#tonight the One night i really actually need Someone Else to talk out loud to while i work and there's No One available just my luck

[drabbleswithdragons]

hm worked myself into a panic attack (not hard right now) and now im very dissociated again trying not to catastrophize about my midterm tomorrow

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Leto! Joker x side chick! Reader ig…

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Barely proofread ts so i’m so sorry if u see errors

pt 2

Description: You work at one of Joker’s clubs and he starts to take an interest in you….

Every night there would be presents and money left on my small table in my small ass kitchen in this small ass apartment. 

It all started when I finally learned the real identity of my boss’s boss’s boss at the club I worked at. I really needed money desperately for my family who lived out of the country. I’m currently working on the papers so they can gain legal presence but until then I need to work hard and study hard. 

At the club I worked at, they paid me better than most places and I would be able to go to university in the daytime and work at night. 

The club was pretty high class, there were many high profile politicians who were VIPs. Given that they were even at a club, they were most if not all sleezebags who tried to hit on the staff to the point that I could file sexual harassment charges. But nevermind that. 

The club was so high class and full of VIPs that I didn’t expect it to be owned by the biggest crime lord in this city, the Joker. This whole city was corrupt in and out. Even if I tried to file those sexual harassment charges I would’ve been shut up instantly. 

When I saw this head of green hair and his pale deathly looking skin and his red lips that I couldn’t tell if it was lipstick or blood, I tried my best to not be noticed by him. 

Though he looked like a corpse he was extremely attractive. Maybe in another universe I would actually try to get at him. Well and if his fellow Clown Queen of Crime didn't exist. She frightens me even more than Joker. Well actually that’s a lie but as a girl I can say that we’re ruthless when it comes to boyfriends and husbands and such. Too blind and in too much love to use actual reason.

Harley’s beautiful though they genuinely look good together. 

I went over to Joker’s table where he was talking to (or more like taunting) his client to drop off the drinks. It seemed that everyone else already knew what his regular drink was and his client’s. 

I tried my best not to mess up or to not loudly drop the drinks because at this moment I could actually not stop my whole body from shaking. They continued talking about their deal without even looking at me. I kept a friendly smile on my face. 

I walked off a bit quickly because I was terrified. Yet I felt like someone was staring right at me. I quickly turned my head and all I could see in that moment was Joker with his usual devilishly grin looking straight at me. My blood ran cold. 

When I was out of his sight I closed my eyes and started to pray. 

‘Dear God, please forgive me for any sins I have committed for I do not want to die tonight. I have too much to live for so please don’t let me die. Thank you for everything you have blessed me with Lord, amen.’ 

I was crying internally. 

Literally was gonna kill myself right then and there. But I brought myself back to reality and back to work. 

Whenever I would come to work the Joker would be there with Harley. 

I literally think I’m going crazy because I think he keeps looking straight at me…. With his girlfriend/wife/partner in crime which was even worse. Yeah he was hot but cheating men are scum of the Earth. And Joker’s a mass murderer and other stuff. To be honest I kinda forgot I’ve been too busy with school to care about politics….

I finally got a shift off and a day off of school today. I’m just gonna sleep and lounge around and be fat. I got out of my bed to go get some more ice cream in my kitchen. 

It felt a bit unnerving when I was in the kitchen, like someone was watching me. I shook off the feeling because I had locks on every single window and door. The crime in my country is a bit bad so Gotham wasn’t that much different. 

As soon as I turned around to go back to my bedroom with my ice cream in hand…

“Boo!” 

“What the fuck?!” I screamed so loud that I dropped my bowl of ice cream and it shattered. 

“The look on your face doll… it’s so… funny!” The intruder was the Joker and he couldn’t and wouldn’t stop laughing at my reaction. 

“…” I just stood there in silence thinking about how that bowl was so expensive…

I didn’t want my floor to be sticky so I started picking up shards of the really expensive bowl. 

“Aww~ Are you.. mad doll~?” He teased me with his usual grin. 

“Not really, I’m just a little sad because this bowl was really expensive.” I sighed to myself. 

“If that’s it then here.” Joker tossed money at me. 

“Um… It’s okay I’ll just work for it back.” My mom always taught me that I shouldn’t accept money and that I should always offer to pay so I gave that money back to him. 

“Just take it Doll, think of it as my~ first~ gift~ to~ you~” he really emphasized on the last part like really. 

He got comfy and sat down on a table chair as I cleaned the floor from the sticky mess. 

That sounds a little wrong, I just mean my ice cream trust…

After cleaning it all, it occurred to me…

Why and how did the Joker get into my apartment…

My blood ran cold. I feel like I could turn into a reptile with how much my blood goes cold. 

“I liked seeing you at my club but I like seeing you in this shaggy apartment more.” He looked at me. 

“Um… how did you get in here?” I spoke quietly afraid I would somehow strike a nerve. 

“It was easy! I broke your window.” He spoke like he just finished climbing Mt. Everest. 

My mouth dropped to the floor. 

Like I tried to close it but it just wouldn't. 

“…” 

“What~? Cat got your tongue Doll?” He grinned. 

I’m actually going to kill myself. 

At this point I hope he pulls out the glock 19 and shoots me….

Wait but all my windows are barred up…

I looked into my living room and realized there was glass everywhere and the metal bar was stretched apart enough where it would fit the Joker perfectly. 

Calculating the cost in my head I actually started to cry. Tears ran down my face. 

I would be fine if I picked up a few extra shifts but I had to study more because finals were coming up. I’ll have to cut down on food and sleep…

The Joker awkwardly patted my back. 

“Here’s some more money Princess.” 

“I.. Cant accept it.” I said between sniffles and pushed his money back to him. 

He suddenly grabbed my head with both his hands and made me stare him in the eye. 

“Take. The. Money. Princess. Or else I’ll shove it down your throat.” His face was way too close to mine. 

“Thank you…” I tried my best to smile while he was still manhandling my head. 

He kissed me out of literally nowhere. 

My blood went cold again. 

I don’t want to be a mistress or some side bitch….

And Harley’s gonna kill me……

Yet it felt so good. 

[anonymous-dentist]

Or: In a world where everybody has a superpower, Roier doesn't seem to have one

For day five of @smallchaoscryptid's Spiderbit Week- Superheroes/Blood

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Cellbit's dreams are always dark. They start with him in his childhood bedroom, and then they move him down to the kitchen his parents died in, and then they end with him under the bridge. The sounds are muffled, but he can still understand what's being said, and it's always: "It's your fault."

Because it is.

He's had the same dreams since the night his parents died.

Every.

Goddamn.

Night.

But, well. He deserves it. The darkness surrounding the edges of his dream blurs out the unimportant details, like the face of the little girl who was sitting at the kitchen table when Cellbit's parents died, or the view outside of his bedroom window.

But the darkness hides something else- and this is a recent development, and he really doesn't understand it. Because, just out of view, is a figure in all black with eyes that glow white and claws that tear through Cellbit's dreams like they're paper.

He doesn't know who, or what, this thing is, but he does know a few things about it:

The creature destroys Cellbit's nightmares, sending his subconscious tumbling into a much happier dream- one that he can never remember when he wakes up

The creature tries to talk to him every time, but the fangs in its mouth are so large that it just can't

The creature seems to grow taller and stronger with every nightmare it destroys.

The creature is scared of Cellbit's husband

Now, yeah, sure, the creature can't talk, but Cellbit doesn't need to hear someone speak to know what they're afraid of. That's his superpower: fear. He can look at someone and hear what they're scared of, and he can make them scared, and it's horrible and he's a monster and he deserves to-

Cellbit gasps his way into full consciousness. He stares at the ceiling, chest heaving, brain loud and annoying and and and and-

"Gatinho?" Roier murmurs, curled up by Cellbit's side with his head pillowed on Cellbit's chest. He wraps an arm around Cellbit's middle and squirms closer, somehow, he's so clingy.

"Está bem," Cellbit breaths. "Just... just thinking."

"Well, don't," Roier grumbles. "Your brain is loud. Sleep, pendejo."

As if on command, Cellbit's eyelids droop. Roier always has this effect on him; he's just so comforting. He's a living, breathing weighted blanket, and Cellbit loves him so fucking much.

Soon enough, he's asleep again, and he's face-to-face with the creature again.

The creature tries to speak, but no noise comes out.

It flexes its claws as Dream Cellbit starts the walk downstairs to the kitchen.

The dream is shredded, and Cellbit finds himself face-to-face with-

-

Roier and Cellbit have been married for almost one whole entire wonderful year. He's known Roier for one and a half years, and he's been out of prison for two years.

Roier knows about the creature in Cellbit's dreams, even if Cellbit hasn't told him what his dreams actually are. Roier's been trying to come up with a name for it for months now, but Cellbit doesn't really know what to think of that considering the creature is literally invading his brain every night.

"It's kind of sweet, though, right?" Roier asks.

Cellbit wrinkles his nose and jabs his chopsticks down into his rice.

Dinner tonight is Chinese takeout because Roier's tired from work and Cellbit is tired from existing. It's good, but kind of bland. Since they changed ownership and ended up under the Federation of Heroes' official branding, the food has gone downhill. Yet another thing that Cucurucho has ruined, ugh.

"I mean, maybe?" Cellbit replies. "It's kind of freaky."

"I don't know, it kind of sounds cute."

Cellbit gives Roier a flat look; Roier just grins and steals some chicken from his plate.

"It's destroying my dreams," Cellbit says. "That doesn't sound 'cute' to me."

"Yeah, but doesn't it give you different dreams?" Roier asks. "I think it's trying to help."

"Yeah, or it's trying to kill me."

Roier's shoulders tighten. "Do you think so?"

It's always hard to pick up Roier's fears, but Cellbit can often just guess them even without using his powers. Like, he knows that Roier is just scared enough of bears to refuse to go camping anywhere without a cabin for him to stay him. He and Cellbit are both terrified of losing each other, and they're even more scared of losing their kids.

God, Cellbit is so stupid. He doesn't need to be worrying Roier with this, he already freaks out enough when Cellbit ends up caught in the middle of one of the Federation's hero fights due to his abysmally terrible luck.

His face falls. He places his chopsticks down and reaches across the table and takes Roier's hand in his.

"It'll be fine," he tells Roier. "If it tries to kill me, I'll just... wake up."

"If it tries to kill you, I'll kick its ass," Roier swears.

He squeezes Cellbit's hand once and offers a lackluster smile.

Cellbit's heart twists in his chest. Oh, Roier...

-

The night's dream starts as usual:

Cellbit opens his eyes to find himself in his childhood bedroom in his childhood body. There aren't any bloodstains on his clothes yet, though that'll change soon enough.

He tries looking out the window, but that isn't what he did that night, so anything beyond the window is covered by the darkness.

There's a growl, and then the creature forms in the shadows near Cellbit's bed. (There are always two beds in his room, but why?)

"What do you want?" Cellbit tries to ask, but that isn't what he did that night.

Instead, and in a squeaky childish voice, he groans and shouts, "This sucks! I can't figure it out!"

He's at his desk. In front of him are multiplication tables he's supposed to be doing for homework, and they're easy enough that Adult Cellbit could do them now, but that isn't what happened that night. So the problems look like random lines and squiggles, and Cellbit's chest hurts, and he can't breathe, and-

"I can't do this!" he shouts, jumping off of his chair and pulling his homework with him. "Mãe!"

He reaches his door, has his hand on the handle, and then... there's the creature by his side shredding the door into pieces with its claws.

Cellbit blinks, and he's an adult again, and he's in a different dream, and he turns to the side and he's face-to-face with-

-

Roier is one of the few people Cellbit has ever heard of that doesn't have a superpower. He seems happy enough without one, but... but Cellbit thinks that he's lying. He isn't angry that Roier is lying, though. No, he understands, because he himself lied about not having powers until they'd been dating for six months.

In the back of his mind, Cellbit has a few ideas of what Roier's secret superpower could be. The only one he says out loud is, "I know what your power is. You're super handsome!"

But, in order, it goes:

Extreme endurance (evidence: goes for long runs every morning and ends up back in bed sweating and tired by the time Cellbit wakes up)

Can always cook the perfect meal (evidence: he's just really good at cooking)

Comfort aura (evidence: Cellbit always feels happy and cozy and safe when Roier is around)

Super strength (evidence: he's really strong)

But, well. None of those quite work, mostly because the majority of them are just early excuses for thinking Roier was attractive back before they started dating.

Tonight as Cellbit brushes his teeth and gets ready for bed, he thinks up a new idea:

Vocal projection (evidence: he's loud as fuck when he's singing in the shower)

Because, yes, Roier is, indeed, in the shower, and he's singing very loudly. But, really, Cellbit wouldn't have him any other way. He's perfect.

"Hey, guapito," Cellbit says after rinsing his mouth out. "I need your help with something?"

Roier cuts his song off with an irritated groan. "Now? I was almost to the chorus!"

"Desculpe. But you're better at naming things than I am, and I need help coming up with something to call the creature in my dream diary."

"You have a dream diary?"

"I'm starting it tonight. I'm going to figure this thing out."

"That's cute!"

Cellbit can see Roier's silhouette shaking with silent laughter through the shower curtain. Wordlessly, he opens the curtain so he can take the shower head down and spray Roier with it.

"It's serious," Cellbit says, ignoring Roier's screeching protests. "I think it's messing with my head."

"Put that down- vete a la verga, fuck!"

Roier bats at Cellbit's hands until Cellbit lowers the shower head.

And then Roier yanks the shower head away from him and sprays him with it.

"Pendejo!" Cellbit shouts. (Not the best swear word, but it's all he could come up with on such short notice.)

He skitters away from the shower and looks, horrified, down at his soaking wet pajamas.

"Whoops," Roier plainly says. "Guess you'll just have to sleep naked tonight."

He grins, and Cellbit hates him. He wants to kiss him soooo badly!

So he does, and it's nice.

A few minutes later as they crawl into bed, Roier says, "Hey. I have a name for your monster."

Cellbit looks at him. "Yeah?"

"Call it Venom. It's, like, dissolving your dreams, right? Like poison?"

Brain poison, hmm.

Cellbit grabs his brand new dream journal off of his bedside table and opens it. Right on the first page is a long, detailed description of his dream. Right below it is a description of the creature as well as a really messy drawing.

'Venom', he writes.

...What a specific descriptoin. "Dissolving your dreams", not quite how Cellbit has been describing it.

He glances at Roier out of the corner of his eye.

Hm.

-

The first part of the dream goes normally.

And then Cellbit is downstairs at the kitchen table with his parents. There's also a girl there, but Cellbit hadn't looked at her face that night, so she doesn't have one now.

"I can't do it," Cellbit whines. He balls his hands into fists and fights the urge to smash his own face into the table.

"You can," his father insists. "You're a smart kid! Why don't we take a break."

He gets up from the table and goes to cut some watermelon.

Cellbit knows what's about to happen next. But he can't close his eyes, because his eyes were open that night.

"Let's try one more time, okay?" his mother asks.

He sniffles and nods.

He looks down at the problems. He can't understand him, he's so stupid. He's so stupid! Why can't he be like [her]?! She's good at math. She's even finished her homework.

His vision starts to blur. He can't see. He can't- he can't breathe oh fuck he can't breathe why can't he breathe what why can't he

A scream.

He looks up and watches his father finish plunging his watermelon-cutting knife into his own stomach.

"Pai!?" the girl screeches.

"I can't do it," Cellbit's mother whispers. "I'm a failure. I can't do it."

She wrestles Cellbit's pencil from his hand and raises it to her eye and-

Cellbit gasps as a clawed hand rips the table into pieces in front of him.

As the dream shifts and as his body turns back into his own, he's pulled by the creature- by Venom- into a loose hug. Its claws dig into his back, but they don't hurt.

He looks up, and he finds himself face-to-face with-

-

Roier was the first person that Cellbit let himself get attached to after he was released from prison.

He'd met Roier by pure chance, and it was love at first sight. He was just so... and he's still so...

"Does this dress make my ass look big?" Roier asks, posing in front of Cellbit in a way that most people would probably call sexy.

...perfect.

They'd met at their mutual friend, Maxo's, club. Roier wasn't on the pole that night, he was instead working the bar, and he and Cellbit hit it off immediately.

The next time Cellbit had been gone, Roier wasn't there, but his 'cousin' was. Melissa, according to Roier, owns half of the club.

And then, seven months later while rummaging through Roier's closet looking for a hoodie to steal, Cellbit had seen one of Melissa's dresses, and, well. Cellbit isn't stupid, okay? But he hadn't said anything because he didn't want to break Roier's trust, and he lives by that idea even now almost two years after their marriage.

If Roier wants to tell him something, he will. It isn't Cellbit's place to push.

Cellbit checks out Roier's ass appreciatively.

"Everything you wear makes your butt look big," he replies.

Roier nods and smiles, more than content with that answer, and he goes to the other side of his dressing room to start putting his makeup on.

Cellbit tries to make it to every one of "Melissa's" shows. He's a good husband, he wants to support Roier in everything he does.

...And he can't sleep anymore unless he has Roier by his side. Does that make him clingy?

He yawns, anyway, and he leans back and slumps in his chair. He might move to the dressing room's sofa, he's exhausted. (He might not be able to sleep without Roier, but he can rest his eyes, at least.)

"Is it okay if I stay back here?" he asks. "I need to lay down."

Roier glances at him through his mirror, concern lining his face. "Are you okay?"

Cellbit waves his concerns aside. "I'm just a little tired. I don't think I'm going to fall asleep, but I don't want to accidentally pass out during your show. That would be bad for business."

Roier's eyebrows furrow, just slightly. "Are you sure?"

"I mean, if it's okay-"

"No!" Roier cuts him off so quickly that he even seems to surprise himself. "I mean. It's okay, but you might not be comfortable. I can try and find you a pillow?"

His voice is shaking, just slightly. Hm.

"Nah, I'm good," Cellbit replies. He shrugs his jacket off and balls it up in his arms. "I've slept in worse places before."

"If- if you're sure, then go ahead."

Something feels... off. Maybe it's just because Cellbit is tired, but something is just. Weird.

But Roier eventually leaves the dressing room, though not without giving Cellbit a big fat messy lipstick-covered kiss on the lips.

Cellbit moves to the sofa, and he pillows his head on his jacket, and he closes his eyes, and he... he falls asleep. Just barely, because his dream is a faded memory around him, but. But.

But Venom isn't there.

-

The third stage of the dream is the coldest. It gnaws at Cellbit's brain, because it was the middle of January when his parents died. He was alone and under the bridge and covered in blood and absolutely freezing.

The dream doesn't ever go on past the bridge. He always just sits there shivering until he wakes up unless Venom shows up.

So he sits, and he shivers, and he waits to wake up. His body is crying, and the tears are freezing to his cheeks. He can't breathe. He can't stop thinking of... of... fuck, who is that girl? The one who chased Cellbit out of the house. The one with no face but the same voice as him.

A police car speeds over the bridge above him. It's going to his house, he knows this. The morning after the bridge, he snuck back towards his house, and the police car was still there. So was the girl. So were his parents bodies, wrapped in sheets and being carried to a Federation-white van.

He's a mistake. [She] was always better than him. [She] never hurt anybody. It isn't fair!

He sobs and buries his face in his knees. He won't sleep tonight, Cellbit remembers staying up all night because he couldn't close his eyes without seeing his parents die in front of him, and he still can't close his eyes without seeing it.

"I'm a monster," he whimpers, the first time he'd ever spoken those words, but not the last. (Later, he would try to embrace them and become the monster the media labeled him as, but it didn't help.)

There's a snarl above him, and then there's Venom standing above him with its fangs bared.

"I-" Cellbit chokes, forced to repeat what he'd said all those years ago. "I need to turn myself in. I have to!"

He stands. Venom moves to block him, grabbing onto his shoulders and holding him in place.

"There have to be healer heroes," Cellbit reasons. "They can fix them."

(They can't, and they won't.)

If possible, Venom looks distraught. The darkness wavers around it, and that's when Cellbit realizes that this is the closest they've really gotten to each other. This close, he can almost make out a face hidden behind Venom's teeth, buried deep within its mouth. But it's too dark, but if he looks hard enough...

Venom steps back, and he tears the bridge apart, and Cellbit finds himself face-to-face with-

-

Roier is cooking dinner tonight, and it smells wonderful. Of course it does, Roier's the one cooking it. Everything he cooks is wonderful, because he's wonderful.

Cellbit sits at the table watching. The kids are all in the other room doing homework, and it's almost peaceful.

Roier slips with the spatula and drops it into the pan. He swears and scoops it out and swears again as the oil inside burns him.

Again, almost peaceful.

Cellbit swiftly stands from his chair and goes to help Roier.

"Here, let me-"

Roier lightly smacks his hand. "Não, não. Go away."

"Mmm, what if I wanna stay with you?"

He slips an arm around Roier's waist and snuggles up against his back. He rests his chin on Roier's shoulder and watches a beautiful smile spread across Roier's face.

"I guess it's fine," Roier sighs, playing up the theatrics. "I guess."

And then it's peaceful once more. Cellbit watches Roier cook, and he pays special attention to Roier's biceps. (Sue him, his husband is hot.)

But then, in the other room, Richarlyson starts shouting:

"This is stupid!"

"Calm down," Bobby drawls. "It's just multiplication, let me see-"

"No, I can do it!"

Cellbit tenses. Roier doesn't seem to notice, and that's fine. It's nothing for either of them to worry about.

"You've literally been working on that for hours," Bobby argues. "Let me see."

"Não!"

Quietly, Pepito pipes up with, "I wanna see!"

"No!" Richarlyson yells. "I can- I can do it!"

"Let me see," Pepito pleads.

(Cellbit can't see.)

"Fuck you, give me the homework," Bobby snaps.

"Fuck you, it's mine!" Richarlyson exclaims.

(Cellbit can't breathe.)

"You literally can't even do it," Bobby mocks. "Give it."

(Cellbit can't-)

The world dissolves around him, and all he can see is his father's body sprawled across the floor and his mother across from him still muttering about how useless she is as he still muttered about how useless he is and he's both 26 years old and eight and he can't breathe and and and and and-

"Cellbit!" he hears. Two warm, gentle hands settle on his cheeks, and he blinks, and he's in his own kitchen. With his husband. Crying.

"It's fine," Roier whispers. He presses his forehead against Cellbit's, eyes slipping shut. "It isn't going to happen again. You're fine. They're fine. It's fine."

Cellbit blinks. The kitchen sounds miles and miles away, but he still heard that, and he knows for certain that he not once has told anybody about the night he killed his parents.

He swallows, fresh tears stinging at his eyes. "What isn't going to happen again?"

Roier tenses, but he doesn't move. His eyes squeeze even further shut, but he doesn't move. His mouth narrows into a pencil-thin line, but he doesn't move.

Cellbit can barely feel his hands, but he still moves his arms to hold Roier around the middle. The kids are still fighting in the background, but... but he can't handle them right now.

In a minute.

"Do we have to talk about it?" Roier hesitantly asks.

Cellbit's answer is immediate: "No. Just... sorry. I'm sorry."

Roier's brow furrows. "'Sorry'? Sorry for what, eh?"

"You shouldn't have to see all... all that. I don't even want to talk about it, but-"

"No, shut up. I'm sorry for sneaking into your dreams every night. It kinda just happens, I don't control it, but... it happened, and you were so sad, and I wanted to help."

Cellbit smiles faintly. His own eyes slip shut, and he can almost not see the bodies this time.

"You do help," he responds. "You help more than you could ever imagine, even outside of the dreams."

He tips his head up to kiss Roier, soft and brief and gentle.

Against Cellbit's lips, Roier mutters, "I can stop."

Cellbit shakes his head. "Don't worry about it. Now that I know it's you, I can stop freaking out about a buff scary monster guy haunting me."

Roier huffs out a quiet laugh. "I can try and be less scary, but I don't control that, either."

"It's still you. Just... God, does this make me a monsterfucker?"

Roier's laugh is much louder this time. He bites Cellbit's bottom lip before pulling back.

Cellbit's eyes open, and he looks into Roier's, and he can see the love in them, and he can feel the love in his own.

God-damn, how did he get this lucky?

"Who are you calling a monster?" Roier demands. He pinches Cellbit's side and turns back to the stove. "Fuck you, sleep alone tonight. I don't even care."

Cellbit smiles and invades his husband's space once more. He hooks his chin over Roier's shoulder, and he sighs against Roier's cheek.

"Te amo," he says. He presses a chaste kiss to the side of Roier's jaw.

Roier's ears turn red, but his face betrays no emotion.

"Your breath smells," he says, a smile teasing at his own lips. "Go brush your teeth before we eat."

Cellbit rolls his eyes, but he leaves to go do as he's told if only to try and finish panicking on his own and try and calm down before dinner.

He passes through the living room, and he sees Bobby at the table helping Richarlyson with his homework.

Some things do change, after all.

[jinnie-ret]

perfect places

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genre: fluff

content warnings: alcohol, smoking

word count: 1.1k

summary: y/n never thought she'd be talking to a stranger til the sun rose, but it was better than feeling trapped at the local bar

This is a bit shit but oh well haha

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She really couldn't be bothered for a night out clubbing tonight. If you asked her a couple of years ago then she'd be up for it any day of the week, but now, she much preferred a cosy night indoors, wallowing about not knowing what to do with her life over a warm hot chocolate.

Well, she could do without the wallowing, but that was besides the point. Forced to go out clubbing with her friends, she was not designated driver, for none of them drove there, but she was designated responsible adult. She didn't know what she preferred more, drinking so she actually enjoyed herself, or not having to feel sick the next morning.

The bassy music was loud, and regretfully, she and her friends had only been there for about half an hour now. She knew this because she checked her phone.

"Y/N, outside!" her friends shouted over the music to her, all of them holding hands and connecting a chain to make it outside to the smoking area.

Ah, a moment of peace. A break for the ears.

Y/N rustled through her handbag for a cigarette before cursing when she realised she didn't have a lighter.

"Shit!" she huffed, rolling her eyes and leaning back against the wall, before her prayers were answered and a handsome guy stood in front of her with exactly what she needed.

"Need a light?" the guy smirked at her frustrated expression before offering her his lighter, curiously decorated with cat stickers.

"You're a Saint," Y/N exaggerated, gratefully taking the object and lighting her cigarette.

"Far from it, I'm Minho," he introduced himself, laughing lightly as the girl in front took a relieved sigh after a puff.

"I don't know I think I've seen that name in the bible somewhere," Y/N joked, happy to be talking to someone sober even if she was exhausted.

"Yeah, yeah," Minho laughed, "what's brought you out tonight then? Normally all the girls here end up off their faces hammered."

"You'd have to at a place like this. 'HooBAEs' is an awful name and an even more awful place," Y/N scrunched her nose whilst nodding back at the dodgy neon light. "Only good thing about it is the cheap drinks."

"Not taking advantage of them tonight then?" Minho quirked a brow, joining her in leaning against the wall as he smoked from his own cigarette, tilting his head back to look at her.

"Nah, I'm DRA. Designated Responsible Adult," Y/N sighed, looking over at her friend's who were drunkenly giggling and mingling with a group of boys that seemed their age.

"Tell me about it, I'm on NONSS duty. No one night stand shenanigans," Minho laughed, following where her eyes were looking.

They must be his friends.

"Awfully specific," Y/N commented.

"Very," Minho took another drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out. "I'm bored, wanna ditch this place and-"

"Oh I'm not looking for that tonight. You're very nice but-" Y/N blushed, looking away from Minho.

"Woah, woah, hold your horses, you didn't let me finish. You do flatter yourself," he chuckled before standing on front of her, "what about we leave babysitting duty for tonight and find somewhere else to chat?"

"Hmmm, ok," Y/N shrugged and nodded, watching her intoxicated friends stumble back inside to the chamber of doom. Ok, maybe that was an exaggeration but it really was the last place she wanted to be right now.

They walked for five minutes, peacefully taking in the night time air as Minho led them to a bench that overlooked the town.

"Wow, it's so peaceful," she glanced across at the little lights that lined the buildings.

"Better than that bar, right?" Minho nodded, taking a seat on the bench and patting the space next to him for Y/N to sit down.

"Want another?" Y/N passed a cigarette to Minho and they both proceeded to light them and sit in the quiet night air. "You know, I've never felt so calm before, it's so relaxing here."

"I come here all the time. It's a good place to think," Minho said as he stared out at the stars. He'd never felt so comfortable around a stranger but some reason he felt compelled to talk to Y/N.

"What do you like to think about?" Y/N leant back in the bench, tilting her head to the right to look at Minho.

"I try to think about what I wanna do in life," Minho sighed, "my parents wanted me to become a lawyer."

"Oh, booo, well, some like it but I couldn't," Y/N shook her head, "my parents wanted me to become a doctor, but all I wanna do is work with cats," she took another drag from her cigarette.

"I love cats too," Minho said, flicking the flame on his lighter on and off.

"Couldn't tell," Y/N laughed sarcastically looking at the cat stickers on the item.

Minho giggled shyly to himself as he rubbed his thumb across the stickers of his cats. The two them ended up chatting til sunrise basking in each other's company.

"Here, give me your phone," Y/N bravely and uncharacteristically spoke up, taking Minho's phone as he gave it to her with a raised eyebrow, leant back in the bench with his arms folded behind his head.

"Oh, you've got a text from 'Quokka' and it very drunkenly says... Hyung, where are you, Prince is off the rails," Y/N handed his phone back to him after putting her phone number in on it.

"Oh shit," Minho's eyes widened.

"Oh shit indeed, I swear Prince was dead, although that could just be your drunk Quokka friend-"

"We better get back, come on," Minho hurried her as they headed back to the bar, and when they got back, they saw all their friends stumbling out of the club.

"Hyungggg!" a guy waved Minho over.

"Y/Nnie!!!" her friends cheered her over.

"Where's Hyunjin?"

"Where's Minji?"

"Oh they went to f-"

"They left early."

"Come on, let's get you home," Minho grabbed who Y/N assumed was his Quokka friend by the arm.

"I better get you both home," Y/N sighs and gets her two friends to start walking with her.

"I'll text you!" Minho calls over his shoulder with a smirk, knowing full well that Y/N had put her number in his phone.

Y/N turned around with a shy smile, waving as Minho got his friend into a taxi as she did the same thing. They had met by chances but hopefully things would go somewhere, who knew she'd meet someone and like them instantly. Perhaps it was worth it coming out that night.

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[be-my-ally]

Empty Promises (…. on the phone)

this is absolute filth and i have no excuse.

pairing: afab!reader/Elvis (actual!Elvis in my mind but since he’s on the phone and it’s from your perspective there’s not really any physical description of him so could be austin!elvis)

summary: Elvis has been away for a few nights but he’s left you a task to do while he’s gone. Tonight he calls and talks you through it. (for lack of a better expression; you’re trying to ‘train your tight pussy’ to be able to take the three fingers+ that you couldn’t in Empty Promises)

warnings: 18+, gratuitous use of daddy/pet names, fingering, phone sex, masturbation. kinda innocent!reader. Discussion of ‘getting you ready to be a woman’. very limited editing on this one so pls forgive any mistakes.

wc: 2.7k

“Hiya, Daddy.” You’re on your bed, ankles crossed waving in the air as you flick through a magazine on your tummy, you’d reached across to pick up the phone as it rang, having brought it onto the bed in preparation for his call. Waiting all evening just for him to ring, you’d gotten ready for bed now - in a little nightgown and a peignoir. You hear him chuckle down the line,

“How’d you know it was me baby girl? You just calling everyone who calls daddy now?” You giggle back at him,

“No silly, you said you’d call! I’ve been waiting for you.” He hums back to you, a laugh in his voice;

“Well that’s alright then doll.” You roll over onto your back, twirling the cord around your finger. “Have you been a good little girl? A good baby?” You squirm,

“Of course!” You’re affronted he even feels the need to ask. “Done everything you said.” You can hear his smile,

“Everything, darling?” His voice has deepened slightly and it goes straight to your lower stomach. Like butterflies starting to form.

“Mmhmm, every night. Just like you said. But….” You pause, you find yourself faltering, finding it difficult to describe what you want to; still embarrassed to say such things out loud. He waits a moment before he impatiently asks,

“But what?” You make a little noise down the line, half a groan and half a moan. He repeats himself, “But what sweetheart?” You still don’t respond and he attempts to coax it out of you in that baby voice he uses when he really wants something, “C’mon, tell daddy, baby.” You huff,

“I… can’t finish. I did the first night but I just, I keep getting so close and I can’t get myself there.”

“Oh, my darling!” He can’t help but laugh, “That wasn’t the whole point of this my love,” You huff, “but that must be tough, Daddy’ll be home soon. I’ll sort you out proper, soon as I’m in the house.” You sigh back at him,

“When will you be home?” You were getting bored without him and without anything to do with all of the boys with him.

“Day after tomorrow, baby. You know that. Boy, I can’t wait, it’s been far too long without my yittle in my arms.” You preen at his words, glad that he was admitting to miss you as much as you’d missed him.

“I can’t wait!” You hear someone talking to him in the background and you frown, you’ve not been able to talk to him in days - they’ve been on the road and moving around and busy while you were waiting for them to return - and now he’s being distracted when you do have him. You wait though, until you can hear him faintly calling out goodbyes, to say anything. “Who was that?”

“Jealous sweetheart?”

“Should I be?” You ask coyly,

“Of Joe? Never.” You laugh back at him, “Naw baby, they were just tellin’ me they were headin’ out.” You love when his accent deepens in private, like you get a tiny piece of the boy he was before the fame and dialect coaches,

“Oh.” You pause, and glance over at the clock, it’s already past midnight. “Have you got to go?”

“Nope. Told ‘em I had something else to see to.” You hope it’s you. “My baby’s been having a problem I need to sort out, thought I could give it a go.”

Your breath hitches.

“Doin’ it my way tonight, you gonna listen to your daddy? Do like he tells you.” You nod, before realising he can’t see you,

“Yes daddy. Please.” You can hear him shifting about and the creak of a chair or bed as he seems to settle himself in.

“You’re gonna start slow baby, want you to touch yourself all over. Start up top darling, touch those little tits of yours.” You heave a breath in as you settle up and back onto your bed, tucking the phone between your chin and shoulder.

“M’kay.” You start to brush a fingertip around your nipple, gently, over the top of your nightdress you haven’t really touched yourself like this before and it weirdly feels more intimate and awkward on your own.

“Now, wait a second baby, and lick your fingers and go back down. Just like daddy would do.” You comply and he can hear the wet noises that accompany you licking your fingers. You brush open your gown, and start to push the fabric of your nightdress down to better access your naked breasts. “Little girl, are you still dressed?” He could no doubt hear the rustle,

“Of course daddy.” You’re a little breathless already, and he laughs - at your state of eager excitement or at your state of dress you can’t tell.

“Well get it all off darlin’” You pause your fingers as they dry on your chest.

“But…then I’ll be completely naked, it’s too hot to be under the covers.” He laughs, speaking lowly,

“There someone in my house I don’t know about?” You’re confused for a moment, running through the current occupants in your head.

“…No.”

“Ain’t no-one gonna bother you then, so get it all off.” He huffs in your ear, “God almighty, no wonder you can’t get yourself goin’ if you’re frettin’ this much over taking your nightie off.” You know he’s joking but you can also feel his impatience and you hurry to do as he asks, stripping off. Throwing your panties god knows where. You feel outrageous completely nude like this even though he was right. Your curtains were pulled, door shut, and other than the help downstairs, you were home alone. You make sure the phone is still propped up securely, and lick your fingers again,

“Ok..El, I’m…touching myself again.” He laughs and you can hear the noises of him undressing too.

“Right darling, you’re gonna talk me through how you’ve been doing the past few nights.” You gasp,

“Oh no! I couldn’t possibly,” he growls down the phone at you, and you turn plaintive, pleading with him, “Oh, don’t make me do that El! It’s embarrassing.” He snorts down the phone at you,

“Nothing embarrassing ‘bout it mama, just doin what we gotta.” He changes his tone - he’s practically whispering low in your ear, “Makin’ sure you’re ready to be a proper little woman when the time comes, huh baby. Only got a few weeks left.” You smile at his words,

“I suppose that’s true…it’s just saying it.” You wait a moment for him to relent but when he doesn’t make any move to fill the silence you give in, “Ok. Ok. Shall I, shall I start now?”

“Yep baby, but I want you to just focus on that cute little button of yours if you’re gonna be touchin’ yourself for the second - I’ll tell you when to move on.” You trail your hand down to between your legs, following his instructions. “When you’re ready sweetheart.”

“Um… ok, uh, well, last night I got up to three, like you told me to. Been workin’ my way up before then.”

“Uh-huh, well you’re gonna be taking three of daddy’s in two days time baby, you think you’ll be ready for them?” He grunts at the end of the sentence, and you can’t hear it but you know he’s touching himself. You squirm at his words, his fingers are rather large and you know that come hell or high water they’re going in you.

“Yeah, I think it’s been trickier without you. I’m not as…wet. But, it wasn’t as hard last night so it, I, should be ready by then. I, uh, take my time with two still though.” You can hear his breathing get heavier down the line. You brush your fingertips over your clit, rubbing in tiny, light circles. “Um, but I still start just with one.”

“Yeah, doll? What do ya do? Twiddle with yerself a little and then pop it in?” You gasp at his vulgarity.

“Uh-huh, pretty much daddy. Just do what I can to get myself wet. I’m uh, still normally pretty ready by the time I get into bed. Just thinkin’ about you does the trick honestly.” You sigh at him, you can practically feel his ego inflating, but its the truth.

“You thinkin’ bout me now darling?” He’s smug, but it’s surely not anything he didn’t already know.

“Uh-huh, thinking about you touching me,” You can hear yourself gasp, and it inspires a sudden boldness, “about you licking me all over.” He chuckles lowly,

“You like my tongue dontcha, dirty little thing.”

“Uhh-huh…then I rub my finger around, and do it just like you showed me.”

“Just like I showed you huh?”

“That’s right, I…swirl it about a little bit, and uh… push it in and out, until I think I can fit a second in. Then I press down with both of them.” You can hear him lick something, presumably his palm, and the distant sound of skin on skin contact. “Then I do what you told me to do, trying to stretch myself out a little. But it just doesn’t matter how I stroke myself, I can’t seem to find my spot.” He laughs at you,

“It’s hard to find by yourself, little one.”

“And then last night...I got in my third finger, but it - I couldn't - I just had to hold it there for a little while - it hurt a little. "

“We don’t want that doll.” He practically growls as he lectures you, “Remember I told you about the slick in the bathroom. You oughta be using that to help ya anyway.”

“I can do it myself.” He hums back at your indignation.

“Well, we’ll see soon won’t we? … You still touching yourself baby?” You agree, breathy little sounds travelling with your “Ye-es”. “What a good little baby you are, my perfect little one.” You bite back a moan, there’s something about him praising you that always turns you on. “Let me hear you baby.” You comply, releasing your lip from your teeth, making tiny little ‘unh unh’ sounds. He groans, “Ok then, its late little one, best get on with it now, go on move that little hand down. Describe it to me.”

“UH-huh. I’m, uh, just, moving my hand down, oh god I’m so wet Elvis. Oh my god I’m slippery.” He laughs, “Um ok, I’m just touching my … hole with my finger, just gonna take a second.” You groan as you slip your middle finger in, index and third holding you open.

“That’s it yittle, wiggle it around a bit, though you should be used to that by now. Even daddy can fit one in ya straight away.” Your hips thrust up, and your thumb finds your clit again as you rotate the finger within.

“Uh-huh i’m doin’ it daddy.” His breathing hitches,

“Go on then, get the second one in now little one, should be ready for it by now.” You nod although he can’t see you, and your mouth opens in a gasp as you insert your index finger alongside the middle, thrusting them both in gently. You’re still nervous to be too rough with yourself, although you’d been balanced on Elvis’ before, thrashing about as he held you only with that grip while you came.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Curl those lil’ fingers now for daddy, stroke yourself.” You do as he says and you can practically feel your walls loosening slightly with each stroke. You’re slick as anything and that helps to ease the way, can feel the damp heat growing with your heartbeat.

“I’m - uh - shit- doing it, f-fuck that feels good.” You gasp,

“Goodness, ya got a mouth on ya tonight darlin’, not very ladylike of ya.” He scolds, you hadn’t even noticed. The words slipping out as you struggled to make sense of how, just by him telling you what to do, it felt so much better than going it alone,

“So-orry.”

“Dontcha worry your pretty little head ‘bout it, you can make it up to daddy by getting that next one in that yittle cunt of yours.” The irony of it being necessary to make up to him after swearing, as he calls your vagina a cunt is lost on you in the moment. Your left hand grips the comforter, and you pull both your fingers out, feeling your soft, puffy, folds. Spreading the sticky wetness around. “Go on darling, wanna hear you.” A moan slips out of your mouth, followed by a gasp as you softly push in three fingers. It’s an awkward angle for you to do yourself on your back like this, but you can’t imagine how else you could stay on the phone. It’s less of a burn than the day before, and you wonder if it’s because what you’re doing is working, or if it’s just because you’re so much more ready doing it with him.

“Just-like I’d do, do it just like I would, spread those tiny lil’ fingers in that tiny yittle pocket.” He pauses and if you listened closely you could hear his hand speeding up, You do as he says, your chin dropping as your mouth opens. “Use your thumb baby, rub yerself.”

“Uh-huh, ye-es, ye-es daddy.”

“You close little one?” He grunts, his voice speeding up, “I’m -ah- almost there, wanna go together.” He groans and you pick up the pace, can feel yourself tensing up, just about hitting the right place and speed.

Your eyes roll back in your head, and the phone slips from its resting spot as you can’t help but turn your head from side to side. It feels like your hand is cramping as you struggle to maintain the momentum and steady pressure. You get there, shouting as you just about reach climax but you’re unable to maintain it for very long as your hips jump involuntarily and your pace is wrecked.

You can hear the blood whooshing in your ears and the pulse of your heartbeat as you come down. You feel shaky as you reach blindly for the handset again. It wasn’t unsatisfying, but it wasn’t good - it just was.

“You get there little one?” He’s out of breath, slurring his words slightly in his own post-orgasmic haze.

“Yeah,” You feel somewhat teary, and your eyes fill as you sniff, “But, it wasn’t like you do it. My hand hurts and I still feel…” you squirm, “on edge.” There’s a pause and you wonder if he’s fallen asleep. But then he speaks,

“We-ell…that’s because its a job for daddy, little girls can’t do it quite right. That’s just the way it is sweetheart.” You whine, you wouldn’t ever want to be without him but the implication that you couldn’t scared you. You hiccup down the line and you hear him shift closer to the phone,

“What’s wrong?” You sniffle again, before answering;

“I just… how will I ever do without you then?” You feel ridiculous, there’s more to life than effective orgasms but you’d had a taste now and didn’t think you could go back to pretending you didn’t know what bliss felt like.

He laughs, “Well, it’s a good job we’re getting hitched in couple ‘a weeks then isn’t it? Never gonna be without me again little one.”

[goatcheesecak3]

I read your Gavin Ellis fic and I’m so in love with him I wanna keep him in my pocket.

I wanted to request a fic (f! Or nb! Reader) where the reader is a close friend of Gavin’s and Ray’s. At a party, the reader meets someone and starts dancing with them (maybe even plans to go home with them), and Gavin has a high-key jealous moment about it.

Or, a second (angstier) idea: The reader saves Gavin from getting thrown off the roof, but gets really really injured in the process of stopping the cop.

Jealous

Gavin Ellis X F!Reader

Fic type: fluff

Warnings: brief mentions of drug use, alcohol and physical altercation.

Summary: after Gavin has ignored you all week, you decide to try and make him jealous.

A/N thank you so much for your request!! I love writing about Gavin because he's just sooooooo??????? i've gone with your first idea, but I definitely want to do the more angsty fic in the future! I think i just need to get better at writing how Gavin would act in more serious situations first teehee <3 also, for my male readers, i pinky promise I'll get the m!reader versions of my gavin fics up within the next few days, i've just been trying to get some new stuff out since i've been slacking with fics in general lately

The music was loud, the drugs were plentiful and the atmosphere was electric. Gavin’s parties were always eventful, the lack of rules usually lead to some sort of drama. So far this night some drunk arsehole had already jumped off the roof in an attempt to impress some girls (y/n couldn’t figure out what was more surprising; the fact that he only twisted his ankle, or the fact that the girls were actually amused). Y/n, a close friend of Gavin’s sat on a sofa, quietly sipping a beer next to Ray, another close friend.

“Do you want to go and see what Gav’s up to?” Ray asked.

Y/n scoffed at this, she and Gavin had been having a somewhat weird patch in their friendship. After drunkenly making out a week prior on a particularly crazy night out, things had been weird between them. Y/n had tried to brush it off and forget it ever happened, but Gavin seemed to be avoiding her.

“If the prick wants to talk to me he can come over here, I’m not gonna chase after him.” She rolled her eyes.

“But… and don’t take this the wrong way,” Ray gulped, not wanting to trigger her short temper, “you’re the one that came to his party”

With a raised eyebrow and an all too defensive tone, y/n responded, “I’m only here to steal booze and maybe take someone else home. What about that guy, David? The one on your footie team? He’s not half bad looking”

Ray sighed defeatedly. He hated when he got caught between y/n and Gavin’s drama, it was like putting up with his mother and stepdad all over again.

“I think David’s in the kitchen, just, please don’t make things weird, y/n, I like being friends with both of you”

y/n’s face softened.

“I promise I’ll only make things weird for Gav, never you though Ray” she smiled playfully, placing an affectionate and friendly peck on his cheek before arising from the sofa and making her way to the kitchen.

Y/n’s seemingly foolproof plan to hook up with David was in action, as she stood in the doorway to the cramped kitchen making eyes at him across the room, smiling seductively. David wasn’t necessarily the sort of guy y/n would usually go for, but he would do, and most importantly, it would serve Gavin right for being such a dick all week.

“Well, well, well, I didn’t know Miss y/l/n would be here tonight, to what do I owe the pleasure?” David smirked, leaning against the doorframe nonchalantly.

“well you can start with a jack and coke” she grinned back, biting her lip and laying it on as thick as possible.

“your wish is my command”

y/n knew this dance, she’d done it plenty of times before. Twirl your hair, bat your eyelashes, pretend to give a shit about football, grind a little on the dancefloor, and before you know it, you’ve got yourself a nice no-strings-attached stress reliever. Piece of cake.

“wow and they let you have the penalty kick? That’s soooo funny” She feigned laughter, touching his arm lightly.

Tired from pretending that David was at all interesting to talk to, y/n pulled him towards the front room, where people had began to dance. Leant up against a back wall, watching bitterly and ignoring his friends, was Gavin. He’d worn his favourite top, a tight red shirt with the top few buttons undone – a look which y/n had complimented him on before. Sure, he’d been playing hard to get since the last time they saw eachother, but he was hoping that at the night of his party y/n would see how he was dressed and be all over him. Instead, however, to his absolute disdain y/n had completely ignored him and was now dancing with some jackass from his footie club who spent most games on the bench. He tried not to let himself care, but his blood boiled when he saw David whisper something in y/n’s ear.

“so… am I gonna get lucky tonight?” he slurred, drunk and sloppy at this point.

“ugh stop talking, you’re ruining this for me” y/n rolled her eyes. David was attractive enough, but in all honesty his voice was a tad bit grating, and his drunken pawing at her body as they danced was far from sexy.

The pair continued to dance, David too drunk to get the not-so-subtle hint to stop blabbering, as he kept rambling about something that didn’t matter. Gavin, who was practically seething with rage and jealousy at this point, finally decided to do something about it when he saw David’s hand trailing it’s way down to y/n’s ass. Before anyone knew what happening, David had been aggressively shoved to the floor.

“I told you y/n’s off limits” Gavin spat.

“Hey what the fuck is your problem, mate?” David groaned, pulling himself up off the floor.

Y/n put her palm to her face, practically mortified.

“Jesus Christ, Gav, calm your tits” she scolded.

Gavin didn’t stick around to see if David was okay, instead he grabbed y/n by the arm and pulled her out to the garden to talk.

“Gav, what the f-”

“why did you do that?”

“do what?”

“that! In there, parading yourself around with that dipstick like I’m not right in front of you” he spat.

y/n had to hold herself back from laughing in his face, “why the hell do you give a shit? You haven’t said a word to me all week, are we even mates anymore?”

Gavin responded in a way which y/n could have never predicted. Gavin Ellis, the cocky, loudmouth arsehole who had an answer for everything had been rendered speechless. His mouth hung open for a minute, as he blinked slowly, eyebrows furrowing and his brain overheating.

“o-of course we’re still- what, were you actually upset by that?” he finally managed.

“uh, no shit I was upset by it. So what, we make out at the pub and all of a sudden I’m a stranger? Pardon me, but I thought after all these years of friendship I would at least get a heads up before you decide to drop me” y/n rolled her eyes, pulling a cigarette out of her pocket and lighting it. Despite her somewhat feisty exterior, she didn’t like confrontation, it made her anxious, and so she wanted to keep her hands busy.

“DROP YOU?!” Gavin spluttered, “Why would I- Y/n, I would never drop you, I just felt like I should keep my distance because-“ he stopped himself.

“Because what?”

“C’mon y/n, don’t make me say it” Gavin bit his lip and looked away nervously.

“Because what?!”

“Because I’ve got a thing for you, alright?! And I didn’t wanna make an dick out of myself!”

“so… you ignored me altogether?” she asked, her demeanour switching to one of kindness, while still being amazed at Gavin’s stupidity.

“look, it seemed like a better idea in my head”

“I’m sure it did”  y/n chuckled, “I can’t say I’ve never considered it, y’know, me ‘n you”

“Really?!” Gavin grinned, his face turning every so slightly pink, “so… do I have a chance?”

Y/n smiled, biting the inside of her lip.

“yeahhhhh, alright. Fuck it, let’s give this a go. But no more playing it cool, and no more drunken nights at the pub, if you’re really serious about me, I wanna be treated like a lady”

Gavin was practically cheesing like an excited kid at this point, never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined things going this well.

“How about I pick you up on Friday for steak and a film?” he winked.

“I think that sounds like a plan” y/n giggled.

As a rule, y/n never kissed on a first date, let alone before it even happened, but she was feeling adventurous, and fuck it, that boundary had already been crossed a week prior. She leaned back on the wall of the house, and placed her hand gently onto the nape of Gavin’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

The kiss was surprisingly gentle, Gavin’s hands finding their way around y/n’s waist and holding her tight.

“just FYI,” he mumbled into the kiss, “now that we’re a thing, if I ever catch another bloke dancing with you like that again I’ll deck the cunt” he chuckled.

“Is it bad that I find that hot?” y/n giggled

“not for me it isn’t”

[ayunakatsukiwolfhashira]

𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

The night you and your friends have been waiting for has finally arrived, prom night. For weeks, your friends had spent hours dragging you from store to store looking for the perfect outfit since they knew you were trying to impress someone.

They had known about your little crush on Rengoku but you never confessed to him because you were scared of rejection. No matter how many times your friends assured you that he was in love with you as well, you never confessed, so now your friends were going to attempt to push you out of your comfort zone and have you wear a jaw-dropping outfit.

Your friends put you into many different outfits but once they found one that all of you liked, they immediately bought it for you. Now you were changing into that very outfit while your friends excitedly waited outside your room.

You looked into the mirror and fixed your hair a bit before exiting and opening the door to your friends. Once they saw you, they smiled brightly and began complimenting you.

“Wow you look amazing Y/n!”

“You’re definitely going to outshine everyone else there!”

“Rengoku’s going to love this a lot, you look great!”

You felt your cheeks heat up a bit and you thanked them before taking some pictures. You and your friends drove to the dance and once you entered through the doors, you and your friends went to the dance floor.

You all danced to the beat of the songs for almost an hour and were having a great time until one of your friends suggested you recharge at the food court to which you all agreed on. 

You walked and lightly pushed through the crowd to get to the food court. Once you made it, you began selecting little desserts and snacks from the tables and taking bites from them.

Then you felt one of your friends frantically tap on your shoulder and pointed behind you. You looked in the direction and quickly turned away with a red face once you realized who your friend spotted, Rengoku.

“Come on, go up to him and ask him to dance!”

One of your friends said but you shook your head and said.

“No way, you are just wanting to see me get rejected!”

“But look how nice he looks, I bet he did it for you~”

Another friend teased you and you felt your cheeks heat up even more, you did think he looked amazing tonight but you didn’t budge and changed the subject.

“A-anyways, come on let’s go back to the dance floor.”

Your friends laughed a bit before following you to the dance floor. You began to dance some more while talking with your friends when the slow dance music began.

“Now’s your chance Y/n! He’s right over there and- actually he’s coming right towards us.

“Stop getting my hopes up F/n! He’s probably heading to the food court since he loves food.”

“You know the food court is in the opposite direction.”

“…w-whatever, let’s just go and sit down for a minute, the slow dance song should end soon.”

Your friends shrugged and you began to walk away when someone called your name.

“Wait, Y/n!”

You and your friends turned around and saw Rengoku with his own group of friends coming towards you. Your own friends smirked and shared a knowing look with Rengoku’s friends.

“We will give you guys some space.”

Then just like that, you were alone with Rengoku in the middle of the dance floor. You’ve only seen how good Rengoku looked from far away but now that he was right in front of you, he looked even better. 

“So uhm uh did you need something Rengoku?”

You asked while you sweat dropped and he nodded, his cheeks also appeared to be red.

“Yes I did!”

He didn’t elaborate and his voice was loud as usual although it was a bit shaky. You waited for him to continue for a couple of seconds but he didn’t talk so you coughed in order to prompt to continue. He snapped out of the trance he was put in and chuckled nervously.

“My apologies! It seems that I zoned out a bit, you just look amazing tonight.”

“O-oh thank you, you actually look really nice even though you always look great.”

You laughed nervously and his eyes lit up.

“That’s so nice of you, thank you! Oh, before I forget why I was here in the first place, I was wondering if you would like to slow dance with me.”

It felt like time stopped, you had always wanted to be close to Rengoku ever since you met on the first day of school.

“Of course that sounds great.”

You said with a smile and his grin grew, he gently took hold of your hand and pulled you closer to him. You both began to dance in sync to the soft and steady rhythm of the music.

You then saw his and your friends smirking and recording you and Rengoku. Rengoku also saw them and he just chuckled before looking back at you and asking.

“Forgive me if this is a little too soon but, may I kiss you?”

You couldn’t form any words so you simply nodded and he slowly leaned in until his lips met yours. You both could hear the cheering of your friends but chose to ignore them and enjoy the moment. 

[im-a-king-baby]

I love ELYN, it was a wonderful read. 🪷

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Today's bonus scene is a post-epilogue snippet, because Kevan is one of my favourite characters who barely appeared in the actual fic XD

Under the cut for maaaajor ending spoilers! Go read ELYN first!

“The band should have arrived,” Simon checks his phone, for about the twentieth time since getting out the car that had picked them up at the airport. “Normally we’d meet in the bar, have a drink.” He looks across the lobby to the hotel bar, racks of liquor stretching up to the ceiling.

Wilhelm catches his hand. “The schedule I got said we were meeting for dinner,” he says. He’s pretty sure Simon knows that, but sometimes it helps to have someone else say it out loud. “So let’s check in, and you can have a shower while I ask Farima what time.”

“Right.” It takes Simon a second too long to drag his eyes away from the bottles. He keeps tugging on the straps of his backpack, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Wilhelm had asked widely around for advice on how he could support Simon going back to playing live shows but the consensus from everyone was just, ‘It’s going to be hard, but if he wants to tour again you have to start somewhere.’

“Hey! Si…imon!”

Wilhelm barely has a chance to jump before someone is bounding across the lobby. He’s a huge man with long black hair dressed in a leather jacket with silver studs and for an instant Wilhelm wonders if he should be throwing himself in front of Simon - where are the bodyguards when you need them?

Then he registers that Simon is laughing. “You can keep calling me Simme,” Simon says, stepping past Wilhelm so the man can pull him into what looks like a bonecrushing hug. “I don’t mind.”

“Oh thank god,” the man says, letting Simon go and stepping back. “Farima keeps sending emails about ‘Simon’ and I’m like ‘who?’ every single time.” He notices Wilhelm for the first time, slightly off to the side in his carefully nondescript jumper and jeans combo. “Let me guess, you’re the boyfriend formerly known as Prince?”

Simon snorts. “Kevan, this is Wilhelm. Wille, Kevan. He plays guitar.”

And now Wilhelm remembers him from the Faktory, standing off to the side of the stage with a red guitar. And the name, too. Kevan was the person Simon called in Bjarstad, the one who told Candace where to find them. Wilhelm’s first instinct would be to keep him far away from Simon, but he’s aware that - as much as he doesn’t like it - the Candace Issue is more complicated on Simon’s side.

Simon met her for coffee, when he was in L.A. and Wilhelm was stuck in class a million miles away, and Wilhelm’s phone left imprints in his palm he was gripping it so tight waiting for a phone call that didn’t come, just a text two hours later: she’s gone, all still standing and heading to the airport. See you soon xx

Here and now, Simon seems relaxed for the first time since they entered the lobby, flicking the studs on Kevan’s jacket and saying, “Did you listen to the EP?”

“I did. Not really my thing,” Kevan says, but with a grin as though this is some shared joke between them. “But we can add more guitar solos when you record the full album.”

Simon snorts a laugh, like he hasn’t been up all night for the last week worrying about The Full Album. “Let’s get through these shows first.”

“Speaking of, I did need to catch you.” Kevan’s smile drops. “There’s a problem with my schedule.”

Fuck. Wilhelm steps a bit closer to Simon as his laugh dies and he casts a desperate look towards the check-in desk and escape. “The schedule isn’t really my area,” Simon starts. “Can you talk to Farima about it?”

“No,” Kevan says. “I think I need you.” He’s already pulling out his phone. “See, I’ve got the dinner tonight, rehearsals tomorrow, shows Friday and Saturday, but in the middle I have something called a ‘day off’? I told them, this is a Simme tour we don’t do that here -”

The tension drops entirely out of Simon’s body. "Oh my god," he says, shoving at Kevan’s shoulder, the kind of easy roughhousing that he would've done with Ayub or Rosh back at school. “You’re such an asshole.”

Kevan uses his height advantage to ruffle Simon’s hair then takes off running before Simon can retaliate. Simon is laughing, but pauses to kiss Wilhelm’s cheek and shove his backpack into Wilhelm’s arms before chasing Kevan across the lobby, scattering guests and hotel staff in all directions.

Wilhelm slings Simon’s bag over his shoulder and heads to the desk, only glancing back every other second. “Simon Erikkson and Wilhelm Kassel, I think our bags have already been dropped off.”

She digs out some paperwork for him to sign - he’s still figuring out his signature, still forgetting to respond for a minute when he hears ‘Mr Kassel’ - and she’s coding up two keycards when Simon stumbles back up against the counter, breathing hard.

“Hey, sorry. Didn’t mean to abandon you,” he says, and Wilhelm can’t blame him for it when he’s still smiling like that, lighting up his whole face.

He had kind of understood what Simon said about wanting to be back on stage - in that he could see it was something a person might want, even if the idea of doing it himself made him want to throw up - but he’d thought the touring was a necessary evil that went with that, not something that could possibly be enjoyed. When Simon had arranged these first shows for Spring Break so Wilhelm could come along, Wilhelm had just assumed it was so that he’d have someone other than Farima there to fall back on.

But as Kevan falls into step with them on the way to the elevator, talking about dinner plans like booking a table at a restaurant is the most outlandishly posh thing that any person has ever done, he realises maybe for Simon it was about showing Wilhelm this other side of his life. To show that he’s not alone out here.

“Di was asking if we need to dress for dinner,” Kevan says. “I said I didn’t think we should go naked but I’d check with you.”

Simon elbows him in the side. “I think we can be us,” he says. “It’s not -” he pauses as Wilhelm presses the button to call the lift, waits for the doors to open and them to step inside before he continues. “It’s just to keep it out of the bar, you know?” Wilhelm steps closer, so their knuckles touch and Simon gives him a sideways smile. “Things are going to be a bit different this time.

Wilhelm half expects Kevan to make another joke, but Kevan nods, like he gets it. “You let us know what you need, yeah? We’re all rooting for you here.”

[hybeboyenthusisast]

➺ seven (written)

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warnings: alcohol, drinking, frat party, gross boy trying to hit on yn, threats, minor violence (yn holds her own and she's my hero).

not edited because i dont edit hehe

wc: 861

Soobin actually really hated parties; and frat parties were the worst. Despite being in a fraternity, he never really fit in with the stereotypical frat bro. Sure, he was outgoing and fearless on twitter, easily able to public and unashamedly talking shit about Choi Y/N, but he was truly the opposite in real life. In real life, he found himself to be a people pleaser, frequently nervous, and much quieter than all of his friends. People pleasing, nervous, and quiet were the perfect words to describe how Soobin was gliding through the night.

He would chat with anyone who approached him, offer to grab them a drink, all with a smile and a carefree attitude. Inside, he was nervous they wouldn't leave soon so he could sulk in the corner like the loser most present would consider him as. While one of his classmates was striking up a conversation about their upcoming project, Soobin couldn't muster the energy to fully pay attention to the conversation. He either didn't care anymore, or he was drunk. Maybe just tipsy, though. He wasn't too sure.

His attention was not on Yeonjun's complaints of their professor, nor was it on the rest of the party, it was on you. He really did not care about what you were up to, and could have easily looked away without a second thought, proceeding about his night, sulking in the corner. But, he didn't. He was focused on you, dressed in a silky top and mini skirt that showed off your sexy legs (wait, sexy?). Your heels added some extra height onto you, though most partygoers still towered above you.

You weren't smiling or laughing, drinking and dancing with your friends. Not that Soobin really noticed or cared, of course, but you were often with your brother and your friend Jungwon, sometimes your cousin. No matter who you were with, Soobin always saw you having a good time at these parties.

Not tonight, though. Your arms were crossed against your chest, a frown etched upon your face. A member of another fraternity, someone Soobin recognized but did not know the name of, was speaking to you in a manner that Soobin instantly recognized was a sleazy way. The frat bro leaned in closer to you, reaching over and brushing your hair out of your face. You visibly cringed and stepped backwards.

Soobin couldn't hear what was happening between you and this creep, but he could put together the context. As you removed the man's hand from your waist, he grabbed you instead with both hands, appearing like he was trying to convince you to do something. Soobin may really, truly hate you, but he wasn't a monster. He knew that you were in a dangerous situation, and apparently nobody else had even noticed.

Muttering something to Yeonjun, Soobin began making his way across the large living room to intervene in your situation. He hadn't reached you yet when he watched as you ripped the man's arms off of your body and slapped him. When Soobin was finally within earshot (which was really pretty close to you, at this point, since the loud music was, well, loud), he could hear you shouting.

"Touch me again and you won't like where I shove your tiny penis! How do you feel about a meat grinder, bitch?" Soobin's jaw dropped at your threat. You apparently did not need any help. The frat bro's eyes widened and he quickly spun around and scampered away. "Can I help you, Soobin?" You had turned to him, an eyebrow raised.

Soobin gulped as he locked eyes with you; he could see the fire and anger in your eyes and knew he didn't want to argue with you or piss you off right now. "I was- I just," Soobin sighed, failing to come up with an excuse. "I saw what was happening and wanted to help you."

"Oh."

Your anger appeared to resolve as your body language shifted to be more relaxed. Your eyes, too, softened as they confidently gazed into his. The answer you were expecting, you didn't know, but you certainly hadn't thought Soobin would say that. "You so have a crush on me. As you probably saw, I can handle myself. Thanks, though, honey."

Soobin couldn't fight the blush that spread across his cheeks as you winked at him and turned, disappearing into the party. He did not have a crush on you, and he would never admit it, but even though he hated you, he knew how sexy you were. And having someone so sexy, even his enemy, speak to him in such a manner, was hot. But there was no proof that he watched your ass sway as you walked away from him.

You had no idea what Soobin thought as you were walking away, but you hoped that one day he would finally see you as more than a troublemaker twin. Truthfully, you were hoping that Soobin would see you even as just a beautiful woman, someone he'd want to be intimate with. You would be happy with a small slice of Soobin, even though you wanted the whole cake.

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[mybrainismelted]

Kat 🤗😁 for the trope mash-up, how about 10 + 25?

Hi Evie! So 10 - Werewolf, and 25 - Body Swap/Body Sharing

Mickey had dreaded his 15th birthday for as long as he could remember. That was the day he would find out if he had inherited his father's curse. So far only Joey and Colin had turned, and they were actually happy about it, loving the thrill of the transformation, and the viciousness of the hunt. Neither of them seemed concerned that they were going to go the way of their father, having to be locked in the basement during the full moon so he wouldn't rampage. But Mickey knew better. If they didn't learn to control their wolf half soon, they would need to add more locked rooms in that basement. The night before his birthday, he slipped out of the house, knowing that soon his family would be looking for him, determined to follow in the path of their ancestors and make him sit through some weird ritual while they all watched, waiting to see if he would turn. Fuck that. He had learned a long time ago how to mask his trail to keep them from following him, and tonight he pulled every trick he knew. He did not want to be found, to be seen, to have anyone else know what was about to happen. They would know soon enough. He needed to find this out alone.

He broke into a house where he knew the owners were away for a few days, making himself comfortable, enjoying the clean space, the quiet, and the hot water to have as long of a shower as he wanted. He even managed to take a nap while he waited for midnight to arrive. He woke up in a cold sweat, body trembling, his skin feeling too tight, and shit. He knew what this meant. He didn't want this. He fought it with everything he had, tossing and turning, scratching at his skin, hoping that maybe if he could fight it off this one time, it would be over, and it wouldn't be real. "for fucks sake, would you stop fighting, this doesn't feel good for me either you know" came a disembodied voice in his head "you think I asked to be paired with a Milkovich of all people? But it doesn't have to be what you think" Mickey sprang to his feet, frantically searching for the source of the voice. He spun in circles, panicked that someone had found him, someone knew who he was, and what was happening. "relax. It's just me. Please, just stop fighting for a minute so I can show you, and then we can talk"

He didn't really understand why, but something about this voice was comforting, soothing, and familiar. Almost against his will, he finally did relax, letting his arms fall to his sides, and bowing his head. He felt a shivering, rippling sensation run through his body, and when it stopped, he felt his body moving without his control - like he was suddenly a passenger inside his own head. "what the fuck?" he tried to yell, but no sound came out. "ok, stop yelling, please" a voice said, the same voice that had been in his head a minute ago. And then he felt his eyes open, and he was standing in front of a mirror.... but what looked back at him was not a wolf, and not a hybrid, but another boy. Skinny, freckle-faced, and red-headed. "My name is Ian" he said out loud as Mickey watched in stunned silence from inside his own head. Or... Ian's head? What the hell was going on? "I can explain everything"

[jacevelaryonswife]

ㅤㅤ Why’d you only call me when you high? | part IV

so sorry for the delay to update, I was really out of creativity to write this, but I'm more excited now, I hope you like it.

∴ pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

why’d you only call me when you high?

Finding yourself slumped on the couch a week after your peculiar day with Aegon, you pondered an important matter: getting out. Saturday is your favorite day of the week, it's quiet enough for rest and too lively for a night out. You're not one for frequent parties and going out, but you wanted to take advantage of the period before college exams and papers arrived, so an avid battle was being waged in your mind about going out or not. Another important point about you: going out alone at night was never an option. You needed to be in someone's company to feel safe, so the options start swirling in your head until your phone screen lights up.

“are you on, babe? 😏”

Interesting.

Typing quickly, you replied:

“I need a partner, are you out tonight?”

“for you? always :)”

What about Aegon Targaryen?

Well, things were going remarkably well. A week ago the two of you were talking playfully about anything, no specifics, just ANYTHING. He was incredibly funny — as well as an incomparable flirt, but that's public knowledge — and he had really good memes. Come on, are you really complimenting a frat boy? Yes. Aegon is the bitch who sent you a dick pic when you said you were bored (not bad at all) and kept endearing you in a way. Since he wanted to be your friend, then why not test him?

“Have you ever been to rock 'n ribbs? I immediately need to breathe the air of that place.”

“I've never actually been but I've always been interested in going in, the facade is so cool.”

“It's SUPER cool! If you want to go with me, I want to accept the company.”

“I want 😏”

“So it's a date.”

It's a date... oh fuck. Why did you say that?

“Force of habit, sorry.”

“it’s okay babe.”

It wasn't force of habit, no it wasn't, you didn't used to say that and it scared both of you a little. You would have a date with Aegon Targaryen, the Aegon Targaryen, fuckboy, blonde, rich and stupid. It sounded crazy actually. He was known for not staying with the same girl for very long. But this was different, you don't want to be his girl, just a friend... or just fuck buddies. And what about Aegon? He couldn't stop thinking about you. It was almost scary, actually. The differences between you two were funny and visible, you were a responsible girl who was building a successful destiny, while he didn't have to care about that and any other shit, he was rich. But that didn't completely make it impossible for you to live together or anything else.

Anything else? You were amazing, smart, beautiful, and you fucked like a tigress. Fuck, he really fantasized about something else. A beautiful girl to show off to your friends and family. However, how hard would it be to make you fall in love with him? Was it love at first sex? He thought it wouldn't work on him. But here he was grinning as he watched you walk out of the apartment towards the luxuriously scandalous Ferrari, his baby, his darling Sunfyre.

“Hey pretty, ready to show me a good time?” he asked as he discarded the rest of the watermelon cigarette out the window.

“Take me out to dinner first, perv,” you replied humorously, putting on the bell as he synced to Spotify.

"I intend and hope your suggestion is indeed good, princess," he commented with a wink, placing his hand on your leg. Your eyes rolled back as huff came out of you, making him smirk. “You know Sunfyre don't you? But I don't think they were properly introduced."

"Who? Your car? Did you name your car?”

“Yeah, what's not to name this beauty?

“You know, if I didn't met you I'd say you were a pimp, your car is like one, but it's quite comfortable,” you said as you snuggled into the seat.

“Come on, it's not a pimp car, fuck off”, he complained indignantly, making you laugh out loud. “It is the most beautiful car you will ever see in your life.”

"I'm not saying it's done, just that it reeks of prostitution."

"Yeah, he's seen a lot of who-”

“I really don't want to know about this.”

“As you wish, ma'am, but don't worry, after you that car won't see but one bitch”, he flashed a smile before seeing your eyes narrow. “I didn't mean to call you a bitch, oh fuck, that was bad, wasn't it?”

"Terrible. Probably the worst thing I've heard”, the last part was an exaggeration, but yeah, it sucked — not that you'd expect anything different actually, Aegon was good at fucking women not being a great romantic.

“Sorry babe, I'm new to this business”, he withdrew his hand from your leg to scratch the back of his neck, putting again on your leg to strengthen the touch.

“If you didn't tell me I wouldn't guess,” your tone was a little bitter, which made him wince, but in the best possible way. He wouldn't tell you now but he loved it when your sharp tongue cut him like that.

“Well, you asked me on a date, so…” he teased, giving your leg a light squeeze.

"I didn't ask you out on a date, it was force of habit!" You snapped.

“Fuck off, ass,” you pinched his hand, knocking it off your leg.

“I know you're a good girl baby, that's why I'm in love with you. And your nice ass too, since you brought it up,” he remarked casually, looking at you sideways. It wasn't a lie, the motherfucker couldn't stop thinking about you and your ass.

“Again this matter? I already told you that you're not in love with me”, you rolled your eyes, looking at him with boredom.

“Of course I am, you're beautiful, sexy and smart, my mother would love to meet you”, that wasn’t also a lie, Alicent would easily approve of a girl like you and would probably hope that you would fix her eldest son, but that wasn't your job after all.

"I bet you say that to every girl you take out, don't you?"

“I didn't tell you that.”

“You just said.”

"But I didn't say before."

“Because you didn’t ask me out.”

"Fair."

After a few seconds, you interrupted the next thing he had to say — probably about being in love or about your hot body. “So what made you do architecture? It's a really nice area.”

Aegon shifted his gaze to the lane quickly, keeping it there as he replied, “I never knew what to do, so I took a chance. It's really hard to choose a path when you already have everything, I know, I know, I? A conscious person? Yeah, but it was either that or working at my family's business and there's no way that was going to happen, they're fucking crazy. And you? What made you choose your field?”

A small smile graced your lips, looking at the brightly lit city around him. “I also never knew what I wanted to be, I changed my decision every month and I could never find something that fully fulfilled me, or a great aspiration, so I decided to try the first thing that came along. I like what I do, so much so that I'm going to try for a master's degree after I finish the course, but I would have liked to have had the chance to know more about myself before making the choice.”

“I know that feeling,” he said. “I never fit in or saw myself in something, unlike my brothers who were born with exactly one purpose and are very good at what they do. So I just tried it, you know?”

"Yes, I know."

The comfortable silence that lingered between you was interrupted by their arrival at the bar. Now more than ever you felt like a whore by the way some men looked at Sunf- Aegon's car. He was quick to place a hand on your waist with a smug smile on his face as he guided you to the attendant. The place was divided into an external and an internal environment, the view from the outside was magnificent, but the inside was electrifying, with beautiful guitars hanging on the wall and a modern decoration linked to rock music.

“I said it was cool,” you whispered close to his ear.

“I never doubted, love. Now, how would you like to spend the whole night with me?” He took your hand, quickly turning his back to the others as you guided him to the table.

“If you can get me to stay, then it's a deal.”

“I love betting, you know, you already lost that one.”

“I really hate how cocky you are,” you said after sitting down across the table from him.

“No, you definitely like it, just how I like it when you're mean.”

You let out a nasal laugh when he winked, taking the opportunity to nudge his thigh with your foot. “Does Aegon Targaryen like to be put in his place? Interesting."

Oh fuck. He licked his lips with a smirk. “Just for you, love.”

It will be a long night indeed.

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[unearthlychild34]

I am sometimes smart enough to be able to outrun myself. What a gift.

I have had plenty of people ask me why I hold to my religion in an era when it is becoming passé. I can give lots of pretty reasons, ones that are true and that I even believe, ones I think are enough to satisfy them. I was raised in it, it provides a kind of structure I find valuable, society is better when we believe in principles like love, hope, and justice, even simply that I think it’s true.

Then we get deeper, the things I rarely admit out loud. I’ve seen too much to ever successfully shake it off. As Flannery O’Connor and Graham Greene wrote, I know any attempts to outrun it will only circle me back around. Because at its heart, Ive had too many moments when fate could, or perhaps even should have ended differently. Ended with me being dead. Over and over and over again.

As much as I wish it was selfless, at its heart, I am haunted by the idea that I shouldn’t be here, and I need to understand why. There has to be a why. Especially on the nights when my continuing to live feels like a mistake.

Ive spent my whole life being able to see too much, know too much, feel too much. Everywhere I go, I feel like a harbinger, an omen of doom. It is not doom I create, but I continually find myself situated in places right before chaos breaks out, as old things die and new ones must be born out of the still-screaming ashes. I talk to people who have loved people, places, and institutions which have supported them their entire lives, out of which they build families and identities and homes. I can’t understand what that must be like.

Ive been told before that I have a gift for prophecy, of a kind of intimacy with God in communication. It’s rarely felt like a gift.

I recently found a blog which pondered the relationship between God and his prophets. How they often wished for death, an end to the burden. They wondered if this is why God came down, to find out why these beloved ones wanted to die. If he too grows tired of himself sometimes. Im certainly tired, but I don’t know of what.

People ask me what I want from life. All I can do is scream “meaning” into the void and politely smile as I respond “Oh, you know, Im young, Im not really sure.” Because Im not sure I’ll find it. Im falling in love with a woman who suffocates under the mere idea of organized religion as I consider pursuing seminary. I want to go back to school but know my body can’t handle it, my heart can’t handle it. I might go anyway. Im working a job that lets me see beautiful sunrises, be active and work with my hands, but also meaningfully engage my mind and do something genuinely valuable for my community. Someone else would do it if I didn’t. Maybe I could accomplish more as a college professor. Maybe I could accomplish more as a stay-at-home parent. Maybe I could accomplish more if I devoted my life to research, or wrote inspiring books, or worked in a nonprofit setting. Maybe this is the most good I’ll ever do, right here and now.

Maybe I’ll die tomorrow. Maybe it doesn’t actually mean anything. Maybe my existence is both anomaly and unremarkable, and my continuing presence here is also unremarkable. Maybe everyone is better off without me anyway.

But Im not ready to accept that. So all I can do is keep telling myself that I believe in love, hope and justice for a reason. That it does have meaning. And if God does get sick of himself sometimes, that only means that he understands why I feel so nauseous tonight. And maybe I will someday find that meaning. Maybe not. But I won’t find it if I don’t look.

[izzy-b-hands]

Ongoing PTSD breakdown trauma stuff below the cut, pls ignore, just need to spew it somewhere that like. I know my feelings will be safe to have and type up and whatever. Also, sorta? mild our flag spoilers under the cut bc my brain is a mess and I use characters I love to help metaphor out and explain my own shit so. yeah. that's also a thing here.

Motherfucking random traumatic memory abt Mum fucking. Randomly hitting me while I'm writing fic (for no apparent reason, no idea what triggered my brain to throw this at me when I WAS NEARLY DONE WITH THE FUCKING FIC NO LESS)

So goddamn rude. I'm off my track on the fic now, so I'm setting it aside for the night (we have Ren Faire today (it literally just hit midnight lol), but after that I want to get back to it) and realising I should really write this memory down.

Like. all of the little details about it, the bits of Mum and I and our relationship surrounding it. Both because my brain does tend to shutter some of those things away and makes them hard to get to without it being stupid lengthy a process involving talking out every feeling I'm having with someone else(unless it pulls some shit like tonight, then suddenly it's no fucking problem throwing it all over the place apparently) and because like

I don't know if I could say this one out loud to anyone, but I think I should. Probably a therapist, but it's one of those stupid trauma things of you just Want Someone, Anyone To Know, Now. To acknowledge it and say if it was as fucked up as it feels (bc I will never deny the possibility that I'm being dramatic and it isn't, and I should just. chill the fuck out about it.)

But every time I start trying to type it out I get hit with this wave of a physical response where my arms and wrists and fingers feel like they're clenching up and I Can't type it. And there's a part of me that doesn't want to because if I can see it in letters on a page, then it's real. It's real and it happened and maybe it was as fucked up as it feels like it was and if that's all true then like. it fits with everything else about our relationship that's already fucked up, from the severe (better than it used to be, but I'm sure it's very clear to y'all that it's still Not Good even though I've moved away from her) co-dependence to the emotional incest (fun fact: that term feels like a gut punch every time I hear it, and I've heard it from my therapist more than a few times now over the past 9ish years of treatment.) So I shouldn't be shocked by that or like, upset, right?

Yet I'm here typing this out to put off typing it up, and I'd bet money I don't necessarily have that I'll wind up putting my laptop away, showering, and going to bed without getting it typed. For better or for worse.

Part of the reason I worry so much abt Frenchie this season (aside from that I love him and he's one of my faves and I want nothing but good and happy for him) is because I also subscribe to his 'shove all the fucked up shit you've seen/experienced in a box in your mind and just. Never open it unless you're putting more in there' method of coping (have all my life, it was so weirdly validating to see it onscreen like that explained so plainly) and like. This is me when the box somehow pops open when I didn't mean it to, and I both want Frenchie to be able to process the things that have happened to him but also don't want to see a character I love so much hurt like this. Because it feels like a big stupid gaping open wound in my chest that I'm being entirely too dramatic about, no matter how valid feeling that way abt it might be.

Kind of hope I can just shut the lid on the box so I can get done and go to sleep after I post this. Should I actually type out the memory and everything? I hate to think that the answer my therapist would have given me, if I could afford to be seeing her rn, would be yes. But the thing is, I have fucking Ren Faire tomorrow in my Izzy cosplay (that Housemate says I look good in, which I'll vainly admit I'm rather happy about, even if it is a very inaccurate and homemade cosplay that's missing certain details I can't yet afford to buy), and I don't want to be dealing with any of this for the rest of the night/into tomorrow. I need to sleep so I can go have some fucking fun, for once. I even feel ok to bring my cane with folded in my bag, just in case I need it, bc that would still be in character if I wind up needing to use it. I can count on one hand the times I've had a fun experience where I also felt safe admitting when my body was hurting and using a physical aid to help it get by; I'm not losing this one.

It's not getting typed out, and I need to duct tape that fucking box shut for now.

[aldrichpalermo]

Thinking Out Loud | Riley & Aldrich

Tagging: Riley Moore ( @riley-francis-moore ) & Aldrich Palermo Notes: Riley & Aldrich cash in on the private date. Cuteness ensues :) Triggers: N/A

--RILEY--

Riley was excited to cash in his private date with Aldrich. No mics. No cameras. Just the two of them. Other than having access to the Love Shack, it would be their first real chance to just be together. So the producers told him where they would be able to go, and Riley packed up a couple of blankets for them to sit on. “You ready to go, handsome?” He asked. “They said we have to bring the mics for when we come back, or if there is an issue where we need help. But we can turn them off now.” Riley opened the mic pack and pressed down on the button to turn it off. “It’s actually kind of liberating.”

--ALDRICH--

Aldrich smiled at Riley when he heard his question. "Just about, yes." He removed his mic pack to turn it off and gathered the device all in one hand. Since the two of them would likely have no need for it tonight, he decided not to wear his at all. And then he leaned over to Riley and kissed him on the cheek. "Alright. Now, I'm ready." He grinned and nodded, "It is, yes. I'm glad we get to have something of a normal date tonight. Do you know what we'll be doing?"

--RILEY--

Riley smiled when Aldrich kissed his cheek. “I’m glad we do, too. I asked them to set up a dinner date for us. I’m not sure what kind of food they put out, but there should be a table with covered plates not too far from here.” Riley guessed it was probably something that didn’t need to be heated up too much, like sandwiches or salads. But it would at least be something they didn’t have regularly. “When we are done, we can always take a bit of a walk. I am just so happy I get to be alone with you.”

--ALDRICH--

Aldrich walked with Riley and listened to him, "That sounds nice. I know it doesn't matter what we end up doing. We get some privacy and alone time. Anything else is just a bonus to that. Strawberries on a perfectly iced cake." He grinned and then paused, his bottom lip jutting out a bit, "And now I want cake. I really need to stop talking about desserts while out here." As he chuckled, he explained, "Emmie put doughnuts on my mind and now I've brought up cake."

--RILEY--

Riley laughed at the mention of dessert. “We can just eat a bunch of dessert when we get back home. All of my clothes are too loose on me now, so I feel like eating a million calories will be absolutely fine,” he chuckled. “But really, I’m just glad to have the alone time with you. I also still have that Love Shack key to turn in for…whenever.” Riley knew he was ready to use that at any time. It didn’t take them long to find the table, and he pulled out Aldrich’s seat for him before he sat down. “Even if the food sucks, it will be better than what we normally have.”

--ALDRICH--

Aldrich put a hand to his heart, shut his eyes and threw his head back, smiling, "That sounds like heaven." When he righted his head, he looked to Riley with a grin, "I should tell you now that I have a terrible sweet tooth." At the mention of the Love Shack key, he arched a brow while his lips quirked up in a sly manner, "How could I have forgotten that? I'll be happy to use that whenever you'd like. It'd be fun, and a pleasure to show you all of the ways in which I adore you." When Riley pulled his seat out, Aldrich replied with a genuine, "Grazie, bello," and took a seat with him. "That's true. I'm already so sick of the rice and beans, and I haven't been here as long as you or others have." He started to look at the plates and then asked, "Have I asked you before what your favourite foods are?"

--RILEY--

“I have a bit of a sweet tooth, too. We should find some bakeries and just grab treats and walk around the city. Sounds like a fun date, eh?” Riley smiled. “All the ways? A shame we only have it for one night then,” he smirked. Riley was definitely looking forward to it. It had been a long time since he was intimate with someone. “My favourite foods? Well, before I came here, I was a walking stereotype. I love a good fish and chips platter. Though I don’t think I’ll eat that for a while after we get back. I could also eat my weight in Yorkshire puddings. I know Italian food tastes better than British food, but food from home is so comforting. What’s your favourite?”

--ALDRICH--

Aldrich grinned all over again. "I like that idea. And I can already think of a few places to go to get those treats too." He'd had his favorite places, and knew of some additional places that were great as well, depending on the dessert type. He looked Riley up and down, his grin having softened to a smirk, "I know. But I promise it'll be an unforgettable one." Reaching across the table, he held his hand out for his boyfriend's to hold while listening to him. "I completely understand what you mean about comfort foods from home. Italian is comfort to me, always. But since moving to California, I've become very fond of the Mexican food they have there, particularly in the taquerias and food trucks."

--RILEY--

“I can’t wait to go on a million dates with you when we get back,” Riley smiled. He would normally feel a little self-conscious as Aldrich looked him up and down, but he just felt good about it. He knew they both wanted each other. “I know it will be,” he grinned. Riley squeezed Aldrich’s hand and nodded. “Mexican food is delicious. And I feel like food trucks have some of the best food. You definitely can’t get Mexican food like that in the UK,” he chuckled. Riley lifted up the lid to his plate and was pleasantly surprised by what was there. “Oh! This actually looks good.” It was a salad with some chicken on it, but it was still something different from what they would normally eat. “Not fancy, but I won’t complain.”

--ALDRICH--

With a thrilled grin, Aldrich told Riley, "Likewise, bello. We'll have a lot of fun together, at home and on vacation." He leaned in while bringing Riley's hand to his his knuckles. Whenever the two of them went to The Love Shack, Aldrich promised himself to make good on what he'd just told Riley. He hadn't had sex or any sort of meaningful intimacy with someone in a while, but it made him look forward to the time he'd get with the handsome Brit. "Oh yes, they really do. I'm glad that they have gained more recognition in recent years." He watched as Aldrich took the lid off of the plate and smiled at the tossed salad. "Neither will I. This is a very welcomed change. May I?" he asked, reaching for the utensils in preparation to serve some up for each of their plates.

--RILEY--

Riley was so happy to be on the private date with his boyfriend. It was just one of many they would have. "We will definitely have a wonderful time together. I can't wait to go on vacations with you." He just wanted to get to know the Italian man even more and see him in another setting. "I agree. Nothing wrong with food truck food. Especially because there are some really cool and niche ones," he said. "Oh yes, thank you," he grinned as Aldrich put some food on their plates. "Maybe when I cash in the key, there will be some bubbly in the Love Shack so we can toast."

--ALDRICH--

"Me too. Is there anywhere else you've really wanted to see, besides Italy?" Aldrich was happy to take that trip with Riley and would gladly return there with him any time, but he was curious about any other potential destination vacations the two of them could consider taking in the future. Anything to learn more and spend more time with Riley. "I do like the various themes to them. My favorite is going to events or festivals where they have several food trucks lined up. It's fun to see the different options." Using the utensils, Aldrich served up Riley's plate first, and then his own, lifting his fork to gather up some of the salad. "Oh I hope so. What would you want to toast to?"

--RILEY--

"Hm," Riley thought. "I want to go all over Europe. I've been to Scotland, Wales, Ireland, Northern Ireland, and Spain. But I want to go elsewhere. I also want to go to New Zealand and Australia. And then Mexico, Brazil, some of the Caribbean islands. I just want to travel everywhere," he chuckled. "I like that stuff, too. Food trucks can be really fun," he grinned. "Hm, I want to toast to us to start with."

--ALDRICH--

Hearing the different places Riley wanted to go made Aldrich smile while he ate. It was so nice to have the travel bug in common with him. When his mouth was clear, he told him, "You're going to love the parts of Italy that we'll see. And I'd love to take you to France and Germany. Provence, in the South of France is incredible. The lavender fields are incredible. And Dresden is my favourite city I've seen in Germany. I think you'll love all of the places you want to see, and then some." He was already imagining the two of them jet-setting to various places together, seeing sights and trying new foods, making memories and enjoying local activities. And at the mention of toasting the two of them to start, Aldrich grinned. "That's an excellent start. Anything else?"

--RILEY--

Riley grinned when Aldrich started listing places he wanted to go together. “All those places sound incredible! I really cannot wait to be able to travel with you. I can’t wait to see where you’re from and go to some of the most beautiful places on earth.” He could picture them going all over, taking at least a month to go on holiday. “To… the show and island bringing us together,” he said and thought another moment. “To… us finally having alone time,” he smirked.

--ALDRICH--

"I'm confident you will love it, all of it," Aldrich told Riley with a smile just before eating some more. He was excited to get to do some traveling again, especially after being on the island for almost three months. There was so much of the world to see, to admire and while he had done a lot of vacationing throughout his life thus far, there was a new sort of excitement at the thought of going places with Riley. Hearing the other things he would toast made Aldrich's smile grow a bit, forming a toothy grin by the time he spoke of them having alone time. "Now that certainly deserves a toast." He then half-stood while leaning across the table so that he could plant a kiss on Riley's lips.

--RILEY--

“I’m confident I will, too,” Riley smiled back and ate some more of his dinner. Being on the island didn’t feel like a holiday. He didn’t get to do all the things he wanted to do when he traveled, but he was sure people at work thought he must be relaxed. The truth, not so much. “I thought you might agree,” he chuckled and stood up a bit to meet Aldrich’s lips. When he was done eating, he leaned back a little in his chair and looked at his boyfriend. “You’re so gorgeous. It’s not fair.”

--ALDRICH--

After their kiss, Aldrich sat back and finished eating his food as well. The salad had been perfect--tasty and flavorful, and not a heavy meal that would leave him feeling tired or sloth-like afterward. He was wiping his lips with a napkin when he heard Riley's comment. Both of his thick, dark brows raised. "I... Grazie, but, ehm... Not fair? How do you mean, bello?"

--RILEY--

“You’re welcome. I just mean that you’re so handsome you haven’t left enough beauty for the rest of us,” Riley said. “And I also recognise how lucky I am to be with you. It’s not just that you’re gorgeous. You’re also a wonderful person, and you make me happy.” He reached across the table and took Aldrich’s hand. “I can’t wait to go back to San Francisco with you.”

--ALDRICH--

Aldrich listened to Riley and held his hand when Riley reached across the table for it. But he shook his head, "You are very wrong about not leaving enough beauty. I call you bello, not because it's endearing but because it's true. You are handsome, Riley. Very handsome and beautiful to me. I love your eyes--like two miniature skies for me to enjoy whenever I look into them. I stand by telling you as I did when you asked me if I wanted to be your boyfriend, that your lips are like magnets and rose petals, all at once. I would kiss them all day and all night if I could." He smirked at that but was completely serious in what he said. "And you have this smile that is so infectious." Rising from the table, Aldrich made his way around and knelt beside Riley. "You are beautiful on the inside too--kind, honest, gifted, funny, brilliant, generous and caring. You are more than I could have hoped to find in a friend, lover and partner when I came here." Still holding Riley's hand, Aldrich bent to kiss his knuckles. "You know I am a flawed man, no matter what my looks have to offer. You know of my past. And I am incredibly vain about my appearance. So please, don't consider fairness between us. In my eyes, you have me outdone by far and away with inner and outer beauty. And I cannot wait to go back to San Francisco either. To have more moments like these--moments together to admire all of those qualities of yours, and times alone to worship your outer beauty in ways I haven't had the pleasure to yet."

--RILEY--

Riley felt like the seat was the only thing stopping him from becoming a puddle as Aldrich complimented him. None of his previous boyfriends ever called him such sweet and wonderful things. He just listened to Aldrich and held his hands. “I - Aldrich, you are too wonderful.” He leaned down and put his hands on his boyfriend’s cheeks as he kissed him. “I love you. I am so in love with you, it’s… it’s scary because it makes me feel vulnerable. But it also makes me so happy that I found someone who makes my heart beat out of my chest. You don’t have to say it back, but I just want you to know. Your flaws and past don’t change my feelings. And I wanted to tell you without cameras and microphones.”

--ALDRICH--

The first words out of RIley's mouth made Aldrich smile softly at him. Before he could say anything back, he was meeting Riley's lips, his hands resting on the younger man's knees while happily returning the kiss. The declaration of love sent a hard but welcomed pulsing sensation reverberating through Aldrich's entire body. He could've been knocked right on his ass then and there--which wouldn't have been a far fall at the moment but it certainly would have been embarrassing. Instead, he rose to his feet, taking both of Riley's hands and inviting him to stand too. Aldrich was a little bit misty-eyed but knew it wouldn't go beyond that as he said, "You said I don't have to say it back but I want you to know that I very nearly told you a moment ago that I do love you too." He flashed a small but toothy grin at Riley and then went on. "The only reason why I hesitated was because I thought you deserved something memorable to go with it but... I don't want to keep my feelings from you. You are so special to me and I would give you the world if I could. Or at least some fireworks, chocolate and roses." Aldrich chuckled a little and then went on. "But a flashy declaration doesn't alter anything one way or the other with how much that I love you. Ti amo." Giving Riley's hands a squeeze, he leaned in and kissed his lips. When he pulled away, he repeated, "Ti amo. You have my heart, bello."

--RILEY--

Riley happily kissed his boyfriend back. He always would. Aldrich said his lips were magnetic, but so were his. After he professed his love for Aldrich, he accepted his hands and stood up. Riley smiled widely when his boyfriend said those three words back. He was hoping he would. “I don’t need a flashy declaration. I don’t need fireworks and flowers. I just need you, love. That is memorable for me,” he said and kissed his boyfriend back. “Ti amo,” he repeated. “You have my heart as well.” Riley wrapped his arms around Aldrich’s waist and kissed him again, never wanting to stop.

--ALDRICH--

"You have me," Aldrich promised just before their kiss. He wrapped his arms around Riley's middle and smiled when the love declaration was repeated back to him in his native tongue. He gladly kissed Riley back and deepened the kiss a bit more than before, enjoying the pleasure of his love's affection and their closeness to one another for as long as possible.

[aquiloneblu-000]

Agatha's Grandpa

Some things in life are fucking dark. Just like this bathroom. Couldn't find the light switch, don't even know why the lights were off in the first place; someone else was in there just before me. 

I lean back facing away from the mirror, I'm already getting reflected by the floor tiles anyway. I think they're pink. Dark pink maybe.

I've cleaned myself up, i should be getting out of here. Wonder if he's still there.

These walls ain't shit, i can hear every single thing happening outside. I remember a couple of years back YouTube was full of music edits meant to sound like you were locked in a bathroom in the midst of a party. What kind of party would play arctic monkeys? You only want to listen to them when you're alone, thinking of someone, or when you are actually fucking them.

Sex is such a funny thing. One minute you're enjoying it, the next you think back to what had happened and it is not fun anymore. Are you ok what happened did i do something. You didn't do anything wrong stop worrying. Stop looking at me like that. Can't have pity for what you've never known. 

It's just that some things in life are fucking dark. Maybe I should just tell him that. I think he could understand. He looked confused. Shouldn't have done this.

Someone's knocking at the door.

I get up, straighten my clothes, my hair.

I get out of that god awful dark pink bathroom and into the party. I don't know the songs they are playing. Something about sex for sure. God it is always there. Sex sex sex and sex again. We should have just kissed. Just a kiss and then pretend that nothing happened. That's what friends do i think. Never had a friend like him.

I try my best to walk in a straight line, anything to seem composed. It shouldn't be so hot. It's fucking december. January now. God I'm drunk.

Down the wooden stairs there's the door, open, the air of a new year filling out the crowded room in all of its twirls, twisting upon itself.

I grab a coat; just now it got cooler. I should go outside. I look for my cigarettes, open a new package. It's so goddamn cold the lighter won't start, it's almost frustrating really.

"Do you want me to light it for you?" Said this girl. "Your hands are shaking. Mine shake all the time too, it's a real bummer, you know? Well i suppose you do."

I let her do her thing. Thank you.

She's still talking to me. Are you okay do you need some water.

"I'm good" i say. "You don't look too good yourself" after i have actually looked at her. She was right, her hands were pretty shaky. She had long bony fingers. Veiny.

She laughs a bit. "Yeah i did something kinda dumb".

"No shit, me too." I confess. "Do you want one?" I ask shaking the package.

"Was about to ask."

She lights a cigarette and her eyelids slowly meet each other as she exhales.

She asks me what I've done. I tell her i slept with one of my best friends.

"Was she good at it?" She asked

"He's a man." I say

"Oh that's cool. I slept with a woman."

"Tonight?" i ask.

"Yeah." She doesn't say anything else. 

We sit on the porch, smoking rather slowly. There's no hurry in going back in there. I wonder what he's doing.

We're not the only ones out, a bunch of people in small groups, some talking annoyingly loud, waving their hands with their cigarettes attached; in the dead of night they look like little lighthouses gone mad: waving erratically and signaling the ships lost in the endless blanket of mist that will cover us all up until march. 

Me and the girl are lighthouses too except we're sitting still. I wonder what she's thinking about. 

"Are you thinking about that girl?" I ask.

I'm not looking at her but i can feel the fresh breath of her gaze.

"Who? The one i fucked in the bathroom?" She gets a bit cocky, a bitter smile.

"The bathroom with the pink tiles?"

"Why? And also yes".

"No shit. I just used it."

"Well isn't this a small world."

"Is she a friend?"

She seems amused. "Why do you care?"

I don't think I do, I just want to be reassured that someone is having a worse night than I am.

"No, i met her tonight for the first time"

Damn her.

"It seems ideal really. That's what i prefer, at least".

"Oh wow. So cool" i think she's teasing rather than straight up insulting me. I'm just being honest why would she be insulting? It's less embarrassing if you don't care about their opinion.

I tell her just that, she makes a humming sound.

"I'm not really good at that." She says. "My attention span is devastatingly short, it takes a lot for a stranger to entertain me enough to hook up with them". She's wearing a sly smile.

"Wow."

"Yeah i know how pretentious it sounds" she huffs, looking a little embarrassed. There's no need for that though, i think i get it.

I'm the exact opposite. My attention span is so mortifyingly short that anybody can get between my legs. Or let me in theirs, though it only happens on rare occasions. 

Apparently we agreed upon mutual silence that we would stay outside a little longer. I go for another cigarette, mostly to keep myself occupied. She wants to be occupied as well and starts talking. I don't mind, really. She's being nice. Maybe she gets it.

I'm actually starting to feel better. Maybe i never felt bad in the first place. Yeah that seems right. Overreacting as usual. I just liked him. I like him. I think he liked it. Who the hell knows what he thinks now. Where is he anyway? He said there was a girl hitting on him. He said that when he came looking for me. That's got to mean something.

Yeah that's it. It didn't happen because of all of that. I freaked out because i liked him. Think i was in love with him up until an hour ago. Crazy what a pair of unzipped pants can do…

I ask the girl her name, guilty of not paying attention. Has she already told me? 

"Agatha" she says. "It's a good name. It's great. But it makes me feel old." Chuckles.

I like that name. "There's nothing wrong with being old" i point out. "My grandad is one of my best friends". I say 

"My grandad has dementia i think. Poor guy, i truly love him. I do."

"Oh. I'm sorry" i start dating something else but I'm not really sure what.

She just shrugs. I guess it happens. Yeah it does. 

Sometimes i lose my memory as well. All of those moments i had lost coming back in dreams rolling through roundabouts and back alleys. Dirty dirty dreams. I remember now. It's not that bad. I'm not that dirty. How much filth doeas Agatha have under her skin, i wonder.

"What's a young person name then?" i ask her instead. She looks at me for a while and then i notice her stare is actually blank. She is really thinking about it, playing with a strand of hair and biting her left cheek.

"Probably Anna. It still starts with an A and it is a palyndrome, which is funny. "

"It's not that funny" i point out

"Well it doesn't have to be hilarious!" She says back, amused, her voice slightly higher.

I don't remember how we got to walking around the garden. I'm sobering up slowly, a courtain opening up to shame. 

The place is nice though. Green. Blue. It got easier to see the stars once the air cleaned up a little. Stars and lots of hills, hills up until the end of the world. They are green just like this one. Earthly sibilings i guess. They are green with loads of orange: houses, lights. So many people awake. I won't ever meet them. Maybe some. I probably will never meet the ones Agatha will.

Down this hill lies our city. There's my mom somewhere asleep, i hope she's with dad. Who knows where my sister is. Should i call her? 

We get to the top, a small wooden fence guarding the area, making sure nobody rolls down. Behind us there's woods. 

Agatha has told me lots of stuff. She knows a lot of gossip about the people here but she only tells me about the people she doesn't like. Serves them right. There's this guy fucking the best friend of the girl he's going out with; this other chick is cheating on her boyfriend; one 'fucking asshole piece of shit' almost molested one of her friends. Fucking asshole piece of shit. And then she says the girl she slept with (even though they weren't in a bed or even horizontal for all that matters) tried to touch her even when she kept saying no. Agatha slapped her so hard her glasses flew out of her face. 

Yeah, she gets it.

I tell her about him. I tend to do that a lot. Talk about him, that is. I truly hope he doesn't mind. 

I was the one who started it, but he kissed me first, he'd been a real fucking gentleman about it. Really, he was. He looked at me with smiling eyes. His eyes are blue. Of course they are, and his hair is blond. He looked at me like that and he leaned in gently, asking for permission with the time it took for his lips to place onto mine. I was smiling as well. 

Should have kept it like that. 

At least among all the orange around me there's gotta be someone that did the same thing as me tonight. Or tomorrow or ten years ago. I truly don't believe in originality anyway. He's the only one who's different.

"Why is he?" She asks.

"He just is. You'd see it if you met him. It's all in his eyes. I think he knows something nobody else does."

"I think everybody does. But you only see it in him because it's him. Or maybe it's him because you see it."

"That's not true. Think of how many bland people there are in the world"

"Thanks. I'm pretty fucking bland but i know that i have something nobody else does. Just like everybody else." She says "I watched Fight Club in eighth grade, maybe that's why I don't believe in individuality. But I'm still a big individualist. Oh yes, damn right i am. I am the only real person in my life just like you are the only real person in yours. We don't really exist to each other. I'm glad i met you and all of that but how can i be sure you are real? It takes enough strength to convince myself that i am. Don't you ever just want to go to sleep?"

She stops for a second.

"Stop saying that" i plead. "Just don't. I can't hear this shit I'm sorry." 

"No man, I'm sorry. Really. It's dumb. I said some dumb shit. Sorry."

"That's okay" i mumble. "It's okay," i repeat.

[the-firebird69]

And he's right this guy mad cuz having a problem and systemic and they're everywhere in the idiots won't go away and they're bothering Biden and man they just keep on coming in and bothering everybody and they are a pile of idiots they have no idea what they're talking about so we're going around getting rid of tons of them and they have to do their share but boy they're running around saying the stupid s*** and Austin I decided something I need them out I need them out now I don't want to deal with this anymore I don't want the same stupid questions every day that they've been asking for years to be asked I don't want them talking to us like we're nothing I got to give them the hell out of my face and he says they're going to be banished we have to focus on this cesario and we have to focus on the hurricane heist and we focus on Cuba in the top gun program and then they're done after under siege so I understand what you're saying I like it and we're going to go ahead with it and you're right they'll be banned from here and they'll be real loud and the max will be forced to deal with them and foreigners so what they're doing is total s*** let's sit here and say why are we annoying again oh good yeah that's how you get stuff you annoy someone to hate you.. I'm putting a call out to ours right now to send people in to shut them the hell up there's too many of them

Tonight starts a weekend series it hasn't been mentioned yet and it is the hellraiser series these people made so much noise and raised so much curiosity we need to know what they're up to and Timmy Doyle says good and we say it's not really good if it happens to you and we've been encouraged because of people threatening my husband to do things to him constantly with fishing hooks are a bunch of losers they hardly catch any fish and there's tons of them out there now and all 30 in probably have 50,000 people out there tonight and night fishing is not legal in punta Gorda or Port Charlotte unless you have a special permit and the only issue so many. It's going to be a heck of a night because the hellraiser series begins near here and yes it's in Miami and it's for the first movie and it's by Clive Barker and it's supposed to be someone you know and it's not someone who's here it's one of my clan who with all high probability his head is in the tron facility and you want to know about it and what it is and he doesn't want to tell you cuz you're researching us and we don't want your researching us and the hellraiser box is a key and you've seen the squares and you don't even look at them you have too much to do to sit there you want to sit there yelling at each other

*and another series of starting this very big and that is Doctor who and he was wearing the outfit and he's one of the doctors and he doesn't remember doing the series that much but it was him and he was one of the original doctors he doesn't look like that he looks like a proper British person with black hair and now he's starting to remember it and he did a lot of episodes now like two or three and hand it off to the guy that he looks like or just someone else and that's Trump and they're going to run around and do these movies and they're going to get their ass handed to them and say they're traveling in time and they'll set everybody up and. Peace clothing and stuff and starts a fad and they go after each other doing it and it's very ridiculous

*there's also three or four other series that I was interested in mentioning and it's because it's very pertinent to what's happening one of them is the Scooby-Doo movies and you're seeking ghosts and what you find are demons and you find a bunch of them and that leads into the Ghostbusters series which actually does yes start with the afterlife movie and you're introduced to some of the characters one of them is my husband's slimer and he's the one eating the steel it's for armor he goes around beating people up. And there's a few more but that's the beginning of the whole series of Ghostbusters in New York and everything happens real fast in like 2 days and then the bane versus Batman and then the ship leaves and the places buried it's like within a week from now so threatening the social security. And also a serious it's kind of unrelated but it is a little bit not much is Land of the Lost and it begins with Jurassic Park the last movie and up in Alaska and the Bering strait and the bearing Sea and it is about finding dinosaurs and somehow they're breaking them out of the ice no they're finding them up there and they're trying to get them out and they're huddled together and a lot of them are dying and they're up there now and they're broken out by the storm no actually it happens after the storm and it starts to warm up up there and then they get broken out but it's really the shipping exhaust and you can't get the storm going again and it's pretty soon it's already starting to warm up here and the freeze out has stopped but the whole West Coast was frozen solid and most of it had ice in it and a lot of buildings are broken and they're going to collapse shortly and that's probably what part of 2012 the movies about but then again ships are going to come out of there along the your ships you put there and you want to destroy your own City because you're a pigs yeah that's why. And after the 2012 series I was thinking what actually happens and there's some really big changes all over the world and you start going underground a little and there's nowhere to go really but you keep trying and one of the movies is journey to the center of the Earth and it's in New Zealand and you find some stuff down there amazing stuff about 100 miles down and you keep going in about a thousand miles you decide to go back up and the guy can't as he's ascending the encounter tons of resistance and it's from monsters and they find out who and what they are and they're very deep and they're hiding from humanity and he raps on them and even now he's telling them cuz he found them and he put it in his music video cuz he's already seen them in New Zealand and they're stopping him from accessing the ship and he says your mom is one of them and I said she's stuck in one of their bodies and it's your country that did it and he went oh Trump and company. There's a few things wrong with this reaction no he doesn't remember it or didn't have much to do with it sometimes I didn't trust them to do stuff it's not there much in the movie. And it appears to be a victim too but they thought they're getting smarter that's why they did it.

There's a whole slew of movies and shows coming out it's a giant giant bunch of movies and shows and the best thing to do he says is to try and broadcast the big ones and the ones you're interested in and I'm doing that and keep on track on the ones that are happening I'm going to do that now.

Right now we have cesario and a lot of people don't know which episode it is it's the one with the tunnels and Dan and the other two get shot or three days on the final night after the money is moved there's still trying to get the ship and cheeseman and is fighting everybody off so they leave them up there alone. And my husband gives him the bad news they're all looking to do this money thing that's true too and they said it earlier than they said they're not and it's the IRS stuff and it would draw your IRS agents first and they want to do that and tons and tons of them are caught off guard and they're stuck in the DC area but there's more of them overseas and all over the place and they start coming in and to rebuild and they blame our my husband and saying that we gave money and look what happens and it's ridiculous people known about it for years.

We have a status report request and here it is there's a huge amount of people watching our son I mean my husband that is thank you and they are all aggravated because he's constantly annoyed by these bugs constantly annoyed because the temperature is wrong uncomfortable because of his balls and warts and all sorts of things there's always wrong and they hate it and they don't like the show because they keep on doing it to him and it's starting to hit these idiots they should be it's ridiculous they're juvenile delinquency need to be straightened out and the evil people tomorrow to my husband and the status is that on his status and mine is not okay

And he says if we get on track will be fine we all have to stop complaining about people who are total idiots and cannibals and get rid of them and they're not going to do what we say not the way we were talking about they're not going to open what we're saying right away out loud and so forth it's going to be difficult and that's the way it is I agree with that in the statement we're going to work now and that's what works and we're having the movie

*cesario and it is a great piece of work tonight is the tunnel and they go up to the states and they fight and they go back down late night and they're fighting the whole time that they're doing it and they're fighting over the ship and the money and they think that there's a secret or something or there could be and they want to check and they also just wants a ship. And tomorrow it leads into tomorrow to get up early and it is a day that they find everybody in tune to the wall and it's gross and they say it's getting back and the kids for the kids find their own in there and the clones of the trumps are the ones that did it so he's going to have a bad attitude tonight they both are and they say it's because you're fighting over the ship but they're going to be fighting out there all night long and yeah John remillard is going to be out there and Mack and the inches back and it's actually the first time and he shoots a different jefe and it's not a Mac but that guy goes after him down there too everybody he shoots starts having their army beat up his and they go back down and they're fighting all day long and they have several shootouts and it is actually a day too it's not the finale and it ends when they come back across the border and they go back down on day three and that's when they go down with the Humvees and everything and they have those actually they'll have those tomorrow and they go down there and do that show so it could be the finale tomorrow and I'm told it might be and he wants everyone to push to make it happen and we see why and he says this and Thor Freya the door is open for us to go in there and do something, and he means Florida and we're going to do it and they're all going to Mexico tonight is the tunnel scene and it is the fighting all night long and tomorrow morning is the house scene and then towards the afternoon they're all shooting each other and it's the Humvee scene and they have the money and it is the border scene no but that happens tomorrow so it's true they fight all night and it's not the military scene they're driving around and Matt gets picked up so she's right and he lost a little bit there and he gets injured and he puts more hits on him cuz he hasn't gotten hurt he hasn't gotten shot yet in Mexico City and that happens Wednesday they go back down Wednesday morning it does actually when the house scene is and it start fighting like hell because the kids won't revenge and tomorrow they're fighting but it's kind of mediocre but Wednesday they find the house and they get them out and they get information about Trump some about Tommy f and the end of fighting him very hard and they started winning and beating him up and that goes through the movie and the Humvees drive around all day Wednesday shooting each other grabbing people losing people catching up with people and it is with John remillard getting shot and the money and the whole bunch being transported to Utah and there there going to bring them to a Superman and Superman prison and they get Dave right they crash in Vegas and that would be tomorrow late evening Pacific time and that's what's going on there and on oh that's the day after tomorrow then on Thursday muto comes to Rex City. And that was Thor Freya and they narrated and it's what's going to happen with this particular flick it's the biggest thing happening now so we have today tomorrow and Wednesday and then it is going to be into Thursday night oh no it's Wednesday night into Thursday morning and the money moves and that's what we think might happen it's not really set in the Stone and then it will be hurricane heist and Cuba and but after the top gun which takes a couple days and that's all over

It's a couple more movies and these guys do some stuff one is the action Jackson series that sets off a whole bunch of movies like The Expendables and the losers which is he has some movie The predator series and there's a couple more and he's in those films and he gets beat up really bad and it isn't Garth is actually a black guy and it's horrible because he starts all the stuff off causes so many problems

Another film that starting tonight and we mentioned earlier is mad Max I want to mention it again cuz they're out there doing something and it's very rude and it's like this crew here and they're proving what they're all about and what they're after and why they're very rude and they go out to the desert and they're looking for a hole and I'm looking for entrances that are people use or forces they say and we go in and out of and they're trying to send nukes down to contaminate them and so they can't go out that particular entry or exit that's what they're doing it's kind of lame it's kind of stupid but that's what they're doing and I hate to say it but that's really not what you want to be doing and this is because we're around that area and we want to grab something this is so what they go around and takes 2 minutes more and they keep on trying it so I thought that sounds suspicious and it does and you're trying to collapse the tunnels on top of us and say we're down there and we say it's probably Tommy f but that's okay you can tell him and that's why he's down there with you and he's actually playing the part of the good guy who's not mad Max and he drives the whatever it mustang or something so you guys are probably doing that to him which is normal you're at war and he doesn't want you to

There's a lot of people around here with a very bad attitude and they say murder all the time and want stuff and nobody gets it to him and they keep saying it and doing it and they think it'll break somehow and someone would do it for him so I'm making a list of people we should get rid of and it is the last leg of the morlock and really they do need to step off and it's going to take probably another week and then they're out of here but in the process of them getting pushed out huge numbers of them will die and it's because they're going after things like ships and the Tron cycle facilities and what they think of ships and diamonds and gold and more

Hera Zues

They're actually going after the Midwest as well believe it or not and Tommy boy and dumb and dumber begin and it's not tomorrow it's the day after it's true tomorrow is them just running around shooting each other without their military garb and they do grab the military stuff and after they all get grabbed they're defeated by Trump and it's running around celebrating here tomorrow afternoon it's not even that late it's like 4:00 and they start coming down on him and they come back and then they find out about the people and they beat on him all night and they go out there and grab their people and part of the reason why they find them as we think that Dan and Jason and her get shot and they try and take them there the trumpsters do and the max figured it out and it's all over cuz of that you can try tomorrow night we think.

And that results in a lot of death in Mexico tons of people are after that ship and it's because they think they see a shape and all this other crap it's just b******* instead of the people are trying to get ships and they're after the trumps for locations and easy prey and things like that and they usually and foreigners are coming up tomorrow they're using it as an excuse the trumps and the other idiots and the foreigners are coming up in numbers tomorrow and they're coming across the ocean the Chinese will break through and they're sick and tired of hearing about people knocking off cheap motorcycles. And it's probably going to happen anyways but. The Midwest is going to be attacked tonight they say and for our indiscretions and really they're going after Tommy f and his position is there and they are going to fight tonight over the remaining stashes and cashes and really there's only two of the local stashes and caches and two of Trump's areas and Trump's areas are devastated and we're moving in tonight to take them over and there's 20 to 30 areas that are decent sized in about 18 decent size stash areas for taking over or ripping out and 10 medium sized and a whole bunch of small ones are pulling out that's pretty much it for his stuff almost and he's out of the parks completely we control them and we put in stuff there big huge towers as we described and there's more going on yes there's a huge attack in the upper Northern North American continent and that's because the two ships are one of the East and one in the West are trying to cause a storm they've been circling for hours and it's not working and they don't understand why it's very cold up there and they can't get the storm to start moving and so they tried to make the storm happen today about 50 times by changing it up and it didn't work at all so stopped their engine and they went to space and they sat there looking at it it's like this huge area of cold air and started dissipating and going north and they said they'd have to wait and start over well midday tomorrow they started over and the foreigners attacked them ruthlessly and almost blow them out of the sky and they're telling him stop stop and they say move now and they actually do and yeah they go to South Africa again and they're losing more ships and people think it's Jason I think it's good they'll be cast and stuff that's not true that causes a huge land war it's causing one tonight and up in Norway Denmark and Sweden it goes on a very shortly because they have another storm they're trying to make up there and it's a war and it wages on for a few hours before tomorrow and it's it's halted but that's what we say it probably goes on till the one here is stopped and then stop that there's a couple more in Northern Russian one in Greenland and they do have to fight in them and there's a war in space to get to them and it's large and the foreigners have a huge fleet and they devastating Tommy f that he's cut in half again and he has 20 million stone chips now and he ends up at 10:00 and people start attacking the blockade which has 5 million stone chips all of them are about 1 to 5 mi so they're pretty big but still it's not that many and then he'll only have black ships and they're not as hard to defeat and there's certain circumstances in space they're difficult but other than that no and he'll start threatening like crazy and we'll have to be there.

&&---&&&The stashes and caches.... Of Trump's have disappeared and we name three or four places then about five more I told him about 10 places where they are in caverns and the others moved as well two large caverns in different places on the Earth and several of them are and there's about eight more that we didn't list and we did this to Tunisia but there's more there's under the Congo and he says we did list it and we actually did but there's one in South Africa actually in South Africa this one in Florida and it's in the glades and we talked about that but that's where they move stuff there's one in Brazil south of the balls and there's one in Australia New Zealand this one really big caverns they're hundreds of miles long and hunters miles wide in those islands this one in Madagascar that's 300x200 and we mentioned these but people are not there and that's where the spheres went and Billy z is trying to move them around and then pull them down and he's trying to eliminate armies so he can do that. And that's where the spheres have went and the white gold and a whole bunch of lasers new tech and jams and Ruby's and tons of stolen stuff military hardware and a lot more just a lot more stuff that was taken the same stuff is moved tons of gold bullion and it's incredible there's a massive amount of it and computer designs all sorts of things and it is underway now that people are moving to those there's a few more and Malaysia has a huge one and it's almost the whole island the Philippines too almost the whole island Puerto Rico Cuba Haiti Bermuda all those places have a cavern each that's at least 20 by 30 by 400 mi long humongous right offshore the one here in Florida is small it's supposed to be an illusions and they're trying to take that stuff to arm the cannons and other here lake Okeechobee to try and fire on Mars and that's their plan and trying to run it now. And what they say we're helping by announcing the stuff I don't think so. We're prepping for war and we have a lot of stuff out and we're getting more and we are fighting them and we're pulling out ships everywhere there's a huge conflict in New Jersey over the Harvesters giant numbers of people are now going there and there's a huge conflict in Northern Massachusetts and they're going after Galactus again and they didn't even fight them last time and I think they see a huge ship and they probably do it's about 500 miles at the face some said it goes up to 900 miles and it does and some say they said something about 4000 miles wide down below and that's the midsection it's about 8,000 miles long and that's Galactus ship and Galactica and they are gigantic okay they're huge giants just imagine if they're 100 miles high the ship is not really that big and they're a little bit bigger than that and you haven't seen anything this big before and there's tons of people going now other locations or hot spots are the tortugans and the ship they found there they think it's about 500 miles at the front and it goes up to a thousand miles and they see a midsection about 5,000 miles wide it's really about 7,500 and it is around 10,000 miles long huge huge ships that's what they think's there with massive Giants guarding them no they're grabbing your stuff and outfitting the ships.

Several more locations like that were discovered today and it was because the announcement of where they are actually they went to each and every one of them and they found what they think is a huge ship off Australia they saw the huge ship and they see Giants big huge giants in their nasty looking and they're cracking but they're humanoid and they look like the outriggers if they found in New Zealand or a whole bunch of monsters that look like azog apocalypse like looking monsters and that's what they are and they're from Africa and it's our father and mother and their Caju that's where they are, azog and bulge decide to try and disguise themselves as them to try and infiltrate and they fail miserably in their army is cut in half they do that in the future in about 2 or 3 weeks no it's in about 1 week or less and these Giants are gigantic and very powerful and one blow in your ship is cut in half if it's 5 miles from their fist. There's a ton of people going down there now there's some more ships that were found off Madagascar there's a huge one with more apocalypse monsters or humanoid monsters really and they look like darkseid and and characters like them even Thanos looks like when and they kick ass. And they're destroying competition and destroy it and there's a few more areas they think our ships one of them is California and that wouldn't be so big it would be too big for them to imagine they're going after the sickle and that's what Dan and Trump are after and the others and they're getting their ass handed to them by other people and there's a huge number out there about 450 octillion an hour and go out and fight and die and up in Northern California about the same number there's a huge number of people who migrate to the upper Midwest to look for the necromonger ships our son mentioned it's a giant war up there about 300 octillion an hour and is several other ships around the globe when is Ireland and there's a huge fight over the island between Mac and cork actually Mac and morlock and giant losses on both sides and they're actually enemies and it's going on now and that's why they ban them from here so they can try and get the laser done and they try and break in so often that they can't do anything with the laser. There's a lot of fighting all over the world tonight there's going to be huge losses on S side and tomorrow there's going to be much more it's going to heat up over in California in the area there so to all who are not on right now which is not us we're all up and try and rest but it's really really horrible what's going on

Thor Freya

Can hear a lot of idiotic comments here and we have to come in here and clean up so he can sleep a little

Hera

We're doing that now and I'm sending a lot of units in

Olympus

I thank you and he does need to help now

Hera