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[soupcrouton]

Aueghhh bad headache last night holy fuck

[hyhkai]

camboy! | c.yj.

[ 🎥 ] — after yeonjun's rise in the porn industry, an interview was something he agreed to for fun. however, after he saw you, the interviewer, he wished it was a fake interview where he gets to fuck you.

cw : pornstar!yeonjun. unedited word vomit fictional magazine company that apparently also exists in real life.

a/n ; i apologize for my sins i swear I'll change 🙏🏼 and this is a drabble, not a fic! i might turn it into one over time ♡

after you reached out to him a few weeks ago with greetings and compliments, and asking can I interview you some time? I'd like to know what it's like to be a person who earns through the adult industry, and with your fame, I know that you're just the right person., his first, honest reaction was to laugh. i mean, seriously?

he was laughing at the irony of the fact that he was being interviewed. i mean, who was willing enough to take out time of their busy, hectic schedule to interview a man who earns bread by having a dildo inside of him? he had to know. he wanted to know what this person was like.

he did think that this could be completely false and you could be a potential threat, trying to lure him into your little cage with cheese like he's a fucking rat, capture him and do bad things to him like he'd heard with various nefarious acts of people against people with 'easy' fame.

"can I get proof that you're actually an interviewer?"

to which he immediately got a response with a photo of a xerox copy of your identification document, namely at a popular company called mode de vie. he could see the black and white ink that framed the photo stuck on the top right corner, and he knew that he had to see that fucking face in real life. if that's how you look in a awfully captured picture, so captivating, bold, and confidence outlining your eyes in the form of sharp eyeliner, he had to see that face in front of him, asking him questions about his body count or something else he doesn't give two shits about.

he'd said sure to your offer almost immediately now that he saw that it was a real interviewer after him. and now that it was time, he drove to the place where you both agreed to be at — a café which was relatively close to his house and your office.

"I'm glad you came!" you said as you shook his hand that would eventually get sweaty from just sitting opposite to you. what the fuck? he seriously considered telling you to quit this stupid, serious job and just join him in his public sex life. you were stunning.

now that he saw your hair open, framing your face, and that fucking sharp-ass eyeliner, he was mad that he didn't dress up nicely and instead came in a hoodie. who wants to miss a chance of getting a baddie?

he thanked the lords he'd long forgotten when you told him this is just an audio based interview which will later be turned into a text format.

while you continued asking him questions about everything, from "fuck-a-fan" to "how did your mother find out?", he'd needed to ask you to repeat your questions several times. his eyes kept drifting down, down to your chest.

'why the fuck are you wearing a top so low-cut? is it to provoke me or something?' he'd think. he legitimately wants to put his hand on the table, pushing himself towards you and grabbing one of your tits. it's pissing him off he can't.

okay, so maybe he was a pervert like one of his friends liked to say. but it wasn't his fault when you were asking him questions about his sex life while looking at him with those eyes that were possibly tearing his clothes off.

in his world, that is.

'do you want to fuck me too, or am I trippin'?'

he knew he had to keep his filthy hands, his filthy thoughts, to himself. c'mon, it's a fucking interview, yeonjun. grow up. you've had plenty of girls and guys to fuck in your life. from small and petite, to taller than you. from fucking someone to getting fucked. you've done it all. why are you so captivated by this woman?

maybe it was the way you had your makeup done that had him wishing he could see it smeared all over with a new makeup product; his cum, or maybe it was your tits that were practically begging to be the thing he shoves his face in tonight. but no, it was the way you carried yourself.

there was this... this aura, this radiation of confidence that was magnetic enough for him to be pulled to you.

under the table, he was practically going to rub one out. he kept adjusting his pants, kept palming his dick that was straining against his pants and standing up against his thoughts of not fucking you ever.

ugh, just how fucking good you'd look on his bed, and he swears he could go above his rounds per fucking streak of 4 with you; from classic missionary to the amazon position, from sixty-nine to his foot on your face while he fucked your ass from the back. fuck, he'd even let you peg him, something he's always refused to do.

just how good you'd look while sliding your strap-on inside of him, his eyes going wide, as well as your smile at the sight of his pretty face. he thinks you'd like some crazy songs playing in the background, similar to the vibe of playboi carti.

fuck, he'd hold onto your tits for support, comfort, for just the fucks of it no matter who is topping.

"um, excuse me?" you asked when he spaced out in the middle.

"yeah?" he said, looking up from the table where both of your milkshakes resided.

"thank you for the interview. i appreciate it a lot!" you said, smiling at him, completely unaware of the junk he had in his brain about you. you put out your hand for a friendly yet professional handshake.

"oh, yeah, of course." he muttered out, responding to your hand with his that was definitely sweaty.

as you closed your notepad and stopped the recording, he looked up at your face finally.

"can I ask you a question too?"

"oh, yes, of course." you said, looking up at him with a face of genuine curiosity. maybe it would be something like —

"when will this be posted?"

"where can I read it?"

"will there be a hardcopy?"

"would you ever fuck me if you could?"

and suddenly, this was the first time you regretted not recording the aftermath of an interview.

[dragonsholygrail]

A monster boyfriend would be fantastic.... Can you imagine him coming to your defense when you have a toxic parent? I'm on the obese side but very short. Last night......a parent called me lazy and fat....despite my efforts t olose weight for health reasons. Now, I feel too scared to eat.

I cried so hard, and wish I had some intimidating boyfriend that would've made my mom shut up and come to my defense. Also, I feel like monsters would not care so much about human standards of beauty. (Even at my healthiest weight, I wasn't like stick thin)

Oh, hunny, I feel you. I’m in the same boat. I’m so sorry you went through that. You are absolutely beautiful the way you are. Do what you need for your health but know that being skinny doesn’t equal being healthy. Please eat, love, because making sure you’re eating all your meals is a part of health. I know that a monster would love you no matter what and would embrace you entirely.

I’ve been through a similar experience and I know I would’ve loved to read something to comfort me so I hope this can comfort you <3

Perfection to Me

Monster bf x chubby fem!reader - tw fatphobia, toxic parent[ing], hurt/comfort, protective bf, body worshipping, multiple orgasms, creampie

You had been so excited. You had recently gotten your very first boyfriend and you were so excited to introduce him to your family and friends.

Of course, all of your friends had been a bit surprised when they first met and they were faced with a huge and intimidating monster. But in reality, your monster bf was the sweetest man you had ever met. He was protective and he cared for you more than you ever could’ve imagined.

And he proved it to you time and time again how seriously he took your courtship. How deeply he considered you already to be his mate. Not shying away from using the term regularly.

All of this just drove your excitement to the point where you couldn’t wait to introduce him to your mother. To show her you’d finally found someone.

That excitement slowly dwindled. More and more as the night went on. It had all been going so well. Your mother greeted your monster bf with delight. Clearly happy, if not surprised, by his presence. It was easily overlooked.

But then the comments started. Snide in-passing comments. Comments about your relationship, your weight, and worst of all your eats habits.

You focus on staring down at the table, trying to keep your tears at bay. Having been so used to swallowing down these comments without a retort. Luckily your monster bf isn’t.

A loud slamming of fists rattles the dinner table, causing you to look at your bf with a sharp gasp. From the corner of your eye you can see your mother do the same.

“Who do you think you are?” Your bf snaps, his hands clenched. Only barely holding back his simmering rage.

Word after word he had been tortured by your mother’s lashing tongue. He had no idea how you must be feeling. But after seeing the tears in your eyes he could no longer sit back and take it.

“Excuse me?” Your mother asks, eyes wide and partially frightened by the aura which radiated from your monster bf.

“Was I not clear?! Who do you think you are to be speaking to my mate like that?” He questions, standing up. Only making his form that much more intimidating to witness. Not willing to listen to any bullshit from your mother.

“Well, I.. I am her mother!” Your mother replies weakly, visibly shrinking back in her chair.

“I have known mothers that eat their young who are kinder than you,” your bf lashes out, claws sinking into his own skin. You wince seeing it, your worry for him growing. Not wanting him to hurt himself because of her.

“How dare you!” Your mother shrieks, hand clutching her chest.

“Baby, plea-“

“No!” Your bf snarls, head whipping to face you, and stopping the excuse from leaving your lips. His arm joining it to stop you from reaching for him.

But as his eyes meet yours, they immediately soften. He leans down, licking and nuzzling into your cheek in a silent apology.

“I will not stand idly by and watch as an insignificant disrespects you,” his voice rumbles into your skin as he moves down to your neck, scenting you. Marking you as his to care for now.

“Insignificant!”

Monster bf tenses hearing your mother’s voice again. Returning to his full height he glowers down at her.

“It is a mother’s job to nurture and protect,” he states simply, making his opinion of her treatment of you quite clear.

“I am protecting her! Protecting her from herself and from everyone out there,” your mother finally snaps. Standing up from the table even in the face of your bf.

Your bf bristles, needing to pause for a moment. Ensuring he doesn’t lose control of himself. After a silent beat he slowly walks around the table and towers over her.

“In this moment you are a far greater enemy to her than anything she will face out in the world…”

You watch as his words sink in. Your mother’s face growing pale and her mouth finally staying closed.

When he’s sure she won’t try and reply, your monster bf moves around her, heading back to you. He holds out his hand which you take without hesitation. Your heart nearly beating out of your chest.

It’s only when your bf immediately reaches with his free hand to wipe softly at your cheeks do you realize you had been crying.

“Come, sweet mate. I think it’s time we leave,” he says lowly as he gathers you up in his arms. You don’t even think about resisting, just letting your bf swiftly lead you out of the home.

You could tell your monster bf was angry. He was furious. And it showed in the way he ravishes you the moment you two get home.

As soon as the door closes behind you he’s plucking you up from the floor with ease and throwing your body gently down on the bed. Endless praises leave his lips, clearly setting out to replace every mean word your mother had uttered throughout the night.

He peels your clothes off slowly, despite the fact he was practically shaking with his restraint. Revealing your beautiful big body inch by inch. As soon as you are bare he pounces on you, showing how much he treasures every curve of your body.

His face nuzzles into your thick neck as he grinds his cock against your pussy lips, all while telling you how hard you make him. Not stopping until you come apart, dousing his length with your essence.

He makes sure to take care of every inch of you. Moving down to latch onto your nipples. Sucking and massaging at your supple flesh until you gush all over the sheets from the toe-curling stimulation. Your body spent but your monster bf not having finished with you, evident by the feral glint in his eye.

Taking his time, setting his own aching need aside, to slowly kiss down the curve of your stomach. His claws digging into your sides and loving how you fill up his hands.

Though his hands suddenly have a far better use as they spread your meaty thighs for him. He dives right in, stuffing his face into your fat pussy and completely smothering himself in your folds. His tongue devouring you like you’re the only thing he’ll ever want to eat again.

Fingers joining soon after, needing to fill you up even deeper as his tongue laps up your essence. His hand and mouth work in total sync till your body is shaking with the need to cum. His mouth sucks greedily at your clit while his fingers curl along your walls. As soon as he finds that sweet spot within you, you’re erupting all over his tongue. White dots briefly clouding your vision from the intensity.

Monster bf barely gives you a moment to breathe as he rises onto his knees, that look in his eyes only growing darker with each orgasm that overtakes you. His eyes rake over your limp form.

“You are perfection,” he breathes out before finally sinking into your tight cunt. You both moan as your bodies connect, your back arching as you show off that body that’s so beautiful to him.

He can’t hold back any longer as he furiously fucks his cock into you, bodies slapping together in perfect harmony. Growls and deep rumbling noises escaping him as your body brings him a pleasure he’s never otherwise experienced.

Together you two bring each other to orgasm after orgasm, never getting enough of each other. It’s not until neither of you can physically not move that you take a break.

“You hungry, love?” He asks as you two lay back on the bed, limbs completely wrapped around each other.

“Hmm, no. Not really,” you reply quietly, your appetite not quite having returned after dinner was interrupted. Monster bf senses this, his lip quivering as he visibly holds back a growl.

“Well, what if we change the venue, huh? You can eat off of me,” he suggests, a lighthearted smugness moving across his features. His free arm moving to rest behind his head while the other keeps a firm grip on you.

“Oh, well that changes things then,” you say through your laughter. Your bfs smugness grows as he shifts down and spreads out across the bed. Showing off his body to you. A body that’s goal is to give you more pleasure than you could dream of.

“Yeah, it does. You can eat a fucking feast off of me…” your bf says with a grin, all in order to bring more of that sweet laughter out of you. To have it tickle his senses. He’d do anything to make you laugh. He leans down and nibbles at your neck, causing you to giggle lightly. That’s it. “And that’s exactly what I plan to have you do.”

Monster bf doesn’t given you any time to respond before he’s back to kissing the daylights out of you.

[triangle-tumor-manifesto]

My nickname is Silver Cipher.

I am 19 years old, and I’ve been diagnosed with Stage 4 Signet Ring Cell Adenocarcinoma of the Appendix. My dream is to have Alex Hirsch sign my cancer journal.

Gravity Falls has been a huge help since the release of The Book of Bill, and has been a huge comfort to me during my cancer fight. It has helped me emotionally more than I can express. The idea came from one of my friends, who drove to meet me before even knowing my name. They suggested I try to get a signature from Alex Hirsch. This is just a brief summary of my story that I would love to share with you all.

I meant for this to be an incredibly put-together message, but “Nothing in life makes sense, so you might as well make nonsense!”

Ford’s fight with Bill hits so goddamn hard. Chemo has just carpet-bombed my memory to the point where I completely black-out at times. During my 72-hour straight IV drip, I wake up to finding stuff I’ve done that I would NEVER do. I wrote things that I would never write. I drew things that I would never ever draw. The most notable drawings I have done are focused around the Eye of Providence and are surrounded—from top to bottom—by code I am still deciphering. This is terrifying to me and makes me feel like a spectator in my own body. Every single time it happens, it always takes me off guard no matter how prepared I think I am…

Chemo Me VS Regular Me Art (think you can figure out which is which??? -△)

However, the reason why I’m not quite as paralyzed with fear as I was is that whenever shit hits the fan, as embarrassing as it is to admit, to comfort myself I think about Stanford Pines. I think about how at the end of a long and hard battle with something indescribably wicked, he learned to trust people and got the support he needed. The path he treaded was full of pain, blood, and tears but he made it. The survival rate for my stage of cancer is catastrophically low on paper, but 6 is my lucky number. You can guess the reason, or I seriously question how you got into Gravity Falls in the first place!

I live and breathe this show, I live and breathe what Stanford Pines has gone through. I just need to make it past Weirdmageddon.

We appendix cancer patients have this crazy surgery which is known in the medical community as the “Mother of All Surgeries.” Most surgeons refuse to attempt it because of a lack of proven studies due to how few of us there are and how little research there is. The small sample size often causes it to be considered a crazy borderline pseudoscience! But it works. I know this because every Appendix Cancer survivor I met at our Pseudomyxoma peritonei (it’s shortened to PMP) Pals group introduces themself and then says that they owe their new lengthened life to as I like to put it, “Our Surgeon Soulmate”. This is my Weirdmaggedon.

HIPEC (the aforementioned surgery, Hyperthermic intraperitoneal chemotherapy) involves cutting open the sternum to the groin, scooping out every single organ that isn’t necessary for survival, filling the space with liquid chemo, and then sloshing you around a little on the table so it all sets in (like a little cancer smoothie). Then they’ll drain it all out, sew you up, and wake you up. (I drew Ford doing it while on chemo—you can see it in the Imgur link-I also have zero memories of this, and it's hilarious-you gotta laugh at the pain or you will cry) The only way to relieve the crippling pain besides exceeding a survivable dose of painkiller is to get up. You have to get up and walk—I mean laps around the ICU. I’ve done it. The laps at least. All the hundred-some people at the conference have. It hurts like crazy but the only way to get better is to fight through it. It's either fight or die.

Welp! There’s your summary of puppet hour with Silver, and my own personal metal plate.

I have the proof to back this up, as I have been living with this since my diagnosis in March. Knowing all of you, some of you may have taken “Trust No One!” to heart, which is legitimate for a post like this. This was just a brief summary of my story that I would love to share with you all. I've censored my personal information, and pictures I'm sending, as well as my face and my father's face. I'm also adding some of the art that I've done on chemo.

PROOF: https://imgur.com/a/ljb98NL

Attached is all the preliminary proof I’m willing to let anybody and everybody see. It’s a mix of identity-confirming photos, people I care about, art that I made while on chemo to help get me through it, proof of my hospital stays and pictures of me during hospital chemo, as well as a picture of myself on chemo simply so you can see how much it takes out of me from those early on photos of me from my tumor removal surgery to today. That was round six. Now I’m in the middle of round twelve: my last one. Before my final battle with Cipher, I’m hoping I can get my personal chemo Journal signed by Hirsch, at the very least. And if the guy wants to join the stream and hear my pretty decent Ford impression, well…who am I to complain? Alex if you're reading this, even if you can’t sign my book, I’d love for you to read the journal entry I wrote addressed to you. I sent my friend Alia to NYCC with a cut-out journal page for you to sign, with this letter to be read, but it didn’t end up working out. Even so, it would mean so much to me if it made it to you somehow.

Hopefully, this gets a shitload of views and reposts that find their way to Alex. As a bonus (some of you are going to adore this) I am going to link a Twitch fundraiser for Appendix Cancer in the post as well, and do a live stream of an ENTIRE reading of a Mystery Fanfic with me as Ford and an absolutely amazing Bill impersonator- @weasel!!! @_<;;! I bet you are so curious, knowing this server. “Come on Fordsy, don’t you want to take my hand? Just say the word!”

Art done by @🐔mother hen goblin🐔

We had this art piece made to promote the stream! Heed the warnings! Also, depending on the VA's endurance, I will also host an open mic for people to share their love of Gravity Falls and their reasoning for helping me.

The Twitch stream will begin on △ 10/26/2024 6:00PM EST.

△ If you cannot make this-never fear! It will all be recorded for your future viewing pleasure. This exact time is subject to change, please check back the day of to make sure that this stays the same.

Twitch Stream Link: triangle_tumor - Twitch

Donation Link: https://pmppals.net/silvers-triangle-tumor/…

I hope to see as many of you as possible present in the stream. This fanfiction means so much to so many of us. Both Bill and Ford's relationship in canon and especially in this fic encapsulates the visceral horror, suffering, and trauma that comes with going through chemo and beating the ⭐⚡#💀＄out of the triangle tumor. I am also getting OFFICIALLY endorsed by r/Gravity Falls as well as PMP Pals (An Official Appendix Cancer Organization) for this fundraiser.

I cannot tell you how absolutely hyped I am for everything going down.

Pleasepleaseplease join the stream if you can, and for SURE blow up this Reddit post! Thank you all so much for being a part of this and helping me through my fight.

Ad Astra Per Aspera

Silver Cipher △

P.S. FUCK Cancer

SOCIALS/OFFICIAL ACCOUNTS

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Triangletumor

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/triangletumormanifesto/?next=%2F

Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/triangle_tumor

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@TriangleTumorManifesto

[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 44

Synopsis : Em and reader talk about the possibility of him retiring.

Author’s Note : hi guys 🌟. It’s been a while since I last updated Recovery. Here is a new chapter. I hope you guys like it ❤️.

You looked at Marshall, completely flabbergasted. You expected him to tell you it was a joke, that he wasn’t seriously thinking about retirement, but he looked awfully serious.

- You… you want to retire ?! You asked carefully.

- I’m thinking about it, he said. Look, babe… I’ve achieved everything I wanted when I first started. I gained respect. I worked with the people I admire most. I put out great music, I’ve toured the world, I’ve won awards… I made a fuck ton of money, that my grandchildren and even their children will benefit from. And let’s be honest : I’m fifty-two. It’s not stupid to think about retirement.

You looked at him intently, taking in everything he said. Sure, it made sense, on some level. But it also felt wrong. And weird. The man you met and fell in love with put music first and foremost, was a workaholic and would never have thought of retirement as an option. He had often joked about it, sure, especially in moments of frustration, but never in earnest. You sighed and held his hand.

- I know it makes sense, you said softly. But I know music is everything to you. And I know that you’re in a shitty situation right now, but maybe there are changes you could make ? Adjustments ?

- Sounds like something Paul would say, he chuckled. I don’t know. I’m just considering it. I often toy with the idea of disappearing from the public. Wouldn’t it be great if everyone forgot about me ? Like, not my music, but just me ? I’d be able to go places, enjoy life.

- I’m sure we can still do that, you said.

- You know, if I retired, it could benefit you as well, he pointed out. I’d have more time. Maybe be less of a grumpy asshole.

- I can’t imagine you not making music, you said.

- I’ll always have ideas, he said. It’s in my DNA at this point. But I don’t know… maybe be more of a producer ? Again, I’m just thinking, here.

- Whatever you decide, I’ll support you, you said. I love you no matter what. I just want you to be happy.

- As long as I have you, I’ll be happy, he assured you.

He pulled you to him and kissed you lovingly. You enjoyed the sunset for a minute and drove back to the house. You were about to watch a movie when you heard a knock on the door. It was Paul.

- What are you doing here ? Marshall greeted him curtly.

- Checking in on you, the manager said. You’re not answering anyone’s calls. How are you doing ?

- You know how I’m doing, he replied dryly.

- Still mad at me ? Paul asked.

- Yeah. Let me in so we can talk ?

Marshall let him in silently and sat on the couch and Paul greeted you. You were not too sure why Marshall was mad at him, though. As far as you knew, the manager hadn’t done anything wrong. You weren’t his biggest fan but you secretly hoped he would talk some sense into your boyfriend. You meant every word when you said you would be there for him no matter what, but you couldn’t imagine him retiring. Not when it came from a place of frustration and disappointment. Had he told you his inspiration had run dry, things would have been different, but this wasn’t the case and you knew it.

- I know what Tracy did is hard to swallow, Paul said tentatively.

- It’s not about Tracy, Marshall said. I mean, it is. But a full severance package… Really ?! She fucked me over, Paul. Not only me but Y/N, too. And you as well.

- You might want to let me explain, the manager said calmly.

- Yeah, your boyfriend scoffed. I’d love to know why you let her leave Shady Records with a fuckton of money and benefits for a whole year.

- She threatened to sue, his friend said.

- Sue who ? Marshall said heatedly. Us ? She’s the one who leaked the track ! She’s the one who put my career and my relationship in jeopardy ! Why the fuck would she sue us ?!?!

- Not us, Paul hummed. Y/N.

- Me ?! You asked in shock.

You were taken aback. First of all, Marshall hadn’t mentioned Paul affording Tracy tons of benefits when letting her go. Though, now that you thought about it, it further explained his bad mood. And second of all… threatening to sue you ?! That woman had some nerve. Yes, you had « broken her nose » (as far as you thought, it was just a punch) but suing… really ?

- That’s ridiculous, you scoffed.

- Is it ? Paul hummed. You did assault her !

- Don’t talk to her like that, Marshall said defensively as he protectively wrapped an arm around you.

- Merely stating facts, Paul shrugged. I understand the anger, Y/N. As I understand yours, Marshall. But the thing is, Tracy threatened to sue and I had to make the best decision. For the business and for you personally. Both of you. It’s better to lose a couple of hundred of thousands of dollars than to have to deal with unwanted media attention.

- Thank you, Paul, you said with genuine gratefulness.

- Thanks, man, Marshall said more calmly.

- I’m as pissed as you are, Paul said. But now we have to move forward. We’ll find a replacement eventually. It will probably take two people, but we’ll make it work.

- Did she do that much ? You asked.

- She did, Marshall said. Both as my assistant and Paul’s right hand.

- I have already contacted a head-hunter, we will soon have profiles to review, the manager said. In the meantime, I’m handling things.

- You can hire someone to assist you, but I’m not getting a personal assistant, Marshall declared.

The way he said it definitely seemed solemn and definitive. His manager looked at him calmly, much like a parent looks at a stubborn child.

- You don’t exactly have a choice, Paul tried to reason. You need someone to help you. I can’t do it all.

- I don’t care, Marshall groaned. You really think I’m going to let someone in again ? Have them around my house ? My kids ? Y/N ?! No way, bro. I’d rather manage my schedule myself. If there’s one to manage, that is.

You expected the manager to have some sort of big reaction but he didn’t. In fact, he didn’t even seemed phased by the possibility that Marshall considered retirement as a serious option after all the events that had unfolded.

- It’s only been a week, Paul finally said after a few seconds of silence.

- I know, Marshall replied. But after what happened… maybe it’s a sign. You know as much as i do that we need people we can trust.

- And you know as much as I do that you can’t decide to stop everything right now, the manager replied. Look… if you need to take a step back, that’s fine. But we still have obligations. Both towards artists you’re collaborating with, as well as promoting the album. The music video shoot at the bare minimum.

- Right, Marshall said. When is that again ?

- Late January, Paul said. Look… here’s what we’re going to do : you’re going to take some rest, enjoy the holidays. I’m cancelling your scheduled studio sessions until January. And I’m not adding anything to your schedule either. But we have to proceed with what’s been planned already.

- I guess, Marshall replied gloomily. Thanks, man.

They spent a couple of minutes talking about the aforementioned music video. You hadn’t heard about the plans to film one previously but, apparently, Track 12 - the song Marshall had written for you - having turned into a fan favorite quickly after the album release, his team had suggested making a music video. The whole plan had been made since before his tour, with a script already being finalized, casting being done and everything. In truth, the whole thing made you uneasy. People might not connect the dots and associate that song to you but the most recent events made you a bit nervous. You loved the track, it was beautiful. But you also knew that him making a music video would give the song and his personal life that much more attention.

- Are you ok ? Marshall asked as he grabbed your hand. You look like you zoned out for a minute.

- I’m thinking, that’s all, you hummed.

- About what ? Marshall asked.

- Obviously, it’s not my place to tell you what to do, but… do you really want to do this ? You shyly asked. I know people love this song. God knows I love it too but… it’s personal business.

- I know, he said softly. But I’m proud of this track. I think it’s one of the best I’ve ever made. So… if I have to make one last music video, it might as well be this one. Plus, we’ve had the script for ages. I can swear it is tasteful and it’s going to be great.

- Not to mention that we’ve already spent a lot of money on making this happen, Paul hummed.

- Yeah, that too, Marshall shrugged.

- Right, you said flatly.

- I’ll show you the script, your boyfriend offered. And since it might be my last-

- Nothing’s set in stone yet, the manager recalled. You take a break and we’ll see then.

- Whatever, Marshall said. All I’m saying is… I’ll make sure it’s perfect. You can even come on set with me.

- We’ll see, you said nervously.

He nodded and pressed a kiss to your temple before going back to his conversation with Paul. They discussed some plans that had been made for the beginning of the upcoming year, some work trips, collaborations. And even though the manager understood Marshall’s wish of possibly taking a step back, he was adamant that they hire an assistant.

- We won’t need one if it’s for six months, Marshall hummed.

- I don’t think you realize everything that needs to be done, Paul groaned. I won’t have the time to assist you in everything. And last time I checked, you needed a lot of help in managing your schedule. I’m your manager and business partner, I don’t have time to be your mother, Marshall.

- Don’t treat me like a kid, man.

- Then don’t act like a bratty one, Paul said. You need someone to help you and you know it.

- No I don’t !

- The arrangements for your upcoming trips to NYC and Hawaii didn’t plan themselves, the manager argued. Neither did your medical appointments in the last twenty years. Or any of your work meetings. And don’t get me started in everything that needs to be done when you’re on a set.

- Whatever, Marshall groaned. The only people I would trust besides my immediate family are in this room : me, you, and Y/N. I’m not hiring a fucking stranger.

- For all I care, you could hire Y/N, Paul snapped. My point is : we have work to do, and I’m not letting Tracy’s departure ruin it. Neither should you.

Marshall groaned and mumbled something. His stance was defensive and he clearly didn’t want to be having this conversation. Months ago, you wouldn’t have expected to see eye to eye with Paul on anything, but there you were. Until Paul brought your name in the conversation, that is.

- Maybe you could step up to the plate, Y/N, Paul said.

- I don’t know how to say this but… no, you said. Don’t get me wrong, I want you guys to succeed. But find someone else.

- Look, it’s not a very hard job-, Paul started.

- With all due respect, Paul, I’m a scholar, you said. I’ve worked hard for my degree and, though I understand you mean well, the perspective of making coffee and appointments for Marshall is below me.

- Fine, Paul sighed. I’ll send you some profile of possible candidates, Marshall. And if you don’t choose someone by early January, I will.

- Great, Marshall said.

- Until then, I have handled your travel arrangements for next week and Christmas, he added. You’re welcome.

- Thanks man, your boyfriend said. I appreciate it.

Paul got up and grabbed his jacket, preparing to leave. Before crossing the threshold, he turned to you.

- Take care of him, will you ?

- I will, you said with a smile. Thanks, Paul.

- Good luck with him, he added with a chuckle.

As he left, you felt Marshall’s arms wrap around you and he buried his face in your neck.

- He’s annoying, he said.

- So are you, you hummed.

- Really ? He asked.

- You’re stubborn.

- It’s my life, I can do whatev-

- He cares about you, you said.

- Since when do you defend Paul ? He asked with a groan.

- Since I agree with him, you said as you ran your fingers through his hair. You shouldn’t let Tracy ruin things for you. Besides, I’m grateful he avoided a lawsuit.

- She wouldn’t have, Marshall shrugged. Simply wanted more money, I guess.

- Anyway… you didn’t tell me you planned on traveling, you hummed as you changed the subject.

- Because baldy ruined the surprise, Marshall said. I made plans for us to spend a couple of days in New York next week. To do some Christmas shopping. And after Christmas, we’re flying to Hawaii. Spending New Year’s Eve just the two of us.

- Really ?! You asked. Oh my God, you’re the best !

You turned and engulfed him in a hug. He gave you a smile and kissed you lovingly.

- I figured you’d enjoy it, he said with a grin.

- Christmas shopping in New York ! You shrieked. Do you do this every year ?

- Absolutely not, he chuckled. But you’re always watching these corny movies, so I thought you’d enjoy it. Plus, seeing as my kids think I’m a monster… I should probably suck up to them with presents.

- They don’t think you’re a monster, you argued. They love you.

- You should have seen the intervention when that track leaked, he sighed. I know they love me but I can tell they’re disappointed. I really want to make it up to them for the holidays.

You nodded and kissed him, promising that your first Christmas together with his family would be great. You wanted nothing more than for him to have a good time and, hopefully, he would go back to work in a few weeks feeling more like himself and energized.

A FEW DAYS LATER - MARSHALL’S POV

They had spend the next days planning their first holidays together. Christmas was approaching and they wanted to make it count. Marshall could tell Y/N wanted to cheer him up and, as for him, he could feel that not being on talking terms with her Dad was getting to her. Whether it was with his family or just the two of them, he wanted to make sure she would have the perfect Christmas she deserved. And if it meant putting up with his girl humming All I Want For Christmas and watching countless crappy movies, so be it. Same for decorating the house. He was usually a bit grumpy around the holidays, what with his childhood and everything. If it weren’t for his loved ones, he probably wouldn’t make a fuss about it but as long as they were happy, he didn’t mind putting up with the whole folklore. And the perspective of seeing his girl all giddy and excited when she’d admire the Christmas lights in NYC was pretty nice. He was packing his bag for the next day when he received a call from Kim, who asked if she could swing by his place to talk. He thought she wanted to coordinate with him for their daughters’ presents, but she specified that they needed to be alone. It was a little suspicious but he told her to come by anyway, since Y/N was spending the day with Talia and Jamal.

- What’s up, Kim? He asked as she entered the house. Everything alright ?

- All good, she said with a smile. I came to give you your Christmas present.

- You haven’t given me a present in fifteen years, he stated matter-of-factly. Also… it’s not Christmas yet.

- I couldn’t give it to you with other people around.

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to elaborate. She just smiled and handed him an envelope.

- What’s this ? He asked.

- You’ve looked out for me since we were fifteen, she said. This is me looking out for you.

He frowned, not exactly seeing what she was getting at. He opened the envelope and, much to his surprise, he found divorce papers.

- What’s that ? He asked.

- Your passport to freedom, she said with a smile. I saw how happy you are with Y/N, at Thanksgiving. She’s good for you. You even told me she’s the love of your life.

- She is, he nodded. She really is. I don’t know how she does it, but she manages to put up with my shit. And she makes me happy.

- So we agree that it doesn’t make sense to stay married to me, she simply stated. I knew you’d never ask me for a divorce, so I’m doing it. I don’t want you to have regrets.

- I’ll never regret marrying you a third time, he hummed. I did what I had to do for you and the kids. You needed me.

- And now you need to think about yourself, she said with a smile. And we both know you can’t be fully happy with her if you’re still secretly married to me.

- I guess you’re right, he agreed. Are you sure, though ?

- I’m good, she assured him. I’m not going to lie, it’s weird. But I’m sober. I’m healthy. I don’t need your help anymore. And as soon as you sign these papers, you’re free. I mean, there’s still a procedure but… it’s our third divorce, so you know how it works.

He chuckled and nodded before looking at the divorce papers again. He was touched by Kim’s kindness. She really was looking out for him. Still, it was bittersweet. Keeping this secret from everyone in his life had been tough but, on some level, it was hard to let go. She seemed to pick up on it right away.

- You know you’ll still have to put up with me, right, old man ? She joked.

- Yeah, I know, he said with a smile. It’s weird, that’s all.

- I was a lousy wife anyway, she chuckled. You won’t miss it.

- And I was a bad husband, he continued.

- Not the third time around, she remarked. This marriage has been pretty peaceful.

- For you, yeah, he grinned. I still put you through rehab and lost sleep over you for a while.

- Shut up, she giggled as she rolled her eyes. I’m trying to be a good wife, here.

- You are, he said emotionally as he brought her into a hug. It’s the nicest thing you’ve done for me.

They hugged each other tightly. It was clearly emotional for the both of them. She was right : he never would have asked for a divorce, but he was grateful that she did. He kissed her cheek and went to put the papers in his office.

- I’ll get you a good divorce settlement, he said. It’s the least I can do.

- You’ve done enough, she said. But thanks.

- Promise me you’ll take care ?

- Promise, she said with a smile. Promise me you won’t fuck it up ?

- Promise, he said. Enough fuck ups. I really though I’d lost her when that track leaked, you know ?

- I bet, she said. But I was happy for you when Hailie told me she came back and forgave you.

- Yeah. We’re working through it but we’re good. She deserves an award for supporting me and putting up with everything I’ve done, Marshall said.

- I think there’s one, she chuckled. It’s called an engagement ring.

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

im sorry but i find it funny how you went from tolerating feanorians and those apologists to just straight up admitting your disdain for them. seriously, i feel you on that, because its those type that pushed me away from liking the feanorians, and sadly, it drove me away from liking elrond as well (i know, i'm horrible) because of the many times he's been used as a weapon to shit on elwing or any of her family like y'all i can see the bs from miles away with that

let me tell you anon, i've reached my limit for "everyone can have their own opinion uwu" after the continuous slew of """opinions""" that have zero canon basis and are obviously trying to make the feanorians look better and more moral while simultaneously condemning their literal victims. it is funny too bc like i've said they used to be some of my favorite characters - and i still very much enjoy them as they are in the story - but the refusal of so many of their "fans" to engage with the people they actually are is frustrating and ridiculous. you'd think if you like a character you wouldn't feel the need to sanitize their actions. at that point just write your own original story of misunderstood "forced by circumstance to commit mass murder" tragic heroes, because whichever characters it is you're stanning there, it's not the feanorians

i still do adore elrond (the canon version of him, not the fanon "maglor is my real dad!!11!1! also i hate my parents bc they Abandoned Me" knockoff), but i do steer clear of content that's not from my mutuals lol. like you said some characterization choices are so blatantly just using him as ammunition for their "we want m&m to be elrond and elros' real parents, so we have to make elwing as bad as possible so m&m become better caretakers by comparison despite being the reason elrond and elros no longer have their family, home, and friends" pipeline. it's transparent as hell and especially annoying considering that elwing lost her family and home and was displaced as a toddler thanks to the feanorians' actions. then when they come back and take everything from her a second time you want to vilify her while glorifying them? using her sons who in canon clearly loved and respected her? lmao

[hearts401]

I honestly hate how the fandom treats Michael as a hero and I'm seeing posts about it so I feel a liiiittle better talkign about it

my moots are holding back, i can tell. but hes my favorite so im not. and im a little pissed writing this bc. bc i relate to cc a lot. and seeing ppl mischaracterize not only my favorite character but also someone who reminds me of people who fucking suck drives me INSANE.

so psa, im pissed as fuck and i love michael afton.

First off, he killed Evan. That's obvious. Not only was that literall 100% his fault (NOT WILLIAMS IT PISSES ME OFF WHEN PPL MAKE THAT ALL ABOUT WILLIAM SHUT THE FUVCK UP

he was a bully. yeah he was a kid. yeah he was messing with him. Have you considered he was literally. abusive to his brother. i know the fnaf fandom is scared of using that word to describe him but its fucking true. he was abusive. as fuck. that was awful what he did he wasnt just a bully he harassed him and literally locked him in his room. he was fucking horrible.

and yeah, he didnt mean for that to happen, but not only was that stupid as fuck, i hate any interpritation of "he wanted to be like his dad" "his friends coerced him" PLAY FNAF 4. PLAY FNAF 4. FUCKING PLAY FNAF 4 LOOK AT HIS DIALOGUE AND WHAT HE DOES

HE LITERALLY. EGGED IT ON. IT WAS HIS FUCKING IDEA. WHAT PART OF THAT GAVE "he was coerced" THUSHFUDFUDSIOFDUSOFDSIOS

im trying to be normal

Yeah he probably felt like shit after. yeah it probably was some sort of motivator behind his actions. but lets think. lets think.

fnaf 1 and 2 take place before SL, no? So. if thats true. why didnt he burn those down? to "free the souls?" because it was never about the children.

he burned down the fnaf 3 location to get rid of william. it was ALWAYS abotu william. sure he set the kids free but i reeeeaaallyy dont think that was his intention. it was always about william.

in sister location, did he go there out of the kindness of his heart? no he went there because william asked him too. it was ALWAYS about william. and yeah he probably wanted to help liz, he probably really wanted to help her, but based on his actions, was this really for her? or was it for closure

thats something about michael that i put in shitty brother. closure. he didnt actually want to reconcile with his family, he wanted closure on the guilt he felt. is that 100% wrong? no. its normal to want closure, especially after something like that. but also that should not be his goal

did he apologize? yes. he said sorry. he felt bad, sure. but when you kill someone tehy dont come back. evan deserves to never forgive him ever because that was dumb as fuck and HORRIBLE. IT WAS HORRIBLE. ABUSIVE. ILL SAY IT AGAIN

MICHAEL AFTON ABUSED HIS LITTLE BROTHER FOR NO FUCKING REASON.

yeah. abused. say it with me. A-B-U-S-E-D

not just bullied, not just harassed, ABUSED.

ik we're all scared to say it here but its fucking true. say it with ur chest.

this always came back to william. do i thinkk michael is unfeeling and doesnt care about his siblings at all? NO! I think his siblings drove a lot of his actions. but in the end i dont think he always acted with their best interest at heart. or the mci kids'

and the whole "he wanted to be like his dad" i dont fucking care actually. no seriously sit down beside me and tell me that wanting to be like his dad is an excuse for abusing his brother. seriously come closer i wont bite.

tell me how you think that AS A TEENAGER, 100% AWARE OF HIS ACTIONS, that wanting to be like his dad justifies abusing his little brother. his little brother. who as far as we know, never lashed out, never fought back, never did anything to him. tell me how he fucking deserved that

"Michael was just a kid!" so was Evan. So was Elizabeth. So was Cassidy and Charlie and all the kids who died.

tell me how much michael did that didnt revolve around closure and his father. like i get it, he had priorities, but can we please stop acting like he's some angel working for the greater good of everyone.

it feelslike how ppl treat fucking henry. NO HES NOT A GOOD PERSON PLEASE

MICHAEL IS SELFISH HE'S MESSY HE'S STUPID. HE MAKES BAD CHOICES IN FAVOR OF HIMSELF HE PRIORITIZES REVENGE OVER THE GREATER GOOD HE HURTS PEOPLE AND IT MAKES HIM SO MUHC MORE INTERESTING

oh and also in case anybody wants to pull dittophobia out and tell me how mike went thru that trauma

so did evan. and instead of bonding over that trauma, michael harassed him. ABUSED HIM. wording is important. im sorry for repeating myself so much, but nobody ever tells it how it is. it was abuse.

edit: People seem upset by my wording and honestly? fair. i couldve worded this a lot better but i was tired and irritated and one thing i will clarify

i dont care if u dont see adult michael the way i do. i see him as a selfish obsessive guy whos intent is to fix his family, but plenty of people see it differently and thats okay! /gen

but im not taking back anythign i said about teen michael. because i think to do that is unfair to his character and frankly bullshit. i think its bullshit. and i dont care if you disagree. he was a terrible brother and thats that

but adult mike is free real estate idk idrc abt him as much as teen mike.

[saijspellhart]

The One Time I think My Step Dad Saved my Life.

I never liked my mother’s husband, we never got along and I always thought my Mom was too good for him. But it would be a disservice not to acknowledge that I think he saved my life once, and I’ll forever be grateful.

I was 18 at the time, I’d just made a dog suit for an anime con and had decided to wear it for Halloween too. (Not a fursuit in the traditional sense. Imagine you had a giant dog plushie, and you skinned it and wore it like a dog suit. Floppy, baggy, understuffed and everything.) it was my first major sewing project, I was so proud. It turned out exactly how I wanted it.

I took my two little half-brothers trick-or-treating that year. Running around the neighborhood with them collecting candy, having a great time. We made it back to my Mom’s house safely, but I wasn’t going to stay the night. There was supposed to be one more bus passing through the area and I planned to catch it and take the bus system back to my apartment.

The bus stop was just right across the street from my mom’s house, in a moderate neighborhood. Not quiet, but not busy. The street it was on saw quite a bit of traffic. Most of the street lights were well spaced, so the neighborhood got pretty dark at night. It was also late so all the trick-or-treaters had long gone home. I’m actually major scared of the dark, but I sucked it up and waited for the bus, still wearing my dog suit mind you.

For a while it was just me, all by myself. But then a man showed up out of no where a couple blocks down. I could see him whenever he wandered under a street light. I didn’t think much of it, he was pretty far off, it was Halloween, and my Mom’s house was right there. But the man was clearly walking in my direction.

It didn’t become strange until I saw he kept stopping.

Every so often he would stop, sort of loiter around, then start casually walking towards me again. I’m checking my phone for the time at this point, cause the bus should have been here already, but I hadn’t seen it. The man continued moving closer.

I began to realize that the man only moved closer when there wasn’t any traffic. The moment cars would drive down the road is when he stopped to loiter about. Then, when the cars disappeared he would casually walk my way again. I started to get really uneasy. I could sense something was very not right about this.

My Step-Dad happened to pull out of the drive way during all this, off to go party with some of his friends no doubt. He waved at me as he drove by, inevitably passing the strange man farther down the street. At this point the man was about four driveways away. I was seriously considering just darting across the road, going back in my Mom’s house and calling my older brother for a ride. But I was also telling myself I was paranoid and the bus would be there any minute.

The man continued to move closer until he was about two driveways away, and under a streetlight. Cars were passing again, so he’d resumed his loitering. Still no bus. I was wondering how fast I could actually run in a baggy dog suit.

The man had started moving again when a car suddenly pulled up to the curb in front of me. It was my Step-Dad. He had the window rolled down, stank of weed and cigarettes, but he told me to get in the car. At this point it didn’t matter how much I disliked him, I was scared and thankful. I hopped in the car and he drove off, passing the strange man who just stared the entire time, watching us go.

My step-Dad told me he was dropping me off at the bus station in the middle of the city, where I could catch a connecting bus and go home. He said he saw the weird man when he passed the first time, got a weird feeling, so he circled the block to come back and grab me. I thanked him. It was actually really touching that he was concerned about me, I’m not even his kid, and he never raised me.

I caught a bus home from the station, made it home safe. Celebrated the rest of Halloween with my older brother and my friend/roommate. I honestly didn’t dwell anymore on the experience after that.

It wasn’t until a couple days later we heard on the news there had been some assaults in the neighborhoods surrounding my Mom’s house on Halloween night. The gravity of my situation really hit me after that. I could have been one of those assaulted people, or worse.

Ever since I honestly believed my Step-Dad, in all his paranoid, conspiracy theory, people-hating delusions, saved my life that night. He’s dead now, he and my mom died in a car accident years ago. I never actually got to express my appreciation for that night, (aside from the generic, “thanks for the ride.”) We’d never spoken about it. Never talked about the assaults reported in the neighborhood. Never had any meaningful conversation about the situation. I don’t think he ever knew how much I appreciated that small act of concern.

To this day that was one of the most haunting and frightening experiences I’ve ever had. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. But I’ve kept this story to myself for a very long time, and even though my step-Dad is gone now, I wanted someone to hear this story.

Thank you Larry.

[chansrighttiddie]

Chapter One

Pairings: Shy!Lee Know x Idol!Reader

Warnings: Mild Language, Explicit Smut (it's going to be a minute), Fluff, Enemies to Lovers type stuff, typical stuff. I'm bad at warnings okay. English is also not my first language, sorry for grammar and spelling errors.

Summary: You are a solo artist meeting SKZ for the first-time during variety show. All the members treat you warmly, but Minho can't stand to be in the room with you. You meet again to collab later on we see where it takes us! This is part of an ongoing story.

Word Count: 1.9k+

You sat in the back of your manager’s car, fighting the urge to drift off and sleep as she drove you to the studio for today’s schedule. A script had been placed on your lap but it was hard to read because you were tired. Who in their right minds schedules recordings so early in the morning? It was expected of this producer, but you only accepted because of the other guests. It was also a great opportunity to promote your new album and make new friends in the industry.

Gyuri is one of the hosts for this week, meaning you would get to work with your mentor and label mate again. The KARA member was the one person you could rely on before your debut in 2017, being from the same company meant you could see her a lot but it wasn’t the same as actually working together.

It felt like every other year you begged your company to let you collaborate with her on something, anything! They always denied it. Didn’t believe in your argument that the two of you were soulmates.

When your manager proposed this project during your comeback activity meeting, you accepted the moment “Park Gyuri” was mentioned. No other hosts or guests mattered to you at that moment. She really was the best thing to happen to you. Anytime you think about the struggles of your debut, tears would reach your eyes. 

You were in a group lineup for your company, DSP Entertainment, but the plans fell through when the other members left the company a month before. With only three members the company decided not to debut a group, this didn’t sit well with your twenty-year-old self. 

All your hard work and efforts would be thrown down the drain, you even had fans! You couldn’t let them down! After fighting with the company for months they decided you could debut, but as a soloist. If the time came around where they would debut another group, you would be considered as a member. You were nervous and heartbroken. 

You wouldn’t make it, couldn’t. That’s when Gyuri had stepped in, she encouraged you. She helped you train, everyday for three months. When you felt like giving up, Gyuri would sit with you in the practice room and just listen. The two of you would cry and hug it out, then get back up and try again. She really is like a soulmate to you.

“Can you please read the script and not sleep, Y/N?” Your manager’s loud voice made you jump in your seat, you didn’t realize you had fallen asleep. “Seriously, how many times have we been over this?”

“Rest when you can.” You said in a sing-song voice, your eyes were still closed. Your manager was only a year older than you, the two of you got along well. Teasing her was your favorite thing to do. “Unni you said that during the last meeting, I’m just following directions.”

You heard your manager cuss under her breath and turn in the driver’s seat. “I meant… Nevermind, we’ll be there in fifteen minutes. At least look at the plan for today’s set. When we get there you have to rush to get your hair and make-up done…” She took a breath of air then continued, “You have to get a soundpack and mic, meet the group promoting their activities as well, practice with them for the chall��”

“Practice for their dance challenge, promote my new album well, and smile the whole time.” You interrupted. “You told me everything over the phone last night, mentioned it when you woke me up, and reminded me when I got in the car.”

You were wide awake now, making eye contact with your manager in the rear-view mirror. She winced at your comment and nodded, “I’m just nervous, this is your first comeback in two years.”

You had taken up acting, two shows. One of them did really well, it even won you the Best New Actress Award, while the other… Well you don't like to talk about that one. 

“I’m nervous too, we can’t show it though. We’re supposed to be cold-hearted.” That’s a lie, being an extrovert didn’t help with your ‘cold-hearted’ appearance. You talked too much, laughed too much, and smiled too much. “Suck it up.”

Your manager snorted, “Yes, we’re cold-hearted and totally a threat to the music world.”

She had a point, you weren’t that big of an artist in the ‘pop’ scene. However, everyone knows you and your sweet personality. After your debut, many programs would prank you to get a reaction but all you could do was smile. Even if they had ruined your favorite skirt with blue ink. 

Although you aren’t the best dancer, or even a good rapper, you could sing! Many younger artists mention your rich and unique vocals when prompted. When it comes to your dancing… You knew all the basics to it, you could memorize the moves but not really execute them the best. Everyone loved you for it, they found it cute. 

Which doesn’t explain why the concept the company chose for this comeback was a little darker and more focused on a goddess that enjoys mischief. 

Your comeback also has choreography, the main title track is more upbeat than any recent songs you’ve released in the past. Your calves ache just thinking about having to dance again today. Usually you’d sing a soft or deep ballad, minimal movements and lots of stage props. This would be new, you hadn’t really trained this hard in a long time. Still, you were excited to show something new.

It was a bit of a surprise to everyone when the concept trailer released, your family members even teased you knowing you didn’t have a mean bone in your body. How could you manage to 

Your manager pulled into the stage parking area and unlocked the gate, a couple of the guards waved enthusiastically towards you. You resisted the urge to roll the window down and greet them. You’re supposed to be cold today, that’s your concept. You sat back in your seat and pursed your lips.

“Son Mi, do you have my cap?” You felt a little uneasy, maybe it was just now hitting that you actually had to be an idol today. Not that being an actress was much easier, it wasn’t.

“You look fine, Y/N. Don’t be nervous.” 

“Oh, I’m okay.” You laughed it off, you actually are really nervous. Hiding under a hat would make you feel a lot better. “I just want to see Gyuri first.”

“Ha.” She put the car into park. “No.”

Your manager opened and slammed the driver door. You sighed and grabbed your bag, exiting the car as well. 

She was by the back unloading the rest of your things, “So if you enter Stage B3, there should be a staff member to show you hair and make up. I’m gonna check in with the director and the producer.”

You leaned down to grab a couple of bags while nodding, “Can you see if there is a cafe nearby? Or if they are providing coffee. I’m still tired.”

Those bags were heavy. “They should have something for you in the dressing room, something for you to snack on too.”

You waddled towards the large metal door with your bags, leaving Son Mi behind. It's a good thing you skipped leg day yesterday or else you would have collapsed before you even made it to the door. You shifted the bags in your arms and reached for the door handle.

You were really surprised when the door opened for you. You couldn’t really see who opened the door but based on the plain black tee they were wearing, you assumed this was the staff member.

“Thank you, do you mind grabbing one of these? Sorry, it’s heavy.” You stood there in the door frame, in silence. The staff member didn’t move and you noticed them shuffle in place. “Oh it’s okay if not, just lead the way.”

Silence again. Were you mistaken? You backed up to look at the big numbers above the door, B3. You moved forward into the door frame again, “Do you mind if I just enter a little more?”

It was pretty cold outside and your thin sweater wasn’t doing much to keep you warm. Your arm started to shake as the weight from your bags started to get heavier and heavier. Dropping the bags on the ground, you followed.

You were now on your knees in the middle of the entrance, bags everywhere, at the feet of a staff member. How embarrassing.

The staff member jumped into action and bent down to help you up, apologizing over and over. You could finally see the staff member and immediately tell he was not a part of the stage crew. 

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t see very well. I thought you were a member of the crew!” You laughed embarrassed, “Sorry for assuming.” 

He looked a bit younger than you, he seemed a bit intimidating as you looked up from the floor. You dusted your knees off and bowed to apologize. “Gosh, I knew I should’ve waited for Son Mi.” You muttered to yourself. “Are you part of the cast for today’s show?”

He nodded with a bright smile, now reaching down to pick up your bags. You reached down to help as well but the stranger had already hoisted the two large bags on each arm.”I got them, don’t worry.” 

Feeling guilty you reached over and grabbed a bag, “I can carry them, I just lost my grip and dropped everything.” You smiled, in pain. This bag was the heavier of the two. You extended a hand to grab the other bag but the boy turned to walk away.

He gave a small laugh as he walked away, “Follow me.”

You snatched your personal bag from the ground and quickly followed. Managing to walk in step with him. You adjusted the heavy bag with a quiet grunt and gripped your bag, “I’m Y/N, excited to work with you all today.”

“I’m Jeongin.” He stopped abruptly, “This room.” He gently knocked on the door, the little plaque next to it had your name on it. 

He opened the door and set the bag down in the room, turning to you with a bright smile he laughed. “I think the hair stylist will be in soon, your hair is pretty messy.”

You dropped your bags on the floor and self consciously patted your hair down, “Does it look bad?” Jeongin was a little flustered, such a beautiful woman was in front of him asking if she looked bad.

“No!” He blurted, raking through his brain to find the right words. “You look so pretty! I didn’t mean it like that, your hair is cute.”

Feeling surprised by the younger boy’s comment, you started laughing.  He looked mortified, were you laughing at him? Before he could defend himself the stylist walked in and lightly shoved him out of the doorway, “You boys are done in hair and makeup for the day, PD is looking for you.”

Shooting you a soft glare, not that you could tell with all the tears in your eyes, Jeongin quickly retreated to the room. He had to tell his hyungs about this.

[curatoroffiction]

Vil Meets A Writer

I like the idea of Vil meeting an MC who likes to write.

Because writers are a very driven type of person which is almost the anthesis to everything Vil considers to be a driven person, but I also think there's a fun scenario where one would be exactly the person he needs.

Because writers create stories.

Vil wants to be the star of a story where he can be the hero. Where he gets to stay on the stage and is loved by the audience, and he gets to be one of the 'good guys'.

A good writer could rectify that.

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I like to imagine Vil and this MC truly only get to knowing each other through time together at Ramshackle. While he's toiling away with his duties working on the performance group, this MC has a side writing project they've been working on for a while. They do their part, but oftentimes they can be seen scribbling stuff down in a notebook, or spending long periods writing in a journal. And if they have it, typing away on a laptop or leaving notes to themselves in their phone.

The behavior sticks out, and at first Vil thinks that they might be taking this very seriously and taking notes on the performances. He asks them about their notes in front of the group and MC just goes ".... Sorry those are a different project."

"What kind of project?"

"... Writing."

"Please do it on your own time."

"With all due respect, if I don't write things as they come to me, I will lose them."

Vil, sighing, shaking his head. "Just don't let it interfere with your work. If you slack even a little, and I'm taking all your notebooks and such away."

---

All went well until MC missed a rehearsal call and Vil found them in Ramshackle on their computer typing furiously away at their work. The performance troupe watch on as Vil begins taking away MC's stuff, only for MC to lose it and tell him he's not responsible for them so he should back off. Vil, pissed at their lack of commitment, coldly finishes taking away their shit and locks it all in a box with a curse that anyone who opens the box before the final rehearsal will find themselves asleep until the next morning.

While the troupe considered his methods brutal, taking pity on MC's situation, none of them can open the box without incurring Vil's wrath anyway.

Which is fine because MC got Grim to open it with a promise of tuna and belly rubs.

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Vil would wake up to MC on the couch in Ramshackle, tired, surrounded by all their stuff, Grim tucked up next to them as they write away. At this point, he's no longer heat-of-the-moment pissed, and finds himself curious about what drove the MC to go so far for their stuff back. He leans against the back of the couch, looking over their shoulder.

"I see someone's a bit of a criminal."

"It's more criminal to lock up my shit like I'm a toddler."

Ignoring their biting comment, Vil decides to question; "What is it about this stuff that it's worth more than your responsibilities and that you'd be willing to subject a friend to a curse to get it back?"

"I'm writing. Been hit with a really intense new muse, and I've been writing the most amazing story. It's why it takes up so much of my time and thoughts. It's revitalizing though."

"A new muse. What's your muse?"

"You, actually." MC doesn't look up from their work, but they do pause in their typing.

Vil finds himself thoroughly intrigued. And a little nervous, considering how hard he's been pushing everyone. ".. What kind of story is it?"

"It's a story of a protagonist that has to make a lot of tough calls and is strict, but for good reason. I saw your leadership style and it really stood out to me in an interesting way. You're more free-form than people would probably admit, you just want to ensure people under your tutelage have the means for success. You have a good idea of how to get them there, but if they can find it on their own, you'll support it. I liked that approach a lot and thought it'd make for a really inspiring leader in a messed up situation/world. The actual plot is a sci-fi horror. A harsh environment that really helps the personality to shine for its beneficial nature."

Vil is actually... touched. Hearing how he seems through their eyes is like drinking in an opinion he's been long-awaiting for. They don't know his desire to be a hero, they don't know how long he's worked to try to break out of the mold of his typecasting, and yet here they saw a hero character in him already. A hero type that Neige LeBlanche could never fit. He's staring at MC, realizing he knows nothing about them. He knows nothing about who they are and what they're doing here, or even why they became a leader in the first place. "You talk as though you're not a leader yourself."

"I suppose I am. Though, I'm a reluctant leader. Not someone with a passion for it like you. I was thrown into it. Crowley's a mess of a leader. I think calling him a leader is a bit of a stretch of the truth. But you? You're fascinating. Epel hates being under your thumb, but he works twice as hard because of it. And Epel could quit. He could quit and choose not to abide by your rules regardless, but he doesn't, because he sees that strength in you. You practice what you preach so well that even your dissenters respect that if they can't beat you, they should work with you."

Vil finds himself actually almost.. blushing. A warmth in his cheeks tells him that staying here any longer could cause him to lose his composure. He stands up. "You can keep your things, but don't miss anymore practices. Understood?"

"Aye aye, captain." MC just, giving him a soft salute as they return to typing.

---

I just really like the idea of a writer MC writing something and being like "Vil, you'd make for the leader in this really well."

"What of the rest of the cast?"

"There's a bright-eyed optimist who almost gets everyone killed because he thinks he's fighting an injustice, but is actually fighting the only person keeping the place afloat-"

"Who would you see in that part?"

"I have no idea. I don't know actors in this world. Wait. Actually, that Neige guy would probably be great for the part if he can pull off the whole knight in shining armor trope only to have it blow up in his face because this story is supposed to be more real and gritty."

"..... I'll do it."

"Vil it isn't even finished"

"You should have thought about that before sharing. Finish writing it, that's not a request. I want to play this part."

A story where he not only gets to be the hero, but also where Neige could play the part of the villain in a very believable plot??

Where has Writer MC been all his life?

[ellcrys]

15 questions

Tagged by @itstimetodrew~!! Thanks for the tag!! ☺️

1. Are you named after anyone?

No, I don't think so! I think my parents just went through the list of baby names for girls and settled on Joanna lol.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Uhh... I teared up watching one of the episodes of Blue Eye Samurai a couple days ago but the last time I Cried was on my flight back to Boston last Friday rewatching episode three of The Last of Us lmaoo. (I was like SURELY I won't cry on my nth rewatch... #rip to me)

3. Do you have kids?

*Puts on my meme hat* What am I a child bride?

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

Swimming and soccer growing up. I did ballet for like a year or two also when I was like 5. Since graduating college I haven't really done any sports, just working out at the gym pre-pandemic and then at home since the pandemic, although one of my friends is trying to start a pickup soccer group which I'll probs join if it takes off. Do want to get back into swimming again also. That's on my 2024 todo list. I've tried running as a hobby enough times to know that I suck at it and that I hate it lmao.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Does anyone not? lol

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Hmm, probably their outfit; I enjoy seeing people's different styles!

7. What's your eye color?

Brown <3

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings!!

9. Any talents?

Ugh, no?? I can't think of anything lol. Being a procrastinator and the ultimate lazy bum (only half joking). idk man, I used to be proud of my writing and amv skills but I haven't seriously tried to write anything in probably a decade and I don't think I'm ever getting back into making amvs lol. Letting things go/being resilient maybe? I'm at the point in my life where everything is just 'it is what it is', but I think I've always been good at moving on from things tbh. Life's too short to dwell.

10. Where were you born?

Wisconsin of all states lol

11. What are your hobbies?

Nothing creative anymore, that's for sure (#rip). Uh, I love going out and doing things. I'm the furthest thing from a homebody so being trapped at home during the pandemic drove me nuts. Things I do on the regular include visiting independent bookstores, art museums, and seeing shows. I try to travel/see someplace new on the regular, whether that's going out of state/country or walking through a new neighborhood in the Boston area. I love eating, definitely a foodie. I read a lot (more fanfic than actual lit these days whoops) and watch a lot of tv. I also enjoy just walking around and people watching (will frequently walk around the neighborhood/city without any real purpose in mind as I go crazy if I'm cooped up in my apt for too long). I also love sending snail mail and exchange postcards monthly with a friend in London, and send holiday cards/postcards to family/friends when I travel. I guess documenting my interests on Tumblr can also be considered a hobby considering how much time I spend on here lmao.

12. Do you have any pets?

No, but I plan to adopt a cat when I (hopefully) get my own place!

13. How tall are you?

5'4" :')

I'd love another two inches... just two measly inches :')))

14. Favorite subject in school?

Growing up, probably math. I was good at it, and I loved how logical it was. I also really enjoyed chem, probably because it was the most math adjacent science (hilariously though, I hated physics). In college obviously computer science, my major. Though I've always loved my literature classes also.

15. Dream job?

Man I'd love to open and own an independent bookstore/cafe. Dream job for real.

Tagging (if you want!) @lordsardine, @goldshitter, @akechikurusus, @popflythesky, and anyone else who wants to do this!

[spyrkle4]

Ark hcs I have about the survivors: Aberration (part 2)

Sequel to the last post on ab, this one is gonna talk about the grad students n’ stuff (and I am going to be self indulgent af and none of you can stop me)

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-So fun fact the grad students have their own wiki page and it helps me think about what was going on in ab after everyone bounced (and when I mean everyone I mean everyone left, except their tames)

-Sadly I think Rockwell killed almost-everyone’s tames since he couldn’t get to the survivors, he could at least get the creatures they couldn’t bring with them...

-But not Xiao! Most of the light pets managed to avoid being spared bc they’re smol and it’s easier for them to hide, so yeah he mostly chilled in the ruins of the tek village for a long time until discovered by what’s left of the grad students

-Rockwell was the one who brought the grad students onto aberration, since he took over as overseer he could bring survivors onto the ark now, I think he mostly brought “students with bright minds” for his experiments

-Considering he was influencing some of the grad students, I think he was running experiments by poking through their heads and trying to get them to do what he wanted, basically his first test subjects in controlling other creatures 

-I like to think they all got along a little before Rockwell was messing with them, Trent and Rusty were the kind of people that did dumb dares and Emilia tagged along to feel included 

-Also they had a pet bulbdog with the group that was Emilia’s, they were together until the very end...

(more notes under the cut)

-Boris at first was leader of the group but Trent and Emilia voted Imamu bc he was too bossy and terrible at directions XD

-I actually think Boris is just a grump at first, he’s like “I just want to be a scientist I didn’t ask to be teleported into dinosaur land!” 

-Trent tried apologizing to Rusty multiple times after the incident of making of fun of his accent but at that point Rockwell was whispering words of doubt into his head he never accepted his friend’s apologies 

-Emilia and Rusty went on a date once (”It is not a date, stop it Trent” -Trent said it was bc he’s a troll) at fertile lake where they just talked and went fishing.

-Rusty I think helped Emilia feel confident, she was the anxious member of the group and he helped inspire her to feel brave, he was probably in her thoughts when she sacrificed herself so the others could escape 

-The fall Rusty had just broke his legs or something, he would’ve healed after a long rest, but Boris isn’t exactly a patient guy...

-Emilia and Rusty’s death hit Trent hard, he started taking their situation more seriously and stuck close to Imamu, worried about losing him too, 

-I think it was the combination of Element and Rockwell’s whispers that drove Boris off the deep end, he was still a bit of a grumpy jerk beforehand, but he wouldn’t have killed Rusty and drove Emilia to sacrifice herself if he hadn’t been corrupted at that point

-Trent and Imamu kept the journals of their fallen friends, Trent wanted to burn Boris’ journal after reading it, but Imamu talked him out of it as he thought that the voice that he and Rusty heard must’ve droven him insane, so Trent (reluctantly) put his arson plans on hold

-So when Trent and Imamu were in the ruins of the Tek village, they discovered a little shinehorn sitting by the ruins that was really friendly to them, Trent liked having the little guy around bc it reminded him of Emilia and her bulbdog.

-They found out the shinehorn was named Xiao bc they collected some of the explorer notes and dossiers, it’s also how they first discovered the name of Sir Edmund Rockwell

-Emilia was the one who started the trend of finding explorer notes, thinking they’d have a key to getting out of the Ark if they read the stories of past survivors, but she wasn’t there anymore to find the notes, so the two did their best to try and continue her work 

-Trent and Imamu, when they were the last of the group, became very close since they were in this situation together (Trent 100% called it a bromance, Imamu was very confused bc he did not know what Trent was referencing) 

-Before his defeat at the hands of Rockwell, Imamu first felt sorrow on ab when he discovered the dossier on reapers, and what to do if one... stabs you with their tail, he basically started tearing up and kept repeating “I could’ve saved him... I could’ve saved him” over and over because if he had known about the reapers... Trent would be alive

-Xiao gave Imamu some shinehorn hugs afterwords : (, why am I mean to these kids omg

-I’ve heard some people speculate that Imamu died shortly of his wounds after losing the fight from Rockwell, I think he did survive but his spirit didn’t :’( so he just spent his days by the tek village, with Xiao for company

-If Trent had survived his encounter with the reaper queen, I think he and Imamu would’ve been able to defeat Rockwell and escape aberration 

[comm-caribou]

Chapter Twelve: The Lost get Found:

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none (let me know if I missed any!)

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The gunship lowered enough for him to launch the AT-RT out the back. He drove forward, letting the walker run a few paces as to not eat the ground like he had done in the past.

There was so much chatter in his ear from the Commander and his posse. Safe on the ground, he switched to holocomm, seeing them all practically fighting over themselves to talk.

“When you find her,” Cooper explained, “contact us immediately.”

“Don’t move her if she’s hurt!” Boomerang scolded, “you could cause more damage!”

“He knows that,” Mirage said quietly.

“Just making sure,” Boomerang fretted.

“There’s a lot of unusual wildlife out there,” Cooper continued with the briefing, “you and your squad need to be careful.”

Three more AT-RT joined him, sitting patiently waiting for his okay to move.

“Tracks sent you the coordinates of the area we were,” Coyote said, “best you comb through that there. We also sent Hound the last known location from her now unresponsive comm.”

“Commander, you have anything to add?” Cooper asked him.

As if woken from a trance, Hardwire turned to the holo-comm, and said, “please, just find her, Sergeant.”

“Yes, sir,” he responded, closing the call.

Juliette Trix had been their General for close to three months now. She was their longest running General, and he never met her.

He caught glimpses of her when she first arrived in full armor, but never got the chance to say a word to her before Hound was hurt. Then, they’ve been gone for long while helping Hound with his recovery, and she’s been nowhere since they returned.

“Ready, Digger?” Calico asked.

Digger turned to them, smiling under his ARF issued helmet, “ready as I’ll ever be.”

****

“My jet pack. How could I forget my jet pack?”

As she grumbled to herself, Juliette dragged herself from the indent in the ground where she landed. If it weren’t for her armor, she was certain she’d be dead instead of with a sore, possibly broken leg.

She lost her comm in the fall, and wished she knew where it was so she could call someone.

“Maybe they’ll send Fury,” she said to herself, “good, sweet reliable Fury would come for me. Or Shadow, he’s pretty loyal too. Maybe, Coyote? Definitely, Cosmos. All my precious pilots would come for me. I bet they’re flying around now.”

She put her head down, taking a labored breath.

“I wish someone else was here to talk to.”

****

“Hold.”

Mutt hopped off the back of Hound’s walker, kneeling down to the ground.

“What’s that?” Hound lowered the transport down.

Mutt picked up a mess of metal and wire, “broken communicator. Has a heart etched on the back.”

“That’s her,” Calico chuckled.

“You say that like it’s so obvious,” Zombie remarked.

“Do none of you watch her?” Calico scoffed. “I find her quite entertaining.”

Digger sighed, “and you say that like she’s a side attraction.”

“Aren’t we all?” Calico mused, “I imagine when this war ends, because we don’t have any rights and are considered property, they’ll put us in a zoo.”

Digger rolled his eyes, “can you boys focus?”

“A zoo?” Hound asked Calico.

“Or a museum,” Zombie proposed. “They’ll display our dead bodies and all sorts of war junk for civvies to gawk at!”

“We also could be auctioned off,” Mutt laughed, “for the cheap price of one trillion credits, bring home a clone trooper today.”

They all laughed, except Digger.

He clapped his hands, “cut the morbid jokes. We got to find the General.”

“Sir, yes sir,” they all straightened up.

Mutt climbed back on the back of Hound’s AT-RT.

“You know,” Hound began again, “I hear she’s rich.”

“Hound.” Digger warned.

“I’m just wondering,” Hound said, “do you think she’d buy us? Like clones? If we were up for sale, would she?”

“She’d definitely buy Cosmos,” Calico snickered.

“Maybe just her pilots and a few other friends,” Mutt mused. “Probably not us.”

Digger scanned the ground, “you boys stupid?”

“Rude,” Zombie retorted.

“No, seriously,” Digger continued, “this is the same girl who tracked a trooper across Coruscant to save his life based on a rumor she heard from some gossiping Corries. She wouldn’t have to spend any of her credits because she’d just break us all free.”

He stopped, looking to the ground at something shiny. He lowered his walker, getting off as he got closer.

“What’d you find?” Zombie asked.

Digger picked up a purple stone wrapped in wire, attached to a silver chain. It was in a hole in the ground, the size of a person.

“Calico, you notice everything,” Digger turned to his second in command, “did the General wear a lepidolite necklace?”

“Yup.” Calico nodded, “she’s always fiddling with the thing.”

Digger looked around, “fan out, she’s close.”

****

Her hand frantically pat her chest and around her neck.

My necklace! Where’s my necklace?

She felt a tightness in her throat, and tears welling up as she looked for her necklace. With it gone, she now had nothing but memories of Fang, and they were slowly fading away.

A sob escaped her, as she lowered her head crying.

“Sweetheart, why are you crying?” Fang lowered down beside her, turning her face to him.

She felt silly for crying, but still.

“It’s my buir’s birthday,” she wiped her eyes.

Fang brushed her cheek, “I’m sorry, what can I do for you?”

She thought for a moment, “can we go make a cake?”

“I’m not that good at baking,” he smiled bashfully, “but I’ll try.”

He gently dabbed under her eyes, and kissed away any remaining tears.

****

Mutt and Hound went off together, Digger sent Zombie with Calico, and he went off on his own, holding onto the purple stoned necklace.

“Lepidolite,” he chucked, “a lilac colored stone located on more tropical, warmer planets. Technically a mineral.”

“Thank you for the lovely facts,” Hound said into the comm.

“Pop quiz,” Digger scanned the area, “what are its healing properties?”

“Digger, you’re such a nerd,” Mutt teased.

“Wait, wait!” Zombie exclaimed, “I know this one!”

“Tell us,” Calico hummed.

“It’s on the tip of my tongue,” Zombie continued. “Something balance. It’s the balance of… of…”

“Careful, Zombie,” Mutt laughed, “your brain is starting to smoke.”

“Shush your mouth!” Zombie laughed, “I give up.”

“Emotional balance,” Digger smiled, “it helps with emotional balance.”

After a second, Zombie said, “I knew that.”

“Did you?” Calico teased, “did you really?”

“Wait, something’s moving,” Hound cut in. “We’re checking it out.”

Digger paused, looking back down at the necklace.

I wonder who gave it to her? It looks handmade.

He brought it closer to his visor, admiring the shades and colors.

What an interesting little General we have.

His eye got drawn past the stone, to a shimmer of gray in the middle of a field.

“Found her.” Digger turned his AT-RT, “head to my position.”

“Copy that,” Calico quipped.

****

She lost track of how long it’s been since she fell, and the pain just lingered now.

Hope was dwindling as no gunships flew by.

They’d be looking for General number seven soon, and I’ll be just a memory.

She looked to the stars, thinking of the mural her troops painted. A memorial for their fallen, but it was presented to her like a gift.

Please put my star up. I want to stay with my new family.

Heavy foot steps approached her.

She tiredly turned her head, buir?

Machinery hummed and groaned, then lighter footsteps came closer.

Above her, white armor stood over her.

Fang? It can’t be…

She felt too tired to speak. All she could manage was reaching her hand up to them. Her eyelids felt just as heavy as her limbs, fighting to close on her and pull her into darkness.

They knelt down, taking her hand in their’s as she blacked out.

“Hello, Angel.”

[automatismoateo]

Disrespectful Uber passenger threatened me and said Id burn in hell for being an atheist and told me hed pray for me. via /r/atheism

Disrespectful Uber passenger threatened me and said I’d burn in hell for being an atheist and told me he’d pray for me. Marked nsfw for discussion of SA, violence and racism. So I drive for Uber part time as a way to make some money while I look for a new jobs. Today I picked up an elderly passenger who during the ride he made several uncomfortable comments towards me about gay people and immigrants plus some sexually degrading shit about his wife I really didn’t wanna listen to, on top of rude comments calling me homophobic slurs. Afterwards I pulled into a gas station and told him to exit my vehicle which like, yeah I’m probably a pussy for kicking him out of my car cuz I didn’t wanna listen to that shit, but it’s also my private property I can kick out who I want. Anyways he refused to leave saying he would lie to the police and tell them I assaulted him if I didn’t take him home. Not knowing any better I drove him the rest of the way home listening to an onslaught of racial and homophobic slurs and threats of violence and sexual assault saying things like how he wanted to SA me or get his friends to beat me up, all while trying to provoke me to assault him and threats of lying to the police. At one point he blamed Muslims for 9/11, but after I brought up Christians bombing abortion clinics those attacks never happened and weren’t because of religion according to him. All the while he claimed he was a devout Mormon and pestered me about my religion. I told him it’s not his business to which he replied with a tangent about how I’m going to burn in hell (which is stupid considering Mormons don’t even believe in hell, just weird tiers of heaven only super good married heterosexual Mormons can get into) When we reached his home he refused to exit my vehicle. He kept telling me I’d burn in hell, to which I replied that I don’t believe in the bullshit his god preaches, which sent him on another burn in hell tangent. He demanded I help him take off his seatbelt because it was “stuck” (it’s likely he was trying to get me to touch him so he could claim I assaulted him or something stupid). Funnily enough after I started videoing the interaction suddenly he had no problem taking his seat belt off. His final words to me were “I’ll pray for you” which is seriously the most passive aggressive shit Christians do I stg. Anyways it’s so funny to me how boomer Christians (which honestly I don’t even consider Mormons to be Christian but they sure as shit think they are and justify hate all the same ways other denominations do) think they can threaten to SA someone, threaten to beat someone, be racist to entire ethnic groups of people, sexually degrade women and still think they are going to heaven. Meanwhile I’m going to hell just because I don’t believe in the same god as him. Seriously there’s no hate quite like Christian love am I right? Tl;dr boomer Mormon threatens to SA and assault me. Still thinks he’s going to heaven while I’ll burn in hell for being an atheist. Submitted July 06, 2024 at 03:45AM by WatWat98 (From Reddit https://ift.tt/IuXU9D4)

[chelseachilly]

THIS LOVE - chapter seven | that's how you get the girl

pairing: ben chilwell x reader

rating: T

word count: 2.3k

summary: you've been sulking at home for days, mourning your fake relationship and possibly your friendship with ben. little do you know, he's on his way to your flat...

A/N: here is is...the final chapter of this love! 🩵 this story has been so much fun for me to write and you've all been so kind with your feedback :) thank you for sticking with me if you made it this far, and i hope you enjoy this one! not to give anything away...but the chapter title is (very clearly) from how you get the girl by taylor swift (also what perfect timing that i'm finishing this just in time for 1989 tv!!)

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From the moment you walked away from Ben in the tunnels of Wembley, everything was pretty much terrible. 

You drove straight home and cried your eyes out for the rest of the day and night, feeling like utter rubbish and longing for the comfort of the one person you absolutely can’t talk to about this. 

You could’ve, in theory, called your family or one of your other friends to vent, but it was hard enough admitting your feelings for Ben when Mason practically forced them out of you. You weren’t sure you could bear to say the words out loud - to admit to anyone but yourself that you’re in love with him. 

Days passed and you continued to wallow in your misery, leaving the house only for work. It took three days before you summoned the energy to force yourself to go for a drink with some coworkers, but trying to smile and pretend everything was fine when your heart was completely shattered proved too difficult, and you left after one beer.

The following day, you felt so completely drained of energy when you woke up that you ended up calling Val begging her to take your shift, which she thankfully did without prying too much. You just aren’t ready to open up about everything yet - it’s too painful. Honestly, you can’t imagine a time that it won’t be. 

Normally, when you’re upset over a guy, you cry for a few days, a few weeks at the most, eat a lot of ice cream, and then get over it.

But this isn’t just some guy. This is Ben. He’s your best friend, the most important person in your life, and you may have lost him over your own stupid feelings. 

Which brings you to right now, laying face down on your couch after crying so much that you don’t think you physically can anymore. Your curtains are closed, wanting to shut out the world for as long as you possibly can before facing reality.

There are unanswered texts on your phone from both Ben and Mason. You felt you owed them at least a quick assurance that you were okay - even though you’re not, really - so you forced yourself to respond to Mason once, but you haven’t listened to any of the many voicemails Ben has left. You’ve been doing enough crying, you think hearing his voice right now might send you over the edge.

You also know that they’re in Ibiza on a boys trip, and you know exactly what that means - clubbing, drinking, loads and loads of hot girls. The last thing you want is to hear about Ben’s latest conquests, you’ve purposefully avoided social media so you don’t have to read about them in the Daily Mail. 

You’ve just mustered the energy to get up, wipe your tear-stained cheeks and shuffle over to the kitchen to try to force yourself to eat something when there’s a knock on your door.��

You seriously consider not answering it, figuring it’s probably someone trying to deliver food to the wrong flat - who else would randomly show up at 9pm on a Friday night is beyond you - but when the knocking persists, you begrudgingly walk over and swing it open.

Your mouth falls open when you see who’s waiting for you on the other side.

“Ben?”

Lo and behold, there stands the man you’ve been crying over for five days straight. He looks oddly disheveled, his hair is soaking wet from the rain outside, and he’s here. At your door. Not in Ibiza.

“Y/N,” Ben breathes. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“What are you doing here?” you murmur, and you’re ashamed of how weak your voice sounds after the hours of sobbing. 

It certainly doesn’t go unnoticed by Ben, much to your dismay, as his face falls and he takes a step toward you. When he reaches out to cup your face, you pull away, refusing to allow him to comfort you right now. 

“What’s wrong, love? You look like you’ve been crying-“

“I’m fine, Ben,” you say quickly, worried your voice will falter again if you take too long. “Why aren’t you in Ibiza?”

“I flew back.”

You roll your eyes - even when you’re madly in love with him and feel like bursting into tears at the sight of his face, this boy can still drive you crazy.

“Yeah, I know, but why?”

Ben takes a deep breath, like he’s summoning the courage for something.

“Because the whole time I was there, while the boys were having fun, I was sitting around missing you and wishing you were there,” he says. “And you weren’t answering any of my texts and I saw you out with some guy on your story-"

“He’s a friend,” you say sharply, crossing your arms. “Not that you get to tell me who I can and can’t date while you’re off getting laid by every model at the beach club-"

“I wasn’t getting laid, Y/N, that’s what I’m trying to tell you,” Ben says desperately, taking a step closer and melting all your resolve in the process. “I wasn’t partying, I could barely even eat or sleep, all I could think about was you and how much I wanted to be with you. How I always want to be with you.” 

He reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushing against your cheek, and this time you can’t bring yourself to pull away. 

“I’m sorry I kissed you like that after the game, in front of all those people,” he says, gently dropping his hand from your face. You miss the warmth of his touch immediately.

“I wasn’t upset about the kiss,” you admit quietly, almost shamefully, avoiding his gaze. 

“I know,” Ben says softly. “You were upset about how it happened.“

Your heart skips a beat as you realize what he’s implying, your eyes darting up to meet his bright blue ones.

“Did Mason-"

“No, no,” Ben says with a small, slightly nervous smile. “He just pointed me in the right direction. Turns out everyone else already knew what it took me twenty years to figure out.”

Your legs feel like they’re about to give out, and you have to grip the doorframe for stability as Ben continues to look at you like you’re the most important thing in the world. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he says, his hand over his heart like he’s making an oath, or afraid that it might burst out of his chest, or perhaps both. “I’m in love with you. I’m so sorry that it took me this long to realize it, but I think I’ve been in love with you my whole life. I think that’s why I’ve never wanted to settle down with any other girl, I think my - my heart knew it was waiting for you.”

“Ben,” you breathe, tears now forming in your eyes once again for entirely different reasons. “I love you too. I didn’t realize until I had to pretend to be in love with you, but somewhere along the way I think I realized I...wasn’t pretending anymore.”

Ben’s hand tentatively reaches out to grab your waist, pulling you closer, and you felt a bolt of lightning crash through you as his touch electrifies your entire soul.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he whispers, now close enough that your noses brush, sending another wave of sparks through your body. 

“I was terrified,” you admit. “I was worried that you wouldn’t feel the same. Although, deep down, I think I was even more scared that you would.” You timidly reach up to run your fingers through his hair, and you see the way his eyes fall shut in contentment. “I can’t lose you, Benji.”

“You’re not gonna lose me, baby,” Ben murmurs, sending goosebumps up your arms with the new term of endearment. “We’ve always figured everything out together before, this isn’t any different. It’s scary for me too, but thankfully I’ve got my best friend by my side.”

You smile, fiddling with the hem of his shirt before looking up at him shyly. “Well, speaking as your best friend, I think it’s my duty to give you some relationship advice.”

“Oh yeah?” Ben grins, squeezing your waist. “Let’s hear it, then.”

“When a girl tells you she loves you back,” you murmur, tilting your head to brush your nose against his. “You should probably kiss her.”

Ben doesn’t have to be told twice - you only see a flash of his blinding smile before he pulls you closer and descends his lips onto yours. It feels like heaven to kiss him, every nerve in your body on fire as your lips mould together perfectly. 

Your arms wrap around his neck, not caring that he’s still wet from the rain or that your door is still wide open for any of your neighbours to see. Your entire world is Ben and his hands on your waist and his mouth on yours and his familiar scent enveloping you. Despite the passion burning inside you, you don’t feel like you’re going to combust any time soon - you just feel warm. You feel protected, content, happy. He’s your safe place, and he always has been. 

Ben deepens the kiss, and you gladly part your lips to allow his tongue entry. You don’t expect the moan that leaves your mouth when he does so, but it only spurs Ben on more, making him tighten his grip on you.

“I love you so much,” he mumbles against your lips between kisses, “so, so much.”

You kiss for a long time, neither willing to break apart for even a moment, until the sound of someone walking down the hall breaks you out of your trance. When you both pull back for a moment, just enough to look at each other, you lock eyes for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter. 

“Holy shit,” you laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

“I can’t believe we waited this long,” he confesses, pecking your nose. “I didn’t know kissing someone could feel like that.”

“Me neither,” you breathe, unable to resist leaning in to kiss him again, this time tugging him by the shirt and pulling him fully into your flat. 

When you both find the self-control to pull apart again, you gaze up at him lovingly for a moment before your eyes flit to the large duffel bag and backpack behind him, which you’re noticing for the first time.

“An overnight bag? Thats presumptuous of you, Benjamin,” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

“I came straight from the airport,” he explains, and you can’t help but blush slightly at his urgency to get to you. “But I do hope you’ll let me stay for a while.”

You can stay forever, you think to yourself. You don’t say it out loud, but you’re pretty sure he knows.

“Not sure I’m dressed for a first date,” you giggle, glancing down at your old joggers and t-shirt from uni. 

“First of all, you look insanely beautiful, like always,” Ben says without a hint of doubt. “Second, this doesn’t count as our first date. I’m taking you somewhere nice.”

As he drags his bags into your flat and shuts and locks the door behind him, you shake your head at him with a smile.

“Just because you’re my boyfriend now doesn’t mean I’m gonna start letting you spoil me all the time.”

Your stomach flips for a moment as you realize what word you just said, but judging by the look on Ben’s face and the way he drops his bags to the floor to walk over and kiss you again, it was the right one.

“Babe,” Ben groans lightly as he pulls away from the kiss, your fingers lightly scratching his scalp. “Call me your boyfriend again and I’ll probably buy you a bloody Tesla. Or a boat, or a house, whatever you-“

You smirk, leaning in to kiss him both to shut him up - you think you’re gonna love this new method of doing so - and because you really want to.

Any hope of a witty retort is lost when Ben tugs you impossibly closer and his hand slides underneath your top, making it impossible to think of anything else. 

He walks you backward until you reach the sofa, sitting down and pulling you into his lap so that you’re straddling him.

You’re kissing like the world is about to end, a tangle of limbs and unspoken promises, both of you completely insatiable. When Ben begins to trail his kisses down your neck, sucking gently at your pulse point, and tugs you closer by your hips so you can feel his bulge against your core, you could explode from the pleasure of it all. 

“Bedroom,” you murmur, your fingers tangled in his hair - you’ve dreamed about touching it like this for so long. Touching him like this. “Now.”

 Ben pulls back to look at you, and you half-expect to see that same cocky glint in his eye you’ve see a hundred times before he left the club or a party with some hot girl, but this look is entirely different.

His gaze is intense, but it’s also full of adoration and devotion and, you swear, even a little bit of nervousness, which is totally adorable. 

“Are you sure, Y/N?” he asks in a low voice, running a hand up and down your back and leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. “I’m happy to wait if you want to take it slow. Whatever you want, baby.”

“I want you, Benji,” you murmur, pecking his lips softly. “I want all of you. I don’t want to wait.”

Ben nods and smiles at you for a brief moment before pulling you into another searing kiss, standing up with your legs still wrapped around his waist and beginning to walk you to the bedroom.

You don’t leave your flat for two days after that, shutting out the outside world completely except for one text Ben sends in the boys group chat - with your permission, of course. 

-

a/n: the end...almost! 💗 i still have an epilogue coming your way, hopefully sometime next week! thank you to everyone for reading, please let me know what you thought of the big confession scene, i hope it was everything you wanted! xx tag list: @captainwans @amandaaa1025 @bbygrlllllll @ncentic @lunamelona @kathb59 @cinderellawithashoe @batmansb1tch @myheartgoesvroom @chillymountsjess @babygirlbenji @delicateearthquakellama @joyfullyswimmingface @xxenia14 @chaotic-taco-collector-blog @chilwellspulisic @maraudersmap123 @evelinapurmale @freekoalakryptonite

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Hey, how's it going? I sent a post with a request, because I thought that explaining it would be too long. Sorry! :)

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Relationship: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I chose not to give any… this is 18+ so underage peoples. Stay away!! I love love loved this request and I hope I did it justice. 🥰

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The music was loud. 

Why did it have to be so loud? 

The was not his usual scene even if the music was to his taste but Benny and Will had dragged him out for what they'd promised to be a night of fun. This was not what he considered fun. He knew why they were doing it. He'd been wallowing since his girlfriend of four years had upped and left him a few months back. He knew he needed to move on but he had been struggling to do that. He was starting to think there was no hope for him when it came to love. 

He was damaged goods. 

He was an ex-army pilot with little or nothing to show for it. Sure he had a few medals but he also had PTSD and was a recovering coke addict. 

What a catch. 

He sipped on his beer as the Miller brothers talked about Ben's upcoming fights and how Will's wedding plans were coming along. Frankie had tuned out a while ago, choosing to just stare at the torn label on his budweizer.

"Hey, Fish." Ben nudged, trying to get the man's attention "Yo, Catfish." He said a little louder, finally catching the man's attention.

"What?" 

"Curvy Latino chick checking you out," Will stated, motioning with his head and Frankie looked around to see you smiling sweetly at him as you sipped at your drink. 

"She's way to young for me." Frankie scoffed and the boys groaned 

"You're not that old Fish!" Ben argued. 

"Coming from the guy who's in his early thirties." Frankie gibed and Will groaned. 

"You're only two years older than me so does that make me old?" Will asked and Frankie just shook his head. 

"Go on." Ben pushed "It doesn't have to turn into anything serious." 

"I dunno." 

"God, you're lame." Ben mocked and Frankie just gave him the finger before returning to his beer. 

...

"Who do you keep staring at?" Your friend asked as her eyes followed your gaze to a table where three guys were sitting "Oooo, they're hot. Which blonde you got your eye on?" 

"Not the blondes." You said simply, taking a sip of your bud.

"Hat dude?" She asked and you nodded shyly.

"Looks a little old." She said and your brows drew together as you shook your head. 

"I don't think so." 

"Well go speak to him!" She pushed and you simply shook your head again. 

"He won't be interested in me." 

"Why the hell not?" Your friend exclaimed and you sighed. 

"Because he's hot and I'm not... Guys like him don't go for fat girls like me." 

...

"Come on Frank, she's been checking you out all night." Ben drove "She's clearly into you so just go and talk to her." 

"She's got to be like half my age." He scoffed and Ben gave his brother an exasperated look. 

"If she was half your age, she wouldn't be here." Will pointed out "Seriously man what's stopping you? You deserve to have fun." 

"I need another beer." Was all Fish could say before he got up from the table and made his way over to the bar. 

...

This was your chance. You watched him as he got up and walked to the bar and then you noted how your drink had run dry. 

"I'm going to get another drink." You said, smiling at your friend "Another?" 

"I'm good." She said as she waved her almost full bottle at you. 

"Okay. Be right back." You said before making your wave over to the bar and standing next to the man who'd been the object of your desires all evening. 

He was even more gorgeous up close. Soft brown curls that poked out from beneath his hat and a strong jaw that had your mouth watering. Your moment was disturbed when a drunk guy barged into you from behind and you were forced into the man you admired, leading him to spill his drink all over the bar. 

"Shit... Sorry I... The guy pushed me and I-" 

"It's fine." The man assured you as he grabbed a napkin to mop the beer that had spilt onto his hand. 

"Let me get you another." You pleaded "It's the least I can do." 

"Seriously it's..." He stopped in his tracks when he realised who you were. 

Up close you were even prettier than he'd expected and he felt his heart race as looked at you. Suddenly he'd run out of things to say. 

"Please." You pleaded with your big eyes and he found he couldn't say no to you. 

"Sure." He managed to say finally and you grinned at him. 

"Great." You beamed before asking the barman for two more beers, silently psyching yourself up to talk to him again "Can I confess something to you?" 

He just looked at you like a fish out of water and you chuckled before taking that as an invitation to continue. 

"Well, I've been trying to pluck up the courage to come talk to you for most of the night. I don't usually do this sort of thing." 

"Really?" He asked, a little taken aback. 

'Yeah, I uh... Well, you're really hot and-"

"Wanna dance?" He asked and you were shocked by his question. 

"S-sure." You said, picking up your beer and taking a large swig before accepting his hand and heading to the dance floor just as 'Pour some sugar on me' started to blast through the speakers.  

You were then more shocked at how good he was. At first glance, he didn’t seem like the dancing type but then he was pulling you against him and swaying his hips in time with the music, his mouth cemeteries away from your neck. You felt yourself get lost in this moment with him, your body flush against him as he led your movements. Suddenly you felt a wave of confidence flow over you and you turned in his arms, eyes flitting between his, and his lips. 

Then the distance was closed.

His lips were soft and he tasted like the beer he’d been drinking. His moustache was a new feeling for you but one you welcomed as you moaned into the kiss, an ache starting to grow between your thighs. The kiss started to get more passionate and you knew then that you had to have him. Even if it was just for one night. 

Cheering pulled you both from the kiss and you both looked in unison at his two blonde friends cheering the two of you on. 

“Get in there Fishsticks!!” Ben cheered and Frankie rolled his eyes. 

“Fishsticks?” You questioned, smirking at him. 

“My name’s Francisco… or Frankie if you like.” He said, looking at you shyly and you smiled. 

“Nice to meet you, Francisco.” You purred, giving him your own name in return “Would you like to get out of here?… My apartment's only two blocks over.” 

“Shit, really?” He practically panted, eyes darkening as his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. 

“Wanna show me what else you can do with these hips?” You asked, surprising yourself with your confidence. 

“Shit.” He groaned before kissing you again and you chuckled against his lips. 

“Take that as a yes?” 

His eager nodding was all you needed. You told him you were going to let your friend know you were leaving and he did the same. Five minutes later you were both sprinting out of the club, stopping every few moments to kiss each other breathless. 

When you finally made it to your apartment, you’d only just made it through the front door before he was on you. His lips were on your neck as his hands travelled over the dips and valleys of your body, pulling musical sounds from you. Normally you'd be conscious of the fact that your stomach wasn't flat and that your thighs were thick but the way he looked at you seemed to wash away all those anxieties. The more skin he revealed, the more ravenous he seemed to be for you. 

Clothes were removed and left haphazardly all over the apartment as the two of you stumbled to your bedroom. You both giggled and moaned as you bumped into things and kissed each other to distraction, collapsing onto your bed. Your heart sped up as he kissed down your body, lavishing your plump breasts and nipples with attention before making his way down to where you wanted him most. 

"Fuck." You groaned as he dove in face first, licking and sucking at your centre as he slipped two thick fingers into your heat. 

He grinned against you as you writhed beneath him, singing his name as you crested. Then you were grabbing at him, desperate to feel him and he was happy to grant it. As he slipped inside of you and swallowed your moans, you both felt complete, like you’d been each other's missing piece all this time. He took it slow at first. The gentle rocking of his hips allows you to adjust to him but before long you’re begging him to fuck you harder. Then he’s fucking you into the mattress and you’re at his mercy. He pulls sounds from you that you’ve never made before and pulls more orgasms from you than you can count. 

Finally, when he’s nearing his own, he switches angles one final time and rubs your clit, eyes stripping you bear with his dark gaze. 

“One more Hermosa.” He purred and that was all it took to have you cumming around him again. Pulling him right along with you. 

Then he collapsed bonelessly onto the bed beside you and you rolled on your side to face him. You gazed at each other for a while, smiling sweetly as you admired one another. 

“Wanna stay?” You asked, grinning at him “I have bacon and make a mean cup of coffee.” 

“Sounds great.” 

~ 

2 weeks later…

“You heard from that chick from the club at all?” Asked Ben over breakfast before stuffing his mouth full of bacon. 

Frankie simply shook his head. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed that he’d not heard from you but you’d never said it was more than that. The following morning had been just as perfect. You'd cooked him a lovely breakfast and chatted to him as if he'd always been there, it had felt so natural. He'd dared allow himself to think that perhaps something more could happen between the two of you but in reality, he'd shared an incredible night with you and that was all it was to be. 

Was probably for the best.

“You could call her?” Will suggested and Frankie sighed. 

“I don’t have her number. I gave her mine and she said she’d text me.” The man said, unable to hide how dejected he felt “Guess it just meant more to me.” 

“She could still text!” Will said and Frankie shrugged. 

“Yeah maybe.” 

… 

You read and re-read your message over and over and over. It would be so easy to just press send but you were nervous. 

It had been two weeks since you’d shared that amazing night with Frankie. You’d told him you would text him but then work got busy and before you knew it a fortnight had passed. Taking a deep breath, you hovered your thumb over the send icon and pressed it, praying your message would be well received. 

… 

Frankie’s attention was grabbed by his phone lighting up. Knowing it was probably one of the guys he ignored it at first but when it dinged a few hours later, his interest was piqued. It was from a number he didn’t recognise but when he opened the message, his heart sped up. 

Hi 

The message started along with your name. 

I know this is a little late and I’m super sorry. Work got mad and before I knew it… well, anyway, I had an amazing night with you and I was kinda hoping that you’d maybe like to go out for dinner with me sometime? Completely understand if you don’t want to but thought I’d ask. 

He smiled at your message, feeling his heart flutter at it and then he saw the next message you’d sent. 

Message received 

He started to panic then. He definitely wanted to go out to dinner with you but now you were sitting in your apartment thinking the opposite. So he didn’t hesitate to message you back. 

Hi, sorry, I only just saw this! 

He started, trapping his lip between his teeth as he continued his text to you. 

Don’t worry about it, life gets in the way. I would love to go to dinner with you. 

He waited a moment before three little dots appeared in the corner. Smiling as he awaited his reply. 

Hi, shit… wow really? 

Popped up and he smirked at it. 

Sorry about my earlier message. I regretted sending it as soon as I did it. I’m not needy I swear. I’ve just never asked a guy out before and I got all stupid. 

You’re fine. When you free? 

Tomorrow night? 

Perfect 

He was grinning from ear to ear at the knowledge he was going to see you again tomorrow. He’d given up all hope of hearing from you so to see that message from you had given him a boost he didn’t know he needed. He wasn’t sure what would come out of this but he was excited to find out. 

…

You had changed your outfit about six times in the last half an hour. You'd agreed on a time and place with Frankie. A small burger joint you knew close by so you didn't need to dress up in anything fancy. Yet you still wanted to impress him. After that night you'd not been able to stop thinking about how everything you'd done together felt so right. Sure he was older than you but that honestly didn't bother you. You knew it was going to bother your parents but you'd be lying if you said you cared about that. 

An hour later you were making your way to the restaurant, spotting him standing outside. He was looking around nervously and you couldn't help but smile as you checked him out. He'd made an effort too. Smart burgundy shirt and dark jeans that hugged his cute little ass. 

"Hey." You said when you were in earshot of him and he smiled sweetly at you. 

"Hey." He replied before the two of you shared a look, caught in a moment before you both just went for it. 

The kiss was exactly how you'd remembered it. Soft yet firm and you felt yourself melt into it as he pulled you closer. Then it ended and you were both left breathless as he rested his forehead against yours. 

"Missed you too." You chuckled and he grinned at you. 

"Shall we?" He asked as he motioned to the door and you nodded before heading in as he held the door open for you. 

You were both seated in a booth that allowed you to sit together as you talked about your lives. You learned that he was ex-army. That he'd flown helicopters and that he was now flying choppers for a local sky tours company. He seemed to enjoy the work. 

"Still get to fly but I don't get shot at anymore." He joked and you smiled at that. 

You then told him about how you had moved here from Brazil when you were six but you were still fluent in Portuguese. He then told you about his Chilean roots and how he had moved here at a similar age. As the evening went on, you learned that you both shared a lot in common. You liked the same books, movies, music, food... even cleaning brands. Talking to him was the easiest thing in the world and he felt the same about you but there was one thing that was hanging over his head. 

"So, what do you want?" He asked and your brow pulled together in obvious confusion "Like, what are your plans for the future?" 

"Are you asking me if I want this to become something serious?" You pushed and he shrugged. 

"I'm a lot older than you." He stated plainly "You have so much ahead of you. You don't want to waste your time on a washed-up ex-soldier like me." 

"What makes you think that?" 

"I just know." He said sadly and your heart broke for him a little. 

"Francisco." You started, taking his hand "I know I'm young but trust me when I tell you that I want something serious. I've dated and I've been let down and I don't want that anymore. I want something solid and I think that I can have that with you... Well if you want that too." 

"I do." He said, almost too quickly and you smiled at him "I'm ready for it all." 

"Good." You replied with a smile "Me too!" 

...

2 years later...

You weren't sure how you were going to explain this one. As you stared at the two positive pregnancy tests in your hand you could laugh at your situation. 

You and Frankie had dove head first into serious. Within two months of dating you had moved in with him and then a month after that you had discovered you were pregnant with your now one-year-old daughter. He had taken to fatherhood amazingly and he was her favourite, as much as you hated to admit it. Now here you were, pregnant again. 

Now you had always wanted to have more than one kid. You just hoped you'd have a decent age gap between the two of them. Yet here you were... 4 - 5 weeks along with another surprise baby. You just hoped that Frankie would be happy about it. 

Two hours later, Frankie walked through the front door and beamed at the screaming welcome Alicia gave him. 

"Well hello to you, Princesa." He gushed as he pulled her into his arms and placed a loving kiss on her cheek. 

You walked in as she scrunched her face and giggled, grinning at the interaction between them. You made your way over to him and gave him a soft kiss only to roll your eyes when Alicia slapped her hand on your lips in an attempt to part you. 

"No te pongas celosa, niña." (Don’t get jealous, baby girl) He warned and she grinned at him "How was your day baby?" He asked as he followed you into the kitchen and placed Alicia in her highchair. 

"Eventful." You replied, returning your cooking. 

"Makes two of us." He chuckled as he peered over your shoulder to see what you were making "New recipe?" He asked and you nodded. 

"Mhmm." You replied, eyeing the recipe book "Take a look." You said motioning to the book "It sounded nice." 

You watched him from the corner of your eye as he made his way over to the counter where the book sat, opening it to the page and his eyes growing wide. He didn't say anything for a few tense moments and you felt your stomach twist a little with nerves. 

"Baby." He said finally and you turned to face him, noting the test in your hand "Are you..." He trailed off as he studied it a little closer before his eyes finally drifted up to you "Are we pregnant?" 

"Mhmm." You said, chewing your bottom lip as you awaited his reaction. 

You didn't have to wait long. 

He dropped the test on the counter and was on you in three long strides. Kissing you hard as he let out a choked sob. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and placed a hand on your stomach, grinning like a crazy man as he stroked it with his thumb. 

"So you're okay with this?" You asked and he laughed. 

"I am more than okay with it Hermosa." He sobbed as he pulled his head back to look at you "I am the happiest man alive right now." 

...

This pregnancy came with different stresses. The further along you got, the more worried Frank became about supporting his growing family. He started to take extra shifts and odd jobs, the money helping get you all ready for daughter number two but as time went on he started to struggle. 

So he turned to extreme measures to keep him going. 

Two months before your daughter was due he was grounded. You'd been shocked to learn that he'd been taking coke to keep him going. You weren't sure how to react. On the one hand, you knew he'd just been trying to provide for you all but on the other... He's chosen to coke in order to do that. You had learned from the Millers that it hadn't been the first time Frankie had turned to the white powder. After leaving the forces he'd struggled to reintegrate into society and had chosen to numb that pain with coke. This had been hard to swallow. You had thought you knew all there was to know about the man you loved but it turned out you didn't know him as well as you thought. 

He had pleaded with you to give him another chance. Begged you not to give up on him and despite your mind telling to that it was a bad idea you stuck with him and he made it his mission to be better. He went to AA meetings and cut the cocaine out of his life cold Turkey. Then on the 1st of July... Mia was born. 

She had him wrapped around his little finger from the moment he first saw her and as you'd laid there in that hospital bed, your newborn suckling at your breast he made a vow.

He would never break your trust again. 

He would break that promise two months later. 

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