t know — lingering in the air. 

YN stayed silent, not wanting to bother him, although it proved to be kind of difficult for her, because she wanted to ask him a lot of things. 

She remembers thinking he was mad at her. She still doesn’t know why, and why in the world could he possibly be mad at her, but, still. Aaron used to get angry over the most silliest things, so she figured every guy was the same. 

She almost caught herself asking him, but she remembered pretty quickly Aaron’s words: “not everyone wants to be your friend”.

She still had a little trouble understanding that. 

She heard Harry clear his throat, and she wondered if he was about to talk, so she patiently waited. He didn’t. He seemed antsy, and YN noticed how tightly he was gripping the wheel, so, she decided to ease the tension between them with the thing she did best: asking questions. 

“How are you allowed to drive here? Do you have some kind of permit? Because I researched the territory for my article and it strictly said ‘no cars allowed, must be on foot’, sooo… how can you? Are you some kind of… I don’t know — she shrugged, pouting her lips thoughtfully — are you some kind of boss, around here? That’s why people cook for you?”

Harry closed his brows in a furrow and brought his left hand up to massage his temple, “no” he simply said. 

“What does ‘no’ mean?” 

“It means no.” He said matter of factly. 

“Ugghh — she huffed — I know what ‘no’ means! I was asking figuratively. Are you always this grumpy?” 

“Thought yeh said I was nice” he grinned, a dimple denting his cheek. 

“Forget it” she mumbled, turning her head to look outside the window; there wasn’t much to see, with all the darkness, but anything was better than looking at him. 

“I’m not ‘some kind of boss’” he mocked her amused, glancing at her quickly before averting his gaze back on the road, “I own the terrain, so I can do whatever I want on it”.

YN turned her head to look back at him, wondering if he was making fun of her or if he was actually serious. He seemed serious. 

“You own it?” 

“Yeah” he nodded, amused by her reaction. 

“I can’t believe it”

“Why?” 

“This was were the bear was spotted! I could have asked you all along instead of interviewing people who closed the door in my face!” She pouted, crossing her arms in front of her chest. 

“They really closed the door in your face?” He asked, furrowing his brows, the smirk disappearing from his face quickly and his lips closing in a tight line. 

“Yeah” she huffed, “but it’s okay. I mean… I get it if they don’t want to talk to me but… I really need to do my job! I really wouldn’t bother them if it wasn’t necessary”

“They closed the door in your face. It’s not okay.” He said sternly, back to his old grumpy self, “who did you talk to?”

“Oh… that woman that lives in the first house right after the cafe. Wait. Do you know the cafe?”

Harry snickered at her question, “yeah, I heard of it”.

“Just her?” He added. 

“No” she shook her head, “I talked to Mr. Donovan too. I remember his name because Matt Donovan is a character in one of my favorite series! So… pretty easy to remember. He was actually nice before I told him I was writing an article for a magazine. He closed the door without even saying bye” she shrugged.

“That’s not okay” he repeated. 

“Well, it’s no problem at all now!!!! Because I can just ask you” she beamed, clapping her hands excitedly. 

“No. I wasn’t here that weekend” 

“What?” She asked, looking at him with big eyes. 

Harry refrained himself from laughing. “Yeah.” He nodded, “i wasn’t here. Sorry” 

“Great.” She groaned, tossing her arms in the air, her enthusiasm quickly dissolving. 

She heard him laugh through his nose, “i’m taking the piss out of yeh. I was here”

“Oh thank god!” she sighed relieved, finally seeing some ray of sunshine coming her way, “you’re cruel! don’t ever do that again!” She pointed her finger at his face and then swatted his arm when she heard him chuckle. 

thank you for reading!!!! i love you all, let me know if you'd like part 2 and what you want to see happen 💖

[whisperingwisterias]

Aggretsuko and Identity

Aggretsuko is an anime about figuring your life out, it’s about finding where you fit into things and discovering what you really want. But above all it is about identity and how much it influences how people see you. While Retsuko’s identity as a death metal enthusiast is humorous and silly, the way she handles that identity teaches us a lot about how we handle our own identities.

Although Retsuko is aware of and comfortable with her identity as a lover of death metal music to herself, it’s not a part of her that she wants to be seen by other people. And so instead, she separates her identity: the sweet, feminine, and professional part of her that everyone at work gets to see, and the angry, raging, death metal part of her that is just for herself. And so, while still being genuine, her identity becomes a sort of performance for those around her. She dresses in feminine clothes and wears mascara and speaks in a polite, sweet tone so that she fits in socially and doesn’t arouse any suspicion or curiosity towards her hobbies. In the first episode she irrationally stresses out over any cracks in this performance, like wearing the wrong shoes to work; and even when her feminine identity just brings her more trouble from the hands of her boss, she still attempts to keep up her “performance” no matter what. The concept of a performed identity is not limited to just Retsuko and her love of death metal in the show either. Retsuko also worries about finding a romantic partner so that she can leave her horrible job one day, and spends a lot of time worrying about whether she’s presenting herself in the right way to get a boyfriend, even dedicating herself to learning yoga in case it makes her more desirable. Anai also puts on a front to mask parts of himself from the office, coming across as very enthusiastic and kind when in reality he is quick to get offended and verbally aggressive to anyone who opposes him or makes him feel talked down to.

However, the show also portrays Retsuko as being much happier once she focuses less on performing her identity for others and instead embracing who she is. When she lets the fear of being found out drive her, she distances herself from having a friendship with Gori and Washimi, but when she lets them see that part of her, they become some of her best friends and her greatest supporters. When she focuses so much on keeping up her feminine persona she lets herself get walked all over by her boss who insults her, demeans her, and takes advantage of her by giving her an unfair share of work. However, by embracing her love of death metal, she is finally able to stand up for herself and be as confident as she knew she could be.

Identity is a hard thing for us to define for ourselves, but I think Aggretsuko tries to say that we don’t need to put on a performance and let others define it for us. No matter who we are or what we love, it’s all a part of our identity and something that we should be able to be confident in.

[iridescentxstars]

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐊𝐞𝐲: [M] — Mature content/warnings | 🌹 — NSFW | ✨ — Rewritten | ✅ — complete | ❌ — unfinished/discontinued/missing links

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫-𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲. 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞.

This masterlist contains all fics that have been archived for various reasons. This does not mean that they are not good enough to read, you are welcome to read and enjoy them. Some of these have been rewritten and the old stories can be found here.

ೃ⁀➷ Kim Jongin | BangChan | On-Going Series | Completed Series | Drabbles | Misc

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢-𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

[ ✧.* ] Something New [part one] [part two] — camboy!jongin x reader x camboy!sehun [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹✅ [ ✧.* ][M] A Dangerous Game — vampire!chanyeol x human!jennifer x vampire!minseok 🌹❌ [ ✧.* ] Soulmates [jongin] [chanyeol] — soulmate!idols x soulmate!readers ❌ [ ✧.* ] Love By CPR — doctor!jongin x reader 🌹❌ [ ✧.* ] Living Arrangements — boss!jungkook x reader 🌹❌

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

[ ✧.* ][M] Rule Breakers — stripper!jongin x parent!ayla [spin off to unwind by @oh-beyond] 🌹✅

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬

[ ✧.* ] His First Love — idol!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Warm Caramel And Honey Blonde — professor!jongin x barista!alice [ ✧.* ] Under The Mistletoe — actor!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Catch Me If You Can — detective!jongin x gang!reader [ ✧.* ] If Only — ceo!jongin x reader | ceo!jongin x yoona [side] [ ✧.* ][M] Behind Closed Doors — bodyguard!jongin x ceo!reader x ceo!ravi 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Play Pretend — vampire hunter!jongin x vampire!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Wrong Move — detective!yoongi x detective!shai x criminal!jongin [ ✧.* ] Jealous — idol!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] She's A Fighter — student!jongin x student!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Gentle — idol!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Aim To Please — idol!jongin x dom!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Ice, Ice Baby — idol!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Obsession — yandere!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Confession — devil!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] In The Club — devil!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Game Of Possession — idol!jongin x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Petty Jealousy — idol!minseok x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] As The Thunder Rolls In — ambiguous!junmyeon x reader [ @x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Mirror — idol!yixing x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Take Care Of Me — sub!baekhyun x mummy!reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Come On Over — idol!jongin x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Cruel Queen — mafia!chanyeol x mafia!reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] A Point To Prove — idol!yuto x poc!reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Never Love Again — fuckboy!lucas x reader [due to be rewritten][@danseurehonte]

[ ✧.* ][M] A Life With You — yandere!prince!taemin x reader x prince!jongin [present] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] The Gift That Keeps On Giving — ambiguous!taemin x reader x boyfriend!hakyeon [present] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] You're Hired — ceo!taemin x reader x ceo!jongin 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Delusional Fantasy — hades!leo x persephone!reader [ ✧.* ] Warmth — idol!jongin x reader 🌹❌ [ ✧.* ] Long Drive — ambiguous!minseok x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Little Wolf — werewolf!junmyeon & werewolf!reader [ ✧.* ] My Darling, You Are Perfect — idol!yixing x alice [ ✧.* ] Happy Birthday, Yixing — idol!yixing x reader [ ✧.* ] Mutual Agreement — idol!yixing x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Ritual Gone Wrong — demon!yixing x reader [ ✧.* ] Do You Wanna Build A Snowman? — best friend!baekhyun & anais [present] [ ✧.* ] Fucking Fortnite — brother!baekhyun & reader [ ✧.* ] His Awakening — dragon!jongdae [ ✧.* ] Best Of Both Worlds — idol!jongin x reader x idol!jungkook 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Secret Santa — college!namjoon x reader [present] [ ✧.* ] The Competition — idol!sehun x reader [ ✧.* ] Cookie Time — idol!sehun x reader [present] [ ✧.* ] Late Night Coffee — model!sehun x photographer!alice [ ✧.* ] Sweet Like Chocolate — idol!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] I Promise You — idol!jongin x alice [ ✧.* ] First Date — idol!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Crayons — ambiguous!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Stone Cold — ex!jongin x reader | soulmate!jongin x soulmate!oc [side] [ ✧.* ][M] God Sent An Angel — angel!jongin x reader | baekhyun x reader [side] [ ✧.* ] Tender Love — idol!jongin x alice [ ✧.* ] Study Break — ambiguous!jongin x reader [present] [ ✧.* ] Christmas Crush — friend!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Jongin's Christmas Miracle — idol!jongin x ayla [ ✧.* ][M] New Life — boss!jongin x barista!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Drunk Mind, Sober Heart — best friend!jongin x alice 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Say Yes — fallen angel!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Jongin The Ripper — killer!jongin x ??? 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Break Me — vampire!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Consequences — prince!kyungsoo x reader [ ✧.* ] World's Best Dad — best friend!kyungsoo x parent!reader [ ✧.* ] Love Confessions — college!kyungsoo x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Fill Me Up — hybrid!chanyeol x hybrid!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Naughty Kitty — hybrid!jongdae x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Oh, You Tease — idol!minseok x reader 🌹

[bionibots]

Kiss Me in Komorebi+ | Meet Rune Tégner

Here comes Rune, a very special charming dude for Daniel @rainymoodlet

Name: Rune Tégner | He/Him | Pansexual Age: 36 , 6′3 or 1.93 meters Zodiac: Virgin Traits: Creative, Adventurous, Loves Outdoor Aspiration: (custom) Voice Virtuoso 😏 Career: Lyric Sing-Songwriter (official title at Ministry of Labor) 🤭

Who is Rune Tégner?  This handsome Italian/Swedish multitalented soul is a Simtuber, Songwriter and Daddy. He graduated at Britechester in Fine Arts with a distinguished degree and travelled the world. Has a bunch of hobbies like cooking, doing yoga and fitness, loves to travel, enjoys the nature, knows how to catch fishes. Yeah sit down by the campfire and once he start to play his guitar? Dude, you will be mesmerized by his voice along with his poetic love songs. Rune does believe in love. He is sort of romantic but not in a extreme way. Nothing kitschy nice stuff, you know! 

Backstory, Lifestages Quirks, Fav’ Playlist, and an Interview are below the cut. Maybe I went up and over the horizon.🤪 

PS: If you found some errors - please keep them 😝 getting a bit tired over here. But I’m super thrilled to see who will win Daniels’ heart! Please enjoy him!  🥰 😌

BACKSTORY 

Rune was born in Gothenburg, Sweden. His mother left Italy (Florence) for Gothenburg when she was 19 to work as a principal dancer at the Gothenburg Opera.

Eventually, they moved to Stockholm as his father, Ruben, established a company for mergers and acquisitions, also known as M&A. Tégner M&A Investments is widely known and successful in various sectors globally.

Success has always driven Rune's father. Whenever Rune failed to follow orders, Ruben punished him. He plotted his whole future for him:  Rune was supposed to study economics and be his successor. Once there was a quarrel where Rune rebelled against his father. Ruben hurt him by becoming violent. Hence the nose scar.

He said that creative careers would not bring much bread, that he was nothing special, and would never succeed as an artist. Rune should pursue a more grounded career.

However, their father/son relationship broke at 16 when Rune tried to explain he had a boyfriend. He also explained that he does not mind which gender his partner has. Runes' pansexuality is something his father refused to accept until today. Ruben told him he was not his son. A son of his would never act against nature's laws. In the aftermath, bitterness and deep disappointment arose on both sides. Not a word has Rune exchanged with his father since he moved out. Unlike his mother, she unconditionally loves and accepts her son. Rune has a younger brother. Alarik - he is 16 years younger than him. You guessed it, Ruben wanted another child - a replacement! The young man admires Rune and might be motivated to venture out and pursue his dreams as well.

After coming out at 16, Rune stayed with his first boyfriend.

At Britechester he studied Fine Arts and graduated with a distinguished A+ degree.

After graduation Rune broke up his relationship with is first boyfriend. They drifted apart.

Being single again, he needed some time to explore himself. For the first time in his life, he experienced the freedom to enjoy life. Yes, it was an eye-opener for him. He traveled to Selvadorada, where he learned how to meditate, and Yoga became a new thing. As a result, he developed a love for nature.

Being out in the nature and traveling gave him space to think about his future and what he wanted to achieve in his life.

Rune traveled the world until he met Anais in Tartosa. Not long after, they were both blessed with an adorable son named Elias. Elias is ten now. After almost eight years of dating, he proposed to her and planned on getting married.

One day Rune had a rather crucial meeting with the famous record label Brindle Melodies. Sometimes, though, you find yourself in weird situations when you're stressed. He forgot to take his songs with him. By the time - Rune got home to get the papers, he had to face reality. His fiancée romanced another guy in their bedroom. Surely, you can imagine that Rune called off the engagement, and yes, they broke up. The deal with the record label didn't work out that day, either, due to extreme delays. He canceled the deal.

His relationship collapsed, leaving him angry and disappointed, but instead of arguing, he left her without saying anything to her. He only talked to her about Elias. Elias stayed with his dad because Anais is very success-driven and said she wanted to pursue her career now. 

Rune finally realized that the two didn't have much in common. Both had different perceptions of their lives. They should have never dated each other in the first place. Yet, in conclusion? Rune does not regret it because Elias is the best thing that could have happened to him. Of course, he has obtained custody of his son.

For two years now, he has devoted himself exclusively to his son and his career. As a Simstuber he produces his music videos and writes song lyrics. His loyal followers adore his talent, and his channel is growing - rapidly. Last year he established his first music label 'Tunely Records' with plans to release his first music album soon.

He wrote some special lyrics like: Shades of You, Destiny Smoke, Wild Minds, and a new song is in the pipe: Love or leave.

Rune and Elias have a deep bond together. They are best buddies. So, whoever wants to love Rune? No doubt, they must also make room for Elias in their hearts. Rune is a relationship person. It took him a while to recover, and now after almost three years, Rune is ready to give love another shot.

LIFESTAGES

16yrs: Broken relationship with his father Ruben, came out of the closet as pansexual, moved out

18yrs: Applied to Britechester, received a scholarship due to his musical talent

22yrs: Broke up with his first boyfriend after graduation, He traveled the world.

26yrs: Met Anais, got his son Elias

34yrs: Relationship broke, due to her cheating

36yrs: Single Father, Founder of ‘Tunely Records’, Successful Simtuber and Musician

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CHARACTER

Rune is a very private person, who does not like to be the center of attention but he loves music. 

He is logical, practical and systematic

Hyper-aware of every detail, be it food or whatever he does

Perfectionist, sometimes he needs someone to stop him because beauty exists within our imperfection, too.

He hates whoever raises voices when having an argument. If someone does that? Be in the know he will leave the room! He will come back and talk to you when you are calm, again. Now you can talk it out. He has a zero-tolerance regarding any shape of violence be it mentally or physical.

Above all else Rune wants to help.

He is kind, gentle, and supportive towards friends and lovers who use his incredible intellect and resourcefulness to problem-solve. 

He is always striving to provide workable solutions and improve what’s broken. But sometimes you cannot fix what is broken - if it makes no sense he won’t continue trying to fix what’s broken.

A committed and hardworking soul with a passion for guitars and pianos.

He loves all sort of Asian Food - Salmon and Butterflied shrimp Sushi (Sake and Ebi Nigiri) with Wasabi, Ginger and Soy sauce the most. 

QUIRKS

loves cozy bedcovers

skinny dipping is a thing

manicured nails are important

loves rainy days

dislikes smoking

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RUNEs Lil’ PLAYLIST

Sam Smith: To Die For

Alec Benjamin: Let me down slowly

Lenny Kravitz: I belong to you

Rag’n’Bone: Human

Jacob Lee: Cursed

Jonathan Roy: Keeping me alive

Garden Gloves: Somewhere Forever

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INTERVIEW

Interviewer: Rune - quite an unusual name isn’t it? Rune: [chuckles] In my language? It means “secret or mystery” Would you believe me that I’m from Sweden?  Interviewer:  Well, I would have said rather somewhere from the south. Rune: [smiles] My mum is from Italy, and my father is from Gothenburg.  Interviewer:  Rune, why did you want to join Kiss Me in Komorebi+?  Rune:  I’m here for love. Aren’t we all looking for the one? I mean, look at Daniel! Do I need to say anything else? Who would not want to fall in love with him? Interviewer: I heard you are not much of a TV watcher, so how did you learn about him? Rune: [chuckles] Yeah, not much my cup of tea. I spend the day outside with my son on the basketball court in San My.  Saw a billboard advert with handsome Daniel. Did some research, checked some clips, and here I am.   Interviewer:  Research, good point. We did our homework, too. We have some juicy stuff about you on our plate.  Rune:  Of course you do. What do you want to know? Interviewer: Tégner Investments, are you related to Ruben Tégner? Rune: [tense] Yes. We are related, but we are not close, though!  Interviewer:  [notices the change in his body language] All right. Well, you have a music channel on Simtube, too. Your fans adore you. How come we haven't heard about you yet? Rune: I will get there, eventually. I established my record label. At some point, I will publish my first music album.  Interviewer: Sounds intriguing. You're a musician, songwriter, traveler, and single father aka. DILF.  Do you live alone with him in San My? Rune:  [ignores the Word Dilf] You mean my ten-year-old son? Interviewer:  Well, yeah. Elias, right? You used to be engaged to your fiancé. Is that true? Rune:  Yes, my son is Elias. And yes, I called it off. With the emphasis, I used to be engaged. That’s correct. Interviewer: Can we know why? Rune: I think - that’s a private topic! And for Daniel to find out. Wouldn’t you agree? Interviewer: You are not much of a talker, huh? Rune: [smiles] Depends on who asks. Interviewer:  [smiles back] Rune Tégner, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for joining us today. Rune: Pleasure is all mine. Thanks for having me.

[shit-talk-turner]

i found some pictures of Louise and the blonde girl, they did some music in dec 2017, Irina L is also tagged on the picture so maybe you’ll find it easily. About the brunette one you can find her with some Fontaines dc members and Irina boyfriend. She seems to be a guitarist or something. So funny they were both together at the AM gig, nothing on their profile, considering they appeared quite nervous and they were without Louise. In my opinion they are so much prettier than Louise. Sorry I know it’s pure stalking and gossip ha ha / I know exactly who you're talking about and no, they're not prettier than Louise. NEVER lol. they are: Anais duquesne anais_who and @eva.soda.pop It's just strange that they haven't posted, probably one of them is hooked up someone from fontainesdc or working since Anais worked for Peter Doherty years ago.

so subject closed.

Guys, again, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, let's relax on that one

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Hunter and Tom for the character ask meme

Askgame link

Hunter

First impression: why does he sound gay (when watching hunting palismen: oh hey theres the pathetic white boy with trauma!.... he's actually kinda cute :) )

Impression now: the boy ever! he's just so... ackkkk, I can't even explain it? Thinking about him scratches a good part of my brain! He's the big brother figure ever. He made so many bad choices and mistakes but he did everything with good intentions. He's just so, so kind even with how he was treated and I love characters like that with all my heart! Favorite genre of characters ever.

Favorite moment: Dadrius headpat moment... When Willow told him he was important to her too and his not used to love ass started crying! Bitch me too! (Also a small moment but when he went “Byeeeeeeeee!”)

Idea for a story: every story / au idea of mine involves him and Luz being siblings and becoming absolutely unhinged the moment anyone hurts their sibling... Hmmm. I guess an au where Hunter, Vee and Luz all grew up together? It's just so cute! They should all be a Darwin, Gumball and Anais moment where they like blow up the town or something. I don't even know. They're cuties 👍

Unpopular opinion: I actually can't think of any

Favorite relationship: Oh! Definitely his relationships/dynamics with Luz, Eda, Darius and Camila! All of which are familial because found family is the best trope in existence. (I know he didn't interact much with Eda, but they are forever found family in my heart.)

Favorite headcanon: He likes children cartoons, is actually very affectionate with the people he trusts and loves, and he's autistic.

Tom

First impression: I don't remember

Impression now: Kim's blorbo and therefore my blorbo in law! He's a cool guy that deserved people from both Star and the show writers .... Also he loves bunnies! And his parents!

Favorite moment: “say I'm a good boyfriend!” or something like that

Idea for a story: I still have this au where he gets sent to Earth by his parents around the same time as Star does and when they see each other again it's like

Unpopular opinion: Star is the one that doesn't deserve him

Favorite relationship: Him and Marco! Platonically or romantically!

Favorite headcanon: he has violent intrusive thoughts :)

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My 2022 Reading List

Here are my ratings and reviews of the books I read in 2022. You can read my top ten reads of the year here.

Five Stars

Shine Your Icy Crown by Amanda Lovelace

Another great book of poetry by Amanda Lovelace!

Working on a Song by Anais Mitchell

A must read for any Hadestown fans!

Four Stars

Daisy Darker by Alice Feeney

Alice Feeny writes what I have dubbed, Fast Food Thrillers. They are quick, you enjoy them but they don't hold as much value as a three course meal at a 5 star restaurant (or a 5 star critically acclaimed book). Often predictable with outlandish circumstances, these fast food thrillers are purely entertainment and much more enjoyable if you take it for what it is and try not to think too hard about it. With that said, this book surprised me! It went in a way different direction than what her other books do and I was pleasantly surprised by the twist.

The Drowning Kind by Jennifer McMahon

I think this was the first book I read in 2022 so I don’t remember all of it but I remember I liked it! It’s a slow novel with not a lot of thrills or chills but it was an engaging read nonetheless

The Counselors by Jessica Goodman

Goldie is a camp counselor with a dark secret. When a body turns up at the camp, she discovers that she isn’t the only one with secrets. This took more risks than a YA thriller usually does and I really appreciated that about it!

A Forgery of Roses by Jessica S. Olson

I got this in an Owlcrate and probably wouldn’t have picked it up otherwise but I’m glad I read it. I was really interested in the world of this book where some people are able to alter other’s appearances by painting them. Myra is one of these people and she finds herself in the middle of a gothic murder mystery when she is asked to paint a portrait of the governor's son. The mystery was intriguing and the world building fantastic.

The Mad Women’s Ball by Victoria Mas

This was a quick little read that focused on an interesting time in history. Asylums would sometimes throw their patients balls where the wealthy could come and gawk at them. Eugenie‘s bourgeois family sends her to the asylum for her ability to speak to the dead. She is determined to escape and sees the ball as her chance to freedom.

Nothing More to Tell by Karen M. McManus

Karen M. McManus’s books have been hit or miss for me. This was a hit in my opinion! Brynn’s favorite teacher was murdered four years prior to the start of the story and Brynn’s ex best friend, Tripp, was one of three students who found the body. Now Brynn is interning with a true crime show and she is determined to solve the case of her school’s infamous murder.

These Deadly Games by Diana Urban

Crystal gets a mysterious message one day that says she must play a game in order to save her little sister’s life. The dares start off innocent enough but slowly Crystal realizes that these tasks are meant to hurt her friends. This is definitely a book you have to suspend your disbelief for and just enjoy what it is. 

Spells for Forgetting by Adrienne Young

I’m not going to lie, I don’t really remember this book all that well but I liked it enough to give it 4 stars.

Son of the Shadows by Juliet Marillier

This is a sequel to Daughter of the Forest. This time we follow the daughter of our heroine from the first book. Daughter of the Forest is a retelling of The Six Swans but this and the other sequels are not based on fairytales.

The Swell (Also known as The Bay) by Allie Reynolds

Kenna is a surf boarder that gave up the sport after her boyfriend drowned. Now Kenna is visiting her best friend Mikki in Australia after she announces a sudden engagement. Mikki brings Kenna with her to a secluded beach where a cult-like group of surfers live for months on end. Kenna is intrigued by the place but other surfers have gone missing and Kenna can’t help but look to the others in suspicsion. I was on board for most of this but what was kind of bizarre was half way through it is revealed through another character’s point of view who was making the others disappear. So basically the twist was revealed to the audience halfway through but not the heroine until the end which made for a weird reading experience.

Unlock Your Storybook Heart by Amanda Lovelace

I didn’t love this one as much as Shine Your Icy Crown but still another fantastic read!

The Wicked Remain by Laura Pohl

This is a sequel to The Grimrose Girls which I freaking loved! Unfortunately, I did not like this one as much but it was still a solid read. What I liked about the first one was missing here and there was a lot of time spent figuring out what to do next with the plot not really going anywhere.

Three Stars

The Daughter of Doctor Moreau  by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

This book confused me. It’s based on the Island of Doctor Moreau but this time around, he has a daughter. My biggest issue with this book is I don’t know what it was meant to be. It is described as historical sci-fi. If you know the original story then you know there are animal mutants. They are here in this book but they act completely normal. It’s almost mundane and not the focus so I wouldn’t even classify this as sci-fi. Then with certain plot points, I figured it was about the romance. Wrong again! That went nowhere. Was it a coming of age story? Maybe, but I didn’t think there was enough of that either. This book just felt so random and I was pretty disappointed as I love this author’s other work.

His and Hers by Alice Feeney 

This was a fast food thriller through and through. TW: animal cruelty 

I’ll be You by Janelle Brown

I loved Janelle Brown’s debut novel but this one fell a little flat for me. Sam and Elli were twin child stars that often shared the same role. Now as adults, Elli has made herself the perfect homemaker while Sam struggles with addiction. But when Elli goes on a mysterious spa trip leaving behind an adopted two year old daughter, Sam is determined to get to the bottom of things. I really liked the flashbacks in the book to the twins' life as tv stars and found that the most interesting part of the book.

The Lighthouse Witches by C.J. Cooke

If you are expecting witches that live in a lighthouse, this ain’t it. This is told from 3 different povs. One of them is Liv, a single mother of three who is commissioned to paint a mural for a lighthouse. Liv and two of the daughters go missing and the third daughter, Luna, is left on her own for twenty two years. But then Luna is informed that her sister Clover was found. She is thrilled until she goes to pick her up and discovers that Clover hasn’t aged since she’s gone missing. A third pov takes the form of an old manuscript found and read by the eldest daughter that gives some insight into the lighthouse’s past. All three storylines eventually collide in a somewhat underwhelming conclusion.

Verity by Colleen Hoover

This was my first and last Colleen Hoover. Was this book good? No. Was it entertaining? Yes! And that’s why I put it in the middle because it did keep my attention and I wanted to know how it was all going to end. Was it worth it? Eh, you’d have to read it for yourself.

The Witch in the Well by Camilla Bruce

Two former friends reunite as adults but not as friends this time around. The two have a shared fascination with the town’s legend of the witch in the well. Honestly, this book was just underwhelming to me. I thought there’d be more witchy goodness but it really wasn’t and it left me wondering what the point of the story was.

Two Stars

The Maid by Nita Prose

This was a very popular novel and I’m honestly not sure why. A clueless maid finds a dead body while cleaning and gets sucked into the investigation. Right from the start, it is pretty obvious what happened and who did it but our main character has no idea so the rest of the novel is spent being angry at her for not figuring it out. I’m still not sure if the mystery was supposed to be so obvious to the reader but it clearly is. Now, the thing about this book is that the maid, Molly, while never outright stated, is portrayed as having stereotypical traits of autism. I can’t speak to whether or not it’s a good portrayal but looking at other reviews, the consensus is no. This whole read was just frustrating and surprisingly slow for a short book.  

Unrated- I have come to the decision as a 29 year old, that I will no longer be rating YA books unless it is a 4 or 5 star rating. My reasoning for this is that I am not the target audience. If I don’t fully enjoy a YA book, that’s on me for picking it up in the first place. I don’t need to bring the rating down for a book that was never intended for me in the first place. Some of the other books in this category I just couldn’t decide on a rating.

Dead End Girls by Wendy Heard

Maude is a teenage girl that is determined to fake her own death and escape to Europe. Her plan almost goes off without a hitch until her step cousin catches. Surprisingly, she demands that Maude take her with her and the two embark on an adventure to escape their unhappy lives. I picked this up because I liked the author’s first book but this one just came off as a little silly and non plausible. I think you can enjoy it if you suspend your disbelief but this just wasn’t for me.

Dracula by Bram Stoker

Participated in Dracula Daily this year. I really liked the first third with Jonathan stuck in the castle but everything else was underwhelming for me. I found myself skimming a lot towards the end but I’m glad that I read.

Even if We Break by Marieke Nijkamp

I was kinda onboard with this until the end where it turned into a goofy cartoon-esque murder mystery. The twist was really just not well done.

Gone to See the River Man by Kristopher Triana

I read this book in one sitting. Found it on reddit and was being described as one of the most disturbing books of the year. It was disturbing but it was also kind of ridiculous. We find out that our main character did some pretty horrific things in the past but she comes off as very normal in the present. Even her reasoning for the bad things she did felt very mundane and out of left field. For those that are curious I will save you time and provide spoilers under the cut. TW: Rape, incest, gore

Lakesedge by Lyndall Clipstone

Described as gothic, this was more of a fantasy about our main character having special powers and using them to defeat a big bad. I felt that the majority of this book was just dedicated to training for the big fight and ending on a cliffhanger. Nothing wrong with this book, it just wasn’t for me.

Long Live the Pumpkin Queen by Shea Ernshaw

A sequel to Nightmare Before Christmas from Sally’s pov. It was cute and I probably would have loved it in middle school. My only problem was Jack (and the rest of Halloweentown) are in a cursed sleep for most of it so we don’t get to see much interaction between the two.

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

I love the concept of this book but I found it weird how these kids reacted to be shipwrecked. They were so nonchalant about it. It felt weird and the escalation into them being wild felt very off to me.

Not Good for Maidens by Tori Bovalino

A modern retelling of Goblin Market. One of the POV was May who is a witch that must dedicate her life protecting mortals from the goblin market. For some reason she falls in love with one of the goblins who are portrayed more like the fae. This ends poorly and her and her sister must move to New York. The second POV is her niece, Lou, who has no knowledge of her heritage but must venture back to England to help save her other aunt from the Goblin Market. I found May’s story much more interesting than Lou’s. Lou’s story almost felt unnecessary. I felt like May’s story could have just been fleshed out more and made the main storyline. Like I said, she falls in love with a goblin but the two barely share any time together and there’s no reasoning behind them being in love other than the story demands it.

The Witch Haven by Sasha Peyton Smith

Frances is a poor seamstress in 1911 who due to an unfortunate accident, is whisked away to a school for witches. Here Frances learns about her past and how to control her magic. I don’t think this was a bad book and I might have enjoyed it more when I was younger. There was an annoying love triangle and an annoying twist villain that I saw coming. This wraps up in the end but hints at a sequel (which has since come out) but I didn’t like it enough to read it.

You’ll be the Death of Me by Karen M. McManus

This was a miss. Again, not bad, just not for me.

Gone to See the River Man spoilers

Lori is in love with a serial killer and sends him letters. Why? I don’t know, she just does. One day the killer gives her a task to go see the river man. Lori does so eagerly and brings along her sister who suffers from brain damage. This is portrayed (poorly) as her sister acting like a child. Via flashbacks we find out that her sister was once very popular and that she started to date the boy that Lori had a crush on. She sees them having sex on day and this inspires her to start raping their little brother. Yes, you read that right. How did we get from point A to point B? No idea. That’s just what she decided to do. Her little brother doesn’t want this and his increasing desperation and depression is hard to read about. One day the sister catches them doing the deed and Lori pushes her down a cliff to stop her from telling their parents causing the brain damage. And then the little brother commits suicide. How does this all affect Lori? I don’t know and neither does the author apparently. And that’s the problem because the Lori we know and the Lori in the past don’t match up. Lori is too normal despite all this and she really has no motivations for anything she does. The rest of the book is a bizarre journey down the river (complete with a racist portrayal of a boatman that helps for a time) and ends with an encounter with the river man. Is it supernatural or is Lori just insane? Doesn't matter, the book is almost over. She sacrifices her sister to the river man and then goes back home to find the serial killer had broken out of jail and is in her apartment (with the decapitated head of some random girl he murdered on the way). She happily goes to him as he prepares to kill her. The end. Do with this synopsis what you will.

[shadowgirl138]

Pouge Princess Chapter 1

(Rafe Cameron x Reader)

A/n: Thank you guys so much for all the likes on my pouge princess blurb 🥲🥰 This has really helped rekindle my love for writing and I can't wait to share more with everyone. I hope you all enjoy the official first chapter 😁

Word count : 2,227

Warning ⚠️: swearing, mention of sex and drugs, drinking, Rafe being a dick (are we really shocked about that in a rafe cameron fanfic)

The best job to have on the whole island had to be working at one of the county clubs. Simply for the fact that there was no such thing as a bad tip day. It was totally worth watching stuck up seniors and spoiled kooks play golf all day because you knew you'd go home with plenty of money in your pocket.

The only real con was you'd be stuck serving people that you have to see at school once the summer ends. Most of the kids at school do summer internships or at most are forced to "work" part time at their parents' jobs. No one you knew in figure 8 had to work a real job. On the cut almost everyone you knew had a job it was the only way most kids could stay afloat there was nothing odd about it.

But when you are in figure 8 It was one of the things that made you feel embarrassed, having to serve the same people you call your friends at school reminded you that your diffrent. Today was a prime example of that your manager told you that you were personally requested for a party of 3 on the course. When you pulled up at the first hole you saw none other than Rafe, Kelce and Topper.

"Well look at this isn't it nice that everyone's favorite little baby doll finally decided to grace our presents." Rafe shouted leaning against his club arms crossed.

"Come on man don't start already " Topper said, hitting the tall blonde upside his head.

If there was anyone besides Sarah you could count on it would be Topper. He was always there to be your knight in shining armor and the only one that could truly put Rafe in his place besides Ward.

"No it's fine Top, you guys are practically giving me a chance to hang out instead of work today. So you wanna get started I'll get the drinks going?"

You couldn't help but to bounce up as you passed the drinks, Rafe snatched the beer from your hand eyeing you when you waited to give Topper his drink. He couldn't help but notice the way your hand lingered longer than it should when you passed a beer to Topper.

Hole after hole you followed the boys as they played watching as they'd talk shit to each other and slug down more beers.

"Well guess who's finally out of the single guys club. What are you two losers gonna do now that I'll be spending a lot of my time with Anais? " Kelce said with a toothy grin.

Anais is the girl Kelce has been trying to get with for months even coming to you for advice on how to win her over knowing you'd have a better perspectivecompared to Rafe and Topper.

"Oh God don't tell me your pussy whipped already." Rafe couldn't help but to nod his head in disapproval.

"Well there goes our plans for hot boy summer. I'm finally ready to live the single life with you guys and you have the nerve to get cuffed." Topper added 

"Omg Kelce don't listen to these two they're just jealous, congratulations I know how much you really liked her. I'm happy you two are together now its about time." Kelce patted you on the back, his smile never fading.

"I'm glad someone actually cares about me here. Now the real question is when are you finally gonna get yourself a boyfriend (y/n). I think its time you threw yourself out there, you need to get one so we can go on double dates" Kelce said snickering at the sight of your panicked face.

"Um I mean I don't know I guess I just haven't found a guy that really likes me."

The real problem was the guy you liked didn't seem to realize how much you liked him but of course you couldn't tell them that.

"Oh come on there are plenty of people dying at a chance to go out with you (y/n), there hasn't been anyone that sparked your interest ?" Topper chimed in looking over at you.

You felt as if your face turned into a giant stop light with how red you've turned from the conversation.

"Or maybe you're just a prude that thinks she's better than everyone else. That could be why you've never had a boyfriend." Rafe said smirking at the little stink face you gave him.

"It's not that, I mean you've never had a real girlfriend Rafe. Everyone says you're only known for a good hookup, as far as I'm concerned we're basically in the same boat." You retorked wanting desperately for the attention to be off your nonexistent love life.

"That's only because I don't want a girlfriend no one can hold my interest for long. Word must get around that I'm known for great sex if even you know that I'm good for hookups. It's just a fact that I have a BIG presence in the bedroom." Rafe couldn't help himself from putting emphasis on the word big with the way he smirked. "And at least I have experience in the bedroom unlike some people we know little Miss Virgin Mary."

It was common knowledge around the obx that everyones favorite pouge has never had a boyfriend. Everyone also seemed to know that you held onto your v card as well. so it was only natural that Rafe would try to throw it in your face every once in a while to try to get under your skin. 

"You know I think you have it confused Rafe everyone says that you are a big dick not that you have one."

Topper and Kelce turned to each other before erupting in laugher causing Rafe to simply roll his eyes.

"Oh you know what (y/n) my bottle seems to be feeling a little empty mind getting me a refill."

Rafe began to wave his bottle in the air clearly trying to gain control of the situation again. As the laughing died down you made your way over to the cart and handed Rafe another drink. He leaned over to you making sure that Kelce and Topper couldn't hear him.

"If you ever wanna find out if the rumors are true you know where to find me, I think I need to remind you who's in charge here (y/n)."

Rafe couldn't help but to smile as you looked down clearly speechless from his comment. He took this as a silent win before turning his back to go take his turn. A few more rounds where played and the boys could feel themselves getting a little sloppier as each hole progressed and the sun seemed to get dimmer as the hours went on. They all still managed to have a good game going though not letting the fading day and alcohol take them out. Kelce was clearly winning seeing as he had a slightly better tolerance for his alcohol compared to the other two.

At this point Topper decided to sit in your cart and you couldn't help but smile as he looked over at you. "Thanks for coming along today, you know I appreciate you putting up with us all the time." He said ruffling your hair a little with a smile.

"You know I don't mind I like spending time with you guys."

You would be lying if you said you didn't have a little crush on Topper after all these years. You where practically devastated when he started dating Sarah but you couldn't help yourself from feeling mildly happy that the people you cared most about found love in each other. A part of you was relieved when the two of them broke up when Sarah decided to date John B. Even though it was a hard time for all of you, especially being caught in the middle of your two closest friends. You couldn't help but to hold onto a glimmer of hope that maybe after all of this time Topper would stop seeing you as just his childhood best friend. But this was a secret that you'd take to grave not wanting to complicate things or have anyone's feelings hurt explicitly your own.

"Hey Top how about you get your ass up and finish this hole with us? Or are u just gonna talk to the fucking pouge all day, there not paying her to chit chat there paying her to serve us."

Rafe yelled, stepping towards the two of you and resting his arm against the canopy on your side of the cart. Rafe was clearly feeling the affects of all the alcohol he consumed. He only ever became meaner the more he drank. You couldn't help but be grateful this was all he did today knowing that if he had done a few lines then he'd practiclly become a whole new person. Rafe couldn't help but to stare deeply at the two of you with a scrunched up look on his face.

"Come On man just quit it already you've been throwing jabs at (y/n) all day I just wanna have good time. I'm out after this I'm not gonna stick around for you to just be an ass"

Topper pushed himself up walking towards Kelce to take his turn. When Topper was far enough from the cart Rafe leaned in staring you directly in the face making your cheeks flare up at the proximity for the millionth time today.

"What do you want this time Rafe ?" You asked.

"What do I want (y/n) ? Well let's see I want you to stop with the fucking goo goo eyes your always makeing at Topper. You're starting to seem a little pathetic. When are you gonna learn that he just doesn't see you that way."

At this point your body felt like it was on fire and you where doing everything in your power not to let the comment affect you.

"I dont know what your talking about Rafe, Topper is my friend maybe your just not used to seeing a stable relationship between a guy and a girl that doesn't involve sex."

Not the best comeback but it was the only thing you could think of when all you could do was think about was how fast your heart was pounding from his accusations. Obviously they where true but Rafe was the last person you would want to know about your secret feelings towards Topper. Rafe didn't seem like he was backing down yet either and you weren't sure how much of this you could take. You continued to stare at him when suddenly he started to fish in his pockets to reveal a wadded up 100 dollar bill he crumpled it up even further and chucked it in your face watching as it fell perfect in your lap when it hit you.

" What the heck are you doing ?" You said, picking up the crumpled money and holding it in your hand.

"I'm tired of dealing with you so I figured I'd just give you what you came for. Isn't that why you hang out with kooks so you can take our money and show off to your little friends on the cut."

It wasn't the alcohol that was making Rafe act this way it was the sight of seeing you with Topper. It was something that always got under his skin after all these years, he was just able to mask it by blaming it on drugs or his natural hot headed temper.

You could feel tears swelling up in your eyes but couldn't bear to give Rafe the satisfaction of knowing just how deep he cut you. You didn't know why he always felt the need to  remind you that no matter how hard you tried you'd always be diffrent from everyone.

"I don't need your damn money Rafe I get paid regardless if you're here or not, and I'll have you know that Topper asked me to be here. My manager said I was requested to come serve you guys today. I'm just doing my job."

You took the crumpled bill and threw it back at Rafe letting it hit him before falling into the grass."I'm heading back to the club, my shift is ending soon anyway."

Turning the wheel of the cart you started to make your way back to the club not wanting to deal with this any longer then you had too and not wanting everyone to see the tears that started to trickle down your cheeks.

Rafe stumbled back once the cart started to move looking down at the money before glancing over at his confused friends. He couldn't bring himself to admit that he was the one that requested to have you with them today but the fact that you assumed it was Topper had him even more pissed off then before It always had to be about fucking Topper.

"I'm fucking done with today I'm leaving."

In a fit of rage Rafe stormed off throwing his club down before heading back. Deciding he'd rather be alone then have to explain to his friends as to what just happened just now. (Y/n) wasn't the only one harboring an unrequited love for someone that didn't seem to notice them.

Another A/n: Well I hoped you guys liked the official first chaper. I have a lot of ideas circulating on what I'm gonna do :3

[ereteinx]

MEET MY MC

name: Vienna Maxine Byrne

faceclaim: (blonde) Chyler Leigh

birthday: 5th february 1993

zodiac sign: aquarius

nationality: american/irish

born: Dublin

raised: Dublin, moved to USA when she was 12

love interest: Ethan Ramsey

family: Vienna's the oldest from 4 siblings, she has a sister, Venice and two brothers, Lochlan and Lorcan. Also a twin nephew and niece.

some more information, funfacts and headcanons:

general:

●born in Ireland to Irish father and American mother

●aside from medicine, her passion while growing up was singing, she was a part of high school glee club and was basically a star

●Vienna has a soft spot for soccer and watching Lochlan play for national team is a dream come true

●she loves fantasy books, when she was younger she often spend whole days in her room reading.

●winter is her favourite time of the year, especially christmas, she's a sucker for a good christmas movie and hot chocolate.

●Vienna watched all seasons of Grey's Anatomy and even forced Ethan to watch a few episodes with her (but if asked he'll never admit it)

●First time Vienna felt something more for Ethan was Miami, she knew she was in love with him after the attack

●as their relationship started to be a basic knwoledge to everyone at Edenbrook, people started to notice Vienna's impact on Ethan.

●basically, simple "Ethan" and a hand over his shoulder was enough to calm him down and save another innocent intern.

●even the staff that knew Ethan for years never saw him smiling that much at work, yet even laughing, as when Vienna was around.

●seeing him bickering and joking with her around the hospital was a shock to many people.

●Vienna took his last name after the wedding and thanks to Ethan being mostly called "Chief" these days, it didn't cause much trouble.

●As Vienna once said "Ethan was all bark and no bite", she became the opposite. She was patient, she often didn't had a reason to even warn. But when she had enough, you better run.

●"The Ramseys" became a powercouple. As they walked together arm in arm through the hospital corridors, it screamed power.

●And their speeches as they welcomed new interns, standing above everybody. Power.

engagment, wedding and first pregnancy:

●Ethan proposed to her in January 2021, in Miami, on the same balcony where they had their first kiss and this time no one was stopping themselves from going further

●she gave her roommates (mostly Sienna) a heart attack when she came back from Miami as she told them, with a stone cold face "Ethan is no longer my boyfriend".

●after a few seconds of dead silence she added "because he's my fiance", and showed them a ring, Sienna started to hit her with dish cloth - she really thought they had broken up (if Elijah hadn't stopped her, there would probably be casualties)

●night in Miami had consequences

●Vienna found she was pregnant not even a month after their engagement, yet she was kinda scared to tell Ethan, as they never really discussed having kids, but in the end his reaction was priceless.

●yes, he cried and was the happiest Vienna ever saw him.

●they wanted to keep in private for as long as they could which turned out to be almost 3 months

●first person to realize Vienna was pregnant was Harper, one day during diagnostic team meeting, she looked at her, suddenly told her to stand up and just said "You're pregnant, aren't you?"

●Ethan become even more protective over Vienna and if he could he would became her shadow.

●he was scared every time he didn't saw her, even through he kept checking on her every half an hour.

●yes, they had a few spats about that.

●Ethan wanted her to go on a pregnancy leave really early, but of course Vienna wanted to work as long as she could, which gave Ethan his first grey hair.

●Flynn Naveen Ramsey was born on 19th November 2021 and since that day, Ethan Ramsey, a man who not so long before never imagined himself as a father, became the best dad a kid could have and his dream, he never even realized he had, came true.

●Vienna and Ethan's wedding took place in october 2022, at Naveen's lake house. It was small, private ceremony with family and closest friends.

●wedding reception was in gold and dark green theme, with a lot of fairylights and candles

●Sienna was Vienna's maid of honor and Tobias was Ethan's groomsman.

●they had their first dance to Everything by Lighthouse.

●Naveen's speech made everyone cry.

●just like Vienna's siblings speech, but this time it was from laughing.

●Flynn took his first steps on his own at the wedding.

kids:

●four and a half year later, on 2nd April 2025, their little family welcomed a baby girl - Harley Dolores Ramsey.

●Harley was the only planned baby

●on Christmas 2026, Vienna suprised Ethan with another ultrasound picture.

●newest and final addition to the Ramsey family was Anais Sienna Ramsey, born on 10th June 2027.

●Flynn is his father physical copy with longer hair, when it comes to his character he's the perfect mix between Ethan and Vienna.

●since he was a toddler he was fascinated with his parents work, so it wasn't a surprise to anyone when he decided to become a doctor as well.

●but he shooked his parents, when he announced he wants to be a surgeon (yet studying under Bryce, he become an outstanding one)

●Harley, on the other hand is defenitely Vienna's clone, no exceptions, she's just a little bit more of a tomboy than heir mother was.

●always wanting to help everyone and everything, never afraid to speak her mind. She wanted to make a change in the world.

●unlike her brother she didn't follow her parents footsteps, but she was always doing something, always founding someone she could help all around the world.

●Anais is a total mix. A little ray of sunshine, with dark, ginger hair and smile that lights up every room she shows up in.

●when she was four it turned out that she has photographic memory.

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So, hi 😅 it's my first time posting anything here. I've never wrote any fics (yet) but I had this in my notes for a long time so I decided to finally post something

I know it's a lot but OH's mc is defenitely my favourite

and I congratulate anyone who read the whole thing 😶

[royalsunshinehotel]

Remember me, darling (Molly x Anwar)

It's cotton candy, but edited.

Molly had been an exotic dancer someone had hired for the wrap party of Anwar’s film, “Tiger Eyes.”

Now normally, he’d say he was entranced by her body ( it’s a great body), but she also had some of the best weed he’d ever smoked. She went from “hot dealer” on his phone, but to one of his friends in the blink of an eye.

It was hard to remember what life was like before she got there.

And she’d made him laugh too.

But now it had been six months since she’d bullied Brad Pitt for his hideous shoes, and Molly’s settled on Anwar’s blue leather couch, snacking on some cut watermelon he’d gotten for her. The Golden Globes had been painfully long and James Corden had been too friendly.

Not that Anwar minded, Molly agreed to go with.She made award season feel better.

Now, her long, thin legs were casually stretched across his lap, and he’s thinking every single horrible thing to keep himself under control. Anwar sat across from all of his favorite people.

The lights were dim in Anwar’s living room. It felt cozy, but his glass doors were open, letting in the cool night air.

Molly’s wearing some sparkly dress she’d snatched from the lost and found bin from one of DiCaprio’s parties. The dress cost more than everything she owned, but she looked better than the original owner, Olivia Munn, so she kept it.

He was pretty sure that there’s a drinking game happening, but he's not paying attention.

“MAXXIE!” Anais, his social media manager, speaks, slurred, volume not fitting the room. She was wobbling even though she sat on a pillow on the hardwood floor. Her drink is half full, and it was her first.

‘Oh to be a twenty three year old lightweight…’ Anwar thought to himself.

“Shut up, let me talk.” Anais smacks Maxxie’s pale leg, though no one interrupted.

“When’s the last time you had sex.” Anais did a surprisingly coordinated shoulder-shimmy.

“About three hours ago.” Anwar and Molly glanced at each other. Her friend Thad, and his friend Maxxie, or “Thaxxie” as they were known, were insufferable. At this point, the rocking chair in his living room had become more their chair than it had his. Always draped over each other... ugh.

“At the show?” Asked Molly, before taking another bite of fruit.

“Yeah.” Thad adjusts his grip on his boyfriend, pulling him in for a kiss on the cheek.

“Molly, now you!” Maxxie tosses away the attention to the one person in the room who wanted it the least.

“What kind of sex?” Molly asked Anais, flashing a dazzling smile that kept her rent paid.

“Sex with a partner.” The pink-haired lush swishes her drink dramatically. Molly doesn’t breathe.

“Two years.”

Anwar choked on his gin and tonic. She stabs another piece of watermelon and pops it into her mouth. He watched from the corner of his eye as she chewed, and his work at keeping himself calm failed.

“No one can match my own hands,” said Molly, softly.

‘I can. I can outdo your hands. I can tie your hands above your head and you can watch me outdo them,’ he thought.

Anwar noticed her legs stiffening under his hands, and he felt a pang in his chest.

It’s Anwar’s. Molly had always felt safe here. But the room was painfully silent, and her cheeks were too warm.

“If you don’t wanna drink, you should get on Anwar’s lap. You’re practically there anyway.” Molly’s dark eyes flashed over to Anwar for a half second, before she retracted her legs.

“Who wants more snacks?” Molly’s voice takes an edge that Anwar hadn’t heard before. “Maxxie? More popcorn?”

“Yeah.”

The brunette flips her smooth hair over her shoulder and slinked away to the kitchen.

“Yeah,” says Maxxie. The friends in the living room were stunned. Maxxie and Thad had been fucking nonstop since they’d met. Molly had been getting . . . nothing.

“Go.” He hisses at Anwar, who’s lost in his own head, thinking too many graphic thoughts.

“What?”

“Jesus Christ of Fucking Nazareth, go after her!” Hissed the bleach blonde, reaching across and smacking the side of Anwar’s head.

“Oh shit!” Anwar stumbles, getting on his feet as the room of his friends faintly cheers. Nothing too wild or loud, the group was ranging between severely stoned and clearly the night was winding down

Molly was stabbing a pineapple like it owed her money.

Anwar paused for a moment, taking her in. Lovely. If he were half the man he wanted to be he would admit he was completely smitten, but he wasn’t, so he wouldn’t.

“Come to judge me?” She snapped, but Anwar didn't flinch. He simply leaned against the counter opposite of Molly, watching closely.

“Come to apologize for Anais, don’t put any stock in what she says.”

“I doubt my lack of orgasms are her fault. Or anyone’s fault.” The fridge hums in the quiet of the kitchen.

“Wanna find out?”

“You’re funny.” Molly scoffs at him.

“I am, I just got an award for it.” She put down her knife, but kept her head down.

“God, you must look so pretty when you cum . . .” Molly twitches, did he just say that? “How the fuck has no one ever gotten you there?"

She puts the knife down, and licks her fingers clean. Anwar’s face changes for a moment, but he pulled it right back.

"Guys don't care."

Anwar slowly steps across the kitchen, choosing a spot right by where she’s leaning, no closer than he usually gets to her, “Trust me, I could fix that for you.”

“How?” Anwar’s breath hitches. Molly chose to ignore how his eyes lit up at her question.

“Tell me more.” She states cooly, resting her hand on his wrist, before turning towards him. Molly keeps one manicured hand on the counter. It’s not because her knees were going to give out from the weight of his stare.

“Where would you even start?” Her tone was teasing, sarcastic, same as usual, but Anwar’s still having an issue keeping up. His stomach hadn’t done this many flips since he got his first role.

“Are you serious?”

“You're the one with all the tough talk,” huffed Molly, flipping her dark brown hair off her shoulder. “I have slept with six whole people and no one’s done it right. Put up or shut up.” She teased, poking him in the chest, but it backfired.

“Alright,” Anwar laughs lightly before he starts thinking. Molly smiles, but she’s watching intently. Anwar’s a lot smarter than people give him credit for.

“How about,” he taps his chin for a moment. Molly rolls her eyes. He always taps his chin before he says something dumb.

Anwar’s face changed, and so did the air in the kitchen, everything was starting to buzz in a low, amber glow.

“I,” he starts, “would use one hand to hold you up against this counter,” he shifted, blocking Molly in against the marble slab. He lowers his face down, not quite touching her ear. Her knees buckled.

“The other hand would pull your knickers down,” Anwar let a hand wander down Molly’s thigh, trying his best to ignore the fact that she was holding her breath.

Bring it home Kharral, tell her everything you want.

“I’d run a finger over this wet pussy until you're gasping for more.”

“Anwar…” Her voice is thin, high pitched, and it took everything Anwar had not to take a bite out of her thin, warm neck.

“Just like that,” he praises softly. If she were anyone else, he’d have her bent over the kitchen counter. But it’s Molly.

“Bet you’ve got a pretty pussy,” Molly whines, “I’d love to find out.”This couldn’t be what she thought it was. He’d just won his first golden globe, and he’s feeling celebratory. That’s it.

She hums lightly.

“Anwar…” Her voice felt softer, desperation creeping in at its edges. She wanted to hit back, she needed to bite his ears or something.

‘I could trail kisses down your neck until I’m biting at your pulse,” Anwar’s sharp nose traced Molly’s hot skin to her racing pulse. Her nails dug into his wrists. Something had to give. Someone has to break first.

“...what else would you do?” she asked, eyes screwed shut, taking in how his beard feels. She thought it might scratch, but it was soft.

Anwar had been trying to be a better man. He cut out the drugs, (most of) the drinking, he was getting about 7 hours of sleep each night. Therapy had been working well for him, but the old Anwar did sneak through the cracks occasionally.

This was one of those times.

“I just want your tits in my mouth, until you're screaming and begging for me.” Molly squeaks, his teeth grazed just below her ear.

“I bet you're beautiful when you beg,” He groaned into her,“You're such a fucking brat otherwise...” Molly let a squeak out at that.

“Maybe I’ll just keep you,” Anwar broke, just a little, letting his words muffle in the crook of her neck, “sweet little toy for me to come home fuck.” He’d have her spoiled, nice clothes, nice shoes, not having to grind on strangers for money, like she hated. She told him as much. She’d be clean and could eat whatever she wanted out of his kitchen.

“You’d never be cold, but you could wait for me on the bed, legs spread.” He lost track of his own voice now, Molly moved her warm hand to take a fistful of his shirt. She could have dragged him down to her, if she really wanted.

“You’d take me so well… I just know it.” Anwar let his hands trace down Molly’s stomach, smirking inwardly at the mental photo. She’d keep him in a vice, suck him right in. The sounds she’d make for him. . .

“You’d beg for mercy, on the edge of passing out,” she gasped, and the pins in her stomach were getting unbearable. The space between the two kept getting smaller.

“I’d have you fucked out and filled up every single time.” Molly’s shivered, clenching her jaw hard. Anwar won.

“Do you want that?” She nods her head a little too quickly, and it felt like Anwar’s chest was glowing.

“Yeah?” He’s smiling, but she can’t look at him.

“Yeah.”

“I’d take pictures,” Anwar hums into Molly’s ear. She let her mind wander to the poses he’d shape her into.

“I’ll keep you trapped in my wallet.” Molly’s teeth dig into her lower lip, she could almost draw blood. Knowing him, he’d probably put them up in his trailer. She didn’t mind.

“I don’t think I’d clean you until I had you again.” Molly leans herself forward, pressing into Anwar’s chest. He smells fresh and warm. It’s not fair. Molly was grinding her teeth trying not to grind into him.

It’s not fair- she had to take her power back, work him up just as much as she was. It was too difficult to do when you can barely look at someone.

He’s beautiful. Dark curly hair, long sharp nose. She saw it showcased in one of his movies. He’s absolutely stunning.

“I’d want to watch myself leaking out of you,” Molly squeaked, eyes wide and round,”it’s how it’s supposed to be, sweet girl.”

Sweet girl echoes in Molly’s mind, vibrating down her skin.

“I’d be at work dreaming about being in between your legs,” Anwar leaned slightly back, gently pulling Molly out of his chest, and tilting her chin up, “and you’d be waiting for me.”

There was a heated glance, and Anwar realized that he’d been panting just as much as Molly.

He liked having her chin in his hand. Anwar lets himself imagine what the rest of her would feel like.

“I want you. Tell me you know that.” It comes out as more of a desperate whisper, but Anwar doesn’t mind. He lowers his hands and watches her eyes tear up. Anwar lets his hand trace down her jaw. Molly leaned into his touch, tiny stars bursting in her stomach.

“I-I do.” Molly’s voice gets thin as Anwar gets closer, their noses almost brushing. She got bold and smoothes her hands up his arms to rest on his shoulders. Anwar’s vision almost went spotty.

“Would you be good for me?” He asked. Molly closes her dark eyes and takes a deep breath.

Her face wrinkled for a half-second, before she flicks open her eyes.

“Make me,” Anwar’s shoulders shook under her hands. And they both smiled. Real smiles, not the ones made for cameras or clients.

Anwar moves down slowly, softly brushing his lips to hers. Soft, sweet, and Molly felt it through her whole body.

She’d never kissed someone with a beard before. Her former partners all had clean faces, and in that moment she suddenly decided that had all been a mistake. Beards are the way to go.

This was it.

Molly just wanted to suck Anwar’s tongue. She didn’t notice how hard dug her nails into him, and he didn’t flinch.

She doesn’t notice how the counter dug into her back. It’s all Anwar.

She’d kissed a fair amount of people in her line of work. It had never been like this. It was like he was everywhere. His warmth, his taste, his smell, all of it hovered over her in a fog.

Molly was determined to remain calm, but it just didn’t work. She kept telling herself to step back, and that didn’t work either.

Nothing Is working except for him.

Anwar tried to remain calm, but it didn't work. He kept telling himself to pull back, even though he started this. She probably was just being nice, after all. It was a strange sensation to finally be taking what you’d wanted, and still be telling yourself to slow down.

When he bit into her lower lip, it just got harder, so he stopped. The pinpricks on his skin were getting almost unbearable, and he needed to breathe.

Molly whined as he pulled away, but he didn't go far. Some of her lipstick had gotten on his dress shirt, and she focused on the bright color while she took her breath back. He kept stealing it.

Anwar keeps his dark eyes down on her before shouting,“Maxxie, get everyone out!

Molly’s already tugging at his shirt, opening it halfway. Anwar thought he might die.

“Get fucked!” Maxxie shouted, seeming small from the other room.

“I’m trying!” Anwar shoots right back, and Molly takes a half-step forward, putting her face back into his chest, arms around his large, warm torso.

And in less than a minute, the two of them have scrambled up the stairs. Anwar had Molly pinned against his bedroom door, working their mouths together.

“You’ve never gotten head before?” He manages, between hungry kisses to Molly’s warm neck.

“I mean one time in college.” She tried, holding back a filthy, pathetic whine. It’s wasn’t going to be like that. Not yet anyway.

“Bad?” He asks, letting his hands wander down to her ass, mumbling something to himself.

“He just kind of rushed it to himself.”

Anwar pulls away, keeping either side of Molly’s face in his large hands. He wants to say “That’s stupid,” but he didn’t. He honestly didn’t get why it seemed as if most guys didn’t eat pussy. There was no better feeling than having your partner totally fall apart into your mouth.

‘An absolute waste’ he thought.

“I can fix that.”

“Bet you can’t.” Molly teases, trying to cling on to any confidence.

“You know I can.”

Anwar took her hips and guided her into the edge of his bed. Molly flopped down, and her long dark hair fanned out, making Anwar pause just to look.

He loved looking at her.

But Molly, flat on her back, gave way to the anxiety. He’s probably had hundreds of people here before her. This is probably a house for hoes. He gets around, and what was, not his friend, another number.

The fear makes its way to her bones, and he could feel it. Her eyes are shut, she’s got two fistfulls of sheets. That’s not correct, or fun, or what he wanted from her at all!

Anwar’s brows furrow and he leans down to rub his beard against her soft inner leg.

Molly yelps, “what are you doing?”

He takes another swipe across her other side, getting her to laugh and squirm. “This is supposed to be fun!” He yells pulling back to grab a pillow and wack her with it lightly. If this was a one-time thing, it’s supposed to be happy.

But it was supposed to be like this every day. This wass why they’d be so good together. Everything was better with Molly around.

His room certainly felt better with her here, that’s for sure. Anwar takes another swing with, and Molly squeaked with laughter.

“Hey, hey hold on.” Molly rests a hand in Anwar’s hair and tugs lightly. He pulls back and rests his chin on her tummy.

“Yes, what?” He’s smiling and Molly’s skin is on fire. He knew exactly what he wass doing.

“It’s not the stripper thing, is it?” Molly’s eyes flutter shut, dreading the answer. He’d not admit it- no man ever would- but it was usually a factor.

“Excuse me?” His voice was soft. “Most guys want the stripper, not the person.”

“That’s fucked,” Molly looks so small, like she’s about to fold in on herself.

“I’ve wanted this since the wrap party.” He replied, trying to keep the edge out of his voice.

“Are you kidding?” She squeaked.

“No, I’m not.”

A beat passed as they just looked at each other. Molly broke the silence first, jutting her chin up.

“Proceed. Still don’t think you can do it.” He laughed lightly, before falling back into her mouth, sucking and licking however he wanted.

Anwar enjoyed how Molly kept pushing into his hands, but he felt something odd over her chest.

There’s no way.

Anwar wasn’t this lucky.

No way, no fucking way.

“Are… are those piercings?” Anwar didn’t care how his voice jumped an octave. Every hair on Anwar’s arm stood on end.

“...Yeah?” Such a simple answer, but the word hit Anwar like a lightning bolt. If she changed her mind, he’d be heartbroken, destroyed, insufferable. He’d make it Maxxie’s problem, and that wouldn’t be fun for either of them.

Instead of using his words, he just goes after Molly’s bottom lip, moaning when she ground her hips up into his.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking hot.” He murmured into her mouth. Anwar’s a fucking geek, and still she’s underneath him with no desire to leave. But then he pulls back.

“Molly.” She blinked up at him.

“When I get you off, can I take you on a date?” This earned a giggle, sending a shock down his spine.

“If you get me off, you can take me on a date.”

“And if I don’t?” He rested his forehead against hers.

“I’ll laugh at you for a solid week for talking about such a big game. Also I want new shoes, to match.” She’d come over in sneakers, a stark contrast from the glittery cocktail dress.

“Deal.”

She panted, as Anwar pushed the hem of her dress up to her waist. Anwar watches carefully as Molly closes her eyes into his touch. It’s absolutely perfect.

But he’s quickly brought back when he sees...them.

Light blue cotton. They’ve got ruffles on the sides and they’re tiny. Part of him wants to take them off with his teeth, but Molly might not like that.

“I love these. Planning on getting lucky?” He asked, running a finger along the waistband. She twitched under his fingertips.

She stifled a moan on the back of her hand.

“I’ve been waiting for you to take me.” Heat that had been bubbling in Molly’s chest worked it’s way up to her face.

Anwar plants a soft kiss to her jaw, making it feel like some kind of reward for dressing up

“God you're such a slut for me aren’t you?” Anwar smiles into Molly’s mouth as she starts rocking into his palm, “Soaked through, grinding on me.” His words were half muffled, not pulling away from her mouth long enough.

“You look so cute and sweet, but you're just begging for it aren’t you?” Molly’s breath catches. She’d been called a number of things, but sweet and cute were never one of them.

“I-I can if you want.” Molly opens her eyes, trying to fully take in the person above her.

“Go ahead.” He prompts, pulling back to let her breathe. He keeps a hand on her stomach, and rubs a circle.

“P-please.” Molly’s voice shook, she could have passed away right there. The air in the room had long since abandoned her, and if she felt this good from a kiss (or several), how much better could good get?

“Please what?”

“Please, I need your mouth please.”

“Say no more,” Anwar planted a soft kiss on Molly’s covered mound, before directing her legs up, and sliding her underwear down, and tossing it away.

Anwar didn’t start slow, he never did. He gives her everything he has until her spine is bowed like that orange tree he had in his backyard.

“These boys can’t suck on you like I do, hm?” He murmurs into her pussy, sending the vibrations up to her heart.

“A-anwar.”

“You’re gonna be mine now.” It’s not a threat, or a command.

“Okay.”

“I’m gonna make you so happy.”

‘It sounds like a promise,’ thought Molly.

“Okay.”

He pinched her clit almost spitefully, making Molly’s whole body jump further into him as he lapped. Her grip on his hair tightened, as emotions bubbled up to the surface.

Molly couldn’t do this to herself, that’s for damn sure.

“F-fuck, Anwar please! I’m close.” She squirmed, her bejeweled dress digging into her skin.

‘You’ve been so patient,” moaned Anwar, “I won’t let you down.” And he didn’t.

Her eyes roll, her spine becomes a lightning bolt. She wants to cry but it’s too much of a shock. The sensation of being dropped from such a great height had her scared, but Anwar’s iron grip on her hips brought her back.

Molly wasn’t an idiot. She’d heard about this, she’d just never actually done it. Obviously.

She squirmed, shaking as Anwar sucked and lapped and tried to get as close as he could. One can’t get closer than having your face between someone’s legs, but he’ll be damned if he doesn't try.

Anwar was licking up everything she gave to him, breathing in her little moans and twitches. He was flicking his tongue as Molly’s breathing started to catch. She yelped when he hooked two fingers into her puffy, wet heat, and it brought her around again in two seconds.

As if it was simple, as if all of this time, it could have been as easy as this.

Her hand is clasped over her mouth, Anwar’s hands dug into her ass. The air seemed to be boiling, and everything he did just felt so good.

She melted into his mouth, more comfortable this time, completely lost to where she was.She took a breath and looked down, shivering when she registered what she’s looking at.

Anwar, his face is totally and completely soaked. It looked like he’d just been swimming. He had his typical, smug, snaggle-toothed grin.

“I’ve never done that before!” Molly’s voice cracking as her chest heaved. Her eyes are round and Anwar’s took this moment to keep it in his mind as a ‘happy place’.

“Can you do that again?” Anwar sounded like a kid, absolutely ecstatic.

She simply smacked him on the back of the head, and he laughed. She did too. Molly leans back down with a huff, legs starting to ache in a new, absolutely delicious way.

Anwar looks up for a moment to see her round dark eyes start to close. Her soft hair is around her like a halo, and he smiled to himself.

It’s enough for now.

Anwar set to work licking her clean. She was shaking and squeaking, but she didn’t push him away.

Anwar’s beard isn’t scratchy enough to have torn up her skin, and he’s thankful for that, she’s blankly staring at the ceiling, catching her breath.

She’s absolutely perfect.

“Roll over.” She does, Anwar slowly undoes the zipper to the back of her dress and pulls it off. The zipper had left an indent on her skin, he should have thought of that before. Fuck.

Molly shivered faintly as his index finger traced the dent on her spine.

Of course he sees the piercings too, but he can’t let his mind process.

If there was going to be another time, he’d play with those however he wanted. In his mind, she’d love it. He’d make sure she would.

He could fall into her and never leave. But he has to be responsible. He’s going to be the best version of himself, because that’s what she deserves.

So instead of falling back in, Anwar shuffles over to his hamper, and drops her dress inside. He’s still not sure how women wear sequins, they’re too sharp.

He headed to the bathroom next, splashing cold water on his face. Anwar rubs the water over his beard, a little sad that he couldn’t keep Molly on him.

But she was staring at him through the mirror, feeling oddly proud. Anwar’s white dress shirt was soaked down the front, making her face get hot again. His curly hair was sticking up in every direction, seeming to keep in the shape that her fists had left. He was still panting. She’d nearly drowned him, of course he was.

Molly raised her head, and squinted a little more, seeing several marks on his collarbone. Molly laughs to herself when she sees Anwar puff out his chest.

He lets out a groan when he realizes exactly how much he’d neglected himself. It’s a throbbing pain that he would have dealt with earlier if Molly hadn’t needed him.

Anwar takes care of it, not paying attention to his volume. Maybe he said her name once. Or a few times.

He washed his hands off quickly, as a sad whimper broke the silence. He saw big cow eyes staring at him through the mirror.

“You could have done that with me.” Her voice is small, close to a pout, and it hit Anwar square in his chest. He would have loved to.

Anwar was planning on taking her again. But he couldn’t scare her off. He keeps scaring people off, but this was going to be different.

It has to be, or he wouldn’t recover.

“Nah love, you’re spent.” He rolls into bed, moving Molly’s legs, so he could pull the sheets up over them.

She shifts over to look at him, trying to be tough still, “I am not!” But her voice is too soft and tired.

Ha.

“We can talk later, go to sleep.”

Molly narrowed her eyes at him, making his chest flutter. She took a soft hand and rests it at the side of Anwar’s face.

“I’m gonna make you do that tomorrow. Okay?” She says, barely audible.

“Okay.”

[lotusplum]

Marnie Jameston for @abstractsim‘s Anais!

This is Marnie. She’s got a baseball bat with the name of whoever pisses her off. She was born in an orphanage and ran away at age 12 after realizing she might never get picked. Living on the streets was hard but she realized really quickly that she can use her innocence to rob/cheat/steal to those who “felt sorry for her”. When she finally got caught and was thrown back into society she was 16, working in an office. She was just settling into life, had a boyfriend too, but then she caught him cheating on her one night when she came home from work. The next thing she knew, she had a bat in her hand. It was back on the streets where she found solace. She loved the thrill of robbing, of barely being able to get caught by the “fun police” yeah, shes a bit of a rabble-rouser...and even started her own gang of females, who just want to paint the town red...

More facts/info:

- Her favorite color is red

-Has a style of classy 1950′s lady meets grunge loser

-Is heavily influenced by Harley Quinn ngl

- You’ll never see her without red lipstick

-Shes a tough cookie but still craves to be loved 

-Listens to classical music

-Likes to leave lil lipstick kiss prints on people, its her signature sign YOU HAVE BEEN MARKED

She’s ready to love and plans on stealing him away forever...and ever...and ever 💖😈

[irarelypostanything]

Unforgettable Scenes - Retsuko confronts tadano

While the first season of Aggretsuko primarily serves to establish the characters, the second season closely centers itself around a theme: The old vs. the new.  It’s important to clarify here what I mean by old and new.  This doesn’t necessarily mean an age gap, though the series does depict an interesting age dynamic with Anai.  Rather, old vs. new is about traditional, seemingly antiquated ideas vs. sweeping changes that can make these ideas obsolete.

Some people say this was Kabae’s season, but I’m going to make the not-so-earth-shattering claim that Tadano ruled season 2.

*Spoilers*

Close to the final scene, which there is quite a lot of buildup to, Retsuko reveals to Tadano that she sings death metal in her spare time.  This isn’t nearly as big of a deal as the Netflix trailers make it out to be, and I appreciate that--she’s into death metal, but the plot wouldn’t be radically different if she was into punk rock, or emo rock.  All of the characters who know about this “secret” actually accept it pretty openly.  Rather than being all about death metal, Retsuko’s “quirk” serves as a vehicle for her to show her real emotions, and her real feelings.

I found it interesting in the last season, when her previous boyfriend simply heard her and said something like, “that was very beautiful, can you sing another?”  He wasn’t horrified.  He didn’t run away.  He just didn’t get her.

Tadano in this season, I would argue, does get her.  He completely understands where she’s coming from and why she believes what she believes.  But he can’t do it.  Some YouTube commenters say he’s being selfish, and I agree to an extent, but this is where his characterization gets interesting.

Tadano’s like the Prince Charming figure, only he’s better developed than any Prince Charming I’ve ever encountered.  Retsuko finds him at a driving class, where he poses as an ordinary unemployed person (technically he never lies outright, he just doesn’t want everyone to know who he is) and can’t get past the first class.  In reality, he doesn’t need a license because he can afford a chauffeur.  In reality, he doesn’t fail at driving because he’s dumb or unmotivated, but because he believes so firmly in not following rules he finds pointless that he refuses to do things it takes to pass the test.

He’s not a rule follower, he’s a game changer.  Though Retsuko does not agree with him in a philosophical way, the writing acknowledges and possibly even supports his way of thinking.  I find this really interesting.  In the United States, the entire country is pretty split on whether or not it will be beneficial to introduce self-driving vehicles that could put entire truck driving communities in danger.  Retsuko hints at how he would have to lay off his chauffeur, but Tadano sees this as liberating.  He’s not your stereotypical Linus Torvalds or Steve Jobs, some type-A tech person who’s outstanding at working on technology but not so good at interacting with people--he likes people so much that he feels technology like this will free them forever.  They won’t have to drive themselves.  They won’t have to do mundane accounting tasks.  They’ll just be able to get to know each other better, and to do what they truly desire.

And in the end it doesn’t work, and I doubt we’ll see him again.  But he’s still a great character.

[mauriooo]

when you’ve died inside so much that you put down your ocs as vines

(sorry in advance uwu i’ll link the vines on the names though)

(also just a warning i’m only cursing (albeit censored in most cases cos i’m a wimp) in this for the sake of the vine)

Skye - (@ her parents) ms keisha? ms keisha? oh my fxckin god she fxckin dead Pine - (Rico (dead boyfriend) don’t tell your mother ( P )  kiss one another ( R ) dIE FOR EACH OTHER-- Lavender - (cumulo (skye and lavender’s dad)) let me see what you have!! ( L ) a knife!! :) ( C ) nO-- (is stabbed) (prism (s/l’s mom)) oH MY GOD WHY DOES SHE HAVE A KNIFE-- (is also stabbed) CC - i eat cheerios because they’re heart healthy! and my heart has been severely damaged. so john if you’re out there- Pharaoh - (cc does something cool and/or hot while music plays in the background) wow,, Hawthorn - welcome to physics! (sets something on fire) AAAAAAAAAA HOLY MOTHER-- Genesis - (@ hawthorn talking to a police officer) hawthorn! is that a police? i’m calling the weed! (puts 420 into microwave) (disas on other end) 420 whatchu smokin-- Aurora/Downpour - ( A ) i am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand! ( D ) POSEIDON QUIVERS BEFORE HER!! ( A ) FXCK OFF-- Glitch - (hawthorn’s dad Bracken who is a big ol meanie) you stupid ( G ) no i’m not!! ( B ) what’s 9+10? ( G ) ...21 ( B ) yOU STUPID-- Matrix - (after bracken gives him food for the first time in a week (edgy backstory yay!!)) it’s an avocado! ...thanks,, Nova - hurr burr, i have jobs, and a wife, and a kid, and a mortgage and if i drop a bag of my favorite chips on the ground i don’t cry about it Aeria - (Nova, hearing weird flapping sounds) wait what’s that? is that a butterfly? (Aeria, doing the same thing with her ears and wings as in the original vine) ...it’s me Fiti - oh my gah! i think i found my berries!! (holds up a pinecone and takes a bite) (spits it out) ...not my berries :( Ka - (@ the soldiers ready to burn down the entire Gerania kingdom (fiti’s home)) i don’t know what you’re-- (first fire is lit) AAAAAAA-- YOU BETTER STOP, STOP!! BXTCH, STOP! AAAAAAAAAAA-- Blackjack/Hallo - ( H ) haha, it’s like we finish each other’sssss... ( B ) ...sssssSSSATAN WILL RIIIIIIIIISE-- Kohana - i’m nuts about these nuts! but i’m also nuts about my close good friends. (hallo, blackjack, and nimbus surround her) (voiceover) my close good friends! Nimbus - (learning how to fly with music in the background) we’re SOARIN (she slams into the ceiling) FLYINGGG~ Digit/Khloe - ( K ) do you ever want to talk about your emotions, digit? ( D ) mmmm.... no (matrix, faintly) i do ( K ) i know matrix ( M ) i’m sad ( K ) i know matrix Disas - (some random cashier) we actually have the chip reader now! (D, after hacking the cash register, holding up a tortilla chip) oh yeah? hmmmm (cashier) oh it’s not gonna work with that kind of-- (cash register) transaction complete :) (cashier) ...?????? Inklii - (anyone not a dog in the furry universe) is that a DOG in a CAR-- HEY! H E Y! ARE YOU- WHERE’D YOU LEARN TO DRIVE?? ( I ) (muffled barking) (random person) WHAT-- Artemis - (covering up her good eye so she can’t see) hi i’m sorry i didn’t see you there, i was too busy mmmmmm blockin out the haters Luna - (@ bee and sol) i love you bxtch,, i ain’t never gonna stop loving you BXTCH-- Sol - ( S ) that one friend that’s always cold (some random guild member) i’m cold.... ( S ) you’re always cold! but i’ll be damned if you’re not my friend. Bee - (@ sol) hey i’m lesbian ( S ) ...i thought you were Fioran?? Hazel - (seeing the Nothing (Horror Show antagonist, working name) for the first time) aAA-- AAAAAA!! (runs out) (comes back with a baseball bat) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (tries to hit it and fails cos it’s ~incorporeal~) Virus/Michael - (while he was still alive, in a mcdonalds, on a scooter, @ the cashier) do you know what a mcflip is? (the poor cashier) no ( M ) lemme show you (puts scooter on table and gets on) mcFLIP (does a flip off of the counter) Jinx/Cassidy - (anyone who’s ever reciprocated cassidy’s feelings after confessing) oh hey mailman whaddya got? (mailman) just this LETTER!! (reciprocator) aahhhh (mailman) aaaaaaahhhh (cassidy voiceover) jonathan, i don’t love you anymore Chance/Ezekiel - (sees cassidy with a knife) aa (gets stabbed by cassidy) aAA (watches cassidy stab lisa and then herself before he dies) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-- Boo/Lisa - (B after becoming a ghost and seeing Jinx) AAAAAAAAAAA-- AAAAAA ( J ) why are you running? WHY are you running?? Gardenia - (Ashe, bringing in a bouquet) hey babe, happy 1 year (Gardenia, not understanding) ....i’m 23?? Ashe - (after setting off a fire alarm just by being in the room) (you kinda have to watch the original vine for this one) Meredy - i don’t care about my haters, and if you wanna fight me (pulls out knife) then fight me :) Connor - (Nikki) hey how much money do you have? ( C ) uh,, 69 cents ( N ) oop! you know what that means!! ( C ) (sniff) ...i don’t have enough money for chicken nugget :,( Nikki - (before getting prosthetics (xe was born with no arms)) do you think you could push the elevator button for me? (some jerk) no, nikki.... fxckin weirdo (throws water bottle at nikki) Renier - (entering a random room in Card Castle) i’m making copies!! (pushing past Clover) MOVE, i’m GAY (voiceover) in the Card Castle, being gay just has its perks Anais - (holding a fist-sized piece of jello) jello? more like hello (inhales the jello) (chokes) Coraline - who am i? let’s go to the beach, beach! .....ninki minjaj Edward - mr spider? why was it funny to bite me? (steps on spider) is it still funny, mr spider? (dies) Henry - haha! that is NOT correct! because according to the encyclopedia of (indescript lip smacking) Charity - ( C ) i am old! (literally any other zodiac) how old are you? ( C ) sIxTeEn!! i’m a grandmotha Alexander/Evan/Evelyn - (A, jokingly) hail satan! (E1/E2, at the same time) ...hail satan!! ( A ) (loses it) Leander - (as a kid while still alive) you’re disrespecting- you’re disrespecting a future US Army soldier!! (couldn’t find the original clip so have the memed one) Bianca - (Leander, yelling out the window) baaaa!! (Bianca, unamused but still willing to play along) bAAAAAA!!!! Griffin - (holding a coupon for two free tacos) yEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!! (seeing a jack in the box (i think that’s it) in the yet-to-be-named zodiac land) YESSSSS YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS (completely normal voice at the register) i got two free tacos!! Jacques - (marlowe, after teaching him about memes, handing him an empty bottle) here! ( J ) ..this bxtch is empty! (throws bottle) yEET!!! Kai - (@ marlowe while henry and griffin are making out in his (marlowe’s) house) what the fxck-- is this allowed?? what the fxck, is that allowed?? ( H ) sTOP-- Marlowe - hey guys. good alternative to recycling. when you’re done with a glass bottle, eat it! fxckin eat the bottle-- Kibo/Melanie - (melanie) i brought you frankincense (kibo) thank you ( M ) and i brought you.... murrh ( K ) thank you (M, revealing all the people she’s killed for kibo’s love) murrh-DER!!! :D ( K ) (gasp) melanie.... no Lady Fate - (anyone) please, lady fate, just let me have ONE good day?? ( LF ) oh my god, you again? give it a rest, buddy! Piccolo/Newton - (N is sitting on a building) (voiceover) every step you take (P is behind him on a taller building) (voiceover) i’ll be watching you Mauri - *badly strumming guitar* hey, how you doing, well i’m doing just fine, i lied, i’m dying inside Emu - just click the link Aether - oh hi, thanks for checking in, i’m ~still a piece of garbage!!~

[screechingfromthevoid]

D is for Daniel. He is the boyfriend (never husband) of the 2nd Xavier, Percilla. They met in college then sailed around the world together. As they sailed Daniel found a love of the ocean and sailing. So even though he’s a college grad, he gets a job on the docks, making them poor but oh so happy. 

Daniel’s face model is Ronald Epps

Percilla’s face model is Anais Mali

[confrontthefamiliar]

The Fires

I hate the fires. What does it mean? Nothing. 

Finding myself nauseated by all things fiction. I open a book by Don DeLillo and an image obviously meant to evoke a certain emotion makes me feel ashamed for fiction. For making up worlds that do not exist. For the pathos of it all. For using the manipulation of emotion to make the reader believe he or she is human or alive. For wasting my time. (However, I do not believe in the wasting of time). 

I am currently waiting to find out whether my house is going to be burned down by a wildfire. I’ve been waiting all morning. And I can’t stand reading any fiction. This has happened to me before. I tell myself it’s because I’m meant to write something down. I just can’t figure out what it is. 

There was an oddly-placed mirror at the cafe I was at in Brentwood earlier. In a corner of the cafe, in between two corner windows and a fireplace, I chose my table. I noticed a mirror the size of a car side mirror floating above and behind the table, attached to the wall. Perhaps it was meant to reflect whatever I was reading or writing to the person sitting across from me. I found this absolutely too much and chose a different table. 

 Sometimes everything I read reads like reflection. This is when I can’t stand any of it. Seeing writing as a reflection takes all of the mystery out of it. It takes the art out of it. It’s too bad. Idiots reflecting to other idiots. I miss the times reading felt like action and I could pick up the sentences. When reading felt revolutionary, rebellious, insurgent. Now I can see the words have just been stuck on the page. No magic.

There are two times I’ve felt like this before. The first time is when I came back to the US from traveling other countries. Anais Nin became melodramatic. Joan Didion’s prose seemed overbearing. Thomas Pynchon; maniac. All my favorites were trying too hard to convince me of various realities. Their arguments felt flat, dismal. I hated myself for wondering if I had outgrown them, as if I could do any better. 

And here I am again. Trying not to try to see the meaning in the wildfires. Trying not to try to see them as an entity. 

I said a prayer last night at the group home with two of the boys. One gave me his stuffed duck to pet but then he made me hold it and I think I held onto it without realizing for a good half hour as I ran back and forth into the house and outside to the front yard to watch the growing flames. 

The first thing that happened was that we experienced the power outage. The boys reacted predictably: some started humming creepy horror movie soundtracks, others became animatedly panicked and excited. But we got them all into bed and asleep within the hour. Except for the boy who always takes forever to go to bed, who suddenly had a critical longing to see the stars. I made a deal with him that if we let him outside to look at them he would not leave his room afterward. He agreed. I rushed outside with him because the faster you move to go outside to look at the stars, the more cinematic it feels because it’s like you’re suddenly cutting from an interior shot to an exterior shot of the sky, and to feel cinematic is to feel more alive. So we ran outside and looked up at the stars together, frantically. Wow! He said. I told him they were brighter when I left in the early mornings at 4-5am. He didn’t believe me, of course. But looking back on it I probably just sounded like a typical grown-up kill-joy. Because I had been on the earth a certain amount of time longer I must know more about it and what things are meant to be exclaimed about(nothing) and what things aren’t. I have a lot more empathy for my dad now that I’ve realized how easy it is to accidentally project this stupid lie.That was when he first spotted the fires. He pointed out a pink cloud. Then we saw there were two pink clouds. What is that? We wondered. It’s a fire. After he was in bed I watched it grow and grow and then smoke arched over us all. What does it mean? Nothing. I hate the fires. But it feels like I’m hating sharks. Sharks don’t kill people, they just eat. Fires don’t destroy homes, they just burn.

I drove out of Ventura at 2 am, loaded with all my stuff and headed to West LA where my boyfriend lived. As I drove past the wildfires I started to feel like I was ditching my city. I needed sleep and I knew I couldn’t get it where fires raged a mile away from me but Guilt tapped me on the shoulder anyways. I texted my friend who lived in the hills to see if she was okay. She had already evacuated and was expecting to be homeless tomorrow but she didn’t need any help. 

Then I started to think about my purpose in the world and what it meant to be a teacher and who I was in my community. I’m not sure how this made me feel but I’m pretty sure the best feeling is remembering how unimportant you are. How it doesn’t matter what happens to you. 

I read a whole book cover to cover the next day. It happened so slightly. I was driving back to Ventura and I stopped at the county line to pee and to check the surf. I got back into my car and started reading Patti Smith. Then I walked across the street to Neptune’s and got a crab cake sandwich with fries and tartar sauce and kept reading. I drove home and saw black smoke bleeding out of Ventura. The smoke made it feel like the town was one bathroom in a cigarette smoker’s house. I took a nap and then drew a bath with Epsom salts. I finished the book in the bath. Somehow I felt a little better about my place in the world.

My cough started the morning before the fires had even ignited. What does it mean?