#i feel like it's a cash grab maybe it always has been i DON'T know. but I'm just.

[euclydya]

so like are the people behind garten of banban taking the games seriously anymore. genuine question

[topguncortez]

“oh, sweetheart- come here.” And "They're lying to you." If I can have two? If not either one will be fine with Jake please x

Your legs felt like cement bricks had been tied to them as you trudged up the steps to your house. You weren't sure what possessed you to work back to back closing shifts at the Hard Deck, but at the time, the influx of cash sounded great. But your tired feet and aching back were disagreeing with you.

There was only one light on in the house as you pushed the front door open. Your heart melted in your chest at the sight of your boyfriend Jake, and your little boy Cash, curled up together on the couch, and what looked liked the ending credits to Cars on the TV. But, as quickly as the warmth filled your heart, it was replaced by anger.

Biting your cheek, you walked over to the couch, and gently placed your hand on Jake's shoulder. He startled awake, looking up at you with bleary tired eyes, his arm around Cash tightening for a moment, before he realized it was just you.

"You're home?" His voice was thick with sleep. You nodded your head and Jake looked down at the sleeping boy next to him, "Shit. I meant to put him in his bed, but he just looked so comfortable here and I-"

"It's alright," You whispered, "You weren't even supposed to keep him overnight."

"I don't mind," Jake said.

"Yeah, but I do," You huffed and reached down to grab your sleeping three year old child. Cash stirred as you lifted him into your arms, but laid his head back down on your shoulder as you rubbed his back. Jake turned off the TV, and grabbed Cash's Bluey blanket, following you up the stairs towards the little boy's room. Jake never intruded on bed time, letting you put your son to bed, and he would either wait in the living room, but he could feel the stress rolling off your body tonight.

Once you tucked Cash into bed and kissed him goodnight, you grabbed Jake's hand and lead him out to the back porch. You didn't like talking about Cash's father when he was within ear shot, even if the little boy was in bed. Jake sat down in one of the plastic backyard chairs as you began to pace, your hands shaking.

"He's such a. . . I saw him, at the fucking Hard Deck and when I asked if he was going to pick up Cash, he said yes, and then he just what? No shows?" You shook your head, anger cursing through your body.

Jake sucked in a breath, "Bradley texted me, but I assumed that he-"

"Bradley texted you?" You stopped pacing and turned towards him, "He texted you? But not me? The mother of his-" You cut yourself off, chuckling, "And he has the nerve to call me a bad mother for working nights at Hard Deck or the Hospital."

Jake clenched his jaw, "He's lying to you. You know that."

Tears clouded your vision as you looked up at the night sky. As much as you wanted to believe Jake's words, sometimes, you couldn't help but to believe what Bradley had said. He had said them in anger, after you had left a sick and sleeping Cash with Jake after you had struggled all day to get someone to cover your shift. But you couldn't help but wonder, if maybe, sometimes, you weren't being the best mom you could be.

"Oh sweetheart, c'mere," Jake stood up from his chair, and wrapped you up in a tight hug. You laid your cheek against his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath his skin, "You are a fantastic mom to Cash. Bradley is just being stupid. I don't mind taking care of Cash, I love taking care of him. If you need a babysitter, I'm always one call away, you know that."

You looked up at Jake and sniffled, "Thank you. I really appreciate you stepping up and being there for us."

"Momma raised a gentleman," Jake flashed you that thousand watt smile of his, making your heart flutter. You leaned your head back against his chest, and just let him hold you underneath the moonlight sky.

[petitelepus]

Could you write a Yandere Muichiro (Aged up) x Fem Reader, where she had escaped almost an entire year ago, changing her appearance completely and working a job where she cannot be recognized. But of course, she wouldn't run away forever, and Muichiro finds her, I wonder what would happen after the recapture.

Summary: You escaped from your captor Muichiro exactly one year ago. You crafted yourself a brand new life, but can you ever truly escape?

Warnings: YANDERE, STALKING, EMOTIONAL AND MENTAL MANIPULATION

A/N: Fem!Reader, Adult!Muichiro

It has been a year since that fateful night when Mucihiro, your friend, your lover, your captor, and your stalker had forgotten to lock the door to your room that worked as your prison. You had gotten a chance to escape and you greedily took it.

That night you drew out all your money from your bank accounts and left town with the first train, making sure to use cash so Muichiro wouldn't have been able to track your card's transaction.

You weren't an expert, but you had seen enough movies to know what to do and what to avoid to keep yourself from being caught.

You did everything in your might to avoid your former friend and protect yourself and the new life you had built around you.

You adopted a new name, cut your hair, dyed it, and changed your whole dressing style and even the way you spoke. You were ready to do anything to keep that man from finding you and locking you up ever again.

You were a humble office lady, working quietly in your own little space that you could decorate any way you liked… But to make sure that your interests weren't leaked to social media, you left your workplace as it was, plain and boring.

"Good job today!" Your co-worker smiled as he walked up to your spot.

"Thank you," You nodded, "Job well done, right?"

"Right!" He laughed, "Listen, we're going to go out to drink and wanted to invite you to join us?"

"I-!"

In your previous life, you would have happily taken a chance to let loose and talk with your friends and co-workers, but in this life, you were a loner with no real social life.

"I'm sorry, but I really have to finish this thing…" You shook your head, "Maybe next time?"

"Alright then," The man gave up and left. You watched after him as he joined his friends by the doorway and you sighed before turning to look at your computer again. It was already late and the sun was setting, it was time to go to your apartment.

Yes, it was an apartment, not a home. Home was where the heart was and yours wasn't there. You weren't sure where it was… Maybe it got left behind when you escaped or fell off somewhere along the ride.

Either way, you packed your things and left the office. The walk back home was quiet, except for people walking and talking around you. You blended into the crowd like a ninja, but you didn't feel anywhere near that cool.

You made it to your little apartment complex, took an elevator to your floor, and let yourself into your apartment with the keys. You flicked the lights on as you closed the door and you sighed, leaning against the door and slumping down until you sat on the floor.

Even your apartment was empty, save for the bland couch, bed, TV, and computer. You didn't have the strength or energy to care… But these days made you miss your real home, your friends and your old job.

Hell, you almost missed Muich-!

No! That man locked you into his home and didn't let you go! He claimed that he loved you…

"But who locks up their loved one…" You muttered quietly by yourself…

"A man who knows best."

Your eyes widened and your flight or fight instincts flared as you registered the familiar voice that you thought you had forgotten long ago.

You turned and saw him, Muichiro standing at the corner of your room, looking at you. How you didn't notice him until now? He was always light on his feet, silent as a cat.

"Hello, dear-!" He was greeting you when you grabbed your umbrella from the floor next to you and pointed it at him, "S- Stay away!"

"Dear-!"

"Don't call me that!" You scrambled back until your back hit the wall. You grounded your teeth together, "You don't get to call me that!"

"Please, calm down," The young man smiled, "Put that umbrella down so we can talk."

"H- How did you find me!?" You totally ignored his plead and he sighed, "You were always a stubborn one."

"Answer the damn question!"

"Well… To start with, did you really think you could escape from me?" Muichiro smiled, "The only reason you got this far is because I allowed you to."

"T- That's not true-!"

"I'm always one step ahead of you." He said as he bolted and you yelped, raising your umbrella but as you were about to hit him, he caught the thing easily and threw it across the room, leaving you helpless before him.

"Please don't be afraid," He smiled as he offered his hand to you, "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Y- You aren't…?" You asked, your body tense with fear, but he just smiled sweetly at you, "Have I ever raised my hand against you?"

He had not… But he had messed with your head before so you couldn't let your guard down around him.

"Please, let's talk." He said as he moved his hand towards you, but you smacked it away and got up on your own.

"Say what you want and then get the fuck out…!" You hissed and the young man nodded, "Alright. I came to bring you back home."

"I knew it!" You pointed at him accusingly, "Forget it, I'm not coming back!"

"Why?" He seemed honestly confused like he had forgotten that he had locked you into your room and never let you out without him by your side, holding your hand as if it was a sweet gesture but you knew better.

"Why!?" You frowned, "Did you forget what you did to me!?"

"I took care of you and kept you safe?"

"Being locked inside didn't keep me safe but miserable!"

"I see…" Muichiro nodded thoughtfully, "I can see the point in your view. But how has your life been without me?"

"Bette-!" You were saying when you froze, dread creeping up from behind you and stilling you. You felt anxious as you thought back at the last year of your life and it made your heart ache in your chest.

Muichiro saw your reaction and nodded, "I always knew where you were… I've been watching you for quite some time already."

"Y- You knew?" You were shocked, "You knew where I was all this time?"

He nodded, "Yes."

"Wh- why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you wait this long…?"

"I just gave you a taste of how dull your life would be without me in it." Muichiro tilted his head as he looked at you, "You are miserable, aren't you?"

"I- I-!" You couldn't reply, not when you knew that he was right and you hated more than anything admitting to him that he was right, as usual.

"Is life really worth living if you have to be someone you are not?" He asked and anger flared inside you, "It's better than being your prisoner!"

"You were never my prisoner," Muichiro shook his head, "You're an indoor cat, not an outdoor cat. You were safe inside."

"I'm not a cat!" You cried out in frustration, "And you just can't treat me like one!"

"But aren't you tired of living this way?" He sounded genuinely confused, "Running, hiding, and denying yourself from being you?"

"I don't…!" You swallowed, feeling yourself grow desperate, "It's all your fault!"

"I love you, I always have and always will. So I've come to you with a proposition."

"W- what is it?"

"If you come back kindly and peacefully, I will make sure that you can live your life to the fullest with me by your side."

"I'm..!" You swallowed nervously again, trying to find reasons to refuse, "I'm not the person I was back then…!"

"I have changed also," He smiled, "For example, I didn't like how that man spoke so familiarly with you, but did I hurt him? No, I let him go because I know you only have a spot in your heart for me."

"Y- you saw that?" You were truly horrified, but the young man didn't seem to mind it, "As I said, I've been watching you and I've seen how miserable you have been."

"I'm…" You frowned as you felt the heartache in your chest as if a cold hand was squeezing your heart. It left you nearly breathless as you tried to calm yourself down, but you just grew more and more anxious.

"I knew it," Muichiro nodded, "So I've come to you with a proposition."

"Wh- what is it?" You looked at him uncertainly as you frowned, and he smiled so gently you almost forgot how sinister he could actually be when he wanted to, "I love you and never want to be separated from you ever again… And therefore, I'm ready to put this all behind us so we can start anew."

"W- Wha-!?" You were so shocked you felt it in your bones.

"Marry me." He said and he sounded so genuine as he knelt before you and grasped your hand, "Marry me and come back with me and I promise, you can be yourself and we can be together and love each other unconditionally."

"B- But, I-!" You stuttered, your mind feeling like it had been shuffled and your feelings were all over the place. Your mind was a mess and you couldn't tell if you Muichiro was being genuine and if you were actually in danger or not.

That was one of his traits you hated, making you question your own feelings and such…

"I love you." He said as he gently kissed your hand, "Give me a chance and I'll show you truly how much I care for you."

"I…" You swallowed as you succumbed to your feelings, "I love you too."

"That's all I wanted to hear," The man smiled as he got up and pulled a gorgeous diamond ring from his pocket and slipped it onto your left ring finger, making you briefly wonder how he knew your exact ring size?

"Now…" He kissed your forehead, "Let's head back home."

[aviradasa]

Drunk Dancin

Elliott (Sdv) X reader

(art from Pinterest)

This was so fun to write I hope you all enjoy! I got kinda lazy towards the end Sorry it's been awhile sense I've had inspo so this might be bad. Also I didn't proof read this shit🤣🖤

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It had been a rough day on the farm, the crops were dying due to the change in season, the animals were grumpy even though they had plenty to eat and space to wander, And then to top it off the mines nearly killed me, and now I grumpily stumble to the stardrop saloon.

It's a busy night for the tiny bar. Friday nights are always like that, groups and sad lonely souls gather there to drink, sing, and stumble out sometime past midnight every Friday without fail.

As I make my way inside I see it's still relatively quiet. I walk up to the bar nodding my head to Pam who sits at her usual corner.

“Hey kid you're looking rough, what happened this time?” she asks, turning her head to me with a slight chuckle as she takes a sip of her beer. I look at her with a sigh as I slump over the bar lazily grabbing my drink and sliding it closer to me. “Oh, you know the same old shit. Crops are assholes, and my animals and the creatures in the mines want me dead.” I say lifting my cup to my lips and downing half of my drink before lowering my glass. “It’s been fun,” I say giving her a sarcastic smile.

“Jesus kid you outta slow down there wont be any good tomorrow if you're sloshed,” she says with a grin. I look at her with a raised eyebrow before I can respond. She laughs. “I’m just kidding, the best cure for a shitty day is a drink. If I had any extra cash I would buy you one outta pity but well I'm kinda runnin’ a little short for my tab as is so.. Don’t tell Gus,” she tells me with a wink, I let out a little chuckle. “ Your secrets are safe with me,” I tell her before downing the rest of my drink and calling Gus over for another, which he gladly sells me before I get up from the bar and wander to a table neatly nested in the corner. I sit down and after a few minutes, I see my good friend Leah wander into the saloon collecting her drink from the bar. She wandered to the table next to me. “ well hey their Y/n what are you up to tonight.”She asks as she pulls out her seat to sit down.

I look up at her with a grin holding up my drink. “Girl I’m drinking in hopes I don't wake up tomorrow sober!” I tell her as we both laugh. “ Jeez Y/n what the hell did you do now, don't you tell me you passed out in those mines again!” she jokes with a grin on her face as she takes a sip of her beer.

“Hey now I didn't pass out, but I got too damn close to those rock crabs are the devil.'' I shake my head as I chuckle. “ They keep sneaking up on me and by the time I see one of those things there are 3 more behind me.” I say Leah just laughs “Sounds like you need to buy some armor or something if you gonna keep going down there-” she starts to say before a new voice unintentionally cuts her off.

“Good evening Leah,y/n how are you both tonight?” the person says, looking towards the voice we see Elliott. I was starting to wonder where he was normally earlier. “ hey El where were you? You're a bit later than usual.” I ask the redhead. He just chuckles and takes a seat in between the two tables. “Well, you know how I was having a dry spell of inspiration? Well, I don't know What hit me but today I was able to get 3 chapters done in my novel! I was so caught up in it that I didn't even realize the whole day had run away from me. I feel so alive at the moment!” he tells us excitedly. For the past week, Elliott has been talking about how he had no clue what to write in this book of his, it was kind of sad to see him so upset, but now he's happy and inspired again! Don't get me wrong is amazing, I'm happy for him and even happier that he's so much more enthusiastic and optimistic now, but I just wish he was like this 3 days ago. Because now his joy is feeling a bit suffocating. Or maybe that's just because of my shitty day.

Even so, I sit there and listen to him excitedly explaining some plot twist he wanted to add to a future chapter.

As he speaks I can't help but tune into the music playing from the jukebox. It's decently loud but not enough to give you a headache and the songs playing are mostly from the 70’s and 80's. I guess Gus has decent musical taste! Who knew?

About an hour has passed and our little trio has had our fair share of drinks. We sit there joking around for a little longer before Leah thinks it might be a good idea to pull Elliott and me up to dance. “Leah I don’t know how fuckin to dance??” I slur as she pulls me up. She groans “Come on don't be lame let all just dance! I bet you can do it! Elliott, don't you think they can do it too??” she asks him. Elliott being a little less than drunk more on the tipsy side just laughs.

“ You know I think they can! Go on, go dance, you can do it,” he says, giving me a slight push. Without thinking I grab onto his hand and spin around to face him. “You know what! I’ll go if you come with us.”

Telling him to come with us was the worst thing to say ever.

Cause he was an amazing dancer with a couple of drinks under his belt. And he looked divine doing it. His red suit jacket had been long forgotten on the back of his chair, his long red hair was put up messily in a bun and he was dancing like he should have been on a stage.

He swayed and spun, stumbled once or twice, and laughed with us when we pointed it out to him. It was a beautiful thing to witness, but he didn't take my focus away completely, as Leah and I had been spinning around together, jumping up and down bobbing our heads to the beat as we stumbled and laughed.

As we dance my head starts to spin, dizziness overcoming every aspect of my mind and vision almost knocking me down. But as I stumble, a hand grabs my wrist from behind and spins me around full circle. As I nearly fall forward the person's other hand finds its way to my waist pulling me towards them, my back hits their chest and I hear a laugh. “I can see you've been having fun, you should be more careful, you just never know who you'll stumble into.”

Recognizing the voice, a dopey grin creeps onto my face as I turn my head to look at the culprit.

And just as I guessed it was Elliott standing behind me with an oddly placed smirk on his face. Seeing him sobers me up a little bit in the best way possible.

“ Well now you're the one who grabbed me, I could have stumbled my way into anyone I like. you just happened to be quick about it.” I said with a giggle as I spun around one more to the beat of the song playing. Now facing him as we move around the dancefloor.

“Yes, well. Ah, what can I say i can't think of a good excuse at the moment. I’ve wanted to dance with you for quite some time, And when I saw you had wandered out of Leah's grasp well. I suppose you can call me somewhat of an opportunist.” he says as we both let out a laugh

“ Well, I can’t say I'm complaining that you took that opportunity.” I wink “Nothing against Leah she's quite a good dancer.”

“Better than me?” Elliott says with a joking tone. “Definitely,” I responded with a grin. He places a dramatic hand on his chest as he tries to flip his hair forgetting it's put up at the moment “I’m hurt, I thought I was better than that.” he jokes. A small chuckle escapes me at the gesture before the night goes on and blurs together, not in the sense that I don't remember more like that of a watercolor painting when the colors bleed into one another as we had dancing in a wave of color that turns into something else entirely.

The door of the saloon swung open as we exited, we were one of the last few folks leaving. Leah had left about an hour prior leaving us to our fun, not without saying goodbye first. Waving goodnight to Gus, me and Elliott make our way to the town square. Stopping I turn to him with a tired look “Are you sure you wanna walk me home? It's getting pretty late.'' I asked him. It's not like the walk to the farm is long but for him to walk all the way there and then to the beach is quite the trek even with shortcuts it can take quite a while. “Of course. I'm not gonna let you walk home alone at this hour. It wouldn't be right, especially after the drinks you had earlier.” he tells me with a grin i gaze at him skeptically. Looking him up and down.

Even after the long night he looks surprisingly put together in a semi-messy way, his hair is still put up in that messy bun from earlier but now some more strands are pulled out some of them sticking to his face after the night of dancing, his white dress shirt was wrinkled now and his red coat was lazily thrown over his shoulder. Even so, his posture was still surprisingly straight though he was very slightly hunched over but it was kinda hard to notice. After a few moments, I shrugged my shoulders “Well if you insist.”I told him.

“Oh, I insist” he smiles, turning to the side he offers me his arm. I laugh a bit and take it “Trying to pull the gentlemen card tonight Elliott?” I joke as we make our way past the little garden turning the corner to make our descent down the pathway that leads to my farm. “ I don't need to pull a card. It's just who I am,” he says, his voice a bit smoother than before. Making a little heat rise to my face. I thank the dark shadows of the night for shielding the small details from his view. Damn, that silver tongue of his. I think to myself before I remember to respond “Whatever you say El.” I chuckle looking straight ahead of us. The air is cool as we walk but not uncomfortable in the slightest. It is more of a calming breeze that floats past us picking up the smell of some of the freshly bloomed spring flowers with a slight smell of rain from the previous day. I feel as though I could never tire of the night air, And to admit walking with the man that's haunted my dreams each night just adds that little bit more to it that makes it hard for me to remember that it's real.

“Well, here we are.” I hear Elliott mumble pulling me out of my thoughts. I didn’t even realize we had walked up the steps to my front porch. “ thank you so much, Elliott.'' I smile warmly at him as I release his arm from my hold. “ It was really sweet of you to walk me home tonight. And also thank you for the fun night you and Leah provided me with.” I told him.

“It's always a pleasure, and I would do it again any time any place,” he responds with a nod. a small grin gracing his features. A few moments pass before he decides to speak once more

“ Well I suppose it's getting quite late and I wouldn't want to keep you up too late so I guess I'll be going now,” he says hesitantly. I bow my head with a smile before opening my door a small bit of confidence overcoming me as I get i silly idea

“ Well, it's not that late, how about you come inside for a moment and grab some tea before you go?”

“ that. Would be lovely. As long as you don't mind.” he says taking a step inside my home.

“ I don't mind, I offered,” I responded with a laugh closing the door behind us as I went to heat the kettle. It was a small offer but it was a night neither of us would forget for a long time.

[madamnerd]

I've deleted my Epilogue to my thoughts on Tears of the Kingdom post, basically because after a while, I realized that I don't quite feel that way at all, and was really only going off of what people said, so here's how I honestly feel about TotK. Spoilers ahead, so don't read if you haven't played it.

TotK is a fun game to play, and I enjoy playing it, but I have two major problems with it:

1. The game's mechanics and Zonai devices give the player unlimited freedom to the point of absolute ridiculousness. It's fun to play with, sure, but honestly I can't take it seriously as a Zelda game at all. It just looks too goofy... What I feel like they should have done is kept the concept of the Zonai as the Ancient Warrior Tribe of Faron (not bloody Ancient Aliens that practically replaced the Gods/Hylia, that was ridiculous) and made them magic users, while still keeping the Sheikah Tech from BotW... Sheikah Magitech combined with Ancient Warrior Zonai Magic... Now THAT would've been awesome!

2. The Story was shit. I'm sorry, but it just wasn't good at all... Not to mention that it makes a huge plot hole with Zelda becoming the Light Dragon for 10,000 years just so she could restore the Master Sword and return it to Link, like ??? Where was that in BotW then?

The total disregard for BotW that TotK has in general pisses me off so badly... I wanted a true sequel to Breath of the Wild, not a remake of it wiping out everything important before. Why is there still no Triforce? What the hell were these Secret Stones? Zelda doesn't need retconning like this (imo, it doesn't need it at all). Keep to the original driving force of the series, the Triforce. It's what's always been the center of the Zelda Universe.

... Maybe I'm just getting older and more set in my ways... I know that many of you out there love the game, and I'm happy for you, I am, and as I've said before, I like playing it too, it's fun to ding around with, but to me it just isn't Zelda. I know alot of older fans were really confused and let down by TotK. It was supposed to be huge, and, again imo, wound up being one of the biggest cash grabs Nintendo's put out there...

Hopefully Nintendo will learn from this mistake and combine some of the new elements with the older formula (cooking, multiple outfits, outfit dyeing, horse customization, multiple horses, ect.).

Feel free to comment and reblog. You think I'm wrong or an idiot? Go for it, tell me why. You agree with me or want to tell me something else? Go for it, tell me why. I welcome all opinions. Thank-you for your time in reading this.

[xhoess]

Midnight desire

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Yunho x fem bod! Stripper

Summary: mingi tells yunho to get some action in his life and tries different things with him, such as going to parties. But when it comes to Mingi bringing him to a stripclub he meets the most gorgeous (and sexy) girl he's ever seen in his life.

Genre: romance, mature content

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: sex, alcohol

(Story under the cut!)

"Yunho come on we need to leave now" mingi says to him while waiting by the door "yeah yeah, I'm comming" yungho sighs, he put his shoes on and followed Mingi to the car.

Mingi and yunho live together in an apparent, they both don't have a relationship and figured it would be cheaper to live together than to buy separate houses. But lately Mingi is getting annoying by the fact that yunho doesn't even try to get laid, so now he is dragging him to every party he gets invited to.

"Y'know, it won't be so bad to think with your dick once in a while yunho, I know Gina is coming to the party and I also know you have been eye-fucking her since the day you met her" mingi rants "mingi come on, will you just shut up for once. I am not fucking your sister it's gross!" He said, raising his voice. "Eyy, if I'm not grossed out by it you shouldn't either, I just don't want your dick to not like work anymore man, I swear it's gonna die of boredom if y-" He was cut short by yunho getting out of the car and slamming it shut. But little did mingi know that he was right.

The party just started and you can already smell the sweat and alcohol from the people actively dancing to the music. Mingi spots his target for the night and walks towards her, leaving yunho alone like always.

"Yunho hi!" He spins around and sees Gina waving at him, he could not believe how good she looked tonight, maybe Mingi was right.

"Hey Gina, how are you doing?" He asks, they continue to talk and during the time they were talking yunho got quite drunk, swallowing another shot after another. He did not miss the way Gina was lookin' at his adam's apple everytime he swallowed the liquid.

As the night went on Gina and yunho started to dance against each other, by that it means Gina is basically grinding up against yunho his crotch, yunho really needs to hold himself from chasing the friction when Gina stepped away. "Gin, why did you move" He whines "you aren't here with your head yun, I'm not gonna fuck someone if they are drunk" when Gina wants to move away further yunho grabs her arm "please, please Gina I really need It right now" she just shakes her head and leaves.

That was the end of another failed night, "sorry man, I really thought she was into you" mingi says with a apologetic smile, but it ain't really helping that he has a girl around his shoulder, ready to take her home with him "sure mingi, it's okay" yunho is kind of jealous of how easy mingi can get girls to fuck him, even without the use of alcohol. .

The car ride home was silent and when they arrived at the apartment yunho says goodnight to mingi and his female friend and calls it a night. Putting in his earplugs for the noise that is about to come out of the other room.

The next day when yunho wakes up the girl is already gone, mingi is sitting on the couch watching some anime. "Yu, I have a great plan for tonight!" Mingi says excitedly "no mingi not again, I'm not gonna be embarrassed again" "no I promise, it's a place all the girls will love you!!" Yunho looks at mingi with a unbelievable expression on his face "sure mingi, where is it? In the sky next to the unicorns and rainbows?" Mingi rolls his eyes "stupid ass, you just need to give them some money and they are gonna love you, we are going to midnight desire"

Yunho stops his tracks "the stripclub? Mingi don't you think that's a little much, it feels like you are more desperate than me" "nooo, come on man it will be fun, just make sure you are ready to go at 6 pm with some cash in your pockets" and with that mingi walks out of the door, probably going to the A.T.M to get some cash.

The evening hits and yunho and mingi are walking to the club, it's in the city and they live a 15 minute walk away from it. Yunho did think of it to go there a few times earlier but didn't want to seem so desperate, but now mingi said so it was technically not his plan to go there. After a little while mingi points at the neon red sign above the door.

The entrance looks pretty crappy, but once you're inside it's like heaven. The red velvet carpet, women in tight lingerie that is barely covering anything walking around and trying to seduce as many men as they can. Which is quite easy.

Mingi tells yunho to take a seat In the downstairs area, he chose the seat directly in front of the stage with the dancing pole. A woman walks up to him, a gorgeous young woman with white lingerie. Yunho being the man he is get exited. He looks at you, truly at you and not your body. His ears begin to turn red and he flashes you a smile.

"Hi cutie, what's your name?" You aks him sweetly while settling on his lap, "y-yunho?" You giggle "why are you saying it like its a question yuyu" his heart races at the nickname. He had never seen such a perfect girl in his life. "Haha, well just caught off guard by this pretty lady sitting on my lap, what's your name?" He asked sweetly.

"Its Cherry" "is that your real name?" You shake your head "no, but can't tell you my real name sweetheart, company policy. But oh well, I got to go again. have Keep the other customers busy too" you say with a wink. From that 2 minute conversation you already know you have him wrapped around your finger. Just need to extra sway your hips and he'll call you right back over again.

"Wait Cherry!" You smirk, and ofcourse you were right "yes yunho?" God the way his name rolls of your tongue makes his eyes roll back. "Do you give lap dances?" "I do, why? are you interested?" You say whilst touching up is arm. "I am" "okay then follow me yuyu"

He most definitely follows you to the private room, taking a seat in the chair. "Do I need to explain the rules?" You ask sweetly "yes please, I do not want to step on your boundaries ofcourse" "the rules aren't that much, just no touching without permission and touching means squeezing my boobs, grabbing my ass but not pushing your fingers in me. That is not allowed at al. Which is a shame" you say while looking at his slim and long fingers resting on the sides of the chair "and ofcourse no fucking and this will only go on one song. However you can call me whatever you want" yunho nods, "are you comfortable with me touching you baby?" His voice is low, much lower than when you talked to him in the other room. You lean forward, whispering in his ear "just for you I am" and that sure made his dick twitch in his pants.

You start the song and settle on his lap, slightly starting to move your hips In a steady pace. yunho immediately groans and throws his head back "keep going baby, your doing so good"

After a good 30 seconds later yunho's hands get a hold of your waist. His eyes looking at how pretty his hands wrap around your body, at this point to really start to get into it. You slowly drop to your knees and look up at him. In a swift motion you turn around and slowly stand up again, putting your ass as far out as you can. You settle on his lap again and grab his hands, while holding eye contact you put them on your breasts "you don't have to be so shy yuyu" you say "mhmm, I do baby. I have to hold back so hard I just want to kiss so bad" "I never said you couldn't kiss me"

His hands keep playing with your breasts and he starts kissing your neck, you lean your head to the side to give him more excess. You feel his dick growing harder and harder against your panties and you realize this isn't even a Lap dance anymore. It's just a very touchy make out session. Yunho starts to bite your sensitive skin, as much as you absolutely love it you have to pull away "sorry handsome, you can't mark me, I need to get back on the workfloor soon and if they see you marked Me they will all want to do that" yunho groans at your statement. He kind of forgot that you were doing this for your job. "Y'know you can just come over to my place later, I won't tell your boss" He says while still kissing and licking your neck and other areas.

"Oh?, and what would we do there then" "don't play dumb baby, I know you know it" you giggle "no, I think you need to explain it to me" yunho pulls back and looks you in the eye "i would fucking eat you out till you're ready to be fucked, and I will need to stretch you out baby. Cuz I'm big" and that was is for you, your panties are definitely wetter then with any other client. "Mhmm sure you are, I think I can handle it" you say, pushing yourself down more so now you are directly sitting on his dick. He suddenly grabs your hips with a tight grip and starts to move you to feel the friction. "If you don't tell me to stop, I will fucking have you take me in this chair"

You stay silent.

"That's what I thought" he picks you up and sets you roughly in the chair. He pulls your panties of and smirks at what he sees "mmh so I wasn't the only one enjoying myself, already so wet for me" He puts his hands on your tighs to spread them further apart, your pussy clenches because of the sudden cold air hitting it when Yunho pulls your panties down. "Yunho please, just start already" He loves seeing you desperate, "tell me your name first" he says "seriously, my name? That's what matters now?" "Yes, what else should I say out loud when your bouncing on my dick" "my God, it's y/n" you say.

Not even a second later he dives in, he's sucking on your sensitive bud, "yun- omg" you take his hair in your hand and push him closes to you. "Mhmm, you taste so sweet y/n" the vibrations of his voice make you want to come at this moment, "yunho stop talking or I swear I am gonna cum on your face" "who says I don't want that" "I don't want that, I want those damn fingers in me first"

He looks up at you and brings his index and middle finger to your lips, "make them wet for me then" you gladly obey and suck on his finger to make them nice and wet, a little later he pulls them out and there comes a little pop sound out of your mouth.

"Are you sure?" He asked, you nod and that's all the confirmation he needs. He enters you and immediately hits the right spot, once he feels you are stretched out enough he begins to quicken his pace, seeing his finger go in and out of you makes his erection painfully hard. "Yunho please" "please what baby? You need to explain" "please go faster, I'm so close" and he obeys. The steady pace pulls you over the line, cumming all over his hand and lower arm. "YU- Oh GO-" yunho quickly puts his hand over your mouth to prevent you from speaking "y/n baby you need to speak quietly, otherwise your coworkers will hear us" you just nod because yunho kept his hand on your mouth.

"Need to get you ready too, sit down" you demand, yunho gladly obeys and you pull his pants and underwear down, his cock springs free and it is indeed very big, he did not lie. You spit on your hand and grab the base of his cock, slowly starting to move up and down. He groans and throws his head back, bucking his hips up to chase the feeling when you remove your hand. You take the tip of his cock in your mouth and start to swril your tongue around it. Yunho grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes you down unexpectedly, making you choke on his member. The vibrations of it make yunho go insane "If you keep going like this baby I will cum in your mouth in no time" and with that you start to quicken your pace and bob your head up and down. The tip of yunho's dick constantly hitting the back of your throat, you hum at the feeling and not long later yunho his seed shoot out of him, directly into your throat. He pulls out but refuses to spill Any of his cum out of you mouth.

He grabs you chin and makes you look at him "swallow it all" and you do. In one big gulp all of his cum is swallowed and the sight of that makes yunho hard again.

"Get up baby" He says, gently gripping your sides and putting you on his lap, positioned right on his semi hard dick. He feels your liquids dripping over his cock. He kisses you on the mouth for the first time, you can still faintly taste yourself when he starts to use his tongue.

"Are you ready?" He asks against your lips "i don't have a condom" He quickly adds, "that's okay, I'm on birth control and plus raw is always better" the last part you whispered in his ear.

He did not need to hear more, he gently pushes his large cock into your entrance. You whine at the stretch. After a while he is finally all the way in and you feel like you are gonna get ripped apart. He is whispering sweet words to make you forget the painful stretch and it's working. Yunho looked down to your belly and he could see the outline of the tip of his cock. He runs his hand over it and can't believe how much he loves it. "God baby your so tiny I can see my fucking dick poking out of you" He groans.

After admiring you he finally starts to move, bucking his hips slowly at first. You take a grip of yunho's shoulders, trying your best to keep quiet "baby you can bite my shoulder, to keep quiet" He says, its like he reads your mind. You bite the erea where his neck and shoulder meet, you must look like a fucking vampire rn but you don't care one bit, especially because yunho loves it. He moaned right when you put your teeth in him.

He quickens his pace, the sound of the wet skin slapping against each other fills the room. You bite harder at the feeling. Not long later the white liquid of yunho drips out of your pussy. And it absolutely looked beautifully.

When you came back to your senses a few moments later you realized that this 'lap dance' took more than 45 minutes. You quickly put your panties back on "yunho as much as I absolutely loved this I need to get back! My boss is gonna kill me!" "Oh yes ofcourse, uh, can I have your number maybe?" You gave him your card "next time I'm gonna take my time with you" you say and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Leaving the room right after that.

Yunho quickly put his shirt and other clothes back on and walked out of the room. He sees mingi at the bar, chatting with the bartender. At the exact same spot as yunho saw him last. "Hey can I have a beer please" yunho asked, sitting next to mingi.

"Yoo man, you were gone long how many dances did you pay for man. Not gonna blame you Cherry is hot" yunho pulled the colar of his shirt down to reveal the marks you had left there with a smirk. "No way, you actually got laid. War is over finally" "shut up man, at least I scored a number tonight, you've been chatting with the bartender all night long" mingi laughed "who said I didn't get a number"

The bartender came back with the beer for yunho "here you go, and mingi my shift is over but call me yeah?" He said with a wink. "No way." Yunho said unbelievably.

After a few minutes yunho finished his beer and they stood up, ready to go. He quickly spotted you and you shoot him one last wink before turning around to a other costumer.

"God she's perfect"

This was my first time writing something like this, I know this ain't the shit bur practice makes perfect and please give me tips if you don't like this!! Xx R

[sp00kymulderr]

💭 ''stay tonight.'' with Dieter Bravo please!! <3

Dieter Bravo x gn!reader

No major warnings, just soft and only a little sad.

725 words, completely unedited so apologies for errors

Dusk has settled with a reassuring stillness; orange light fading against the edge of the world and pitching a blanket of beginning darkness over everything.

It has always been comforting to Dieter. The night, those peaceful hours between dusk and dawn where he doesn't have to be seen and known by anyone but who he has chosen. Day time is exhausting; constant and full of demands, orders - be there, don't do that. It's tiring.

Often when he can Dieter will skip the days all together. Sleep through them and slip straight in to the comfort of the evening. When he can, of course he's rarely allowed.

Today had been one of those days. At the studio for 10, bright lights shining straight in to his tired eyes, recording ADR for the hokey rom-com he'd been signed up on with barely any say; "It's a good look" said the publicist, "It'll draw attention away from...everything else" said the agent.

Recording the lines was easy. That kind of work was too easy. He missed films that had real meat, real grit. He missed roles that felt like more than a cash grab. He missed Hunger Strike and the plays off Broadway. Dieter wasn't made for the world of Hollywood like these new actors were.

He sighs and rubs at his face, brushing off the mask he'd put on for the day as the sun leaves the sky finally. Time to be him now; not the Dieter Bravo for the public but the Dieter beneath the costumes and hair and makeup.

Extraordinary fuck up but with no need to be ashamed of it.

A ping sounds from somewhere in the bundled sheets on his bed and Dieter turns away from the window, eager to find his phone only because he knows it'll be you. His skin tingles with the knowing.

You let yourself in, like always. Dieter is grumbling and kneeling on the floor peering under the bed when you get to his room. He mutters something like 'don't need the fucking thing' as you sit on the floor beside him and rub a reassuring hand up his back.

"Lost your phone again?" You ask, squeezing his shoulder gently.

He turns to look at you, blinks twice, and then smiles bright. Like he's only just registered it's you. You grin back at him.

"I had it, earlier when I was... It's here somewhere" He mutters with soft annoyance. His knees click when he stands up to peer at the bed again. You hum and rest your head against his left leg, and run your hand from the back of his knee and up his thigh. His pyjama pants are soft against your skin. It sort of feels like being home.

"We'll find it" you assure, and he looks down to you with that same sweet smile. You tug lightly on his pants "You need it tonight?"

Prompted, Dieter sits back down on the floor next to you.

"No. Not tonight, right? You're staying tonight?" He asks.

He's beautiful like this - the twilight night makes him glow. Or maybe it's you. His eyes are brighter than they were last time you saw him, when he was running lines for an audition he had no real interest in.

You really should go home tonight. You end up late to work when you stay here. You always let him make you pop tarts and bad coffee in the mornings, and then he distracts you in the shower.

"Stay tonight" Dieter whispers, leaning against you and ghosting the words against your forehead before he presses the sweetest kiss there.

He's relaxed in the here and now; the safety of his home, no audience, no spectators but those he chooses. The safety of you, who knows him for who he is and doesn't ask him to be someone else, to try something else.

"Ok" You smile, and kiss him then. His lips are pillowy and gentle. If you're being really honest with yourself they're better than anyone else's. You should tell him sometime, you think.

"Just to help find my phone in the morning?" He asks quietly. It's a joke, but something in the tone reminds you that Dieter doesn't know why anyone would want to stay. It breaks your heart a little.

You should tell him, sometime

"Yeah, just that"

[iwoulddothingstothisman]

For the First Time I Feel

"Dude, you're fucked," Sam said right after Dean asked which fabric softener he thought Cas would like better.

"Shut the fuck up." Dean snapped back and put back the vanilla one, settling on petrichor and cinnamon.

"I don't even know if he has the same sense of smell the people do."

"I'm pretty sure he does, mainly because he said I smelt like grease the other day, he didn't even hug me!" Dean exclaimed.

"Oh no, the horror. I'm sure that means he doesn't love you anymore."

"Piss off."

Dean stalked away from Sam, leaving him in the laundry aisle. He had planned on leaving the store after that until he saw the baking aisle. How long had it been since he baked himself a pie instead of getting shitty store bought or half cold pie from dodgy service stations. With a sharp turn he went down the aisle until he found the pre-made pie shells, because he loves pie but not enough to make the shell from scratch. Next was the produce aisle, he grabbed a half dozen green apples, then a sheet of puff pastry followed by travel sized packs of cinnamon, vanilla essence and brown sugar.

Eventually Sam found him while he was lined up at the checkout waiting to cash out with a shopping basket that was 20 bucks dearer than planned. Sam simply raised an eyebrow when he saw the contents of the basket.

"What, I figured it was time I made a pie myself again. It always tastes better when you make it ya'self." Dean defended.

"If you say so." Sam agreed with a sceptical frown.

Dean was cursing up a storm in the shitty motel kitchen, he forgot to buy flour so the pastry was sticking to everything, the motel peeler was as sharp as a marble, eventually it got to the point where he asked (pleaded) for Sam to peel the last three apples for him then the shell didn't want to unstick from the plastic it was wrapped in which Dean eventually cut off. The only thing that seemed to be going right was making the syrup-eques mixture he had simmering away in a pot that was half full with water, brown sugar, cinnamon and vanilla that he was going to soften the apples in once he finally got them cut up then pour it all in the pie shell. (Please know this isn't a recipe this is just how I would assume it's done and am appropriating my apple crumble skills, if someone wants to try this please let me know how it goes.) Once he finally got the pastry strips crossed over the pie and then got the bastard in the oven he had decided he was never doing this again.

"I'm tellin' ya, Sammy, if I ever say I want to do this again I want you to laugh at me."

He set the oven timer for 45 minutes, then cleaned the mess he'd made of the kitchen and went for his shower, in an attempt to get the everything off him.

By the time he had finished and was walking out, his towel draped over his head, covering his still wet hair, the pie was done and Cas and Sam were sitting at the table chatting about art history of all things.

"Good god, I'm gone for 20 minutes and you two join the geek squad," Dean teased while glancing over to the stove top where the pie was resting.

"Says the guy that can recite Return of the Jedi right along with Mark Hamill," Sam said, rocking back in his chair.

"Shut up." He mumbled while shuffling over to press a kiss to the crown of Cas' head before checking out the pie.

"It went off just before you came out." Sam said.

Dean grabbed three plates and forks and a shitty knife from around the kitchen before cutting three slices of pie and passing one each to Sam and Cas before sitting down on the opposite side of the table.

Sam muttered his thanks before digging in and Dean was halfway through the slice when Cas spoke up.

"Dean… you do realise I don't need to eat, nor can I taste most things." He said squinting at Dean.

"I know." Dean barely looked up from his plate before replying.

"Then why did you give me some?"

"Because it would've felt weird just getting some for Sammy and I, plus maybe you might be able to taste this." Dean gave him a small smile and a shrug. This apparently was enough convincing for Cas because he dug in right after.

At first Cas couldn't taste anything, just feel the weight of the pie in his mouth and as it travelled do his throat. After another two bites however something changed. Some little part of his brain told him it was sweet. He didn't know how he knew that, he just did.

"I- I can taste it." He said in equal parts shock and delight.

"Wait seriously?" Dean perked up.

"Yes, it's sweet, right?" Cas asked.

"Yeah, it is." Dean said with a massive grin while walking over to stand next to Cas. He hesitated for a second before engulfing him in a tight hug.

All Sam could do was watch his brother's dumb boyfriend hold onto his dumber brother, he knew that things would go wrong and the happiness wouldn't last but while it did he was content to watch them relish in it. 

Is this heinously late? Yes.

Do I care? Not really.

I am going to be finishing this, it's probably just gonna take a while.

[royalwildswriting]

↳ bucky barnes x reader → ❝first glance❞

summary: bucky is a regular at the coffee shop you work at and you find yourself enamored with the mysterious man. as you get to know him you realize he has secrets he’s not ready to reveal but that doesn’t mean others won’t. word count: 5.3k+  tags/warnings: fluff, angst, strangers to lovers a/n: this is a fic from my ao3, i decided to repost it here to start out this blog. if i'm being honest i don't remember what happens in this story lol

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sequel sweet dreams

At first glance, James Buchanan Barnes was a normal man. An extremely handsome man but a normal man. That’s what you thought the first time he came into the coffee shop you worked at. You saw a lot of people come through every day but he always stood out to you. He was tall and handsome but he had a look in his brown eyes that pulled you in. It was almost sad, something about him said to stay away but that only pulled you in more.

It was understandably frowned upon to flirt with customers, not that you were the type to flirt with someone in the first place. Even if you did show interest in him you doubted he would return it. So you continued through life normally but you found it was hard to shake the thought of him.

Daydreams of the handsome man that stopped by every morning at the same time and ordered the same black coffee every day were a common occurrence. It was nice to imagine him asking for your number or him offering to walk you home because it was dark out after your shift. If you were feeling really dramatic you could imagine him pulling you out of the street just in time to avoid a car. You sighed as you finished making a customer's coffee. This wasn’t a movie, he wasn’t some Avenger that was going to save you from a perilous scene.

Glancing at the clock you saw it was about time for him to show up. Ten minutes passed and there was no sign of him. An hour later you found yourself worried. You internally sighed at yourself, you knew it wasn’t healthy to worry about a stranger so much. Maybe he was on vacation. Maybe he just didn’t want coffee today. Maybe he was hurt. You shook your head. Just focus on getting done with this shift.

“Welcome.” You at the chime of the bell on the door without looking to see who had walked in. Looking up from cleaning the counter you were surprised to see just the man you had been worried about. Even with the counter between you and him, the height difference felt big. “Oh, you’re late.” You said without thinking. He raised an eyebrow.

“Accidentally slept in.” He explained. “You keep track of all your customers.”

“I’m sorry.” You stuttered out your face warming up. “Just the regulars I guess.” You said sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. It wasn’t exactly a lie, you did notice when other regulars missed a day but not usually when they were an hour late.

“You don’t have to apologize.” He said. “Perks of small coffee shops.”

You smiled at him nervously. This was the most you had ever talked to him. It was hard to miss how tied he looked, the bags under his eyes. Maybe he should have slept in more.

“Black coffee?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He replied handing the cash over.

A few moments later you had his coffee in hand but a thought popped into your head. You grabbed one of the fresh blueberry muffins. Moving back to the counter you handed him his drink before handing him the blueberry muffin. You watched as he raised his eyes at the sight of the pastry.

“You look like you could use it.” You said. “Unless you don’t like blueberries, I can grab something else-”

“I like blueberries.” He said cutting off your nervous rambling. “Thank you, I appreciate it.” He said with a smile that made your heart flutter. For just a moment you saw a warmth in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. “My name’s Bucky, by the way.”

“Bucky. Nice to meet you.” You said before giving him your name.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t think about that encounter for longer than necessary. I mean how could you get someone like that out of your head. Especially his smile, it was the first time you had ever seen him smile.

The next day you had off of work. You were more than excited to spend the day doing whatever you wanted. Your day was planned out, you had some errands to run but you also were going to stop by your favorite book store and a few other fun things. Your day was going nicely but the last thing you expected was to run into Bucky.

He was easy to spot even in the crowded street. For a moment you panicked, should you say hello or keep walking? Your nervous inner dialogue was interrupted by the look on his face. He looked lost, almost out of it.

Before you could overthink it you walked up to him and touched his arm.

“Bucky?” You questioned. “Are you okay?”

Bucky looked down at you, eyes wide. For a moment it looked like he was taking in his surroundings, almost in a frantic manner.

“I’m sorry.” He said, he sounded stressed out. “I got lost in thought.”

“Don’t apologize. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You said.

“I’m fine, thank you.” He said. “Not used to seeing you without an apron.” He joked.

“With how much I work I’m not used to seeing myself without an apron.” You laughed. This was your shot, you weren’t working, you were having a nice conversation with him so far. “I was just about to get lunch around the corner, if you wanted to join me?” You offered. Mentally you high-fived yourself for saying that like a normal person and not some kind of stalker.

“Yeah, I was actually about to ask you if you were free for lunch.” He said. Wow, not only did he agree but he had been thinking the same thing. Maybe you weren’t the most hopeless person when it came to the dating scene. At least not today.

If you thought asking was nerve-wracking sitting across the table from him was even worse. Somehow every topic evaded you as you pretended to read the menu intently.

“Do you come here often?” He asked.

“Not a lot but I do like to come here after running some errands, it’s like a reward for being responsible on my day off instead of laying in bed and playing video games or reading.” You explained, Bucky smiled.

“What do you usually get?” He asked.

“The sandwiches are really good.” You said. “I like the turkey pesto sandwich and you can get a salad or soup with it. I’ve never had anything I didn’t like here.”

You were thankful for the food-related conversation until you could come up with a normal question to ask him. The waitress came over to take your orders, you didn’t miss the way she eyed Bucky. You couldn’t blame her. You did the same thing at work. After she took both of your orders you moved to take a drink of your water but in your nerve-fueled clumsiness, you knocked your sunglasses that had been sitting on the table onto the ground.

“Oops, I’m sorry.” You said reaching for them but Bucky was quicker grabbing them and handing them back to you. His gloved hand brushes yours as he places them in the palm of your hand. “Thank you.”

It’s hard not to wonder why he always wears gloves, you can’t recall ever seeing him without them even on warm days. You aren’t the type to ask pressing questions, especially after barely knowing him. What if he had some skin problem? It would be rude to call him out or make him feel like he had to explain.

“Are you from New York originally?” He asked.

“No, I'm actually from California.” You explained. “I came here for school but then the blip happened. The school shut down, most of the professors were gone. My family was all gone, there was no point in going back home so I stayed here. I guess I lost my motivation to go to school after everything. Then since everyone’s been back I haven’t been able to face my family, five years I had no one. No one had hope,” You paused, it was hard reflecting on that time. “How am I supposed to be the same person my parents remembered me as?”

Bucky stared at you intently as you realized how deep things had gotten. His look wasn’t one of judgment or even awkwardness at the heavy subject, he looked at you like he understood.

“I’m sorry, I guess I haven’t really talked about it to anyone. That was a lot.” You said sheepishly.

“It’s okay, I understand.” He didn’t elaborate but you could feel he meant it. You wondered if he had disappeared with the blip or not but you didn’t want to pry.

Lunch went well, after the heavy subject things lightened up and you found yourself really enjoying his company. You were glad you had been brave enough to ask him.

“Could I get your number?” He asked as the two of you exited the cafe. You were surprised at how sheepish he had asked. He didn’t seem like the type who would be shy. No doubt he had a lot of women after him.

“Yeah, of course.” You said handing him your phone with the contact open. He typed his number in and handed it back. You send him a quick text to give him your number. “This was really nice.”

“I’d like to do this again sometime.” He said.

“I’d like that.” You smiled.

With a bit of bravery and chance, you had finally gotten to spend time with your coffee shop crush. The reality of it was now hitting you. He liked you enough to at least spend lunch with you and offer to do it again. Now your crush felt less like a daydream and more real.

Work was interesting, seeing Bucky had been the highlight of your shift before but now it was pretty much the consistent highlight of your day. Instead of just ordering your encounter with him usually entailed some talk about your day or what book you had read recently. It turned out Bucky was more than happy to take book recommendations which led to the two of you having a good conversation about whatever books he had read. It was nice to not only talk about something you enjoyed but to have something to bond over with your new friend.

Getting a text from Bucky was a common occurrence. Your conversations would linger through the day. You often teased him about how he texted like an old man. You promised to teach him how to text like a normal person one day. It wasn’t rare for you or him to talk about hanging out more but you had been taking a lot of shifts at work and Bucky had his own things going on even if he didn’t exactly give many details.

It was late, somehow your morning shift had turned into working an entire day at the coffee shop which you doubted was legal but you wouldn’t complain about getting some overtime. Closing was always a pain but you finally had finished. You had been complaining to Bucky over text all day about work.

Locking up the store you nearly screamed as you realized someone was standing behind you in the dark.

“I’m sorry,” The familiar voice of Bucky said. Realizing it was him you let out a breath.

“You almost scared me to death.” You said clutching your chest. “I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologized.

“It’s okay, I’m not used to closing.” You said. It surprised you just how dark it was around your workplace, evidently, the city couldn’t keep up on their streetlights. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just thought it’s dark out and I know it’s not always safe around here, I thought I could walk you home if you don’t mind.” He said.

It was hard to keep your heart from fluttering at his words. You didn’t think that men thought that way anymore, it seemed most guys these days thought more of what they could get out of a relationship than what they could do for someone else. Not that he was your boyfriend or anything.

“That’s really sweet, Bucky.” You said. “I’d love that.”

Bucky wasn’t wrong, it wasn’t the best place to be at night, and walking home in the dark always made you nervous. One of the reasons you preferred the morning shift. Tonight you didn’t have to worry about that thankfully.

The two of you walked along the sidewalk talking about different things. Bucky was an interesting person to talk to. He had a lot of personality but at the same time, it felt like he was holding back sometimes. Maybe not holding back but like there was a wall. You could understand. After the blip, it was hard to be yourself, more often than not you felt like a ghost of who you used to be. With Bucky, you could feel that person returning.

It was hard to resist the curiosity that burned in you sometimes. What was he holding back? Why did he wear gloves all the time? Why did he act so old-fashioned sometimes? You supposed there were most likely normal answers to all of those questions. He probably went through some trauma like most of the world if not all had recently. You were either blipped and came back to a different world or you had to survive losing the people you cared for the most. Like you thought before about the gloves he probably had a skin condition and him being old-fashioned could be he was raised by his grandparents.

In the back of your head, your head that was filled with too many mystery novels and fantasy stories, you wondered if it all added up to something else. A girl could dream. Growing up with your head in a book really left a lot to be desired when real-life showed you how plain it could be.

Granted you did live in a world where there were superheroes and villains who made half the population disappear. You doubted you would ever dip your toe into any of that excitement. It was probably for the better, you certainly didn’t have any powers and you didn’t think you were tough enough for any of that.

“Thank you for walking me home, Bucky.” You said stopping in front of your apartment building. “Seriously, that’s really thoughtful of you. It made my exhausting day a lot better.”

“Of course.” He said. “Before you go I wanted to ask if you wanted to get dinner tomorrow.”

“That sounds great, we can talk about that new book you got. You have to get to chapter five by tomorrow!” You told him.

“I’ll try and do that.” He smiled.

You headed into your apartment feeling a lot lighter than you had getting off of work.

Oblivious felt like a strong word to use for yourself, especially considering you thought you were quite observant but Bucky was a blindspot if you ever had one. In hindsight, you could see the signs, the slight sound of nervousness in his voice or maybe the way he leaned towards you ever so slightly. The clearest sign was the face he made when you agreed so casually. You had a long day in your defense.

When you opened your apartment door to Bucky standing there in a nice shirt and slacks with a bouquet of flowers it hit you like a train.

He asked you out on a date.

You stared at him blankly for a second. Could you play it off like you totally knew the whole time? Maybe but you were wearing jeans and a shirt and it felt hardly appropriate.

“I’m realizing that I may have misinterpreted things and I am underdressed.” You said. Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“You mean,” He paused for a moment. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” You said shamefully.

“If you don’t want to go we don’t have to, you can pretend this never happened.” He offered. Bless his heart.

“No, no!” You said shaking your hands. “I want to but can I change real quick?”

“Of course.” He said.

“Here, come inside.” You said pulling him into your apartment. “I’m so sorry, just a second.”

Maybe it was good you didn’t know or else you probably would have spent three hours trying to get ready. The pressure of trying to keep him from waiting too long was a good incentive to pick an outfit fast. You grabbed your go-to ‘nice occasion’ dress and threw it on. It wasn’t too dressy but it wasn’t overly casual. The rest of your look would just have to do.

“I’m sorry, I tried to hurry.” You said. Bucky stood from his place on the couch he had been sitting at.

“You look beautiful.” He said. His intense brown eyes bore into yours.

“You look really nice, a lot more prepared than me.” You laughed sheepishly.

“I’m sorry, I should have made it more clear. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a date.” He admitted.

“I can be a bit oblivious when it comes to these things, it’s not your fault.” You told him. “It’s been a long time for me too.”

For being absolutely mentally unprepared for a date it went well. Better than well. You loved being around Bucky, talking to him, laughing with him. There was something about his presence that made you feel safe. He was kind and caring, almost too good to be true.

That night was the beginning of something beautiful, you spent most of your free time with Bucky. Most nights he would hang out with you at your apartment and read together, talking about the books and eating dinner. It was peaceful. A part of you was shocked at how easily you fell into a comfortable routine with him. It was domestic but you liked it.

The two of you sat together on your couch as rain poured against the window. You leaned against Bucky as you flipped the page of your book. It had been a few weeks of dating now and you hadn’t yet kissed Bucky. You weren’t exactly sure what the timeline was with these things and he hadn’t made a move and you were nervous. The scene in your book had brought the subject up in your mind. The female lead had finally kissed her love interest, it was dramatic and passionate after a near-death experience. You weren’t expecting that for you and Bucky but you wondered when the right time was.

Tilting your head up you looked at Bucky as he looked at his book with focused eyes. You took in his strong handsome features.

“Can I help you, doll?” He said glancing at you.

“Just looking.” You said.

“Not much of a sight.” He joked.

“I’d disagree.” You smiled. This moment felt perfect, your head resting against his chest was comforting. A light blush dusted his cheeks.

Just like that, the moment was calm and warm and you felt it was the perfect time. You leaned up ever so slightly and he quickly caught on. His gloved hand moved to your cheek, guiding you softly to him as your lips brushed.

After a moment you pulled back taking a deep breath. His brown eyes were soft and warm. You turned, sitting up more so you could go in for another kiss. You grasped his left bicep for stability, as you did you felt him freeze. Instead of the soft give, you expected it was hard as a wall. You tried your best not to react and went in for the kiss.

Your mind raced to try to understand what you had felt. Did he have a prosthetic arm? Was that why he wore the gloves to cover it up? You were glad that you didn’t bring it up. If he was self-conscious about it you weren’t going to make him feel like he had to talk about it. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to know but you respected his privacy too much to be nosey.

Bucky went with your ignorance and you never questioned him. He would tell you when he was ready and you wouldn’t force it.

More time passed and while the questions you had were in the background of your mind you never pushed. You loved what you had with Bucky and you wouldn’t ruin it.

It was nice falling into the rhythm of life with Bucky. It was comfortable. The last thing you expected was for things to be shattered.

See you later ;)

You shook your head with a laugh at Bucky’s text. He was using emoticons which was a step up from nothing but he still texted like an old man and you wouldn’t stop teasing him until he did.

The two of you had a date planned later, you were looking forward to getting dressed up and going out with him. Your shift was almost over and then you were free.

This time you had planned out a whole look, you had even gotten a dress for the date. It was modern with a vintage inspiration. Taking your time to do your hair and makeup you were going to look good tonight.

Bucky had sent you the address but told you that it was a surprise. You could look up what the place was but you didn’t want to ruin it. It wasn’t far from your apartment so you decided to walk. The night was nice and you found yourself with a pep in your step on the way there.

It happened so fast. A car pulled up and two men hopped out. Before you could do anything they grabbed you and dragged you in. You struggled against them but a cloth was put over your face and everything faded to black.

Waking up you found yourself in a dark room. You felt sore, hands bound behind your back, and stuck to a chair.

“You’re probably confused.” A voice said. “Why would a nice girl like you end up in a situation like this. Maybe it’s just the wrong time, the wrong place. It’s not.”

“Who are you?” You asked, voice raw.

“That doesn’t matter. You should be asking who your boyfriend is.” He said. How did Bucky have anything to do with this.

A light flickered and a projection lit up the wall. Surveillance footage shown on the screen.

“You’re probably thinking you found a nice guy. No secrets, no skeletons in his closet but you haven’t.” He said.

The video continued to play, it was hard to make out what was happening. A man ran on the sidewalk, it looked like he was being chased. It was almost a blur the way the figure entered the scene. In all black, this man grabbed the other man by the throat and pinned him against the wall. The man struggled before going limp.

The screen cut to another scene, a hotel lobby, a man running, the same figure in black again with a gun. The man fleeing dropped dead as a shot rang out.

It kept going, people being killed by this man in black with long hair and a mask. You were confused, why was this being shown to you. Who was this man?

The next video was close, it looked more recent than the other ones. The camera was in a point of view perspective. The man in black approached, his left arm was made of shining metal. The man struggled with the assassin before he took a hit, the black mask falling off.

“No.” You breathed out. The assassin’s face was familiar to you, it was your boyfriend. It was Bucky.

“This man has killed countless people, killed my family.” He said. “I’m going to make him pay.”

“He wouldn’t, he’s not like that.” You said, tears burning in your eyes. Bucky wouldn’t, he was so kind. Your Bucky couldn’t do that. “He couldn’t.”

“He did.” The man said. “Should I play more, how much will it take to make you realize.”

“Please don’t.” You cried, your head hanging down. You couldn’t stand to see anymore. You couldn’t believe this.

“It doesn’t matter.” He said. “He’ll be here soon no doubt. I wouldn’t want you looking unscathed.”

The man approached you before hitting you across the face. The pain burning in your cheek tried to distract you from what you just found out. How could that be your Bucky? Another strike across the face.

“I can’t kill him but I can take away the one thing he cares about.” The man said.

“Please don’t kill me.”

“I’m not going to kill you, that would be too easy. No, the pain of the woman he cares about hating him for the monster he is is the best revenge I could ever have.”

It felt like forever, the man had hurt you no doubt leaving bruises and cuts all over you. You didn’t know if you could feel any worse both inside and out.

A loud crash brought you out of your miserable state. Your head felt dizzy from pain as you tried to look around. Noises continued until the door slammed open revealing Bucky. He caught sight of you and rushed to your side.

“Doll, are you okay?” He asked, his voice sounded so small and scared. Your blurry eyes tried to focus on him.

“Bucky.” You said. A part of you was relieved to see him, to have his strong hands on your arms. The comfort that washed over you was quickly replaced with the ice of remembering what you had learned. You were so tired mentally and physically all you could do was cry.

Bucky untied you, as he did the man who had planned this all entered.

“You must be thinking you did it, you saved the girl in time before something terrible happened.” He said. “But you’re too late. She knows who you really are now and nothing you can do will ever change that.”

Bucky’s eyes widened, quickly understanding what he was saying. He didn’t hesitate in taking the man down, handcuffing him, and leaving him on the ground. He returned to you, kneeling in front of you.

“Doll, I have a lot to explain if you’ll let me but I need to get you to a hospital first.” He said. You nodded weakly, too tired to do anything else. Bucky carefully gathered you in his arms, arms that had killed so many people. He walked the both of you out.

While your injuries were painful, they weren’t severe. You didn’t have a concussion or any permanent damage. You were bandaged up, prescribed some pain pills, and sent home.

Bucky took you home and you wondered what could possibly be explained about what you had learned. Had he been killing people all this time? Was that what he was doing when you weren’t with him. How could you be so blind?

Bucky helped you into your apartment and settled you on the chaise lounge part of your couch, fluffing the pillows around you before going to the kitchen. He returned with some toast, a glass of water, and your pain pills.

“I can explain everything now or you can get some sleep first. Or I can walk out that door and never come back if that’s what you want.” He said.

“I want to know. He showed me videos. It was you but I can’t believe it was you.” Tears started to well up in your eyes again.

“It is but it also isn’t.” He said sitting down carefully by you but not close as he usually would. “It’s a really long story and it’s going to sound unreal but I promise you it’s the truth.”

“Okay.” You said.

“I was born in 1917, I was best friends with Steve Rogers. When he became Captain America I worked side by side with him. When we were on a mission I fell from a train in the mountains to what people thought was my death. Hell, I thought it was my death until I woke up in a lab. I was turned into a super-soldier by Hydra and they brainwashed me into being an assassin. They froze me and every time they needed something done they brought me out to take care of it. I’ve killed a lot of people, good and bad. It wasn’t my choice but it was me.” He explained.

You stared at him blankly. Your boyfriend was one hundred and six years old and a former brainwashed assassin. That wasn’t what you were expecting. And he was friends with Captain America.

“So is Steve Roger’s really on the moon?” You asked. Bucky’s serious expression broke as he let out a loud laugh.

“I give you all that and that’s what you have to ask?” He laughed.

“Felt like the safest question.” You said.

“I was expecting something like, are you still brainwashed or why didn’t you tell me.” He said.

“That felt a bit rude.”

“I lied to you about my past and you’re worried about being rude.”

“You didn’t really lie, just didn’t tell me everything. I can understand why it’s a bit heavy for a first date.” You said. Bucky gave you a soft smile. “The way you avoided the Steve question makes me think he’s on the moon, to be honest.” Bucky laughed.

“He’s not on the moon,” Bucky answered. “How can you be so casual about this.”

“Well first of all I’m on pain meds, second I didn’t want to believe what he told me. What he showed me.” You said. “I couldn’t believe that was you but it wasn’t you. If you were brainwashed that wasn’t you.”

Bucky stared at you in disbelief.

“Just like that.” He said.

“I’m not saying that I don’t have any questions or I’m not still a bit shaken but Bucky, I love you. You’re an amazing man and it’s going to take more than that to scare me away.” You said.

“If that doesn’t do it then I think you might be unscarable.” He said. “I love you too, more than I thought was even possible.”

Bucky leaned in for a soft kiss, his gloved hand brushing against your cheek. You melted into the kiss. Once he leaned back you touched his left arm, hand sliding down to his hand.

“Can I?” You asked, touching the top of the glove. He nodded softly. You pulled the glove off to reveal the black metal arm. You reached to the top of his jacket for the zipper looking into his brown eyes for another ‘okay’. You zipped it down sliding it off. The arm was amazing, the gold detail was intricate. “It’s beautiful.” You said looking up at him. You slide your hand into his, intertwining your fingers with his.

Bucky couldn’t resist leaning in for another kiss overwhelmed with emotion for you.

“I love you so much.” He said against your lips.

“I love you too. All of you.” You said.

After the intimate moment, you found yourself overcome with drowsiness. Bucky noticed this and helped you to your bed, getting you comfortable.

“Please stay with me.” You asked.

“Okay.” He said sitting down on your bed. You leaned over pulling tugging at his arm.

“Can you hold me?” You asked.

“Oh.” He said. Getting into bed with you, you didn’t hesitate to curl up on his chest. He wrapped his arm around you pulling you close, resting his head against you.

“Thank you, for everything.” You said.

“I should be apologizing.” He said.

“It wasn’t the best of circumstances but I’m here with you and I feel even closer to you now. I see that as a win.” You explained.

“I love you.” He said again. “Sleep now, I’ll be right here. You’ll be safe with me.”

“My hero.” You said as you nuzzled into his chest.

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One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley)(Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 29

I don't really know what I have planned for today, or tomorrow, or the rest of the week for that matter. It's a weird time in the season where I'm just waiting for my stuff to grow so I can harvest them and sell them to make some good money. This farm business is going pretty swell. I've been making more money than I have ever made in my life. I truly think this was the best decision of my life.

I don't really want to be too pushy and clingy with Haley, so I'm trying to give her a little space for now. She might be already rethinking things, or regretting ever confessing her feelings to me, and I want to make sure she is still okay with this before I keep pushing forward.

That being said, I still have no idea what to do today. The rain is still going on and it's driving me nuts. As much as I like not watering the crops, I don't want to be soaked every time I go outside. I don't even have my hat to somewhat cover me up.

"Maybe Robin has some new furniture in today. I could really spruce this place up some more," I mutter to myself as I kick a dirty shirt on the floor that's in my way.

I hesitate for a moment, thinking if I really want to walk all that way for possibly nothing. I shake it off and grab my backpack and head off.

It's always a hike up the mountains, but the rain makes it worse. It mixes with the wind and gives me the worst chills. I hope I don't get sick from this.

I finally make it to the door of Robin's place and walk inside. She always keeps it unlocked due to her store being in her house. Oddly enough, Robin wasn't in her usual spot behind the cash register today.

"Hello?" I yell into the house, hoping for a response. Nothing.

It sounded like nobody was in the house at all for a moment until I heard thumping from the basement which is Sebastian's room. I descend down the stairs to the basement door. As I get closer to his room, I start to hear some heavy metal music blaring.

"Sebastian!?" I shout at the door. I pound my fist against it a few times for good measure too, but still nothing. I turn the knob of the door and burst into Sebastian's room.

"Wicked! Danny's here to party with us!" Sam cheers when he notices I have walked in. The music is excruciatingly loud now that I'm right beside the speaker.

I take in the scene unfolding in front of me. Abigail, Sebastian, Sam, and oddly Alex are all hanging out and partying. Sebastian and Abigail are at the two computers, and Alex and Sam are sitting at the huge table in front of me.

All eyes had turned to look at me after Sam had announced I was here. Sebastian got up from the computer and turned down the music.

"I mean why not?" I shrug as I sprawl out across the three person couch.

"Looking for my mom?" Sebastian knowingly asks. I come over pretty often to get things from her.

"Yeah this time for furniture. My house is looking pretty dull," I drape my arm over my face, shielding my eyes from the bright overhead light.

"Want something to drink?" Sam holds out a can of Joja Cola to me. He must be the one who somehow manages to get them in the Pelican Town waters. I fish them out CONSTANTLY.

"Sure. Toss it over," I raise my hand up in the air, ready to catch the can. He lobs it my way and I snag it out of mid air with one hand.

"Impressive," Alex gives me a nod of approval. "You should join a gridball team."

"And what if I told you 'been there done that'?" I give him a wink while cracking open my Joja Cola and taking a sip. It's true that I've once played on a gridball team. That was way back in high school though. I wasn't a fan of it.

"I should've guessed," He shakes his head in defeat. "You're so much better than I can ever be. How will I ever win back Haley now?" Alex dramatically cries out, throwing his arms into the air.

"Wait dude seriously?" Sam raises an eyebrow at Alex. Sam just gets an 'are you serious?' look from Alex in return.

"Sam, what did he JUST tell us?" Sebastian shakes his head trying to hold back a laugh. I see Abigail trying to hide her laughter by turning away and covering her mouth. Sam squints his eyes as he goes deep into thought.

"Aaaaand we've lost him," Abigail stops holding back her laughter and lets it out.

"Is anyone in this town straight?" I let out a chuckle, as I thought it over. We see Sam finally begin to clue into the previous conversation because he starts gesturing an 'oh yeah, that's right' motion with his finger at us.

"It really seems like it's the opposite doesn't it. Not only did you add to the queer population by 1... you somehow brought 2 more into play," Sebastian points out. I give a nonchalant shrug of the shoulder.

"Hey no! Me coming out had nothing to do with Haley or Danny. That happened by coincidence," Alex exclaims to Sebastian.

"Danny, do you want to hear our new song?!" Sam excitedly jumps out of his seat and runs to the speaker. I didn't even have time to respond to the question.

"He has been dying to show people our song. He brings it up in conversation as much as he can," Sebastian explains to me.

"Who's all in the band?"

"Sam, Abigail and I. We do all kinds of genres. We have a gig in the city soon. You should come. Maybe you could bring Haley and make it a date?" he wags his eyebrows at me.

"Speaking of. Has it been less than a week yet?" Alex chimes into our conversation.

"Oh screw you. You can't talk, Alex," I wave my hand at him and brush off his question with a blush.

"You didn't deny it..." Abigail purses her lips accusingly.

"Yoba, you guys have such dirty minds," I click my tongue and hide my blushing face.

"Yeah well I know how Haley works, unfortunately. That woman warms up fast," Alex leans his head back, recalling his time with Haley.

"Like I said before, I'm not going to rush her into anything. I'll let her make the first move and see from there," I fold my arms behind my head to use as a pillow.

"You'll cave," Abigail says, taking Alex's side. Sebastian also nods in agreement. Sam is busy in the corner playing air guitar and head banging to his own song.

"OH WHAT'S THAT? YOU'RE HOME ROBIN? I'LL BE RIGHT UP!" I pretend to yell to Sebastian's mom upstairs. I get up from the couch and stick my tongue at them all. I make sure to laugh a little bit so they know there are no hard feelings. Sam gives me a little wave goodbye after missing the entire conversation. What a bunch. 

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Unpopular Disney opinion: Disney has every right making remakes/reboots or sequels of beloved films.

For one, making movies that people will go see is literally their job as movie studios. And how do they make money? By making films they know people will go see. Remakes and sequels are safe options that get people in the theaters to go spend an hour and a half or longer feeling nostalgia as they enjoy the characters and stories they already know.

The movie industry has been suffering due to the introduction of streaming as less people are going to the theater and waiting till it goes to streaming, so these "cash grabs" from nostalgia ands continued stories allow disney to keep going for years to come. Even last night at D23, there was a mix of original content and sequels and remakes announced. And yeah, sometimes it's frustrating to see a franchise continuing on for years after you keep thinking they're done like Toy Story. But enjoy the nostalgia while they make a film targeted at a new generation. I for one am excited for a film that's targeted at the ipad kids, even if I don't know what the plot will be.

And for the worries they'll be woke? Disney has always been a little controversial. We just don't see it as much anymore in the old stuff because that stuff isn't controversial anymore. And oh hey, even if it is, it does NOTHING to take away from the original media you love. So there's no reason to worry that they'll "ruin" your beloved childhood film with a remake. They're separate pieces of media. They don't even have to be a shot for shot remake. In the case of Snow White, it's coming out almost 90 years after the original. It's going to be a different story as the people consuming it are different people. Society has changed since 1937.

Finally, cash grab or not, people need to stop being so pessimistic about these films. Stop hating on every square inch of a film before you even have a teaser. Films are meant to be enjoyed. Enjoy the nostalgia and storytelling and the magic. Remember what it was like to be a kid and try to experience that magic all over again. Whether you like remakes or not, that doesn't change the fact that artists put tons of work into these films and pull off some INCREDIBLE feats with these films. It's magical. And maybe after the movie comes out and you watch it, you don't like it. That's okay. But don't go in with the mindset that you'll absolutely hate it from the moment you find out they announced the movie.

Movies are supposed to be fun. It's okay to enjoy a new version of an old story. Let yourself embrace the magic. It's not worth the negativity. We've got enough of that in this world right now as it is.

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💗 Slow Kiss

The Fox Foundation Charity Galas were fun . . . the first two or three times April attended one. It had been a novelty then, getting to pick out a fancy dress to wear, guessing what sort of canapes would be served or who might be attendance.

It didn't take long though, for the novelty to wear off.

Sure, there's still the excitement of seeing some of the most pre-eminent surgeons in the country (and occasionally even the world) in attendance, but April rarely has the chance to pick their brains or talk to them about their latest achievements the way she would like to. Most of the evening is spent schmoozing the rich potential donors that the Foundation would like to make actual donors and they're very often more pompous than interesting. Not to mention poor dancers. Usually by the time the galas end, April's cheeks are aching with all the smiling, her throat's hoarse from talking up the foundation and her feet hurt from being in heels too long.

If getting those donations wasn't so crucial to the incredible work the Foundation was doing, she would skip them in favour of staying at home with a blanket and a good book. But they are crucial, and she can't leave Jackson to take it all on by himself. Unfortunately his face isn't enough to sway every donor, no matter how pretty it is.

She has, at least, managed to grab a few moments for herself tonight. The ballroom they've hired this year has several alcoves dotted along the walls that are very conveniently hidden from view by large, decorative potted plants and April's managed to slip into one so she can slip her shoes off for a few minutes. The cold marble of the floor is lovely against her warm, abused feet and she lets her head fall back against the wall and closes her eyes.

"If you think you're getting out of cozying up to Mrs Walker by hiding back here, you are wrong."

April jumps in surprise and opens her eyes to see Jackson watching her in amusement from the other side of plant.

"Shhh! Get back here or they'll see." Leaning out, she grabs his arm impatient and pulls him into the alcove with her. "I just needed a break, that's all."

"Really?" Jackson lifts an eyebrow. "So I don't have to remind you that I won the coin toss fair and square?"

They always toss a coin to see who will have to talk with Mrs Walker - a very wealthy old lady in her eighties who won't let anyone else get a word in edgewise and has an unfortunate case of bad breath to boot. Whoever goes to try and charm a little more cash out of her inevitably has to spend an hour listening to rambling on about how different the city is now to when she was a girl and an excruciatingly detailed report of her cat's health.

April pulls a face. "No, I will go and talk her. Just . . . not now."

Jackson laughs and looks around at her hiding spot. "I never realised you could even get back here. I just saw you disappear behind the plant. I thought maybe you'd found a hidden passage or something."

"I wish," she sighs, and he smiles softly at her and she knows he knows she's thinking about her childhood dream of being Nancy Drew (April can't wait until Harriet's old enough to start reading them). "But it's still fun. Makes me think of old movies or books where they're spying on people, or shady deals are happening. We could be getting up to anything back here."

"Anything?" Jackson repeats suggestively and April feels herself flushing.

"You know what I mean."

He just steps closer, so that he's leaning over her and she has to lean right back into the wall to look up at him; suddenly the alcove feels much smaller and warmer than it did a moment ago, but April can't say she minds, not when Jackson's eyes are darkening in that tell-tale way and trailing slowly down her body, making her heart race.

"Maybe, but I can think of much better things to do back here than spy on someone else." One of his hands comes up curl around the back of her neck, his thumb lightly stroking over her cheek. "Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?"

"No, I don't think so," April point-blank lies, because he told her she looked gorgeous before they even left home. She'd been very pleased; tonight's the first time she's worn this dress, a strapless number of dark green silk that's fitted to her hips and then falls in a loose skirt to the floor with a slit up to her knee. And she's been hoping that Jackson will enjoy taking it off her when they get home.

He grins and bends down closer, so his nose grazes hers and his lips are so close she can feel the warmth of his breath as he whispers, "You are very, very beautiful."

"You think so?"

She brings her hands up to his hips, finding the belt loops on his pants and using them to pull him even closer.

"I do."

He closes the space between their lips bit by bit, pulling back teasingly every time she pushes herself upwards to try and speed things along, chuckling when she actually makes a noise of frustation.

"So impatient," he murmurs, and then finally kisses her.

With the hand on her neck he tilts her head to find the deepest angle possible, moving his mouth against hers in one long, steady stroke. His tongue sweeps out over hers, sure and purposeful, and he captures her bottom lip his teeth, and it's a good thing April's already backed up against a wall because already her knees feel weak and she's completely breathless.

He kisses her like they're not hiding behind a plant at his Foundation's biggest event of the year, but like they're at home and he has all the time in the world to kiss her thoroughly, until her body's on fire and she's desperate to feel his skin against hers.

Maybe he does take all the time in the world; she's not sure how long he kisses her for before he finally pulls back, leaving her panting and just a little dizzy.

He looks out of breath himself, his pupils wide and his chest heaving as he looks down at her.

"How long do you think we can stay back here before they notice we're gone?" he asks.

"I don't know," April replies, "But I'm up for finding out if you are. If you don't mind me taking a little longer to get round to talking to Mrs Walker."

"She can wait," Jackson says decisively, and bends down to kiss her again.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Kalim, Azul: Silver Spoon, Golden Boy

Kalim my beloved sun spot... 🥺 Also, gotta love that classic Azul ass-kissing to the wealthy/j ashdaisdbasfiba I DON'T KNOW IF THIS WAS JUST ME, but I wonder if Kalim not knowing where the cash register was is a subtle nod to Princess Jasmine not knowing she had to pay for fruit (during that scene where she snuck out of the palace and into the bazaar)?? Maybe I'm overthinking it!

A Boy in Bloom, and his Blossoming Future.

"How do you spend your days off?"

"I dunno!" Kalim replied cheerily, not a care in the world. "I do lots of stuff, it depends on the day!

“I'll throw a banquet if there's something to celebrate or if there's someone that's feeling down. Sometimes I'll play with the animals—Scarabia has a whole menagerie—or I'll take magic carpet out for a ride! Sometimes I'll chill with Cater and Lilia, or see what Silver's up to in Diasomnia."

"My, my, you're quite sociable, Kalim-san," Azul crooned, simpering and sweet. "It's good to keep oneself busy, but it’s even more important to build and maintain relationships, wouldn’t you say? You manage to keep abreast of them both so effortlessly.”

“Aw, thanks a bunch!! I love hanging out with my friends! I’ve actually been trying to go out more lately instead of bringing people back to Scarabia. It makes Jamil upset with me when I bring over unannounced guests, so…”

“He said that?” Azul pretended to look taken aback. “How rude! I would certainly never do such a thing.”

“No, he didn’t say it. I can just tell. His face turns into this mask you can’t read, or he sighs and tells me off a little. But even if he’s not happy with me, Jamil always does what I ask. Always. For so many years.” Kalim’s smile dimmed, a slight sadness creeping onto his lips. “I don’t want to cause him more trouble than I already have.”

Azul frowned, his flattery faltering. Something genuine pushed out instead. “… Kalim-san. Your compassion for others truly is remarkable. Jamil-san may not voice his true thoughts, however… there is a part of him that notices your efforts and appreciates them.”

“You think so?” Hope welled in the birthday boy’s voice.

“Fufufu, of course. I’m a businessman—and if nothing, I know of people’s hearts.” Azul pushed his glasses up, the sunlight momentarily catching them in pure white. “Now then, please continue to be hat you were saying before. You’ve been going out more as of late?”

“Yeah!” He perked. “The other day, I went shopping with my dorm.”

“Shopping?”

“Shopping!!” Kalim affirmed with a nod. “Usually I’d have people do it for me, but getting to do it myself was like a whole new world! I want to try and be more independent, so I thought this would be a good first step.”

“Well… yes, it is. Baby steps, I suppose.” His interviewer quirked a brow. “And how did that trip go?”

Surely he couldn’t have run into any excessive issues. He was still accompanied by dorm members, so they should have kept him in check.

“It was so cool seeing the places that sell things! I thought that stores would be more like the bazaars back home, with everyone mostly selling one thing. The fruit vendor, the fish monger! Like that!

“It turns out that stores sell lots of stuff all in one place. I got excited seeing it all, I had to grab a little of everything!! Um... then I stood around!"

"... What for?"

"I didn't know where the cash register was!!" Kalim easily laughed it off. "But my dorm mates were nice enough to help me out! They showed me the way and helped bring over the stuff I wanted to buy.

"It was a lot of work hauling it all, so I got them thank-you gifts for the trouble! Then I saw something really amazing while we were checking out!!"

"Oh? And what might that be?"

"Carpet cleaner!"

"... I beg your pardon? Carpet cleaner?" It certainly wasn't the first thing Azul would have imagined to capture the eye of such a wealthy boy.

"Magic carpet wasn't able to make the trip into town with us. I thought he'd feel sad if he didn't get a souvenir... so I hope 50 boxes of carpet cleaner make it up to him!

"Magic carpet loves taking baths! I know cuz Jamil's let me take over scrubbing magic carpet down. His fabric gets all covered in bubbles and he gets all relaxed. It's like he's getting a good massage!"

Azul patiently listened—and internally, he boggled at the mental arithmetic. “A little of everything” plus a thank-you gift for every Scarabia student and last-minute carpet cleaner quickly added up to a monstrous sum. He had no doubt that Kalim had fumbled at the cash register, trying to pay for a simple transaction in several thousand thaumark bills.

That’s one part of Kalim-san that won’t be changing anytime soon: his generosity.

If the octopus was lucky, he, too, would be graced with a smidgen of it. But Azul did not think himself a betting man. Every ounce of energy dedicated to the day was to up those odds.

"I see now. I'm glad to hear that the trip went off without any hitches!" Azul gushed. "You've learned so many new things this year--and I know you'll only continue to grow from here on out! I'm most honored to be your peer.

"You're broadening your horizons with each passing day. You're not the same Kalim-san from winter break. No--even back during the cultural festival, I sensed something different in you."

"Gahahah! You remember that." His garnet eyes softened with both fondness and sadness. "VDC was so much fun! It was also the first time I realized... all my life, I've been given everything I've ever wanted. I never really earned it, did I? I got it just for existing."

From the moment he had been born, there had been a silver spoon in his mouth, and he was golden. The future bright, a guarantee for him. Never questioned, never challenged.

His heart quivered.

"I got used to it, and I expected it. I never thought about what would happen if things changed. Then Jamil was picked as a lead vocalist--and I was so happy for him, but also so frustrated with myself. I knew... I couldn't stand at the same level as him. We didn't shine the same.

"Things can never be like they were ever again. Not until I earn that spot for myself! Not until I can stand on my own two feet at shopping and washing carpets and singing! That's my goal: to make my future golden myself."

"Kalim-san..." Azul pursed his lips. A second later, he let his words go. "Are you aware of how diamonds are formed?"

"Hmm? No, why do you ask?"

"Simply put, diamonds are the result of common carbon deposits being exposed to considerable heat and pressure. It takes billions and billions of years to form a single gem... and even then, a diamond is not always perfect. They can be too small, too rough, any number of things which may make it undesirable to consumers--but a diamond is only a diamond because of all the time and energy spent to form it."

Azul smiled, lowering into a bow. "Kalim-san, you are still in the process of becoming a diamond yourself. When that day should finally arrive, you will be a splendid one."

“Azul!!”

His hat and glasses were almost knocked off from the impact of Kalim colliding with him. Arms wrapped around the merman and squeezed, the embrace like a single drop of sun unfurling into a great spotlight.

“Thanks for believing in me!" Kalim cried through watery eyes. "I promise… I promise I’ll make you guys proud!!”

Azul chuckled. "I'll prepare my standing ovation when the time comes. Any plans to enter VDC as well next year?"

"Maybe when my singing's up to snuff! I've gotta cram in lots of practice until then!"

"Ah, yes. Best of luck then--but do let me know if you are ever in need of any musical accompaniment! I play piano quite well if I do say so myself, and I would be more than happy to lend a helping hand to your efforts."

"Gee, thanks, Azul!! You're so kind! I don't know why Jamil tells me to watch out for you. We should totally jam out sometime."

"Fufufu, why indeed..." Azul glanced up, shading his eyes against the sun, and smirked. "Speaking of Jamil-san, we wouldn't want to keep him waiting. I'm sure he has prepared a grand feast in honor of your special day."

"Oh crap, you're right! I gotta get going!!" Kalim scrambled for his broom, handling it like a hot potato. When he had, at last, clumsily mounted it, he cast a look at his classmate. "See you at the party, Azul?"

"I will be there to support you."

"Cool, see you there!"

With only one hand clutching onto the handle, Kalim took off on his broom. Gold and blue sparkles trailed behind him, white petals spiraling in the vortex of magic.

Even he rose higher and higher, Kalim didn't hesitate to look down. Filled with adrenaline--that oh-so-familiar rush, an indescribable feeling--he excitedly waved farewell to his friend.

He was off to see unbelievable sights, to visit dazzling places he never knew, to learn more of them.

[fromtenthousandfeet]

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I get that, but I really don't care about numbers as some form of dick measuring contest. I'll try to explain:

I feel he deserves to get big numbers because that is what he'd inevitably get (what he's always gotten) if they didn't sabotage him. I don't want him to be given what Jungkook has, I just want them to stop messing with him, to stop hindering him from reaching his full potential. His artistry deserves to be known and loved by the world.

I just want the people who've always underestimated him and talked about him like the dirt under their shoe to be humbled. It drives me insane that the one member who's solely responsible for how Jimin is hated now and the current dynamic he has with his fandom, is getting the kind of success that has always rightfully always belonged to Jimin, through fraudulent means.

It drives me insane that the member who has always benefited the most from narratives constructed by the company and perpetuated by the fandom, narratives that have always been toxic for Jimin, is just getting what he wants out of life, having a smooth-sailing solo career.

Has Jimin not been mistreated enough in order for him to thrive all these years? From Jimin not being given vocal lessons compared to him being given absolutely everything, even being sent overseas to be trained to become a better dancer, to him being painted as this perfect, insanely talented artist while Jimin is made out to be flawed in every way.

There's always been a direct contrast to the kind of treatment both of them received, from the company and the members, to the fandom.

I'm honestly so tired of it all. It makes me resentful towards life. I don't understand how it can be so unfair. I really can't take this

Yes, it's insanely unfair. And I want everything for Jimin you want. So many of us do.

I prefer not to talk about shipping on my blog, but damn I hate the way that narrative hurts Jimin most of all. I mean, the things people say about Jimin are beyond shocking and cruel. How he survives it I don't know. And why Jungkook never tells his rabid fans to knock it off, I also don't know. He strikes me as a coward, but maybe it simply has to do with contractual limitations and obligations. BH has never done anything to discourage shipping (in any pairing), and why would they when it keeps up engagement? And now they're going for a full on cash grab with the travel show + merchandise.

You feel like you're going insane because you're being gaslit mostly by the company, but now by JJKs, too. It's been going on for years, but it used to be more subtle than it is now. That company has been gaslighting Jimin since day 1.

So, you have three choices:

Walk away from all things BTS/Jimin/HYBE. A clean break. This is a guaranteed cure to gaslighting.

Reconnect with your sanity by finding like-minded people who see through the madness and recognize reality. Tumblr is where it's at! Try to limit your exposure to the gaslighting as much as possible. Block JK-related words on X. I mute essentially anyone who mentions Jungkook.

Do nothing and continue to go crazy. Go insane to stay sane?!?

The music industry might just be the most unfair one on earth. Talent and hard work do not guarantee success. Record labels can and do sabotage artists on a regular basis. It's not just Jimin. I want to tell you that it's all going to work out, but I can't. I don't know. I hope it will. I think there are signs that Jimin will leave BH, but I don't want to get your or my hopes up too much.

Maybe have a shot glass full of bitters and tears? Just kidding! Dumbest name for a song ever.

[thequarterkid]

Teen!Michael Afton x fem!reader

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Y/N needed to pick up some groceries, their fridge and cabinets were running a little too low in her opinion. She went over to the closest corner store to get what she needed, although she had to walk because of her bike disappearing faster than a dad.

The walk wasn't too long but the heat of the sun did not help, but she was was relieved to feel the cool rush off air as soon as she went inside the store. It was like a very much welcomed hug, making her stand by the door a minute and take it in.

Y/N walked around the place, slowly scanning the selves for what she needed, the list in her head kept her focused. Eyes glued into the items, at few times she picked something and checked it off her mental list. She wanted to get a better look at the self so she backed up and bumped into the person behind her, she jumped when she did it and instantly whipped around to apologize.

The boy, Michael. He faced her wide eyed until he recognised her. "Bike girl!" He greeted her with a smile. "I didn't expect to see you so soon!" He held 3 packs of gum in his left hand and a soda in the other.

"Oh hey, uh, Michael!" She, forgot his name for a second which have her a mini heart attack. "Sorry for bumping into you." Y/N was really glad she didn't make Michael drop anything, it would have been so much worse. Also, 'bike girl'? What was with the nickname, did he forget her name as well?

"Nah, it's fine!" he waved his gum filled hand and dismissed it. "What are you buying? " Michael asked as the two started strolling down the small isles, Y/N 's gaze being on the shelves. Every step they took could be heard through the quietness of the corner store.

"I just need to pick up some groceries for dinner and what not, I'm hoping to cook up some soup- don't ask me what kind, I have no idea." She smiled as she talked and she was grateful that Michael was listening to her ramble. "I haven't made anything like that in a while so I hope it goes well." Y/N grabbed some cans off the shelf.

He had huffed out a laugh, "I'm sure it'll be fine, you're probably a great cook." His comment made Y/N shake her head, it was nice of Michael. He looked at her with a grin, showing off his rather white teeth. "I'm serious! You know, how about I come over for dinner, maybe help out a little, and taste test it for you! That way you'll know I'm right, like always."

She stopped walking and turned to look at him, although a smile was still plastered on her face. "Are you just trying to get free food out of me? Because if so.."

"What? No!" He laughed, "I'll carry your grocery bags all the way back to your house if you let me in for dinner, honest!" Michael had put the gum and drink he was buying onto the counter to be paid for. "Maybe just think of it as me saying sorry for almost smashing into your brother —because I am!" He felt the need to add on that last part.

Y/N signed sarcastically and rolled her eyes, she smirked as she dragged out the sentence, "I guess I'll have to let you." Y/N looked him directly in eyes, "I just couldn't let a poor soul like you starve!"

"Ha, ha." He responded to her sarcasm with a bit of his own, slamming the cash onto the counter. Never once did he stop looking at her, a single eyebrow raised.

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[allycat75]

What is bothering me about "Red One".

Terrible movies are about as common as the lies our former president spews from his cracked and diseased face, so why is this one so different? I think when you start looking at something, you start seeing things you can't unsee. Kind of like when Brad Pitt decides to make a movie about the two women who helped bring down Harvey Weinstein, even though Mr. Pitt not only knew for years what he did after confronting him in the early 90s for harassing his girlfriend, ran straight toward him to produce his movies even though his wife at the time was traumatized and requested he not do it. But that is a rant for another day.

Overall, this movie just doesn't seem warm and Christmas-y. I almost feel forced to participate and enjoy it.

The Rock is a flim flam man, as many are in Hollywood, but the fissures are starting to show in his "nice guy" image. He is vulnerable to his fragile male ego and can't admit a failure, which only makes it worse. He created a real life villian of himself with the whole Black Atom/DC controversy that is so convoluted, the only thing I know is that if a woman had attempted these hijinks she'd be branded a hysterical, compulsive liar who should not insert herself in matters that don't concern her.

The marketing for this movie has already started with a lie- that it has tested "through the roof". Just the irony of being dishonst about a Christmas movie- maybe because they know this is already a big steaming lump of coal.

Here, the Rock's describes this gem of a movie:

Or I can just watch any of those movies individually and get sick of Dwayne Johnson playing the same character over and over in every movie, and enjoy Harry Potter and It's a Wonderful Life on their own. Truthfully, is that meant to sound good? (He also referred to it as a "joy bomb", and like most things he says I can only believe about half of it).

You know what also doesn't sound warm and Chrismas-y? This:

The film has been described as "a globe-trotting, four-quadrant action-adventure comedy, imagining a whole new universe to explore within the holiday genre." If you're wondering, "four-quadrant" refers to the four major demographics Hollywood is always looking to win over — males, females, people under 25, and people over 25. And Amazon evidently feels "Red One" will appeal to all four quadrants.

Yeah, let me take my four-quadrant family on opening weekend! So welcoming.

Also, both leads are over paid and need a hit as they have had some major, I mean major, debacles to overcome. And it is not great being known as profit poison at a time when there is much more scrutiny of the bottom line. I can sense the desperation of this cash grab oozing off of them.

Interestingly, only a few years ago CE was named one of the best bang for your buck actors. Now he can barely get work and no longer has an audience (he alienated his fans and the general public either doesn't know him, doesn't care, or thinks he is hella creepy). But he has said he wants to quit and smoke pot all day, so maybe Hollywood will call his bluff this time. Besides, I doubt they were able to get the best performance out of him, considering his life was beginning its implosion while filming, even if he might not have known the full extent of the eventual destruction at the time. The mindset he displayed wasn't conducive to authenticity and Christmas-y-ness.

Ok, I know we all want original content, but maybe I should have been more specific and added that it needs to be sincere, too. I hear nothing sincere when someone tries to describe "Red One". It doesn't help that this is home grown from 7 Bucks, Dwayne Johnson's production company. They probably looked at the material in an echo chamber and lost perspective. And as we have seen, The Rock isn't know for his humble acceptance of criticism. The following official description sounds like a nerd wanting to show up all the popular kids who made fun of him in high school ("See, I wrote a Hollywood script that is now a movie. Bet you wish you went to the prom with we now, Courtney!"):

Red One is a fire-breathing Christmas action movie that completely reinvents the holiday genre. […] Red One is a really fun original action film for both Johnson and Evans, and it’s a world building piece of IP which lends itself to potential sequels set around different holidays

Boy someone thinks highly of themselves! Already on the make to ruin other holidays. I saw somewhere they claimed this could be a franchise comparable to the "Lord of the Rings". Whoa, Nelly. Pump the breaks on that male privlege. You are embarrassing yourself!

It's this need for empire building, I believe, is what will crush "Red One". This forced joy, what many of us feel at this time of year, has takes away the true spirit and fun of the holiday season.

Well, we know CE can ruin Valentine's Day, Halloween and Thanksgiving. Looks like he is well on his way to doing the same for Christmas.

This has about 7 more months to play out and maybe I am wrong, but right now it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth, like egg nog left out from last Christmas. So, I think the two leads better get their measurements in now for the suits they will be wearing at the 2025 Razzie Awards. Here are some ideas for their rapist-supporting stylist:

PS- And, by the way, what the fuck is with the name- "Red One"? Sounds like a horror film about an itchy rash that will destroy the world. The Rock is the only one that can save us, but decides there is too much division right now and isn't going to support the President, played by a sad, hollow Chris Evans.