#and be engaged in conversation but it never works!

[mzzledmutt]

—BLIND DATE

starring.ᐟ katsuki bakugou x reader

synopsis.ᐟ “a social engagement or date with a person one has not previously met.” After neglecting his personal life for so long, Pro-hero Dynamight, also known as Katsuki Bakugou, can no longer run form the inevitable. With the help of his nosy parents, Katsuki ends up on a blind date with you.

warnings.ᐟ SMUT, fem!reader, pro hero!katsuki, first blind date, drinking, fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation, creampie, biting, marking, hair pulling, pet names (excessive use of princess), slight man handling, bakugou is a softie at heart, praise, slight softdom!katsuki, breeding

word count.ᐟ 4.8k words

m.mutt 𐂯 please enjoy my brainrot!!

KATSUKI Bakugou was known for many things. His boisterous personality. His bulky, intimidating stature. His impressive and powerful quirk. His less than family-friendly language and his hatred of paparazzi.

You would think being in the spotlight since 15, he would be used to it at this point. Maybe even indulge from time to time but, it’s never been his thing. He makes that fact well-known, constantly. Written and spoken interviews, press conferences, and award ceremonies, he will remind everyone to mind their own business. Especially when it comes to his personal life.

New photos and videos always arrive of the hero, dressed in alleged disguise, flipping off and yelling at the paparazzi. Especially when they get too close to his family and friends. One of his most iconic videos is of his poor father attempting to calm down both his large, rowdy son and his equally rowdy, yet smaller wife.

This strong distaste for the prying eyes and cameras belonging to paparazzi, unfortunately, takes a hard toll on his love life.

Their obsession with publicizing his entire life has forced his hand in many situations. That and the exclusive life he is now forced to lead. One of the biggest downsides of being a hero is the increase in difficulty in your love life.

These few relationships he’s had have all ended one of two ways.

One, in a ball of fury and tears. As a pro hero, Katsuki is often spotted with many people. Typically, people he knows. In bars and restaurants, caught conversating and drinking. Those candid moments are always being televised, even without his knowledge.

Suddenly, his after-work drink with a few friends is skewed and Dynamight is allegedly dating pro-hero Uravity. Resulting in arguments and watching as his partners stormed away.

Two, the spark simmers out. Coming home to put on a front feels exhausting as the days tick by, they both know it. It’s only inevitable until someone’s bags are packed. They’ll cry, holding hands on his couch as he speaks. They’ll go for a hug, only to realize now isn’t the time and leaving is the better option. Soon his apartment is quiet again, leaving him alone.

All of it has turned him away from the dating scene. He’s young and green, with plenty of time to settle down. Except, the consistent pestering from peers, fans, and his own parents is draining. Balancing his hero life, personal and love life all at the same time, was nearly impossible.

“I’m not going out with some chick you designed a dress for!”

“Just give it a try, you brat.”

Katsuki groans, his head rolling back at Mitsuki’s pestering. They were currently sitting in his childhood kitchen, eating brunch as they usually did on Sundays. “You have no idea, you could find the love of your life!” His father chimed in, attempting to add support.

“Maybe you’ll finally give me a grandkid.” Katsuki cringes, shaking his head at his mother’s words. “Look, as your parents we just want what’s best for our little boy. Even if you’re a hulking mountain a man now.”

“I think you should give it a try, she was a sweet girl too. Very well mannered.” Masaru pipes up in Katsuki’s silence.

“Look, just give it a shot. I’ll give you her number and you two can work things out. If things don’t work out you can always try again.” She sips at her hot tea, eyes fluttering shut due to the steam.

“And if I say no?”

“Why do you have to be so incredibly difficult?” Mitsuki scolds as he swirls his spoon in his tea. “Why do you have to be so incredibly annoying?” He muttered followed by a swift pop to the head.

“Ow! Shit!”

That’s how he ended up in this high-end lounge, awaiting a random woman his parents vouched for. He nursed a glass of whiskey, looking over their messages on his phone. Their conversation was rather bland, nothing incredibly enticing but, everyone doesn’t connect over text.

After some time, from his spot at the bar, he sends her another text. It’s only fifteen minutes, there could be traffic. He closes the messenger, choosing to scroll through his social media feed. Occasionally, he lifted his head scanning the area.

It wasn’t a quiet night, the place was bustling with conversation and laughter. Twenty minutes late.

He sent another text.

Everyone is secluded in their worlds, eating snacks and conversing with their loved ones. Their loud conversations exceeded the confinements of their seats. Katsuki was growing impatient.

Thirty minutes late. He’s already attempted to call, being sent straight to voicemail. Was this a joke? Had his parents set him up for some reason?

Glowering red eyes linger across the bar, noticing a figure he had seen earlier. Dressed in a sleek, black dress and nursing a martini between manicured nails. And another text.

Each time he looked in search of his alleged date, his eyes wandered back over to you. Watching as you pitifully looked around, maybe in search of someone like him. His eyes shut as he grimaced watching you pout. Your full, glossed lips jutted out with sadness.

He goes to pick up his phone and sends another message before, shutting the device off. Nearly an hour and a half late, he wasn’t that desperate to pester someone who didn’t care.

“Excuse me.” He calls the bartender. It didn’t seem like this mystery woman would be appearing any time soon so, might as well take a chance. “Lady at the end of the bar,” He gestured toward you. “Another of what’s she’s having, from me.” The man nods, heading off to prepare the new drink.

Katsuki grins seeing your reaction. Confusion washed over your face for a moment before you were directed towards him. Eyes locking for the first time that night. You smile and wave, he reciprocates nonchalantly.

Soon, his whiskey is finished and another is placed before him. “From the lady.” The bartender smiles, pointing his gaze to you once more. You raise your glass in solidarity, your beautiful smile still on display. He raises his glass, as a sort of distant cheers, taking a swig right away.

He watches as your gaze falls to the background, peering around the dim bar before you rise from your seat. Katsuki anxiously shifted in his seat, unsure of where you were going but, his anxiety didn’t settle as you stride over to him.

“Hi.” One word and he’s hooked. Your melodic voice wrapping itself around his brain and heart. “Hey, care to sit?” He offers the seat beside him. “Gladly.” You’re nervous, curt responses give you away along with the slight tremble in your hand.

“What are you doin’ here, beautiful?” He’s starting bold, liquid courage providing him strength. “I was supposed to be on a date. He hasn’t shown.” He ashamedly smirks. “Funny enough, I got stood up too.” He down the rest of his drink.

“What’s your name?” You answer sweetly, a bright smile on your face. He shared it, almost subconsciously. “I’m Bakugou Katsuki—“

“I know who you are. Everyone knows who you are. I’m surprised everyone is being so calm right now honestly.” You laugh and his heart skipped a beat, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a while.

“Places like these are used to seeing pros, they get over it.” He replies, leaning against the bar top. “Not every day one-half of the wonder duo walks through those doors.” You reason, a smug smirk on your face as if knowing you’d won.

“Touché.” You giggle, a sweet sound he yearns to hear again. “Did you enjoy your martini?”

“It was delicious. Thank you, again.” Well-mannered and gorgeous. “Anything for a pretty girl like you.” You flush, thanking him profusely. He orders you both another round, choosing to carry on the conversation.

As you two spoke he fell deeper and deeper into infatuation. “I’m the newest assistant for your friend, Chargebolt. This is only my third month at the agency and I’m tired.” You sip at your drink. “Really? Been so busy I haven’t had a chance to make the trip. Can’t be an easy job though, knowin’ Kaminari.”

“It’s not the most difficult task in the world but, I do have to keep my eye on him like a toddler.” You share a laugh at the comparison.

The conversation shifts to your personal lives. Lamenting on your lack of a love life, work beginning to consume your free time. How your close friends and family have urged you to get out of your shell. Which led to this night.

His hand lays over yours as he showers you with compliments. Deflecting anytime your humble attitude attempted to shut him down. He complimented your dress, you tried to brush him off claiming that the piece was old and unflattering.

“Well, I think that dress is absolutely stunning.” His hand grasps yours, and you reciprocate. “I should know, my ma’s a designer.” He’s almost smug in saying that as if his association with a designer made him the judge of all fashion.

“I’m aware, I’ve browsed her catalog since I was little.” The way your eyes light up talking about particular garments his mother fashioned that she always dreamed of owning. “I think you’d look gorgeous in just about anything.”

“Are you flirting with me Katsuki Bakugou?”

The question hangs in the air for a moment. The two of you leaning into each other's spaces unknowingly. He could smell your sweet perfume from her, the scent filling his senses. “I am, is that alright?”

“It is.” Your eyes flicker down to his lips as you lick your own before sitting back in your seat. Katsuki’s already hooked, still leaning into your space as if entranced by you. He leans back, stuck in an unfamiliar haze of attraction.

That haze seemed to slow the time as he checked his watch seeing he had been chatting with you for nearly four hours. It was dark outside, patrons still lingering in the lounge.

“Hey, it’s getting late.”

“Is there anything I can get you? A ride home? Maybe a nightcap?” The last part was slightly rushed as if he were embarrassed. “A nightcap sounds good, I’m off tomorrow anyway.” The wink you give him doesn’t go unnoticed making his stomach tighten. “Excuse me, can I close our tabs?”

“You don’t have to.”

“Please, let me. Besides that jerk should’ve been here paying anyway.” You sit in silence as he closes you both out of the night and thank him as he helps you to your feet. Bakugou drapes his big coat over your shoulders, holding out a hand which you graciously take.

The contrast of the warmth of the bar and the chilly night air flushes your cheeks. You’re thankful to the hero for his warm coat. “Your hands are really warm.” You mutter as you both stride down the sidewalk.

Katsuki’s notices before you. The stares. People turn to whisper to each other as he walks beside you. Soon, there are flashes and cheers of his name. He rolls his eyes out of annoyance, holding onto your hand tighter as he moves faster. “Can ya’ keep up, princess?”

A small swarm of fans and paparazzi crowd the couple, snapping photos and begging for an interview. He barks orders at them to leave you alone, keeping your face obscured from their ravenous gaze. You blindly follow, rather unphased by the crowd around you.

Before you, a sleek, exquisite sports car sat with flashing headlights. Katsuki opens the passenger door, still blocking you from view as he helps you inside. Once the door is shut, you’re concealed by his dark tint. “Can’t you guys just fuck off, for one night?” It was a rhetorical question, more to himself than the people around him.

He waves at fans along the street, ignoring the money-hungry reporters behind him as he opens his own door and settles into his vehicle.

“I’m so sorry.” He’s met with a soft laugh and a gentle touch to his hand. “Katsuki, I’m used to it. This is a part of my job too, I’m just more behind the scenes.”

“They’re just invasive,” The card engine roars to life, vibrating the interior. “Almost predatory. Going any length for a snippet of gossip.” He groans, leaning his messy blond head against the leather seats. “Bakugo—“ - “Katuski.” He speaks over you.

His head lulls to the side, his full attention on you. “Katsuki. I appreciate all you’ve done tonight.” Plump glossed lips upturned into a smile that melts his heart. “Consider it a late welcoming gift. You’re lucky, I usually send assistants gift cards to a spa.”

You both laugh, a break between the growing tension filling the cramped space of his car as you hold eye contact. His tongue darts to lick his chapped lips, teeth barely grazing the skin before he clears his throat and looks away.

“You sure you still wanna go back to mine?” He asks, buckling his seatbelt and you do the same. “Yeah, it’s just one drink.”

One drink.

Just one drink.

The phrase repeated in his mind almost the entire time. Your voice disrupting his thoughts the only thing keeping him from being completely silence. He drives you to his building. A large, clean structure. Covered in windows, and lights, and well decorated.

You don’t even need to enter the lobby. Katsuki leads you to an elevator activated with a special keycard.

After a short trip, the doors open to this grand place.

You find yourself in awe as you walk through his front hall. His apartment was massive and spotless yet, homey. Although he clearly preferred a more modernized look, it still managed to have the charm and personality of his childhood home.

“This place is ten times bigger than my apartment.” Katsuki laughs, taking his coat from you and hanging it beside the door. “I want to downsize, this was an impulse buy from when I first started. A financial disaster is what I refer to it as.” You giggle, he swoons.

The blond guides you to his kitchen, pulling out a stool for you to sit in at the island. “Are you hungry? I can whip something up.” He offers. “I thought I was just here for a nightcap, not dinner.” You joke, settling down in your seat.

“Well, I like a nice snack when I drink and a lady always deserves a nice dinner on the first date.”

“This is a date now?” You quirk a brow, still rather unsure of what to make of this evening.

“Wasn’t it always? We both had shitty dates who stood us up, we just found each other instead.”

“Yeah, then I guess it is.” You bat your lashes as silence falls over the kitchen for a moment. Katsuki clears his throat and smiles, moving away to gather something to eat. “What’re you making?” You ask seeing as he stands before the fridge. “Nothing.”

“Fresh bow of fruit, put it together today. I can get some crackers and wine, that work for you?” You nod.

“Could you grab the bottle off the counter? Don’t worry about a screw I’ve got one.” You help yourself to sort of peruse his kitchen, taking in little bits of his taste from the pictures and decor before returning the bottle to him.

Katsuki pops the bottle, pouring you both half glasses. You cheers, taking the first drink together and savoring the sweet taste. “I didn’t expect you to like sweet wines.”

“I indulge from time to time, besides it was a gift from my ma.”

“Aww, Dynamight the mama’s boy.” You giggle, grabbing a fresh strawberry and popping it into your mouth. “Oh hush, she gets these kinds of things for free and knows I’ll actually use them.” He’s close, using his elbows to lean on the counter.

“So don’t always do this?” You can smell his cologne.

“Do what?” He can smell your perfume.

“Being pretty girls to your apartment.” The scents colliding are an intoxicating concoction.

“Only pretty girls I like.” A strawberry is held cautiously between his fingertips, held between your space. “You like me, Katsuki?” A rather silly question on your part, he wouldn’t do this for just anyone.

“I do, princess.” He slowly bites into the juicy fruit, keeping his eyes on you.

The sudden bass and rap of his voice along with the intense eye contact fill you with a sudden wave of heat. The facade of small talk became harder to keep up.

It wasn’t long before Katsuki was brazen enough to lean over the counter and press his lips against yours. Your glasses of wine are soon abandoned, sloppily making out as you sit on his pristine countertop. He stood between your legs, hands crawling across your back and hips as you pant into each other mouths.

Soon, you’re both stumbling down his spacious corridor and into his dimly lit bedroom. He lets you go, turning to close the door as you take in your surroundings. Once the door is shut his attention is back to you, frantic hands roaming over each other skin, pulling at the almost offensive fabrics that keep your bodies apart.

Your clothes are eventually scattered among his own on the bedroom floor as Katsuki gently lowers your naked bodies into his fresh sheets. Cradling your head as he brushes his lips along your jaw and neck. You shiver under his touch, calloused hands running along your soft skin, cupping your breast, and rolling your hardening nipples.

You mewl under his touch, legs squeezing his hips to keep him in place. His teeth nip at your jaw, lowering to nip and suck marks into the skin of your neck. Your hips buck against each other, his hardening cock jumping against your dripping cunt.

It was becoming too much. you whine, pulling his attention away from your neck.

“What’s wrong, princess?” His words are followed by more gentle kisses. “Want you, ‘suki.” you pout, eyes watering dramatically. “You want more, baby?” You nod, lips still stuck in a pathetic-looking pout. His right hand moves to your jaw, pinching the bone between a few, thick fingers.

“Use your words.” His voice is strong, and commanding. Yet, loving and soft. “I want more, ‘suki.” He smiles at your muffled words and presses a wet kiss onto your puckered lips. “I’ll give you more then, princess.”

Your jaws sore when he lets go, the feeling of his fingers still remnant in their wake. Your legs fall slack as the blond kisses down your torso, from the valley of your breast to the bottom of your navel. He follows the trail back up and down once more, staring you in the eye.

His eyes shift down for a moment, a wolfish grin forming on his face. “You’re dripping, baby.” He cooes making your skin flush. another whine leaves your throat as you tear your gaze away, trying to focus on the ceiling above you. “No no, look at me.”

“Good. Look at me, baby.” His right hand moves from rubbing at your hips, to gently caressing your skin until his thumb lands on your clit. Your thighs quiver at the sudden contact, your gaze locked on him. Thumb lowers to collect the juices from your cunt, making a show as he brings the digit to his mouth to taste you.

You’re infatuated with the godly figure before you. His pale skin glistens with sweat, muscles unintentionally flexed as he lewdly moans around his fingers at your taste. “‘s so good, princess. You taste so fuckin’ good.”

He makes of show of it, wickedly at your already blissed-out appearance. “So damn sweet, soakin’ my sheets.”

Your eyes follow him as he descends between your legs once more, harshly biting the plump skin before soothing it with kisses.

You’re so caught in your own pleasure, the shock of his fingers prodding your cunt forces a gasp. His free hand moves your thighs onto his shoulders as he stares you down. “Can I?”

One thick finger breaches your cunny slowly, gently pushing in before pulling out. He follows the motions a few times, watching as you gush around his finger. Soon, another is added. Carefully, thrusting into your pussy as he presses kisses to your clit.

You writhe at his ministrations, fighting to keep your eyes focused on the man before you.

He sets a slow and mind-numbing pace, slowly thrusting in and out. The sounds of your slick coating his fingers and your breath moans a chorus to him.

“Yeah? Feel good, princess?” He teases, gaze fixed upon your pleasure-ridden face. Your mouth is agape as strained moans are pulled from your aching chest. He was breaking you apart in two fingers, stretching you open and preparing you for his cock.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight. Gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy, baby? ‘M gonna stretch you open like a good girl deserves.” He declares, mainly to himself. Too lost in how your walls greedily suctioned his fingers back in.

Bakugou carefully leans down to lap at your clit, eliciting a soft cry and an arch of your back. He shuts his eyes as he savors the taste he was beginning to yearn for, suckling your poor neglected clit.

“Katsuki!” You shout, digging your nails into the pillow behind you. “Katsu—fuckk! Please, fuck me, baby! I need you so badly, need your cock so bad!”

He’s devoted to searing your taste into his mind. Messily coating his face and your cunny with a thin layer of wetness. Soon, he’s haphazardly withdrawing his fingers from your salacious cunt, against your protests to taste you further.

Spikes of blond hair bob between your legs, his tongue delving between your folds making you whimper and writhe. His hands grab a hold of your ass, holding you close to his face so you wouldn’t escape. Your back arches from the comforter, keening into his touch.

“God!” You cry as you fall back onto the sheets, fingers grasping for anything to clutch. His pace never falters, gratefully drinking your slick that spilled into his awaiting tongue, then swirling it around your throbbing clit.

“Kat—fuck! Baby—Katsuki!” Your body felt electric, an almost buzzing sensation that erupted from your pelvis and spread through your body. Your wanton moans are loose into the air, eyes shut as your head is tossed back.

You were a gorgeous statuette of pleasure.

You felt as if you bit off more than you could chew. Going out with a pro hero was already anxiety-inducing enough, practical criminal, allowing him to lure you to his apartment with promises of a nightcap, and now naked and wriggling beneath him was driving you to insanity.

And he's not even inside of you yet.

The maddening way his tongue circled your aching clit, inscribing his name into the bud. His blunt nails digging into the meat of your ass, keeping you relatively grounded. His tongue unrelenting stimulating your soaked pussy pushed you to your first orgasm.

A sudden wave of pleasure and the ever-growing pit in your stomach unravels through your body. You grip his hair, keeping Katsuki’s mouth in place as your hips buck into the pleasure. You loudly cry out his name, and a few tears roll down your cheeks as you cum.

He groans into your cunt, eyes rolling at the sweet taste of your cum. His hands rub your skin, easing away any pain left behind by his grip. Slowly, you open your eyes, chest still heaving.

“‘Suki,”

He pulls away, the lower half of his face soaked with slick and spit.

“M’yeah?” You can’t even think of what to say, just laying your head back to catch your breath. “You alright, baby?” You nod, still returning from your high. Katsuki crawls up to face you, a soft smile on his lips. “You look so pretty.” He cups your cheek, running his thumb along the soft skin.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He quirks a brow, a smirk on his face. “Yeah? I’ll fuck you, baby.”

“I promise, I’ll fuck you real good.” He captures your lips, sharing the taste of you once more. Your tongues are quick to entangle as you pant into each other's mouths.

Your fingers naturally gravitate to his blond hair, keeping him close as you kiss. Your bodies move together as you grind against one another, his hard cock leaking pre cum against your stomach. You’re both growing increasingly needier, rutting and panting like dogs in heat.

Katsuki breaks from the grinding, settling himself between your thighs. The tip of his cock pressed against your clit, spreading his precum as he teases you.

“You want it?”

“I want it, ‘suki.” His grin is wolfish at the nick, happily dragging his cock from your clit to press at your fluttering hole. He groans at the warmth and wetness, your dripping cunt already leaking onto him.

A pathetic high-pitched whine leaves your open mouth as his thick, heavy cock slowly bullies into your heat. Pushing deep into your plush, warm walls. Katsuki is slow, taking his time to ease you into the feeling. His lips are on your breast, kissing and nipping the soft skin.

“More, please.” You whine, your hands moving to hold onto his back. His hips increase in pace, still slow as you hiss once he draws back.

Katsuki slowly molds your tight pussy to his cock, stretching you open to only accommodate him. The sharp pain of your nails digging into his back only encourages him to thrust faster, making you cry out his name. Your cunt loudly gushes around his heavy cock, spilling syrupy juices down your skin.

“God damn, this pussy—fuck—you’re s’fuckin’ tight.” He grits out, grabbing your leg and pushing it back to the mattress. The change of angle causes you to lurch forward, your hands pushing at his shoulders. “Oh my god, Katsuki!” You shout, as his throbbing cockhead smushes against your cervix.

He’s back to sucking your tits, leaving spit-soaked freckled hickeys in his wake. You’re still adjusting to his size, the sudden change in position driving him deeper into your guts.

He’s pressed himself closer against you, his pelvis adding stimulation to your nice neglected clit. You throb around him and cry, fat tears slipping from your eyes. “Y’feel that, baby? I’m so deep in this pretty pussy. Y’feel me in yer tummy, does it feel good, baby?” You’re incoherent, only capable of breathless moans and sobs.

“You look so pretty, all fucked out ‘cause o’ me. Tell me, baby, do I feel good?” His hand cruelly comes down to press on the slight bulge in your stomach, causing your poor cunt to twitch around him. “‘s too much!” You cry out, pushing against him to no avail.

“Too much? You can take it, princess. Can’t ya’?” His pace suddenly grows rough, hips slamming into yours as he fucks into your cunny. He pressed your other leg to the mattress, forcing his cock all the way inside.

You’re mindless. Eyes rolled back into your skull, unintelligible moans and clawing at his skin. The rooms full of thick, humid air, the sounds of your squelching cunt, and a chorus of moans. Bakugou savors this image, in case he may never get the chance to see you again.

He caresses all of the right places inside of you, each thrust full of never-ending pleasure. His wicked tongue in your nipples and sinful roll of his hips push you to the edge. Like a burning fuse, slowly trailing all the way to a firework.

“Y’close baby? Don’t worry, you can cum for—fuck! You’re so fuckin’ wet—cum for me.”

Katsuki’s thrust increases to a maniacal speed, jostling you around his mattress without care. He was chasing his orgasm now, keeping you secure beneath he ruts into you. Heavy balls slapping against your asshole, the rough feeling of public hair against your soaked cunt. You can’t think let alone protest before he’s spilling his cum deep inside of your womb.

Katsuki keeps himself buried inside of you as he changes position, opting to hold you instead. You’re both panting as if you’ve run a marathon, hearts racing and skin coated in sex and sweat. You lay in silence, catching your breath for just a moment.

“Please don’t tell me you’re thinkin’ ’bout leavin’.” He mutters into your hair, rubbing your back. You breathlessly giggle against his chest, shaking your head. “I can’t feel my legs, Katsuki.” He smiles, cheering to himself.

“How about we clean up and get some rest? I’m beat.” A yawn cuts you off as you agree, alerting you to how exhausted you truly are. Katsuki kisses your forehead. “Get some sleep and tomorrow, we can continue this date. That sound nice?” You nod again, and slowly drift to sleep.

“Good. Stay here and look pretty, I’ll run a bath.”

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@jegulus-microfic - prompt: bottle - wc: 457 -

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“Okay, that’s enough drinking for you, love,” James sighed, standing up and walking over to the other side of his and his friend’s makeshift circle around his coffee table. 

“What? Not fair,” Regulus’ words slurred as a frown pulled downwards on his pink lips. His cheeks were painted a color of light crimson despite the boy’s constant cold temperature. 

“You’ve drunk nearly the whole bottle of firewhiskey, Reg,” James smiled softly as he made his way over to the pouting boy. The others weren’t paying much attention to the couple, already engaged in their own drunken conversations.

Ever since graduating from Hogwarts and buying an apartment for him and Regulus, their friends insisted on meeting up every Saturday, since most of them were off work on the weekends, or Sundays at the very least. How they were going to keep this tradition up when Regulus, Barty, Evan, and Pandora returned for their final year of school, James didn’t know. He didn’t need to focus much on that right now, though, since there were still a few weeks until he had to say goodbye to his boyfriend. 

Before these get-togethers, Regulus had said multiple times in past years that he never saw the point in drinking around other people, claiming it had always made him uncomfortable to be the slightest bit intoxicated with company around. Then, James realized he had never actually drank around friends, and instead was talking about how uncomfortable he had felt drinking around his family, which is fair. 

After getting Regulus to relax enough to drink a few butter beers around their friends, the boy started slowly getting more and more comfortable with the idea of drinking with people he enjoyed being around. Tonight was the first time anyone besides James and Barty had seen Regulus drink anything champagne or butter beer, and it was quite the experience. 

Even though James found his boyfriend heartbreakingly adorable like this, he knew that once he started getting into the more specific parts of their relationship, it was time to cut him off and put him to bed. Regulus would likely kill him for letting it go even this far, Merlin forbid he drank more and, thus, talked about things that were making Sirius very visibly want to strangle James. 

“You just hate fun,” Regulus whined, sticking his bottom lip out in a dramatic pout as James gently took the glass from his hand. 

“No, I just care about the state you’ll be in when morning comes around,” James stuck his hand out for Regulus to grab, which he did, though he clearly wasn’t very happy about it. They said their goodnights and went to bed–not before Sirius could curse his best friend out a little, though.

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He Visits You At The Salon : Jey Uso

JEY. You had told your husband not to even try to make plans for you today because you already knew you'd be spending the entire day, or almost the entire day at the hair salon. But he already knew the deal, especially when you were getting your hair braided. Today you're getting a shampoo and conditioner treatment and some medium knotless braids down to your calves. It was already one in the afternoon and your stylist was less than halfway done.

You're sitting quietly as all of the women engage in conversation, some about relationships, men, politics, the culture etc.

"Girl so yeah, she caught his trifling ass cheating with his ex. I knew he wasn't done fucking around with her." One of the other women says as she gets her hair done. You sit quietly just taking in your surroundings.

"But are we really surprised? That's how some men are. They throw a ring on these little girls hands, but be missing what they had in other women. Like, come on sweetie, you know where home is. Chile, my ex's still be hitting me up trynna talk to me. I'm like, if your girl only knew. But I get why you're missing me, cause I'm the standard." You hear Jakayla say as you can't help but let out an inner laugh.

Long story short, she's your husband, Joshua's bitter ex-girlfriend. She cheated on him with a old friend of his and when he leveled up to you, she's been bitter and delusional ever since. Shading you every time you come in the salon, on social media posting cryptic messages etc. But you never gave this bitch an centimeter, hell an inch of your damn time. She wasn't worth it because at the end of the day, you knew your man loved you and was 100% loyal to you. And he wasn't going any damn where.

Your best friend Brenda looked at you from the corner of her eye and you immediately knew you and her were thinking the same thing. How desperate she was trying to make you feel insecure, but it sure as hell wasn't going to work. You not only had the ring, but you had his last name and you had his heart, which is more than what this bitter bitch can ever say she had.

Another reason you weren't going to entertain it is because you knew some of these bitches in here were messy and loved drama. If it weren't for you having the same stylist for the past ten years, you'd be going else where. You continue scrolling on your phone, texting in the family group chat.

"Aye y/n, ain't that your man?" Everyone looks up to see your husband, Joshua heading towards the salon with food and a small flower bouquet in his hands. Your best friend looked at you with a smirk on her face. You smile as he walks into the salon.

"Hey ladies, how's everybody?" He greets politely.

"Heeey Jeeeey." They all say collectively except Jakayla. She sat there with her arms folded and a stank look on her face, along with her stupid ass friends.

"Hey baby." He says walking over to you and bending down to your level and pecking your lips multiple times. The coolness from his gold chain lightly hitting against your skin. You remember being in this position last night as he was eating the fuck outta..nevermind chile. You could feel all eyes on you and your man, but you didn't care. You loved kissing him.

"Hey baby, this for me?" You squeak with a huge smile on your face. He hands you your food and flowers. "Thank you. Where you just coming from?" You ask trying not to look down at his dick print in his grey hoochie daddy shorts. He knew those were your favorite on him.

"Just coming from Mike's, I got another tattoo." You playfully roll your eyes.

"You and your tattoo obsession babe." You joke diving into your food. Your stylist walked away momentarily for you to eat. "What you get this time?" Last month he'd gotten a beautiful palm tree tatted on his side.

"I got your name." He says pulling his shorts down slightly for you to see your name tatted on his v-line. Lord knows you were getting damp just thinking about how nice that was gonna look as you gave him hea....nevermind! "I didn't come to stay I just wanted to bring you something to eat since I knew you were gonna be here all day Mrs. Fatu." He says locking you in as he placed his hands on both sides of your chair and bending down in your face. You could smell the mint on his breath as he smiled down at you. You were so in love with this man, he just didn't understand.

"Why you all in my breathing space? Back up." You smile looking up at him.

"Oh so now I'm bothering you? I'm in ya face, now what? What...you...gon...do...bout...it?" He says each word in between kisses, causing you to break into a laugh. 

"Stooop bae." You say even though you really don't want him too. You're lost in his eyes.

"I'll see you at home okay? I'm gonna go shoot some pool with the bros." He says grabbing your hands and kissing your knuckles.

"Okay, I'll see you later. Gimme kiss." You say standing to your feet as he wraps his arms around your waist so delicately as if you're some fragile doll. He captures your lips in his in a passionate kiss. You bite his bottom lip playfully as he squeezes your hip in a warning tone.

"Don't start y/n, I'll have you bent over this damn chair knockin them braids loose." He smirks. You throw your braids over your shoulder laughing.

"I'll see you at home silly bye. I love you."

"I love you too. Alright ladies I'm out, y'all have a good one." He says throwing up the peace sign.

"You too Jeeeey." You playfully roll your eyes. As you watch him leave.

"I love that man." You mumble.

#wwe smut #wwe x reader #wwe the usos #wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction #wwe the bloodline #main event jey uso #jey uso fic #jey uso smut #jey uso x reader #jey uso imagine #jey uso fanfiction #jey uso x black reader

[multiplicity-positivity]

Living with the Haters

Hey folks - we had made a post not long after the influx of TikTokers came over with our thoughts on the situation and some advice and encouragement. In that post, we mentioned that they would probably get bored and leave. We still think this could happen, but as time goes on and they dig their claws in, it seems more and more likely that they might be here to stay. So here’s our thoughts on things as they are now and how we can work together to keep our community safe.

1. Do Not engage with them!

We’ve seen that a lot of these users are gaining traction and having a hearty laugh due to others sending them asks inciting violence, calling them out, or begging them to change.

Let us say right now that sending someone threats or suicide bait is NEVER okay, no matter how bad of a person you think they are. No exceptions. It’s not good to try and build ourselves up by tearing others down. Not only will this tactic just not work, it will only inspire these folks to be bolder, brasher, and more unkind. Hate from others does not inspire change - it only strengthens resolve.

So please, refrain from sending hate to any anti-endo posting in the #pluralgang tag! Give these people the attention they deserve - absolutely none at all!

2. Keep yourself safe and BLOCK!

Someone posting in the tags wishing violence on endos? Block!

Someone making cutesy “endos you’re not real and will never be valid uwu” posts? Block!

Someone posting in our tags “Why I think endos aren’t real/Why endos are harmful”? Block!

Someone making fun of endos, plurals, our community, and the labels we’ve coined to describe our experiences? Block!

Someone angrily slinging slurs in our tags? Block!

Someone crossposting their posts with plural inclusive tags (#pluralgang, #actually plural, etc) and also endo hate tags (#endos fuck off, #anti endo, #kys endos, etc)? Block!

Block anyone who makes you uncomfortable! Block anyone who denies you the right to define your own experiences in language that works best for you and your system! Block anyone who uses our inclusive tags to spread hateful ideas! Block liberally, block without remorse!

If you have any sideblogs, make sure to block these users from those blogs so that they cannot access any of your posts! Blocking a user from your main will not keep that user from viewing your other blogs. You can block on a sideblog through your Account Settings on Tumblr desktop version - reach out if you need any help with this!

3. Stay positive and active in our tags!

Don’t stop using #pluralgang and other inclusive tags because they’re getting overrun with TikTokers. Keep using them! In fact, use them even more! Post positivity, gush about your system, have discussions and conversations about plurality, post art, post poetry and personal experiences, just keep posting! We can reclaim our tags if we work together to fill them with posts that spread warmth, kindness, and earnest experiences. Make plural prompts! Ask questions! Post doodles! Take part in ask games! Make shoutouts for your headmates! Be your most authentic self, and don’t be ashamed for loudly and boldly being who you are!

In conclusion:

As more and more users block those who are spreading hate, they’ll find they have less and less content to hate on and interact with. They’ll be posting only for each other, and it won’t be as fun for them because there won’t be anyone to offend and trigger. This is what we’re aiming for!

And in the mean time, we can celebrate plurality how we choose! We can boost each other and lift each other up while simultaneously ignoring and avoiding those who seek to drag us down. Let’s work together to keep the plural community on Tumblr a beautiful, vibrant, and uplifting space!

Thank you so much for reading this! Stay safe out there, and take care!

#plurality #pluralgang #actually plural #endogenic #endo safe #endo friendly #pro endo #violence #threats #suicide #suicide baiting

[mysouleaten]

𝑰 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼…

𝐤𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary ... during a night walk on the bridge you offer kakucho a kiss..

warnings ... just very very fluffy <3

an ... this was sort of inspired by a manga I saw for two seconds it was a blind blonde woman and her bodyguard and a tv girl audio <33

it was a cold december night, and the streetlights illuminated the streets with their warm glow

it was a perfect time for kakucho and his wife to take a walk in the park, his wife talking about the most random of things and him engaging in the conversation with soft hums

they stopped to take a small break in the middle of the bridge that connected both sides of the huge lake in the park

and as they stood there kakucho began to describe their view in perfect detail to his blind wife..

oh how much she loved that about him.. kakucho would always describe their views no matter where they were in detail for her to imagine how everything looked

it made her heart sing with joy to imagine her husband's visual description of the world around them

she felt loved, appreciated, and heard..

the other men that she had dated in the past were never this considerate of her blindness, always too vague  in detail about what they saw, some even found it bothersome to explain to her what she couldn't see....

but not kakucho..

he did everything for her to feel normal.. he did everything that no other man could.. he made her so happy..

"could I kiss you?"

kakucho looked down at his wife--who's eyes were shut but still looking straight ahead with the softest smile

"now, how many men have you kissed?" he asked in a teasing tone

"very few.." she replied with a small giggle

"but you offered me a kiss... why?" kakucho gently grabbed his wife's waist to turn her body around to face him but she still kept her head turned towards the lake

"such a foolish reason im afraid.." she finally turned her head toward him and up

[name] opened her eyes gently to look up at kakucho, the milky white eyes that always took kakucho's breath away

"I just... wanted to kiss you"

a soft kiss she received--a passionate, warm, love-filled kiss, she received on the cold night of december...

something short & fluffy before i work on my DOC & BOSS fic

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo rev fluff #tokrev #kakucho x reader #kakucho x you #kakucho #kakucho imagines #tokyo revengers kakucho #kakucho hitto #kakucho tokyo revengers

[drdemonprince]

CW: suicide, commitment, psychosis

My sibling is someone who unequivocally says being committed saved their life and was not inherently traumatic outside of the extremely traumatic mental health crisis that led to it. (However, our local psych ER/psych inpatient is probably one of the better ones and does not use any kind of restraints or force medication. They seem to have an okay track record explaining what the pills are and asking if the person can try them, which I get can still be coercive in some cases, but worked well with my sibling. Also, I was visiting them as much as I could every day, which they found really helpful, and I could keep my eye out for any issues.)

My sibling (~30) had a severe psychotic episode that doesn't quite fit any current DSM diagnosis. They went 0 to 100 from no suicidal ideation to actively attempting suicide in front of me due to delusions about being hunted by supernatural entities who would torture them. They finally could not sleep for days, and therefore I could not go to sleep because they'd try to kill themself. They were not dangerous to me intentionally, but one or both of us could have been hurt by me trying to take a weapon from them. They could not think at all outside of panic and delusions and had no short term memory, so they describe themself as having been incapable of understanding their condition. They weren't able to engage with any social interventions, because how would you have the time or bandwidth if you were living in terror of demons about to torture you and couldn't remember conversations from an hour ago?

They went to the hospital voluntarily after being stopped from attempting, but then they were committed because of aforementioned memory issues when they shortly informed the doctors they had to leave and kill themself. In a moment of lucidity, they were glad to be there, but they just couldn't stay lucid from moment to moment. Trying to get outpatient help in the weeks all this was escalating had been fruitless, with a lot of dismissive assholes, but these particular inpatient docs actually cared and asked how they were doing and figured out a dose of antipsychotics that made it all just... stop like a switch had been flipped.

Once they weren't operating under the terrifying delusions, they 100% did not want to die and were so relieved I stopped them and got help from others when it was becoming too dangerous to us both for me to intervene alone. I get that this kind of crisis is really different from living with chronic suicidal ideation or depression, which is something I personally deal with on a low level, but it was a genuine, terrifying situation where someone's expressed wishes were the opposite of what they wanted when they could understand their situation more fully.

I am allowed to share this, but if this is somehow not on anon, please delete it. Stigma about psychosis is REAL.

Yo this is super helpful, thank you for sharing. One of the trickier aspects of upholding disabled people's autonomy and taking a harm reductionist approach to suicide and self-harm is the fact that people in a state of psychosis may temporarily want something they would otherwise never want.

Though with some experience working through it with a caring and informed support network, it is possible to stand in for the person's stated desires and help them get through the period of lacking lucidity -- and of course psychosis can become a lot less destabilizing with time. i know someone who relies on a close friend to help ground them when they're having delusions and hallucinations -- a quick phone call is now enough to convince them they don't need to kill themselves, but that's after years of getting used to having psychotic states.

glad you and your sibling found solutions and made it through this okay.

[azrakabann]

Study Buddies - Tom Riddle

A/n: Quick things: 

- THERE WILL BE HINTS TO A SONG THROUGHOUT SO COMMENT IF YOU KNOW IT

- There will be a lot of switching between POV's so try not to get confused x

-I know because Tom was concieved under a lover potion he can't feel emotions but for the sake of the one shots and my views he's emotionally available <3

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Summary: you and Tom got partnered for Potions and now you've both caught feelings for each other... 

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Y/N POV:

You walked into Potions and dropped your bag down next to your stool, meeting the small smile of your lab partner and new friend, Tom Riddle. You hadn't spoken to him before being partnered for the lesson, and you probably wouldn't have had you not been forced to work together. 

It was through these lessons that you started to gradually getting to know Tom, even studying together in the library with him a few times. Naturally though, it wasn't long before he started unknowingly using his charm on you and causing you to fall for him.

Whether it was intentional or not, you had a small crush on Tom Riddle. Well, that's what you told yourself. The reality - You were completely head over heels in love with him. Over the past months as he and you gained each others trust, laughed together and exploded a few cauldrons, you had completely fallen for the calm introvert that he was, the small smile he tended to reserve just for you, and the way he seemed totally in control of everything.

 Heck, he had complete control over you, and he had no idea. You would have done anything he asked of you. Well, almost anything. Yet he had no idea. And he probably would never know. In your experience, crushes are best to be kept secret. In other experiences, it had ended messily, and never happily. For now it was just better to keep to yourself and pretend nothing was different. 

TOM POV:

She was completely and utterly oblivious. Every second I spent with her was utter agony, trying to hide how I truly felt. She broke through the calm, in control facade to the real me, the one who couldn't control his emotions. I thought I knew better than to let people get closer to me but the worst part? I wanted her to. 

From the very first week we started talking, I wanted her to know the real me, the one I didn't let others see. I wanted her to realise, to know how special she was. And I knew then, the second she fully broke through the shell she would have complete control over me. I was hers, and she was painfully, agonizingly... not mine. 

And how I wished that was not the case. I needed all of her, wanted it with ever fibre of my being... but she never gave any indication of feeling the same way. She just engaged with conversations, studied with me and laughed when I did. Nothing more. Just Study buddies. 

What I would give to be able to look into her mimd, even just for a few seconds. Remembering I was a legilimens, I attempted to peer into her mind, but was instantly repelled by a stronger force. Occlumency. She could have been hiding something, I wouldn't know. But if she was... what was she hiding?

Y/N POV:

I felt another pushing sensation at the side of my head, and quickly repelled it, sending it back where it came from. Occlumency had come in pretty handy recently. All Tom seems to want to do is read my mind. It's a pain in the arse to be honest. 

"Nice try Tom." You say, not looking up at him and smirking down at the ingredients you're cutting. You hear the frustrated sigh of the tall boy as he turns back to the potion. 

 The rest of the lesson passed with a few sarcastic comments (mostly from Tom) and a few witty comebacks (mostly from you). Finally it ended, and you grabbed your bag and left, saying a quick goodbye to Tom and joining your friends at the exit. 

You ignored the eye of a Ravenclaw boy and continued walking with your friends, headed for the courtyard to chat. Your friends gave you pointed looks, but you kept walking, shooting them a small glare. You guys eventually reached the courtyard and sat in a squircle (half square half circle) to talk. 

"Y/N!" Astoria burst out, grinning like mad. "Eric McKinney was totally checking you out back there! What do we think girls?" She said, looking around at the group. Other than yourself, Pansy was the only person you trusted enough to tell her who you liked. Also, Pansy knew occlumency. Tom wouldn't get any further into her mind than he had yours. 

Pansy leaned forward and smirked. "Well, between us girlies, I think Y/N has her eye on an entirely different person..." She said, leaning back and refusing to divuldge any more of your information. "Pans! Private information!" You said, shooting her a teasing half glare half thankful look. "You never know who could be listening..." You continued, very aware of Tom standing with his... friends... a few metres from you. Luckily for you, he seemed to be very involved with a different conversation.

There was no way he could be listening... right?

TOM POV: 

So Y/N had her eye on someone... Well, that explained the occlumency. She probably wouldn't want anyone to know. I gave brief responses to the conversation I was half engaged in, all the while lost in thought. Eric McKinney? That wanker had been eyeing her up all year, just waiting for the perfect opportunity. But now that I knew she wasn't interested, I was going to put a stop to his plans.

I made an abrupt end to the conversation and left my friends, feeling Y/N's gaze on my back. I didn't turn around, even after I felt her gaze leave me, and continued on my mission: Find Eric McKinney. 

It didn't take long, he was talking with some friends. 

"She's practically falling at my feet boys. Y/N L/N will soon be begging for a second date." He was bragging. So full of himself. "And delusional." I thought, shaking my head and approaching the group. 

"McKinney?" I called. That got his attention. He turned around quickly, smirking. "Yes Riddle? You need something?" He called back,  jostling around with his mates. 

"Yes actually. Would you mind coming with me?" I said, watching as his face faltered a bit. "Just for a little chat I mean. Nothing more, I promise." I said, calmly and pleasantly. He gave a small nod, and left his friends, following me to an empty corridor a few rooms away. 

I then grabbed him by the scruff of his robes and slammed him against the wall, only being slightly careful so as not to give him concussion. Though, given the circumstances, that might have been helpful. 

"You- You promised this would just be a little chat!" He forced out, glaring at me through gritted teeth. "Did I? Well then McKinney, you should know that my promises to you will never mean anything." I spat into his face, holding him as he struggled, which was a mean feat in intself, him being almost as tall as myself. "STAY. AWAY. FROM Y/N. Do you understand me? She is not yours, and never will be. Got it?" I finished, looking him dead in the eye. 

"And I suppose she's yours then?2 He said, looking me right back in the eye. I raised an eyebrow. "You're not really in the position to be making jabs Eric. STAY AWAY FROM HER. Understand?" I said. 

"I understand, now let me go you filthy Slytherin!" He said, squirming in my grasp. I did what he said and dropped him to the floor, him landing in a tangled heap of robes. He quickly scrambled up and ran away, half looking back to check I wasn't following him.  

I sighed as he turned a corner and rested my head in my hand. Keeping the other boys of Hogwarts away wasn't going to be easy... But I would do whatever it took.

Y/N POV:  

You saw McKinney run past the courtyard, looking slightly rumpled. Nevertheless, he shot you a wink, and you shuddered, disgusted. You would though he would have got a clue, what with you refusing to engage in conversations with him, shooting down his pick up lines... But no, he was like one of the Weasley's knomes, too stupid to stop coming back. So much for Ravenclaws all being smart. 

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The next day you didn't have potions until fifth period, meaning you had an hours break in between Transfiguration and potions. You were done with Potions homework, having left it till the last minute once again. You were headed to the courtyard once again to meet your friends - it had become a default meeting place at this point.

"Hey L/N." A voice came from beside you and started you out of your meaningless train of thought. "McKinney." You replied, trying not to engage in conversation. "I heard there's a hogsmeade weekend soon" He continued. You tensed, already knowing where this was heading.

"I'm sure there is." You said, trying to seem cold. You didn't want him getting ideas. "Would you want to-" You cut him off quickly.

"No thanks. I'm good." He smirked and you frowned. "Wipe that smirk off your face McKinney, I'm serious."

"Oh, but I don't think you can be Y/N. You see, I think you're just playing hard to get. We're more similar than you think. So, what do you say?" He said, still smirking. He came closer to you and you both stopped walking, him smirking, you glaring. "STOP. Get my pretty name out of your mouth. We are not the same with or without." You said, all while getting more and more annoyed.

"Don't be like that Y/N I know you want me." He said, and you pulled out your wand. "Don't talk about me like you might know how I feel."

"Top of your world but your world isn't real" Came a voice from behind. Tom. He walked toward you two, a glare darkening his face. "Well well well McKinney. I thought I told you to stay away from her." He said. McKinney smirked. "I believe you did, but as you once said, my promises to you mean nothing." That was enough for Tom.

TOM POV:

"-my promises to you mean nothing." That shit. I told him to stay away from her, made it clear it was his own funeral. And now, seeing her so uncomfortable, and him so cocky, it was too much. I swung my fist back and hit him, hard in the face. He tried to retaliate and hit my nose, breaking it sharply.

Within seconds, we were on the floor throwing punches. I pummelled his body until I felt smaller hands trying to pull me off him. I let myself be pulled away, feeling blood come from my nose.

Y/N POV:

It all happened so fast. One second they were stood talking, the next rolling on the floor, hitting each other. You knew Tom started the fight, yet all you could think was: "Tom. Is Tom okay? Help Tom." You quickly ran to them, dodging the flying punches and grabbed Tom's arms, pulling him away from McKinney, who was sporting a black eye.

"Thanks Love." Said McKinney, clearly thinking you had ben trying to help him. You felt Tom try and break out of your grasp but you pushed him behind you and gave him a look that said: "Don't. He's not worth it."

You spat at mcKinney's feet. "I didn't do it for you, I did it for Tom. Stay away from me." You said, giving him a small kick to the ribs, only lightly, but he rolled over as if you had kicked him with all your power.

You quickly dragged Tom away, leading him to an empty classroom a few corridors away. You sat him down on a desk and sat opposite him on another desk, close eough that he was within touching distance. "You want me to fix your nose?" You said, tilting your head slightly to survey the damage. It didn't seem to be any further than the nose.

He sighed heavily. "Please." You leaned forward and peered at the angle of his nose, handing him a tissue to wipe the blood away. "Thanks." He said, wiping it quickly and turning back to you. "No problem. Now, I'm warning you, this might hurt." You drew your wand and tapped his nose. "Episkey!"

"Shit." said Tom, grabbing his nose. His expression quickly changed. "I mean thanks. Again." You laughed and put your wand away. "No problem. Now, do you wanna talk about it?" You asked. "No." He said, giving you an eye roll. "Okay." You said, and the two of you sat in silence for a few seconds. "How about now?"

"Y/N!" You laughed and he half laughed with you. "Okay, I'm sorry, but I need to know what he was talking about. Why did you tell him to stay away from me?" Tom raised an eyebrow. "Would you rather I let him pester you?" You sighed and grabbed his hand, making him glance down at your hands and then at you. "You know what I mean. Come on, you can tell me. Why does he have to stay away?"

"Because you can't be his. Not when every part of me wants you, needs you to be mine. And I understand that there's no way you can be mine, but just know that I am yours, and have been for a long time now Y/N. You're all I want, and sitting here telling you this was either the worst or best decision of my life." He finished, looking into your eyes with a sort of desperation. You gave it a minute to sink in. 

"Y/N? Say something, please." You sat there, still in shock and he got up and moved away. "Merlin, this is almost worse than you saying 'ew'." He sighed, walking back and forth before stopping. You got up and walked towards him. You stopped just infront of him, mere inches in between you two. You took his hands in yours and he forced himself to look at you.

"Who said I can't be yours?" You whispered, hands moving up his robes and wrapping your arms around his neck. Tom tensed, but then relaxed. He leaned his forehead against yours, and your lips brushed against each others. It was barely a kiss, but it was enough. Tom smirked and pulled back, arms around your waist. 

"Okay, this is worse than 'ew'." He said, chuckling softly. You laughed and pulled him back in for another kiss. As his lips met yours, he pulled you closer to him and pressed his lips firmly but softly against yours. "For the record Tom, I've been yours for quite a while now." You said, smiling up at the boy. He looked down at you and smiled back, using the small smile reserved just for you. " Oh, and by the way? It is best decision of my life Y/N."

You stayed like that for a while before you both remembered that you had potions. You sat down at your stools, listening to Professor Snape talk, but this time, your hands were intertwined under the desk. 

#tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #tom riddle x y/n #x reader #harry potter #voldemort #slytherin boys #slytherins #slytherin #mattheo riddle x reader #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle #slytherin boys headcanons

[whorety-k]

Ebony Coasts [Part 4]

Pairing: Merfolk!Corvus Corax x fem!Marine Conservationist!Reader (second person POV)

Song recommendation: Love Will Tear Us Apart - Joy Division “Is my timing that flawed? / Our respect runs so dry /Yet there’s still this appeal / That we’ve kept through our lives / But love, love will tear us apart again.”

Warnings: Ocean mentions / potential thalassophobia, culture shock and misunderstanding between species, suggestive actions, angst, minor blood / injury (a cut), unresolved conflict

Word Count: 2.3k

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Nothing could stop you from returning to the beach each day after having a lap full of purring merman. As time went on, more often than not there would be a sly raven figure meeting you at the water’s edge to engage in whatever natural conversation crossed your minds at the time. 

It’s your weekend. You return to the beach wearing the black halter-top swimsuit, hoping that perhaps today you’ll be able to actually try to swim with your new friend. He, however, seems to have other plans.

“How does the device work?” Corvus asks.

You look around the beach, not certain what the merman is talking about. “What device?”

Corvus moves beside you in the hot sand, completely silent as he hauls himself forward on his hands. His tail is slithering behind him, kind of, to support the action. “The one you left. Silver and red. I have seen many similar things before, but I have never seen one that moved,” he replies, tilting his head softly. 

His explanation jogs your memory: you had already forgotten about the compass that you had left at Corvus’s cave the previous week. You had multiple in your pack because no one ever seemed to have theirs the moment they were needed in your line of work, so leaving one behind wasn’t any trouble for you. “The compass? It’s used to find out what direction you’re facing.”

The perplexed look the giant gives you is nothing short of adorable incredibly amusing, eyes partially squinted and ear fins pinned back against his head. Corvus’s abyssal eyes look you up and down. “Are humans incapable of using the sky and familiar structures to determine their location?”

“Some of us can– but what if we’re at sea, or if there are clouds?” you rebut, playfully stopping in front of him and rounding his front. You stand directly in his path. 

Corvus reflects over the scenario while staring deep into your soul. The thought that humans need so many tools when it comes to any sort of sea travel crosses his mind several times as he realizes just how lost a human would be if they were dropped in the middle of the ocean. It kicks up a protective instinct within his hearts. Corvus lowers himself down to your level, placing a cold hand on your shoulder. “The more I learn about humanity, the more I understand how woefully inept your kind can be at the basics of survival,” he says. His tone of voice is reassuring, an attempt at expressing something you can’t place. 

Still, you scoff at his words, placing your hands on your hips. The merman’s eyes flicker down when the action causes the chiffon frills to bounce. “Try putting yourself in my shoes for a day, and we’ll see which one of us is woefully inept.”

A hum leaves the giant, and he nods his head, “I suppose we are built for different environments.” The grace of a soft smile finds his lips, and Corvus’s face softens. His hand on your shoulder slides to your neck, then moves to cup your cheek. The honeyed baritone that leaves his lips is intoxicating, “I am grateful that you are the human that fate has granted me, for you do well to keep me humble.”

Your eyes slowly look from the hand on your cheek to Corvus’s eyes, bewildered. With how he’s been treating you, you must feel like a sauna against his frigid skin. The afternoon sun has nothing on your burning flesh.

Corvus pats you and moves around your frozen body, elegantly striding past you. You catch back up with him and see his den come into view, realizing that’s where he must be taking you. He holds up the vines covering the entrance, allowing you to enter first before following behind. 

From the last time you entered Corvus’s den there have been some serious renovations, the merman explaining each one as you pass by. Along the bedrock walls, in intervals, bioluminescent algae and mushrooms that you have never seen before illuminate the previously pitch-black halls. 

“I didn’t wish for you to flounder in the dark as you did before.”

The stone floors, which had been previously completely waterlogged, are nearly completely dry outside of a little saltwater stream that leads deeper into the cavern.

“Having you perish from the cold due to being wet is not in my best interest.”

When you reach the first open room, there is a large central table of stone with a (somewhat shoddy) driftwood chair. It is definitely not Corvus’s size.

“My family is not the greatest at hospitality, but I thought it rude if I did not try to accommodate you having… legs.”

The den may not be heavily decorated, but you get the feeling that more will be done. Corvus continues into a deeper room, but when you try to follow, he hesitates. He looks over his shoulder at you with furrowed brows, then continues up the slight incline anyway. 

The end of this final tunnel is a curtain of dried kelp that opens into a small bed space. At least, you think it’s a bed space, given the glowing algae alights a nest of grasses, furs, and feathers against the wall. The walls are heavily decorated with objects like stones, jewelry, any shape of shining metal, black feathers, bones, skulls, and some artifacts you can’t identify. You recognize your compass and former moonstone necklace just above the ‘bed’. Corvus swells with pride as you look over his collection, trying to appear modest by looking everywhere but at you. 

This room is the warmest by far, and you suppose that’s intentional. “I do not always rest at sea,” is Corvus’s only comment on this room.

You’re led back into the first room with the table and invited to sit. You do, of course, trying to be a kind house guest amidst the constant worry of accidentally learning another new merfolk tradition the hard way. 

Despite being in his own space, the ebony giant is visibly bashful when he curls at the table beside you. Beside is a strong word, really, considering that Corvus is long enough to wrap around the small stone structure completely. One of his fins covers your exposed legs delicately where his tail rests alongside you. The vast size difference between the two of you is made palpable; to any outside observer, he’s a dragon protecting his treasure. 

“You seem to be keeping yourself busy when I’m not here to bug you,” you taunt, gesturing at the space around you. 

Corvus props himself upon the table beside you, arms folded beneath his chest. The rippling muscles of his arms relax. Filled with amusement, he quips, “Do you presume my life stops in your absence?”

The retort jars you. “I’m not that shallow,” you huff, instead of what’s actually on your mind. As of recent, your life has begun to feel utterly barren when the reserved merfolk isn’t around. Days that used to fly by before now crawl at a snail’s pace while waiting to go to the coastline. It’s odd to think that Corvus likely doesn’t feel the same. 

“Sometimes it is beneficial to have a location away from home to be,” he notes, all but reading your mind. Corvus places a hand at your back tenderly, deftly pulling you closer. You think you can feel a soft rumble against you, but as soon as you register it, it’s gone. A figment of your imagination.

You look up at the merman, eyes soft. Sensing your gaze, Corvus meets it. Despite the stony decorum, you swear you feel his cool body relax against you. The protective curl he has you in tightens around you like a gentle hug. 

Two distinct heartbeats accelerate as Corvus admires you, even as time seems to slow down. Unconsciously, you run a hand along his side, fingers tracing the jet gill covers of his left side. 

Corvus shudders.

You reach up to do it again, testing the waters, but a large hand stops you.

Corvus’s eyes are still closed when he speaks, “Those are incredibly sensitive. I’ll allow you to explore them another time.” 

You apologize, realizing that you had gotten caught up in the moment, but when you even think to move away, Corvus stops you with a hand on your cheek. 

You can barely identify it in the black abyss of his eyes, but a glint of blue from the bioluminescent glow around you allows you to see just how blown out his pupils are. One of your hands moves to rest on top of Corvus’s, and he becomes transfixed on the sensation of you against him. 

Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

You lean into his palm. He leans towards you.

Ba-dump. Ba-dump. 

Your free hand reaches for his face. It’s cold against your palm.

Ba-dump. Ba-dump. 

Everything in the world clicks into place when your foreheads touch, sharing a breath. Time stands still as your eyes begin to flutter shut, leaning forward to close the distance.

Ba-dump. Ba-dump—

The merman suddenly goes rigid, pupils snapping into slits. Doubt and hesitance bleed into every part of his long body. “...I have something important to attend to,” he mutters, abruptly pulling away from your hands. You’re in a daze when he sloppily uncurls his body from around you and moves away.

The swiftness of his withdrawal brings you to the present and causes you to reach out for him, catching one of his clawed fingers in your hand. “Wait, Corvus, please–” you beg. 

Corvus shakes his head, looking away from you with a troubled expression as he aggressively runs a free hand through his hair. He yanks his hand from yours roughly, voice raising, “I must return to my brothers, I–”

You yelp in pain as fire suddenly sears across your fist, the instant ache of something tearing forcing you to pull away. Blood drips from your hand, splattering onto the rock below, and you look down to see an angry laceration spanning the width of your palm.

There’s a tense moment of silence where neither of you move, Corvus unable to tear his gaze away from the tear in your skin as you both take in the situation. Your hand begins to tremble as the adrenaline sets in, the pain slowly dulling as you try with ferocity to prevent shock from setting in. 

You look up at the onyx giant, and it’s the clearest you’ve ever seen him express any emotion.

Corvus is statue-still with a pallor paler than his alabaster skin already is. His posture is ramrod straight and arched away from you, an arm crossed over his chest defensively. His mouth hangs half open in a silent gasp contorted with dread, and his ear fins droop so low that they blend into his raven locks. One of his ebony talons is a damning crimson, and when he sees it, all hell breaks loose.

“Throne, I’m so sorry. I–” Corvus’s words catch in his throat. The mer reaches out towards you, only to flinch like a man shot when he sees his claws near your delicate skin again. He retreats his hands close to his chest, fists white-knuckled and trembling. His eyes clench shut as shame boils within him, and the trepid merman winces. You hear a shuddering breath leave him before he turns away hastily, head bowed low. 

You hastily try to call out to him. “Corvus?” you try, stepping toward him.

The movement shakes him from his trance, and his face crumbles with deep-set guilt. “Forgive me,” he whispers, pulling himself rapidly towards the mouth of the cavern. For a creature designed for the water, he moves with terrifying agility over the rocks and out of the cave.

You try to catch up to him– you really, really do– but the merman doesn’t hear any of your pleas as he flees to the waterline. Your feet couldn’t hope to match his speed against the wet terrain. You fumble, sticking into the muck, legs swallowed up to the ankle in earth the texture of quicksand. The last glance of Corvus you get sees him gliding into the surf gracefully, disappearing into the tides as you trip, clawing your way forward in anguish.

You finally find your footing in the dry sand and rush for the waves. You stop at the water’s edge, staring out over the water. There’s no hope of trying to catch up with him in his natural environment, and you know that getting yourself stuck in a dangerous situation would only serve to upset him further. The air in your lungs begins to burn as your throat constricts, the horrible aftermath of the chase making your limbs heavy. You feel yourself choking up, sobs building in your chest for reasons you couldn’t even hope to explain. 

Your eyes scan the water for any trace of the midnight giant desperately, but there’s no trace of him amongst the sea foam. Defeated, you sink to your knees in the waves, clutching your injured hand close to your chest for comfort. 

With a start, you look down when you feel it brush against something around your neck. Between your collarbones, tinted crimson, is a corvid skull pendant. It’s nearly an inch long, black diamonds delicately set within the pendant’s silver eye sockets. The jewelry is so distinctly Corvus that it makes your heart seize.

Looking once more over the water, you grip the necklace tightly in your bloodied fist, willing the tears not to fall as you stand and return to your car. 

You’ll worry about it after the hospital.

___________________________________ I'm not sorry <3

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More than movie magic... 23/24

Hangster AU. Explicit (Chapter 16). Jake is a Hollywood actor and Bradley is a stunt coordinator. Jake's about to make a few self-discoveries. So is Bradley.

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CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

                Bradley wakes slowly, it’s already better than yesterday morning, no incessant buzzing of a phone, no alarm at all, just the slow coming back to awareness and the feel of Jake beside him, warm and asleep, little snuffling sounds he’s sure Jake will deny ever making. They only have four hours of filming today, although it will likely stretch to six or seven given yesterday’s interruptions. He feels tender, emotionally, like he’s reopened all his old wounds and reminded of the hurt they caused, like a fresh bruise, but knows from experience that the feeling will fade away again, there until he goes and pokes at it again.

                He rolls to give Jake a quick hug, his need to use the bathroom far more pressing than anything else. He tucks the blankets around Jake to make sure he doesn’t get a blast of cooler air and pads quietly to the bathroom. After finishing and washing his hands, downing a glass of water he grabs his phone and turns it on, realizing his mistake as it starts vibrating and beeping with notifications and he quickly puts it into silent mode and shoves it under a cushion, hoping it will muffle the worst of the vibrations.

                He hasn’t looked at any social media since yesterday morning, doesn’t care for it, although he does have several accounts, some of which are necessary for promoting his work, while others are private and locked down with only a handful of people. He has a non-private personal one for work, which he has Brigham manage for the most part, posting a picture every three to four days. It’s this one which has gone nuts with new followers and notifications and there it is right at the top.

                The photo Pete took last night, his nose and forehead taking up far too much space in the foreground, but then there is Tom looking resigned and quietly happy if you know him well enough, Bill smiling slightly whereas Kaye is beaming. Bradley and Jake aren’t looking at the camera, instead looking at each other, clearly caught saying something to one another just before they turned for the photo and he wonders exactly how many shots Pete took. He and Jake looks good together though, happy and relaxed and he guesses it’s Pete’s way of approving of it and supporting it. Then he reads the caption.

                Oh. Holy shit.

                He’s tagged Tom.

                Tom who is never tagged in anything except official trailers, press releases and people trying to get his attention. Never candid shots that largely feature Maverick’s nose as a starring feature.

                Holy shit.

Delicious dinner with the boyfriend, son, son’s new boyfriend and his parents. Always humbling when you’re not the most famous person at the table. Thank you Seresin family for your warm Southern hospitality.  @TKazanskyOfficial @JSeresin @2Brad2Sad @MmmKaye

                Pete has never referred to Tom as anything more than a friend, a colleague, sometimes, rarely, a close friend. Never boyfriend. He wouldn’t have posted this without Tom’s okay, and then his conversation with Tom comes into focus and he wonders if he’s going to see a picture of an engagement ring and he frantically goes searching… nothing. Yet. Oh god. What if Pete is also planning on proposing? He wouldn’t ask or tell Bradley first, he’d just go ahead and do it. If he has any grey hairs, they’re totally because of Pete.

                This is insane, and a quick scan through the comments tells him it’s blindsided a lot of people. Not anyone close to them, though he can see a few comments from people like Natasha and Bob. He lets out a long breath, taps his phone against his forehead before sending a quick message to Tom, asking him if he’s okay, if he thinks Pete is planning anything else. Not that it matters, far too late to do anything about it now. He puts his phone into do not disturb mode and slides back into the bed, grins when he hears Jake’s little grunt of displeasure at his cooler skin, pulls him close to help himself warm up and to annoy Jake a little, kisses his shoulder and lets himself savor the moment.

                “Hey…”

                “Hi. Morning.”

                “Mmm. It is morning. A good one, too.”

                “What makes a good morning?” Bradley asks, wondering if he could maybe get another hour of sleep. He still feels tired. Emotionally hungover, that’s what his therapist would say.

                “Waking up with you and nowhere to be for a couple of hours.”

                “Mmm. Yeah. That is pretty good.”

                “And no phone calls. That’s a bonus.”

                “You turned your phone off remember?”

                “Ugh. Damnit.”

                Bradley can’t help but laugh as Jake pulls the sheets and blankets over his head, clearly refusing to engage with the real world and he pulls the blanket over his own head.

                “I’m not going to make you turn it on. We can still be asleep as far as the rest of the world is concerned.”

                “Or otherwise occupied.”

                “Yeah, that works too…”

…            …            …

                Later, after Bradley’s learnt the taste of Jake’s come, had his own come licked from his stomach, mentally thanked whoever it was that stocked extra toothbrushes, they shower and dress, stomachs grumbling at the later hour. He’s so used to eating breakfast around seven that now that it’s nine he really isn’t coping, pretty sure he has the beginnings of a caffeine withdrawal headache starting behind his eyes.

                “Coffee… and then food.”

                “Good plan.”

                They walk hand and hand to the mess hall, plenty of people are out and about and it definitely has the vibe of a small village community. Jake seems to be constantly smiling and he likes that a lot, wants him to always look happy and relaxed when they’re out together. He spies Reuben sitting beside Tom, deep in conversation; Bob and Natasha getting more coffee and they follow them back to their table with their on food and coffee, all exchanging various greetings.

                “Hey Tom. Where’s Pete?”

                “Still in bed. He and Kaye drank a lot more after you two left. They’re both now suffering the consequences of their actions,” Tom says, looking serious but the corner of his lip is twitching so Bradley knows there is more coming. “Bill thought it was a good time to chop some wood this morning and I thought I might practice the piano…”

                “You… you can’t play the piano,” Bradley states, because while Tom knows music, he’s definitely more dedicated to the strings rather than the piano.

                “I know,” Tom grins, and his grin is sly and amused.

                “You’re evil,” Jake breathes beside him, and he looks absolutely delighted.

                “I control the force known as Pete Mitchell, of course I’m evil.”

                “The fact that you think you control him is delusional, but sure…” Bradley mutters.

                “You have a valid point, doesn’t stop most of Hollywood thinking that I do though.”

                “Especially now. Boyfriend,” Bradley says with a smirk, shoving a spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth. Tom lets out a sigh and looks to the ceiling like he will somehow get strength from some heavenly body, but Bradley knows it all a front, especially considering their conversation yesterday.

                “What? What are you talking about?”

                “Have you still not turned your phone on?” Bradley asks and Jake shakes his head, expression clearly indicating that he still doesn’t particularly want to turn it on. He pulls his own phone out of his back pocket and unlocks it, opening Instagram and placing it on the table so Jake can see.

                “Oh. That’s a nice photo…”

                “Apart from Mav’s nose and forehead, sure.”

                “I meant a nice photo of you. Us.”

                “Oh. Yeah.”

                “Yes. You look sickeningly in love and the whole world can see it,” Tom says dryly.

                “I’m glad you said what we were all thinking,” Natasha says and Bradley pulls a face at her, which makes everyone laugh at him, including Jake.

                “You’re meant to be on my side,” Bradley mutters and Jake just leans against him, firm warmth and whispers I am under his breath, which gets them eye rolls and gagging noises from his friends.

…            …            …

                He doesn’t see his mom or Pete all day, which is probably a blessing, but he does see his dad and Tom puttering around, his dad using the golf cart to drive them around and he likes that they seem to get on. Probably bonding over being with over-the-top extroverts, which is something they definitely have in common. He works through scenes with Javy and Callie. Is glad that he likes them both, makes work far more enjoyable.

                They aren’t working with any horses today though, nothing more dangerous than a couple of steps and he knows Bradley is off somewhere working on something, he’d said exactly what it was this morning, but Jake had just gotten distracted watching his lips move he’d not been paying attention to what he was actually saying. He might not even be able to pay attention when Bradley no doubt tells him about it later. It’s getting hot, the afternoon heat making them all sweat and there’s only so much the wet-wipes and shade can do to help.

                “Here, got you some water…” Bradley says, walking toward them holding several bottles, cold enough to be dripping condensation.

                ‘Well, he’s certainly thirsty for something,” Callie murmurs and Jake shoots her a look, but Bradley simply looks pleased. Jake grins, reaches up to give him a kiss, ignores the little worm of anxiety and worry when Bradley pulls back.

                “You’re filming, I don’t want to mess you up. I already get enough dirty looks from makeup…”

                “God you’re perfect,” Jake murmurs, reaching up with a hand instead to brush a thumb over Bradley’s lips, smiles wider when Bradley presses a kiss to it, the worm of anxiety dissolving.

                “No. I’m not. I am really really not. At all.”

                “Hmm. Maybe not,” Jake agrees, although he’s pretty sure Bradley is perfect, as in, perfect for him, as cheesy and corny as it sounds and feels. “I know you’re not. But you are very competent. And that does it for me apparently.”

                “Does it now?” Bradley asks, stepping closer and Jake can feel the extra warmth from his body being so close.

                “Like you didn’t know that already,” Jake mutters, knows he’s flushing.

                “I can’t cook very well, and I’m not interested in learning to be better. I miss obvious things. I’m stubborn and set it some of my ways. And I have a thing for your accent…”

                “Not me all dressed up in my cowboy clothes?”

                “Nope. Prefer you naked in bed.”

                “Well, aren’t you lucky that’s exactly where you can have me every night…”

                “You do know I’m right here, right?” Javy asks, the look on his face a little horrified, bottle of water halfway to his mouth.

                “And whose fault is that?”

                “The sun shade!” Javy says, waving his hand at it with exasperation. “We’re all protecting ourselves from the sun. Unfortunately we can’t protect ourselves from you two.”

                “You want me to get Natasha over here?” Bradley asks and Jake’s eyes fly to Javy’s face, Javy’s mouth opening and closing like a fish and Jake hadn’t realized that at all, then again he’s been busy untangling his own feelings for Bradley to pay too much attention to Javy, and he’s not even been home a week.

                “You’re not that unobservant…” Jake says to him, then turns back to Javy. “Callie doesn’t seem to mind.”

                “I’m much less of a whiner,” Callie states, smiling sweetly and Jake cracks up at the indignant look on Javy’s face at the subtle dig.

                “I’ve got to go, I’ll see you later though okay?”

                “Yeah, course,” Jake says, watches a little distracted as Bradley kisses his own thumb and then proceeds to press the pad to Jake’s own lips. He smiles and kisses it, a little embarrassed, except Bradley had just done the same thing moments before, kissing Jake’s thumb rather than ruin his makeup.  Then Bradley’s striding away and Jake watches him, because it’s a nice view.

                “Man have you got it bad,” Javy says.

                “Yeah. I do. But that’s not a bad thing.”

…            …            …

                He’s walking to dinner when he gets a message, Tom’s notifications never silenced due to the fact that he never sends any type of message. Until now.

                I didn’t get to propose before he did. Check Instagram.

                He knew it!

                He fucking knew it. Fucking Pete. He looks around, steps to the side so he’s not blocking the doorway and opens Instagram. There are dozens of notifications, 99+, the little red bubble informs him and he presses on Tom’s profile, a little worried but a lot more curious. There’s another photo, Pete and Aunty Kaye sitting on the sofa, the room dark enough he kind of has to squint to see them. Pete looking very green around the gills, Aunty Kaye leaning against him but with what looks like a wet facecloth covering her face, another one over Pete’s forehead.

Someone partied too hard last night. And as of 5pm fiancé is the correct title. Because I accepted his half-assed proposal. Wonder if @2Brad2Sad is too old to be a ring bearer? What do you think @PeteMitchell?

                There are hundreds of replies, and he’d thought that Pete posting something was to take the spotlight off Jake, but he doesn’t think either him or Jake care about the spotlight anyway. It’s going to be on them eventually. He sees Natasha’s response I’d love to see @2Brad2Sad in a flower crown and he lets out a huff of amusement. Tom posting this, it’s putting the spotlight on them, but it’s not making their relationship the biggest news. He wonders if this is what they’d planned. He taps out his own response.

@TKazanskyOfficial We have a strict no returns policy.

                He slides his phone back into his pocket and heads inside, lines up for his meal and spies his friends sitting at what he now thinks of their usual table. It all feels a bit like high school, with the different cliques, except for the fact that everyone is far less precious about people mixing it up and sitting wherever that want. Tom is there though, sitting with his friends, along with Freddie, Javy and Callie. Jake is nowhere to be found, and Bradley knows he was planning on going home for dinner. The fact that Pete is also nowhere to be found makes him a little uneasy, but Tom smiles at him calmly, which helps settle the worst of his nerves and he sits down opposite.

                “I guess congratulations are in order?”

                “Yes, I guess they are. You do know him very well, but I don’t think he quite planned it.”

                “What happened?” Bradley asks, and he notices that everyone else around them has fallen quiet and is now listening, something Tom clearly also notes with a sardonic eyeroll.

                “I brought him a cup of coffee and some Tylenol. He said he loved me and asked me to marry him. So I said yes.”

                “Of course that’s how it played out. I’m betting that didn’t help his headache.”

                “Nope. He threw up.”

                Bradley snorts, feels bad, because he shouldn’t be laughing at Pete’s misfortune, except he brought it on himself. He’s sixty next year and should know better.

                “Romantic. Is he even going to remember?”

                “Why do you think I posted it to Instagram?”

                “And who helped you do that?” Bradley asks, because as much as he loves Tom, he also knows there are other reasons he doesn’t use Instagram.

                “Rueben. Natasha was too busy laughing at me,” Tom mutters, and he’s looking a bit dejected, because Natasha has never been intimidated by Tom, which he’s liked for the most part.

                “Yep. Sounds about right,” Bradley says, and Natasha appears to still be laughing. “Also, for the record, I’d totally rock a flower crown.”

                He feels a hand on his back, fingers trailing between his shoulders and he turns to find Jake there, face split with a wide grin, he leans down and gives Bradley a quick kiss, pulling an empty chair from a nearby table over so he can sit down, clearly not at the table or interested in eating, but wanting to be close.

                “Do I want to know why you’re going to be wearing a flower crown?”

                “For the wedding,” Natasha says, and Jake rears back, eye wide.

                “Pete and Tom’s wedding,” Bradley interjects quickly, pulls a face at Natasha, although she just laughs some more. Fortunately Jake hadn’t looked horrified at the idea of a wedding, just surprised and he tucks that away for later reflection. “You still haven’t turned your phone on huh?”

                “Well, I did, but only to take a video of my mom. She’s lying on the sofa and very hungover. I’ve never seen her hungover before. Dad said she’s been there all day. I’m not sure if it’s awesome or a sign of the apocalypse.”

                “Definitely the apocalypse if you don’t delete the video. Tom already posted a photo, but at least you can’t see your mom’s face and she isn’t tagged in it.”

                “Oh shit… did you really?” Jake asks and Tom nods. “Wow. I think her days of having a crush and hero worshipping you are well and truly over…”

                “Your mom has a crush on Tom?”

                “Had. I mean, maybe she still does? Pretty sure posting an unflattering picture isn’t going to exactly endear you to her…”

                “I don’t need to endear myself. It’s why I left them alone to their drinking,” Tom mutters and Bradley looks at him, raises an eyebrow. “They were talking about me.”

                Bradley’s now even more amused, because he’s heard enough of Pete’s drunken soliloquys about Tom to hazard a guess as to the nature of the talking, and if Aunty Kaye was throwing in her thoughts, okay, he can imagine why Tom left them to it and then had zero guilt about banging away at the piano this morning.

…            …            …

                He expects Bradley to be waiting for him in the trailer, but it’s empty and he goes through their last conversation, certain that they’d agreed to meet back here. Of course, if Bradley’s plans changed he has no way of contacting him, his phone is off again and he pulls it out of his pocket and turns it on.

Come by the bunk house?  -BB

                He sends back a quick message, saying he’s on his way, glad it’s only a few minute walk, taking the steps two at a time, knocking at the door even though it’s already ajar, pushes it open further when Bradley calls out for him to come in. Pushing the door open Jake looks around at the half-packed bags, reminds himself to not jump to the worst-case scenario.

                “Going somewhere?”

                “Uh. Well, I thought maybe I could move into your trailer, but then realized I should maybe talk to you about it before I just packed my bags and moved in. Ask you.”

                “Oh,” Jake says, realizing that it’s a best case scenario instead. “Yeah. That would be great.”

                “Great,” Bradley says, his smile easy. “You can help me finish packing then.”

                “Moving in together. You don’t think it’s a little fast?”

                “I can stay here…” Bradley says immediately and Jake’s gut clenches and he’s shaking his head.

                “No!”

                “Jake. This is our relationship and our timeline. I like the idea of sharing a space with you. If we can survive working together for the next couple of months and living in a trailer then… well. I was going to say this is like training wheels. But instead it’s the opposite. Trial by fire. But I am not afraid of these flames at all. Don’t feel like I’m in any danger of getting burnt.”

                Bradley has moved close to him and Jake swallows, lets his hands settle on Bradley’s hips, rests his forehead against his neck.

                “Listen to you, being all poetic.”

                Bradley scoffs.

                “I’m just… how often are we going to be working together on the same film, same location and sharing a trailer? Our future is going to have chunks apart, seems a waste to not spend every moment I can with you while I can.”

                Jake nods, breath shuddery in his lungs as he processes the words. Future. The surety and calmness of Bradley’s tone is centering and he pulls back to better reach his lips and kisses him, lets himself enjoy the scrape of stubble and Bradley’s moustache across his skin, already feeling the curl of warmth that everyone is going to know just by looking at him that he’s been kissing Bradley. A lot. It’s a gentle kiss, tender, one he feels is filled with promise and understanding rather than the desire to arouse someone. Sweet.

                “I love you,” Jake says quietly, the truth of it washing through him. Bradley’s grin is slow and Jake is reminded that while he’s mostly nothing but lovely and sweet, Bradley can also be a bit of an asshole. “If you Han Solo me right now I’ll –”

                “I love you too.”

#Hangster #Sereshaw #more than movie magic #Top Gun Maverick

[yesimwriting]

I agree that Art and Patrick need each other.

How do you think their dynamic would change (if at all) if they were in a throuple with someone?

I want to know your Challengers opinions on EVERYTHING but I suck at coming up with things to ask

this is such a fun ask!

sorry if i'm all over the place, i just had so many thoughts :)

disclaimer: this is based on my interpretation of the plot and characters, so it's very opinion based,, and if you see them differently that's totally okay bc room for interpretation and analysis is what makes an artistic work art :)

okay so i think some of the dynamic changes would depend on the personality of the third person, if that person is similar to tashi (and they actually managed to get into an official relationship) i think everyone would be happy but still a little toxic

this isn't me fully blaming tashi for all their issues btw!! i think fully assigning blame to one individual ruins the point of the movie and oversimplifies their relationships, but i digress

i think part of the reason that the plot of the movie worked out the way it did is bc tashi helped bring out the "hubris" of both art and patrick--patrick's pride and art's ability to trap himself in his head

to me, these are the main traits capable of ruining their relationship

wanting someone like tashi drove patrick's desire to be the "best", i see him as someone with a slightly obsessive personality,, and having someone so desirable, strong willed, and talented kind of becomes an ego thing

however, wanting someone like tashi works the opposite way for someone like art,, he wants to prove himself "worthy" so bad it traps him in his head and actually makes him more insecure

so with patrick constantly working to maintain his improved ego and art struggling to keep up the way he sees himself, ofc things get a little toxic bc even though they care about each other, it's more about their headspace than actually wanting to compete with each other

also i think tashi wanted to want art more than she wanted patrick, but she just wasn't there, which brings me to the dynamic i think would work best

patrick cares about art sm, idc argue with me if u want but i will never be convinced that patrick wasn't in love with art that the entire movie would have been maybe 20 minutes long if art said he wanted to fix their friendship/relationship

this isn't to say that art doesn't love patrick, i just think that they express love in different ways

patrick is so open in his affectionateness, and that's ideal for keeping art from getting stuck in his head, and art loves in a way that emphasizes consistency, which is ideal for someone like patrick, who places sm emphasis on external factors when it comes to his self worth

bc of this i think that the ideal third person for them would be someone that prioritizes art a little more,, i'm not saying someone that would love art more, but someone that'd take care to focus on art's feelings to make sure that art feels like he exists at the center of things

that might sound like a reach, but if you think of the moments in which tashi and patrick connected most, i think it makes sense, for example:

in the dorm room scene when tashi and patrick are about to hook up, they're literally talking about and complimenting art, when tashi and patrick hook up in atlanta it's after finding out about tashi's engagement to art (which 'proves' that tashi loves art), and they hook up in the car after tashi explains why she'd want patrick to throw the match, which implies she still cares about him

also the conversation in which patrick accuses tashi of hating art is arguably one of their least connected moments, even if he's flirting a little, that moment kind of felt like patrick was probing, trying to see where tashi was at

if they were in a throuple, i think they'd be happy, especially with someone that balanced out their pride and insecurities

patrick would become even more affectionate, he's definitely the type to pull in a s/o and kiss them mid sentence and then say he just couldn't help it

art would be even more open about his feelings, he's the type to mention how much he loves his s/o so casually it actually knocks the wind out of you

#ask #challengers x reader #art donaldson x reader x patrick zweig #patrick zweig x reader #art donaldson x you x patrick zweig

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Bengiyo's Queer Cinema Syllabus

Context: @bengiyo made a hypothetical queer cinema syllabus for a hypothetical baby gay to watch. I said "fuck it I'll do it," and he said "dear god, there are so many movies on here, pick three from each section" and I said "absolutely not, I shall watch them all. And here i am I think over a year later and only four sections in. Anyway I am working my way through Unit 4: Heartbreak Alley right now which is:

Bent (1997), Strange Fruit (2004),Boys Don’t Cry (1999), Brokeback Mountain (2005), Parting Glances (1986),Philadelphia (1993), The Living End (1992), Holding the Man (2015), Jeffrey (1995), and Boys on the Side (1995).

Today I will be talking about

Jeffrey (1995) dir. Christopher Ashley

[Run Time: 1:33, Available: Tubi, Google TV; Language: English]

Summary: A poignant romantic comedy about the quest for love and intimacy in the age of AIDS. A story of a thirtyish gay actor/waiter who decides to become celibate...the risk of AIDS has taken all the joy from sex.

Cast: 

Steven Weber as Jeffrey, main character

Michael T Weiss as Steve Howard, love interest

Patrick Steward as Sterling. Jeffrey’s friend

Bryan Batt as Darius, Sterling’s boyfriend

Content warning: this film very much has some costuming choices and lines that do not age well

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I love seeing how movies handle matters of grief, and all the little ways the world continues to turn even as you feel like your life has tilted on an axis. I feel like Jeffery does a really great job of showing this kind of push and pull. It is simultaneously absurdity, the comedy, the pain, it’s all there, and it’s real, and I think it balanced it well without ever tipping over the edge in to something so sad as to move me to tears. Which, I think is the point because this is very much listed as a romantic comedy and I am inclined to agree, at least with the comedy part because this film was very funny. 

And it was fun. 

It was so much fun to watch! 

This film is based off of a play and thus the structure of the film is wonky, it’s disjointed, motifs in some ways, it breaks fourth walls left and right, it spirals in to dance numbers and jeopardy style fantasy all the time, and you can tell that the people making this movie had a really really great time doing so. It was bright, it was vibrant, it was full of life. 

And coming to the end of this movie, it makes so much sense, the intentionality behind the ridiculousness of its scenes, the vibrancy of its sets, the colors and the characters. The intentionality behind the seriousness of it too. The fight between Steve and Jeffrey out front of Steve’s apartment, the conversation between Sterling and Jeffrey in the hospital after Darius died. This is a movie about living. Living despite. 

Jeffrey is terrified of HIV/AIDS. So terrified that he goes from fucking as many people as he can to abstaining from sex altogether. So terrified that he pushes away a man that he has hit it off really well with after finding out he’s HIV positive. So terrified that he is going to sublet his apartment and run away back to Wisconsin to hide from it all. Jeffrey is afraid of death, he is afraid of sickness, he is afraid. So much of this unit has been about what we lost to AIDS. The people we lost, the loves we lost, the memories we lost. And while losing loved ones is a part of this film as well, that is not its primary message. Jeffrey focuses on the life that Jeffery lost, the love, the memories he never made because of fear. He hurt Steve time and time again, he didn’t (or wasn’t going to) march in Pride, he yearned desperately for sex but would not engage in it in any form because he was scared of getting AIDS, and he was scared of losing people to it too. 

I feel like “it is better to have loved and lost than to never to have loved at all” is an appropriate quote when it comes to the thesis of this film. Though I might tweak it to something more like… “it is better to live with loss than to never live at all.” 

gif by @ballumville

This film is listed as a comedy, and something that I personally find absolutely crucial to good comedy is sincerity and seriousness. I do not want comedies to be funny all the way through, I much prefer when a comedy reminds you that it knows the world we live in and finds laughter in it anyway. Because that feels so much truer to life. Jeffry, Darius, and Sterling are at yet another memorial, and they are cruising, and it is not that they aren’t sad to lose another person, but there are just so many men there. Jeffrey, Darius, and Sterling are at yet another memorial and Darius and Sterling insult the choice in music, start to talk about Darius’ inevitable death and Jeffrey doesn’t want to hear it. Jeffrey, Darius, and Sterling are at yet another memorial and Darius and Sterling adorn fancy grieving hats they have stolen from the coatroom to lighten the prayer. 

Grief is learning someone you love has died, and the timer for the oven going off because your lunch is ready. Grief is learning someone died while you are wearing a sweater with In Dog Years I’m Dead printed on it. Grief is learning someone died, and still going to the dinner you planned to have with a friend. Death is terrible and absurd, and lives are changed in an instant, and you can’t stop your roommate from making a joking “everyone still alive?” comment when everyone is very much not. Death is terrible and absurd, and like Jeffrey you go to the hospital to visit a friend, and you have a conversation with them for a full five minutes before he tells you his partner died half an hour ago. Death is terrible and absurd and you are able to cry but the ghost of your friend comes to visit in his CATS costume and tells you everything will be fine.

Jeffrey is scared to have sex, he is scared to acquire HIV, he is scared to lose those he loves to the disease. And he strains against the confines he’s put himself in, all these old parts of himself slipping hands through the bars of their cage. But Jeffrey has trapped himself in a hell of his own design and he’s slapped the label AIDS overtop of it and resigned himself to a boring, meaningless existence away from his life and his friends and all the potential lovers he might find because of his fear. 

This film was funny, it gave you as many reprieves as it could, it held resolute in its sincerity when it needed to, and eased up on the gas before things could go to far. It was funny, it was whimsical, I had a lovely time seeing all the little ways they took a stage play and adapted it for the big screen. I lost my mind at how many truly phenomenal, A-list actors were in this film, most in small guest roles. I’m talking: Sigourney Weaver, Kathy Najimy, Nathan Lane, Christine Baranski, and quite a few more. 

I had a great time watching this film, I loved it alot. Mother Teresa smoking a cigarette and playing piano and all. 

Favorite Moment 

God there were so many good ones. I think my favorite moment is actually the scene during Pride with the newscaster, all these gays crowding around him as he tries to give his report. Getting interrupted by Steve and Sean and Sterling and Darius, the narrative to get straight to the point of Jeffrey’s character in that moment by having the reporter ask Jeffrey what he planned to do during Gay Pride and to have him answer “I’m running” (fucking brilliant), and then of course the moment to end all moments. Sterling telling the newscaster that Angelique was going to get her penis removed after Pride, and seeing her mother proudly exclaim “it’s coming right off!” 

It was such a tight and effective way to show the dynamics of the main characters, how much life and excitement Darius had in being on the news in that moment, the way that Jeffrey was standing apart from everyone else, that he was described as someone who ‘could be anyone’, that he was so visibly outside of the celebrations.

Favorite Quote

“Of course life sucks. It always will. So why not make the most of it? How DARE you not lunge for any shred of happiness?"

A strong contender for my favorite scene of the film, I really loved the push and pull of the scenes with the clergyman. Nathan Lane is a brilliant performer, as is Steven Weber and it is really fun watching moments where you stick two talented people in a room together and let them just cook with gas. I have probably said it too many times at this point that there is a very smart balance between comedy and drama in this film, and the entire scene between these two is one of the clearest examples of that. This line is said to Jeffrey by the Catholic priest as they leave the confessional where the priest has just been talking about how God is in musicals. And Jeffrey is just “what about”ing his way to the endless, miserable spiral of a man who cannot see the joy that rests just beyond his fear. 

I love this line because as someone who has had a non-zero number of lows in their life, I have gotten through those periods of fear, of doubt, of misery by reaching for the smallest joys. In some of my worst bouts of stress, depression, whatever I kept a journal where I forced myself for months, just before bed to write three things I was grateful for that I had experienced that day. So that I might end my day on a positive, and so that I might look back when I needed to to see that no day is wholly good or wholly bad. 

So I appreciate seeing characters get beat over the head with something preachy like that, like grabbing for scraps of happiness wherever they are. 

Score 

9/10 

There were so many great moments, there were so many beautiful lines. It was expertly balanced, and I will never look at balloons the same way again.

#bengiyo queer cinema syllabus #queer cinema syllabus #one more film to go in this section and then it is on to lesbians! #jeffrey #jeffrey (1995)

[monster-noises]

I love second hand book shops, I got to them frequently and always leave with Something and have a good time just peakin around

But i gotta say

It's one of the Worst spots for me in terms of imposter syndrome

I feel like everyone's uneasey with my presence as though i'm a stranger who just stumbled into their inner sanctum and they're.. they're gunna let me stay but they're gunna be weirded out the whole time and breath a sigh of relief when the Strange Unwelcome Freak Leaves

It also happens at record shops and sometimes at small antique shops or cons+festivals

Just this immediate foreboding of being Angrily Tolerated in a Space I Don't Belong

#monster noises #it's Incalculably stupid because 1) it's a store. anyone can go in there. #and 2) in all those locations... I do beling there!!!!!!!! not even in the sense of point 1 where it's a retail location but like!!!! #Book shops Record shops Antique malls Cons... are all like super 100% right up my alley nerd shit these Should be like '''''my people''''''' #which is i think a strong contributing factor to this pervasive feeling like #there's an underlying current of not just being in there to Shop but that i want the other people there to Like Me? I guess? #in our limited interaction? #i want them to see that i'm One Of Them and it makes me nervous #because whenever i am trying to be a Part of something i Immediately feel like some kind of isolated hollow fraud #like i'm worried that i not only Look like a poser #but that i Am #secretly #a Poser #so secretly that I don't even relaiE i'm a poser #it probably doesn't help that i also always have The most off-kilter interactions with the staff in these scenerios #it's never anything truly embarassing #but it's always like i try to be as nice as possible but their reaction is never what i expect #and it throws me off #it's a hard thing to pin down in words but like.. it feels like they are more than anything just Waiting for me to leave #if not from the get-go then from the moment i open my mouth to answer a question #and like idk !!! i'm trying so hard to be open and friendly and not just use canned response but also not be Too weird or too loud #and be engaged in conversation but it never works! #it's like i ooze some deeply unpleasant vibe and it turns everyone off me immediately when i enter their space #i'll see other customers having lovely conversations with staff and stuff and then when it's me it's like Cold #truly it does nothing for my self esteem #not everyone has yo or is going to like me but i really don't think it's too big an ask to not be scrutinized by store staff Constantly ;<;

[aropride]

i really dont understand studying at all like genuinely i don't know what it is . i know about "taking notes" and "reading the textbook" and that's it . quizlet doesn't do shit for me because i don't know what to. do. with the cards. look at them ? am i supposed to just look at them . No one bothered teaching me actual skills bc i got good grades when i was 8 and now i am so hopelessly lost . why did no one think to teach me this for when stuff got harder than four plus three

#text #ive never understood flashcards . like what to do with them. how is that any more different or helpful than just like... writing a list on #paper of vocab terms or whatever #and like conceptually i know 'learning' is like. not only committing things to memory but also being able to engage with it which #is why teachers loveeeee group discussions and essays. but like. you read the text and then you go to class and Discuss but how do you #Learn what the text is saying like how do you . put it in your brain and udnerstand and remember it . #i think im missing something very simple because everyone else in the world seems to understand this fine #like where does the part where you go oh! i understand this and can explain it in my own words. Happen #how do u force it to happen if its not something ur autistic about #Like the only example i can think of rn of this is when i hyperfixated on hpa axis dysregulation + trauma a couple weeks ago #so i was learning stuff about it for Fun and not for school so no comprehension tests or notes or anything #and basically i'd just put on a webinar while i sorted seaglass or worked on sewing or whaever #and i can explain the concept fine. ur brain controls ur body so if it gets too scared ur body loses its shit basically. #but i dont remember most of the words. i still can barely define neurotransmitter #i can apply this to my own life but i confuse the hippocampus and the frontal lobe and the amygdala etc #and i couldnt point out any of them on a diagram #i dont get it . like i know a lot and simultaneously nothing at all abt it #how am i supposedto be remembering words and numbers AND understanding the concepts AND im supposed to do that between #reading the book and engaging in thoughtful conversation with my peers i dont understand

[natjennie]

i know the plagues being obsessed with thomas was largely a joke bc alison threw her portrait of him in the basement, but I think there's actually a lot of potential for them to get along like. the plague ghosts are largely intelligent, they play games together, talk, comfort each other, the same as the upstairs ghosts. they have a working knowledge of mechanics, they're interested in art and theater. they are honestly some of the most cultured ghosts in the house. they like to learn, they just enjoy being included, they are pretty easy going. thomas likes to talk, likes to teach, likes to engage. all of thomas' exercises and ponderings would be a hit with the plagues I swear. it genuinely seems like they would get along, am I crazy?

#one episode all the ghosts havent seen thomas all day #and theyre like oh fuck did he get sucked off #did someone say something that would make him go to the lake #where is he #and then he comes up from the basement with a few of the plagues at the tail end of a conversation #like nigel is like 'you know what i really admire your ability to read into the themes like that-' #'i would never have viewed the stepmother as so complex' #and thomas is like 'when you work with the arts as long as i do it becomes second nature. you'll get there' #and everyone is like UHH????? #and he's like #'oh sorry did i neglect to mention? since you philistines refuse to engage ive started a sort of book club with the downstairs ghosts' #'a kind of socratic discussion about the works-' #he just blabs on and on and the plagues are like #'its been lovely see you next week!' #and alison is dumbfounded #bbc ghosts

[kittlyns]

I had yet another long, strenuous day yesterday and didn't finish work until super late and then I couldn't fall asleep until well past 2am cuz I was in so much pain from standing literally all day

#what made it worse was the client I spent most of my day with was a brand new client. and she booked super last minute #so I wasnt mentally prepared for doing a 5 hour color. and her natural hair was already pretty light so I had to foil foil foil. go back. #pull out first couple foils. foil foil foil. go back. pull out the next few. #over and over and over. #and her hair was so fucking long. and so fucking thick. #and after the first hour she wouldn't talk. like I like my silence so I don't fight it much #but every now and then I would try to engage with her. I'd say something and she would straight up ignore me. no acknowledgment. #which makes me feel anxious cuz it's like jesus... does she hate me?? did I piss her off somehow? #even when I finished her hair (it looked fucking amazing no lie. one of my best highlights yet.) she had next to no reaction to it #she was like 'it looks fine. I mean good. it's good.' completely deadpan #I laughed it off and was like yeah it's been a long day girl! but it looks amazinggg on you!! #no response. deep inhale. alright. #whatever tho. #when I did finally get off work I stopped @ bojangles cuz I was lightheaded and hadn't eaten since morning #and when I tell you I almost broke down into tears cuz there were so many people crowding the goddamn pickup area. #and so many bizarre conversations going on. genuinely felt like I was in some form of hell #like my feet hurt. my back hurts. I'm tired. I didn't get the validation I like to have over a 5 hour transformative color. #I'm hungry and there are two elderly women blocking the pickup counter. one is hard of hearing so she keeps yelling HUH??? #and the other only speaks in soft baby whispers. that goes as well as you can imagine. #there's a man behind me grilling an employee abt whether or not he goes to church. he starts witnessing to him #and the employee says 'I've never thought about it like that before' no less than 4 times. #there's a child in front of me playing tiktoks @ full volume. and this is all happening simultaneously. #I really considered just leaving without my food but I knew I needed to eat and didnt have anything at home so I stuck it out #was it worth it? no. bojangles honestly sucks these days but what's a girl gonna do. #got home and tried to pass out but nope. tossed and turned all night. #put on hot n cold patches to try to soothe the pain a little. didn't work cuz one pain would be eased a bit and another pain would take over #blahhhhhh #and now. I get to do it all over again! yippeeeeeee!!!!!!!!

[cupiare]

walking into work tomorrow for the staff training day after i got rejected for the job i was near guaranteed to get and didn’t find out the news from my boss who i was with the whole morning in TUTOR PLANNING DAY FOR NEXT YR FOR TUTORIALS THAT TUTORS WOULD BE DOING THAT I WAS BOOKED INTO WITH THE TUTORS THE ROLE I APPLIED FOR AND HAD A VERY GOOD INTERVIEW FOR i found out from a noreply auto generated email from hr that was sent out as soon as i stepped out of the meeting room :) and then got invited back to the meeting for the rest of the day where my manager repeatedly talked about taking my good ideas from my interview and implementing them into tutorials next yr. after i got rejected via generated email. How we doing guys 😆

#p #me personally. and not just me literally everyone else coworkers students anyone but my manager apparently was in my favor #like advocated for me #i got insanely good feedback from everyone #like that job is. mine already. i’ve done that job and my job and i did that voluntarily #no hate to the other candidate lovely girlie she is but being told my interview was great #and my teaching task was great and she’s never seen HER OWN GROUP OF STUDENTS so engaged in a task before #and then being highly praised for my vision and ethic etc #and me knowing this shitass school and system inside out and still wanting to be here and being passionate abt what i do #and STILL i get turned down. thats personal i take it personally #but bcs i know this place i wouldn’t have been surprised if it was just that #its the cruelty of how they let me know #this entire day was like being spat in the face #like thanks for all your hard work! bye now! you won’t be here much longer but we’ll take all the good things you’ve come up with! #i’m so shocked #i had a go at my manager and APPARENTLY the email wasn’t supposed to go out ‘yet’ but its a very convenient coincidence that it did then #isnt it #i’ve never in my life felt so disrespected ngl #like i still didn’t get a proper conversation about it ???? literally only got good feedback and a quick apology??? #how dare you and what did i do to you to deserve this like literally #my feelings are CRUSHED its essentially like getting laid off #cause i’m gonna leave soon anyway its like yeaaa we don’t want you actually #well then ! thanks for treating me like a valuable employee and person with feelings