#eh its okay ill reblog it better later

[hyperfixated-homo]

I made some more fanart of @korruptbrekker 's ocs! Ft another spotlight lighting system apparently? Something about drawing your ocs make's me want to use spotlights ig lol

Click for quality! Two different light versions + unshaded under the cut

[faeryloki]

𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 ♢ 𝐚. 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ➸ 1.6k 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 ➸ “i said i was gonna show you how much i missed you, and i am, gonna make you feel so good, baby.” 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ➸ SMUT 18+, MINORS DNI, soft smut, fluff, lil bit of a breeding kink, andy being soft, aftercare, 

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     the sun shone through the windows, its light peaking onto the living room where you sat, a sense of calm coursing through you. golden hour, 5 o’clock. the keys jingled behind the door, the lock turning as you grew excited.

“oh honey, i’m home,” he called out, his voice in a joking tone, door shutting behind him as you stood up, playing along.

“oh my dearest lover, i do hope the business trip wasn’t too hard on you,” you giggled, walking up to him and bringing his lips to yours.

“got better now that i’m home,” he smiled, placing a small kiss onto your shoulder blade as you stood there for a moment, basking in each others embrace.

“how was your job?” he mumbled into your neck, hands moving from his hold on your waist to wrap around you fully/

“boring, just sat here all day, waiting for at least one job to employ me,” you grumbled.

“well we are in a global pandemic, a lot of people are out of jobs.”

“yeah, i know, just miss working.”

he grumbled an “i know, honey” into your neck as he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist before plopping onto the couch, a squeal leaving your lips as he fell back.

he chuckled, leaving a small kiss against the corner of your lips, trailing to your collar bone before slipping the neckline of his shirt you borrowed to expose your shoulder. a hum of content sounding from your throat as he kissed back up to your mouth, his lips soft and warm on yours.

you broke away, mumbling into his mouth, “i missed you.”

“i missed you too, baby,” he hummed, “gonna make you feel good, gonna show you how much i missed you.”

you nodded, whispering an “okay” as he lifted the t-shirt over your head, groaning at the sight of your bare breasts and hem over the lace panties that rose above the booty shorts you were wearing.

“gonna kill me with how sexy you are, baby,” he laughed, kissing you again as he flipped you over, laying you on your back and kissing down your chest. he stopped before your shorts, toying with the hem before sliding them and your panties down your legs, sitting up to pull them.

he stared for a moment at your figure, laid out before him, ready to be devoured, his voice was barely above a whisper, eyes meeting yours as he spoke, “so fucking beautiful….”

he leaned down, a smirk playing at his lips as he kissed your folds, a soft sigh leaving your parted lips, your hands running through his hair as eh got to work, kissing and licking at your clit. every moan of yours spurred him on as he continues, inserting a finger and coaxing your walls, hitting the spongy spot that had you moaning loudly in seconds.

soft moans of enjoyment left his throat, the vibrations making you gasp softly, tightening your hold on his hair, “please andy…please.”

“i got you, baby, let me take care of you, gonna make you feel so good,” he whispered against you, his breath sending shivers down your spine as you mumbled small pleads as he began again, his fingers kept going, pumping and curling inside you as he stroked that same spot over and over again, the softness of his movements combining with it bringing you closer to the edge.

“so pretty baby, gonna cum for me? gonna coat my fingers with your cum? soak my hand?” he teased, stopping his mouth’s movements as he talked.

“a-andy please, i’m so close, please,” you whimpered, back arching as his tongue worked your clit, sucking lightly. he smirked against you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge, but never letting you go over, keeping you there as he listened to your moans and whines.

“come on, baby, cum for me, coat my fingers like i know you can,” his voice sent you over the edge, your moans filling the room along with sound of his fingers pumping in out out with your slick, guiding you through the waves of pleasure as he kissed up your body, praising you and leaving love bites.

his fingers left your entrance, the empty feeling making you whine as he chuckles, taking off his shirt and pants as he spoke, “what baby? miss my fingers already? don’t worry, gonna fill you nice and good with my cock, stretch you out just how you like it.

you whimpered at his words, tugging on his arm that danced across your skin, begging him to hurry. he simply left a kiss at the bottom of your throat, aligning himself before sinking in. quiet moans and whines left you, groans sounding from him.

“fuck, baby, so tight, just fucked you yesterday, almost like i never did,” he moaned into your neck, laying a small kiss and he slowly pumped in and out. your whimpers and moans sounded, finger nails digging into his biceps as he growled, pumping faster, “such a tight little cunt, baby, feels so good, might just have to fuck you until this pretty pussy cant take anymore. want that baby? want me to fuck you until your a drooling mess?”

“p-please andy, harder, please,” you whined, hips bucking against his.

“no no no, baby, we’re gonna go nice and slow, wanna make you cum so many times from just my cock,” he chuckled, hips meeting your slightly faster, “oh baby, you gonna cum already? gonna cum on my cock?”

“a-andy please, i’m so close, please,” you felt that familiar knot grow tighter and tighter, his hips snapping into yours at the same slow-ish pace, the feeling becoming overwhelming as you finally let go.

“such a good girl, so pretty, baby, love making you feel good,” he whispered into you, pulling out and flipping you over onto your hands and knees, “gonna give me a couple more, okay baby? gonna make you feel so good, wont be able to walk tomorrow, gonna let me take care of you, baby?”

a finger stroked your sensitive clit, whimpers left your lips as you buried your head in a pillow, biting down as he stuffed you again, going at the same antagonizing pace.

“a-andy please, faster please,” you breathlessly moaned, pushing your hips back to him. the action made him tut at you, a small slap to your thigh made you still your movements.

“baby, you take what i give you, you know that, and i want to go so slow it makes you feel so good, okay? said i was gonna show you how much i missed you, and i am, gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

“andy please,” you moaned, back arching as you whimpered, already feeling the knot begin to form in your stomach.

his arm wrapped under your stomach and to your neck, pulling you flush against him in a light choke as he refused to go any faster, fucking you deeper in the new position. your moans caught in your throat with each thrust, feeling his smirk against your shoulder as he kissed and sucked, a bruising grip on your hip with his other hand.

“you gonna cum baby? gonna cum on my cock again? ‘m gonna cum too baby, you want me to fill you up? want me to fil you with my cum?”

“y-yes andy, please,” you moaned, nails digging into his forearm that belonged to the hand around your throat, which lightly squeezed with every word of his.

“you do, baby? want me to fill you up? get you all full of my cum? wanna be all round with my kid? come one, baby, what do you want?”

“please andy, make me a mama, please andy, wanna be all full of you, please,” you choked out, on the verge of coming.

“yeah, baby? can feel you clenching around, fuck, feels so good- shit, gonna fill you so good baby, come on, cum, doll, wanna fell that cunt squeeze me,” he groaned into your neck as you came, continuing his thrusts before his hips started to loose rhythm, filling you up as he kissed and moaned into your neck.

“did so good baby, so good,” he groaned pulling out and laying you down as you whined, “gimme a sec, pretty girl, gonna get a wet towel and start a bath, okay? i’ll only be a moment.” he kissed your cheek, standing up and leaving the living room.

minutes later he came back, wiping you off and picking you up, bringing you to the bathroom as you smiled in surprise, seeing the bathtub filled with rose petals and bubbles.

he set you down, standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist, kissing the side of your head, “missed you so much, baby. wanted to make the night i come back special, was a long trip.”

you turned around in his arms, putting yours over his shoulder as you kissed his lips softly, “its perfect, babe.”

you grabbed his hand tugging him towards the tub, getting in as he followed after, sitting behind you with his legs slightly bent from the smaller length of the tub.

“we should get a bigger tub,” he grumbled, a laugh erupting from you.

“we’ll do that another day, right now i just wanna spend time with you,” you said, grabbing the glass of champagne that was on the side of the tub and taking a sip, basking in the smell of roses and lavender.

“i love you, andy.”

“i love you too, baby.”

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still uploading all my old fics, ill notify you all when i fiish, i have to reformat and make new moodboards for them all TuT so its gonna take a week or so

[orwocolor]

Love Thy Neighbour - Chapter Seven

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Gwilym shows up in your bookstore to apologise but there still might be more obstacles on your way to happiness.

Author’s Note: And another sprinkle of angst so that chapter six doesn’t feel so lonely. Only one more chapter and an epilogue remain, so keep an eye out for those! Comments and reblogs are always very appreciated :) Check my masterlist to read the previous chapters. Dedicated to my sweetie @justgwilym​.

Dragging your feet, you crash on your sofa, a floral pattern of one of the walls spinning around you. You squeeze your eyes shut, but as you lose the point of focus, you sense a rise of, so far, the most powerful wave of nausea. You fight the feeling and instead fix your gaze on one of the paintings decorating the living room.

Breathe in.

And breathe out.

You should not have drunk that much. But Jane and Charlotte were unstoppable and admittedly, you needed it. After a couple of drinks, you actually started having fun. Daniel turned out to be a very pleasant companion with a taste for slightly dry humour that, partially due to your inebriated state, made you burst in laughter multiple times during the party.

Oh god, you are going to hate yourself so much tomorrow.

Once it seems the whole world will not tilt again and toss you on your side, you brave a few steps into the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water. Gulping it down, you can already feel its beneficial effects, which are further enhanced when you press the cold glass against your forehead. You serve yourself another drink and with each sip, you begin to trust your legs again.

You release a content sigh as a soft breeze and smell of rain touch your cheeks when you open the windows; it truly does a world of good. Grabbing yourself two slices of toast bread, you settle onto the sofa, open your laptop and click on a random video for you to watch while you wait to get better before you go to bed. If you lay down right now, you’re sure you would throw up.

With an occasional chuckle leaving your lips as you listen rather than watch a stand-up show, you almost miss a soft, hesitant knock on your door. Almost. Your fingers hover above the keyboard as you contemplate pausing the video. If you press the space key right now, there will be no doubt you’ve heard the knocking.

Slowly retracting your hand back to your side, you let the comedian continue in her sketch and you just wait. It probably takes only a minute, but for you, it’s an eternity before you can hear Gwil shut the door to his flat behind him.

You release a breath you have not realised you were holding and hide your face in your palms.

You are not in a state to face him right now. You need some time. And most importantly, you need to put some space between you, otherwise you’re going to care way too much, and you are not in the position of allowing yourself feelings of that sort.

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“I’m sorry, sir, I’ll be back in a minute, just let me attend to this young lady,” you throw behind your shoulder as you rush to the cash desk and leave a customer in the historical section.

“Maybe I can be of service,” Mr Dean appears next to the customer’s shoulder, who jumps a bit, not expecting someone else, and you send a grateful glance to your friend. You knew you could count on him. Whenever he’s in a good mood, he loves to entertain people in the bookshop and no matter the topic or genre they’re looking for, he turns into an expert, gladly offering recommendations.

You hide a smile when you notice Mr Dean’s eyes sparkling as the man mentions the French revolution and he starts guiding him to the needed section.

“Here you go,” you hand the young woman her bag and say your goodbyes, a shrilling sound of chimes hanging at the entrance door announcing her departure.

While you bend down and disappear behind the till to throw away the receipt the woman didn’t want, the chimes sound again, and you emerge from behind the cash desk.

No.

He’s there, right in front of you, the surprise written in his face matching yours.

“Hello,” Gwil says softly and for a split of a second, you forget to breathe.

You’ve managed to avoid him the whole weekend by some miracle, although, admittedly, on one occasion, when you were forced out of your flat to do grocery shopping, you spotted him at the entrance door when you made a turn to your street. At that moment, you remembered you wanted to check something on your phone, and after fiddling with it long enough for Gwil to get home, you plucked up the courage to do the same.

You assured yourself you just needed some time and space and by the time you would meet him, you would have known what to tell him.

Well, your past self can go screw herself because here you are with your tongue tied.

“Hi, Y/N!” Ben is on Gwil’s tail and greets you cheerfully, his hand raised in a wave.

“Hi,” you manage to blurt out, quite happy with yourself for not butchering the single syllable. It’s all about little victories, right?

“So, uh, I’ll go check some books I guess,” Ben breaks the silence when neither you nor Gwil seems to do so, and scurries farther into the store.

“I am so, so sorry, Y/N,” Gwil eventually breathes out and raises his lowered eyes. “I wish I could have a good reason for not showing up the other day and for copping out on you like that, but I just don’t. I…”

He looks around and bites his lips, looking for a way of how to finish his sentence in books-filled shelves.

You wait patiently because you have the feeling that there is something he needs to say, and it would be ill-advised to interrupt his thoughts.

“Okay, I’m probably already not in your good books, so why not make even a bigger twat of myself, eh.”

“Ha, in the good books. Get it? You’re in a bookshop,” you chuckle, your voice not as strong as you would like it to be.

“Yeah,” he replies, and the corners of his lips rise up slightly. Soon, his voice turns serious again. “Well, I went to that stupid audition and I just fucked it up. Yeah, there’s no better word for that. I fucked it up, big time. I tried to persuade them to give me another chance, I said I would do anything, and the production assistant surprised me. She promised me another audition if I went for a drink with her afterwards, and I… didn’t refuse.” He takes a deep, shaky breath, presumably the first one since he started explaining what had happened. “I wasn’t thinking, and when I realised I was supposed to be with you, it was too late.”

“You could have called me,” you say slowly, daring to meet his gaze.

“My phone was dead. I was fiddling with it so much while I was waiting for the audition. Was driving Ben absolutely crazy.”

“Can confirm!” Ben’s head peeps out from behind a shelf and quickly hides again when he spots both your and Gwil’s not so amused expressions.

“Still,” you start and shake away the trembling feeling that is creeping to your voice, “You could have come by later and explain all of that to me that night.”

By some miracle, it’s as if he senses the direction of your thoughts, and rushes to set the record straight, offering the absolution you haven’t, until now, realised you desperately craved.

“The moment it dawned on me what a jerk I was, I said my goodbyes and left. But it was too late, and I felt like such a prick, so I actually dropped in another pub and drank some more. Was so shit-faced I stayed at my brother’s ‘cause he lives in that area.”

A great weight is lifted from your shoulders and you can finally take a deep and long breath. You feel a smile tugging at the corners of your lips but Gwilym does not see it; he is avoiding your eyes, as mortification keeps surrounding his whole person.

“I am so, so sorry,” he repeats once again and the moment the words leave his lips, you forgive him.

Actually, you already have.

You are just about to tell him so when he finally finds the courage to look into your eyes as he reaches out and gently grasps your hands that have been resting on the counter.

“Please, can you forgive me?”

His thumbs are lightly stroking your skin and you cannot tear away your gaze from his beautiful blue eyes.

“Sir, I must ask you to leave right now!”

Wait, what?

It takes you a moment to become aware of where you are and what is happening. The bookshop, right. And as for what is going on…

“Sir, I won’t repeat myself, leave this building immediately!” Peter’s voice reaches such volume that every customer stops in their tracks, their curiosity taking the better of themselves.  

“I was only showing this young lad the historic section. I don’t reckon it’s a crime,” Mr Dean responds in his defence, which only infuriates Peter some more.

“You’re always just helping other customers, or browsing, or, God forbid, reading our books without paying a single penny for them. I want you gone. This is not a library!”

“Peter,” you say weakly, not capable of wrapping your head around it. He isn’t supposed to be here, otherwise you would have warned Mr Dean beforehand.

“Is that the Mr Dean you told me about?” Gwil whispers and it is only then when you notice your hands are still placed in his and his face is much closer to yours than you remember.

“Yes, I’m–” you start but Gwilym won’t let you finish the sentence.

“Trust me, darling. I’ll stop by at your place at around seven, okay?” he hastily says and places a soft kiss to your cheek before leaving you at the till dumbfounded.

“Grandpa!” he greets joyfully and rushes to Mr Dean to give him a proper hug. “Have you found the book you told me about?”

Mr Dean shoots a glance your way before he replies. “Ah, I… Yes. Yes, yes, I did, give me a second.” You’re taken aback by his quick reaction because you have not moved from your spot, your jaw down, and you are pretty sure your arms are still stretched in front of you although Gwilym’s warm palms are no longer holding them. You fix your posture in an instant and clear your throat, at least trying to give the impression of having everything under control.

Although you are not particularly proud of yourself, you’re still doing better than Peter. He is just standing there, opening his mouth like fish as no words are leaving his lips.

Gwilym pretends he has only just noticed him and raises his eyebrows in make-believe innocence. “Is there any problem here?”

It takes a couple of moments before Peter gathers his bearings.

“I’m sorry, but this is your grandfather?” he finally finds his voice and points an accusatory finger at your dear friend.

“Yeah! He’s been wearing my ear off about this wonderful book he discovered here, so I’m here to get it for him. For his birthday, you know? Which is coming soon, isn’t that right, grandpa?”

“In a couple of days, actually,” Mr Dean confirms and nods his head seriously as if contemplating the fleetingness of time and existence.

“Urgh, I’m the worst grandson ever, really, looking for gifts this late, I should be ashamed of myself.” You are fascinated by Gwil’s acting; he doesn’t miss a beat and comes up with lies so quickly, all you can do is stare in astonishment. It’s not like anyone needs you right now because all customers are watching the scene unfold.

“Ah, got it!” The victorious announcement of Mr Dean makes Gwil turn on his heel and leave Peter behind.

“Wow, that’s really pretty! You weren’t lying about the photographs.” Gwil expertly inspects the pictures of various relics and nods, approvement and appreciation readable from his pursed lips. “Excellent! We’ll take it.” He closes the book in one swift motion and heads to your cash desk.

By this time, you have composed yourself enough to remember all the common niceties, and you are quite proud of your performance as you easily scan the book that you’ve seen cradled in Mr Dean’s palms many afternoons and punch the price into the card reader so that Gwil can pay.

“Would you like it gift-wrapped?” you do not forget to ask and when your gaze meets Gwil, your heart starts beating so fast you almost can’t hear the answer.

“Oh yes, please, that is if we’re not bothering you.” Gwil’s smile lights up his whole face.

“No bother at all,” the corners of your lips rise in a matching smile and you procced to neatly wrap the book in a piece of brown paper, taking extra care to tie a dark blue ribbon around the package.

“Thank you so much, have a lovely day!” Gwilym places the book under his arm and leaves the shop, Mr Dean on his tail offers a wave and a wink that, hopefully, Peter cannot see.

Through the display window, you almost miss Gwil turning around and mouthing ‘see you tonight’ before he and Mr Dean disappear behind the corner. You almost burst into laughter when Ben suddenly emerges from behind the bookshelves and dashes after them.

You have got the feeling that Peter is mumbling something, but all you can think about is your lovely neighbour and the kiss he ever so gently placed on your cheek.

You resist the temptation to touch your face, wondering whether the imprint of Gwil’s lips can be found there, or whether the gesture is forever inscribed into your mind only.

But then, you finally register Peter’s words...

“I can’t believe it! And of all days he’s got to pick today and embarrass me in front of the buyers. God damn it!”

… and your smile freezes.

~

Buyers.

The sequence of syllables still sounds foreign and dangerous to your ears.

Buyers.

No matter how many times it rolls off your tongue, the word remains the same.

So that’s it. Peter’s made up his mind and he is going to sell the bookshop. And that leaves so many questions unanswered. The new owners, are they going to keep the staff, or do they plan to hire a new bunch of people? Is there even some certainty that they will not rebrand and establish a branch of a fast-food chain? It’s not like the city is flooded with them, right.

You feel the dizziness creeping up your neck as those thoughts swirl in your head, not permitting you a moment of peace. You almost crash into a passer-by, but thankfully you manage to keep yourself upright and the take-out bag with your late lunch intact in your hold.

Once you finally arrive home, you heat up the food you have brought with you and open your favourite book in a desperate attempt to diverge the direction of your thoughts.

You are torn between biting your nails from the uncertainty of your future career and halting in the story and daydreaming about Gwilym’s visit tonight. And with that mindset, you go about your day while you clean up, water plants, and dust your flat; you have been putting it off for ages.

Emerged in thoughts, you almost mishear the buzzing sound of the bell. You are wearing baggy trousers and an old t-shirt with stains God-knows from what. You have reckoned you’ve still got time to change before Gwil’s visit. Oh well, he has seen you at your worse.

However, your brows furrow as you step into the hall and catch a glimpse of the digital clock.

5.40 p.m.

Swinging the door open, you are met with no one. Another sound of the bell and the line on your forehead deepens.

“Hello,” you mutter when you press the intercom, and the static comes through.

“Y/N! Hi! Ready to go out and grab coffee with me?”

It takes a moment before the dots connect.

“Oh, Daniel, hi! I… erm… can you give me ten minutes?”

“Sure thing!”

The dash across your flat, from the door to the dresser, then to the bathroom and back to the hall could be considered a match to any Olympian’s winning sprint race, but it is too early after your accident and your ankle makes itself known. You grit your teeth and grab a purse, leaving your flat and hoping no appliances have stayed turned on.

How could you have forgotten?! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

“Hi!” you greet breathlessly when you fly from the entrance door, and Daniel gives you a lopsided smile.

“You forgot, didn’t you?” No matter how hard you try not to give anything away, the blush on your cheeks betrays you. “Oh my God, you did!” Barking out a laugh, he lets you take a couple of deep breaths before you start walking down the street. “Maybe it should be you who’s gonna buy the coffee today.”

“Gladly,” you smile and spot a cosy café. For a split second, you consider taking him to Hazel’s, but then you imagine the soft hues of brown and gold against black and white background of your most beloved café. Your mind goes straight to the day you bumped into Gwil and Ben in there and you do not wish to stain that memory. Besides, this café is right behind the corner of your block of flats, which means you shouldn’t get stuck at some far-off place. “Actually, I owe you ‘cos I’ve got some plans at seven and I need to get home by then.”

“Oh, okay,” he replies hesitantly, and you bite your lips, feeling like an arse. Well, you can make it up for him by paying for the coffee, right?

~

You are trying. You are really, truly trying. Daniel is nice. Funny, smart, and knows all the iconic movie lines off pat, however, the moment you look into his eyes, you feel nothing, there is no bated breath, no heart beating fast. Nothing. And honestly, it seems you are not making a particularly good impression either. He takes notice of your constant checking the time on your phone, and when you catch yourself doing it for an umpteenth time, you roll your eyes at yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter after a moment of silence, which you wish were a companionable one, but you are too fidgety.

“It’s fine, I get it,” Dan offers a sheepish smile, which you return. “Let’s get you back home, okay?”

The wind is chilling and light drizzle lands on your hair. As you walk down the street, you notice that Daniel is trying to gently hold your hand. It starts with your fingers brushing and you would dismiss it as an accidental touch but when his fingertips graze the back of your palm, you sense the intention in the gesture. You bring your hand up, brushing off a damp strand of hair and scratching the back of your neck so as not to give him another opportunity for touch.

Hoping this debacle is behind you now, you say your goodbyes and grab the door handle to your building. Oh, how foolish!

“I know you’re lost in thought today but it was a nice date and honestly, I’m not ready for it to end.” He gives you a smile and his eyes sparkle when you stop in your tracks and turn your head to face him.

His gaze drops down to your lips and you are (literally) taken aback by the movement to such extent that your body shoots away. In the process, you press your back to the doorbell panel and jump a bit, not expecting that kind of contact.

“Careful.” Daniel’s fingers find your waist to keep you upright. “I realise I might not be the man of your dreams, but I hope we can go for dinner next time.”

“I…” you start, unable to find the words that would not hurt him.

“No, don’t say anything,” he whispers, and it is only then when you realise his face has inched closer to yours. And then he presses his lips to yours, and you freeze at the spot.

Your eyelids do not tremble with emotion, neither do you melt into his touch. You just stand there, barely moving your lips and thinking that this guy just cannot take a hint. You might have been waving the ‘I am not interested’ flag right in front of his face and he still would be none the wiser.

When he finally lets go, your gaze is still fixed forward and you suck in your lips in a subconscious effort to prevent him from another attempt of a kiss. However, you catch a flicker of light in the corner of your eyes and without giving it a second thought you twist your neck, and your gaze falls into the entrance hall. The windowpane which reflected two figures kissing a moment ago turns transparent and reveals a figure standing inside.

He’s there, at the top of the staircase, taking you by surprise for a second time this day.

But this time, his eyes are hurt behind his glasses, a deep line is forming on his forehead, and it seems as if he’s rooted to the cold stone floor. Your heart is breaking at the sight of him and you know you must do anything within your power to atone for this moment because you never ever want to see such pain written in his face.

“Gwil,” you breathe out softly and bend down to escape Daniel’s embrace. Pushing the main door, you rush to your neighbour, your friend, your… “Gwil, this means nothing, I’m not –”

“My doorbell rang, and I was foolish enough to think you couldn’t wait until seven. I…” He is avoiding your gaze, his eyes roving round the hall. He brings his hands to his sides, but quickly finds out there are no pockets in his soft camel pleated trousers and so he clasps them together. When he bites his trembling lips, it is almost unbearable to keep your eyes on him, but you cannot look away either.

Then, his features harden, and it is probably worse than before as your stomach tightens.

“Goodbye.”

You almost miss the sound, his voice barely above a whisper. Tears threaten to fall down your cheeks, but Gwilym is already gone, his moccasins tapping against the cold tiles of the stairs. You fight the urge to wrap your arms around yourself and have a breakdown right here and now. All you do is simply turn around, every movement calculated so as not to make an unnecessary one. Daniel is still standing at the entrance, his eyebrows raised in the piqued curiosity of what has just occurred.

“I can’t go for another date with you. I’m sorry.”

But you don’t feel sorry at all, well, not sorry for him at least. Your thoughts have turned into a tangled ball of turmoil and indescribable emotions, which are hard to make sense of.

When you reach your floor, you stop in your tracks to your flat. You have thought you lost all the courage, but you muster some from deep inside and cross the hall to knock on his door with determination.

God knows how long you are standing there, you knock again, and again.

Nothing.

Not even a sign of hope.

Your heart skips a beat when you finally hear the creak of a door being open, but a lump forms in your throat instead when it dawns on you that it is not Gwil’s door but Mrs Thompson’s.

“Hello Mrs Thompson,” you greet meekly the slightly open door of the 3A flat and drag your feet to your home.

You do not bother taking off your shoes or clothes. Crushing straight into your bed, you finally give yourself the permission to let your emotions flow and cry yourself to sleep.

~

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[moonraccoon-exe]

Hello Coonie :3 I had that weird feeling too before logging off and then again as I logged back in. Just wanna tell you, I’m still here and I’m sure many others too. :3 I‘m sorry you didn’t get to see the meteors but they return every year so you will have lots of opportunities in the future to see them. -Peridot

PERIDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

YOU LOVELY MOST GORGEOUS SWEETEST CUTIEPIE, YOU BEAUTIFUL MUFFIN, HELLO AGAIN

It was a super strange sensation, wasn’t it? I never actually log off, lol, I’ve just done it like 3 times or so. So the fact that I wasn’t only logging off, but not coming back in a day, and in the day where so many people swore to leave, it was strange. Still is, to be honest. I don’t know if it’s the politics going on, or people still protesting, but my dashboard has been very lonely, mostly today.

On “school” days I leave for 3 or 4 hours, and when I come back I scroll down and down and down. This time, there were only like 5 reblogs before I got to the post I last saw before leaving. So...I will assume people will really  just stop posting, after all... :’(

So yep, that makes it feel weird even today. It’s like it’s a post-apocalyptic land and I’m here like, I knew it would happen, and I’m fine with it, but it’s still strange? Hahah, you get me :)

And yep, I’m happy to know you’re still here as so are many others!! Leaving Tumblr feels...odd, ya know. I don’t like Twitter, and other sites are like eh, I really like the Tumblr format, so despite it all, I think I’ll stick around for a long while. I’m sad not many decided the same, but as you said, it’s still quite some people who are still around, so that’s okay. I’m happy I get to keep my friends and all :’)

And yeah, not even on the second night did I get my chance to see the meteors :( I think it was even worse than the night before, regarding how cloudy it was. Absolutely ridiculous. But ONE DAY, you’ll see. ONE DAY I’ll see the most beautiful and magical meteor shower! They were so clear back when I lived in the moon, why aren’t they letting me see them from earth? Maybe they’re upset at me for leaving outer space aahh D:

But yeh!! Sorry for leaving a short answer, dear Peridot, just saw your other ask and I thought I’d answer that one a little more lengthy instead :3

Thank you for taking the time to write to me, and thank you for being as nice as always. Thank you for sticking by, too!! Your presence and my other friends’ who are staying really cheered me up and lifted my spirits. Since the first moment you told me you’re staying, it made it things so much better, and staying here, worth it. I’d rather this site bans me any sort of content (I’ll find another place to post stuff), than leave it. Only here I have you and my other anons and other friends, and that, I trade for nothing. Thank you for staying and for making this post-apocalyptic landsight so worth it...

Talking to you in a bit,  and if not, tomorrow for sure, buddy! I’m feeling very lazy today and haven’t gamed in a very long while, so I’m feeling like it (can’t miss the FFXV x FFXIV collab like I missed the one with Terra-something aaaah!!)

See ya later, buddy!! I send you LOTS of maccoonie hugs!!

[smallcatwoman]

Bruce Wayne outside of Batman

So I saw this: 

Bruce Wayne could do a lot more to fight crime in Gotham City by funding youth programs with his immense wealth instead of dressing up like a bat and dishing out vigilante justice. (just-shower-thoughts)

And thought it would be a cool to research Bruce as a philanthropist and Wayne Enterprises as a business. You know, instead of applying to jobs or cleaning. 

Basically all Bruce does all night and day is give to charity and help people. 

The main organization he uses is the Wayne Foundation, an umbrella company for the Thomas Wayne Foundation and the Martha Wayne Foundation. TWF is for medicine/science and gives awards/money to research/researches, funds the Memorial Clinic in Park Row (ie Crime Alley) where Leslie Thompkins treats anyone and everyone who comes through her door (villains included), and dozens of other clinics around Gotham. The MWF is for the arts/urban revitalization of Gotham, families, and education. It runs orphanages (and built its own orphanage), creates and funds schools, preps teachers for learning disabilities, gives grants to artists, and sponsors Family Finders, which exists to reunite families. Also soo many soup kitchens. It is also the organization that gives money/scholarships to Gotham Academy. It maintains museums in Gotham, exhibits art and film festivals, as well as being a big sponsor of the theater scene. 

The Wayne Foundation also funded Victims Inc, which aimed to help victims of violent crimes. Then there’s Neon Knights, which is started by Tamara Fox/Tim Drake and is funded by the Wayne Foundation. The organization basically is geared toward helping at-risk youth and.. former gang members/teenagers likely to join gangs/something about gangs, it’s been a while since I’ve read Red Robin. He also helps Selina Kyle get her own community center in the East End part of Gotham (ie Catwoman territory) using money she stole from Black Mask/a crime boss of Gotham. 

And he rebuilt Gotham essentially through Wayne Enterprises after No Man’s Land, pushing Lex Luthor out of Gotham.  After a huge earthquake demolishes the city, the Federal government declares Gotham a “no man’s land.” Gotham has a reputation for being a wasteland so they were mostly thinking “eh better off without it, let’s get all the good people out first tho” but a lot of people were left behind, including mostly minorities, homeless, orphaned, disabled, injured, poor, and convicted felons. They gov’t destroyed all the bridges/tunnels/roads that lead into Gotham and set up military blockades to ensure no one/no medical supplies/no food goes in or out (i always thought that was absurd until I saw the federal fumbles post-Katrina but I digress). During No Man’s Land, he worked together with Poison Ivy to feed the city and shelter various orphans. 

Bruce lobbied Congress to end the No Man’s Land mandate and helped it eventually pass the Billion Dollar Build-up Federal Works Project which used the Wayne Enterprises, the Wayne Foundation, the US Army Engineers, LexCorp, and STAR Labs to rebuild. It also employs thousands of people in Gotham. Wayne Enterprises also started buying up buildings and forcing architects/engineers to “Earthquake proof” new builds so that they can survive an 8.5 Earthquake. Even before NML, all Wayne buildings (like Oracle’s watchtower) were Earthquake-proof. IN ADDITION, HE MADE SURE EVERY NEW BUILDING/REPAIRED OLD BUILDING WOULD BE MADE HANDICAP ACCESSIBLE (I bolded that because it gives me so many Oracle/Batman family friendship feels). 

Bruce also always pays for property damage, especially to individual victims. Catwoman v2 #82 (2008):

He funds troops and the police force. During and after Dick Grayson’s stint as a Bludhaven Police Officer, the department—which was MASSIVELY underfunded—received huge amounts of top-of-the-line equipment, like high tech bullet proof vests and body armor to soldiers abroad. Also, in Black Mirror, the Foundation builds a high-tech, multimillion dollar forensic lab and donates it to the police force. 

(sidenote, look how cute— Dick keeps pictures of Bruce, Alfred, and Babs in his locker!!!!)

Red Robin #04: 

He also buys the Daily Planet, ie the pulitzer-prize winning newspaper that Lois Lane and Clark Kent work for. I can’t remember all the details but basically, the Planet is one of the few papers in Metropolis not owned by Lex Luthor and thus the only paper that’s printing critical stories of LexCorp and evil Lex/the guy who owns Metropolis. Lois negotiates ownership over to Perry and then Bruce buys it, working to keep the newspaper out of Luthor’s control/keep free press. 

Wayne Foundation also funds superhero groups and superheroes like Young Justice, Teen Titans, Outsiders, the Birds of Prey (although Babs does some other things to secure funding too), and the Justice League. He bought much of the equipment Doctor Mid-Nite uses in the Justice Society of America. Then there’s Batman Incorporated, which runs all over the world, and Wayne Enterprises owns Holt Inc ie Michael Holt/Mister Terrific’s business (although you could argue that Holt Inc helps WE out, since the patents on Holt inventions like T-Spheres are extremely lucrative). He does a lot to take care of the families of superheroes, like setting up a college fund for Irey and Jai West (kids of the Flash, Wally West, and Linda Park-West), pays for Supergirl/Kara’s school/apartment/everything, sets up a trust fund for Stephanie Brown’s child which she gives away for adoption and Stephanie Brown’s whole operation as Batgirl/college tuition, arranges for the adoption of Helena Kyle (Selina’s daughter) as well as a trust fund, pays for Tim Drake’s stepmother’s medical care as well as funeral costs for his dad, gave Clark Kent/Lois Lane the apartment they live in as a wedding gift, and covers the medical expenses of various heroes, like Barbara Gordon/Oracle and Wendy Harris/Proxy. Not to mention he adopts/provides for Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Cassandra Cain. Bruce asked Lucius Fox to invest the money Dick Grayson’s parents left him upon their deaths. He turns it into a small fortune and Dick uses it to fund his life/operation as Nightwing initially. 

(sidenote: Diana/Wonder Woman sent Wally’s twins ceremonial bracelets and a sword, omg)

He helps people to the point where it’s almost comical how much money he gives out and how readily he employs people, sometimes criticized for being over-simplistic and naive. He invests in random gang bangers, prostitutes, homeless communities, and low level criminals as well as high level criminals who are mostly just victims of their circumstances or show genuine desire to go straight. He carries a whole stack of Wayne Enterprise business cards in his Utility Belt and when he stumbles upon someone he can help, he gives them a card and a job. Most entry-level positions are given to people through Community Outreach programs and they don’t discriminate against ex-cons. Like, Ellie, who goes on to be a receptionist: 

and here she is later, in Batman Incorporated, not only employed as a receptionist but being heroic herself:

Not to mention, it certainly PAYS to work for Wayne Enterprises. There’s a corporate scholarship program that covers full tuition for any employee of Wayne Enterprises. Any employee, meaning also entry-level mail room people, which is the specific instance from the comics I can think of. 

He also sits on the Arkham Parole board, giving criminals like Harley Quinn a chance to be rehabilitated. In the new 52, he even moves Arkham into Wayne Manor (Arkham Academy— it’s actually a totally bananas concept but I haven’t read the issues yet to really know more). 

Then there are the divisions of Wayne Enterprises, which include a healthcare system for Gotham citizens. Wayne Biotech is cutting edge in training people and developing vaccinations and cures for different diseases, like the fight against AIDS and HIV and reconstructive plastic surgery. Wayne Foods focuses on ethical food production, getting rid of additives. Wayne Steel develops technology for the US Navy and WayneYards does the same. Wayne Aerospace builds for NASA and the US military. Wayne Chemicals includes Wayne Oil and Wayne Botanical and search for petrochemicals and alternative fuel sources. They came up with a way to run power generators on algae. Wayne Industries, the main R&D branch, are looking for cleaner energy among many other things. Wayne Medical is more focused on treating illnesses as opposed to researching illnesses (which is what Wayne Biotech does) and maintains/runs hospitals in Gotham through the Thomas Wayne Foundation. Wayne Institute is a thinktank and recruits up-and-coming professionals to plan future development. Wayne Research Institute basically just does research on everything. Wayne Construction built a free railway system around Gotham in the midst of government corruption. Throughout all his business endeavors, Wayne Enterprises aims to practice business ethically, cutting ties with LexCorp when they did some weird robot killer thing and Dr. Pamela Isley (later Poison Ivy) when she wanted to create some toxin that would mind-control people. 

I mean, even when Bruce Wayne was being impersonated (long story, read Heart of Hush), the most sinister thing Tommy Elliot did as Bruce Wayne was give away buttloads more money to charity. 

sources: my own memory and comic book collection (Batman: Hush is a good one, uhh, Superman, Superman Wedding issue, Catwoman volume 2, Red Robin 04, Nightwing, Son of Batman, Detective Comics, Batman Incorporated, Robin, Batgirl, the Outsiders, Birds of Prey, Supergirl, Flash under Wally West.. okay, there are too many to list), x, x, x, x, x