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wileys-russo · 3 months

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Girlfriend ficlet with Lucy pretty please 🩵🩵

girlfriend ficlet

"luce! we need to go or we'll be late man." you yelled out, rolling your eyes and tapping away at your phone. "aih alright alright, perfection takes time y'know?" your girlfriend finally joined you with a cocky smile.

"your confidence is as always, nauseating." you gagged, the taller girl chuckling and pulling you into a kiss. "i know you only act like ya hate it, when really it turns ya on baby." the defender mumbled into the kiss with a grin.

"sorry hang on-" you pulled away and again fake gagged. "such a child." lucy clicked her tongue and shook her head, shoving yours to the side. "ah! your perfection takes time? my hair takes longer, hands off the merchandise bronze." you warned wagging a finger at her.

"not the kind of merchandise you're slingin that i like to have my hands on anyway stanway." the brunette smiled with a wink, grabbing your bag for you. "didn't you just yell at me we were going to be late?" lucy teased holding her hand out which you accepted.

"hey its not me whose going to have issues with you being late." you chuckled, your dinner guest the one you knew would be causing problems if any.

your girlfriend retorting something back in spanish knowing you wouldn't understand you rolled your eyes and smacked her.

"we get it, you live in barcelona!"

"god man we said seven, its nearly seven thirty! not only do you corrupt me little sister but you're a bad influence on her time management lucy." georgia scowled the moment you arrived at the table.

"older sister! thank you very much." you pulled your younger sister into a hug as she stood to greet you. "older but smaller, big little sister!" georgia teased patting your head condescendingly. "don't you encourage her!" you warned your girlfriend with a sharp glare as she chuckled.

"gonna have to do a bit more than laughin at my jokes to get back into me good books here lucy." georgia warned, though you relaxed a little when she hugged the taller girl and all three of you sat down.

"its been a year now georgia, get over it." you rolled your eyes playfully, conversation flowing easily as you tucked yourself into lucys side despite the teasing from your sister.

"so, did you make a decision yet?" georgia asked only a half hour into the meal. "christ gee i haven't even had my entree yet! lay off man." you sighed, your contract with city due for renewal once again as you'd only signed on for one year extension.

you felt lucys fingers trace absentminded patterns on your shoulder, the brunette already knowing your answer and that georgia wasn't likely to take it all that well.

gratefully she didn't ask again, clearly picking up on the vibe that you weren't ready to talk about it and not wanting to ruin the time you did have together.

with a small hamstring strain you'd been ruled out of games and proper training for two weeks, so you'd flown to barcelona to see your girlfriend each weekend in between your rehab program.

conveniently barcelona had drawn bayern for their group stage of the uwcl and it almost seemed divine timing that you were actually able to watch, some of your teammates teasing that you were faking the injury to watch the match.

taking your seat the following afternoon you were wedged between lucys brother and mother, having already been absolutely berated by your sister over facetime earlier this morning for your outfit choice.

also ribbed by your older brothers who'd made the trip too you were grateful to be sat in the home section and away from their constant teasing you were bringing shame to the family in your bronze jersey.

the game started off with both teams coming out swinging, no goals conceded on either end by half time, lucy finding you and her family in the crowd and sending a grin and a wave in your direction.

your sister on the other hand caught your eye and flipped you the bird, something you were certain would be circulating twitter in a matter of hours.

you and lucy hadn't officially come out as dating but you also didn't shy away from 'soft launching' as leah had taught you it was called, and you allowed the rumour mill to circulate, no doubt in your mind your appearance here would only send it haywire.

the second half kicked off and from the very first touch it was apparent the barca girls had come out with a vengeance, bagging three goals in the first twenty minutes all with different scorers, your girlfriend assisting two of them.

the game finally ending with barcelona reigning supreme winning five to nil you were up on your feet as the stadium let out a thunderous cheer and the girls did their laps, a smile curling on your face watching your sister and girlfriend walk together, pushing one another around and joking with a grin.

after georgia had found out the two of you were dating she hadn't taken it well, getting over the initial shock and refusing to speak to either you or lucy for three whole weeks.

eventually leah and keira had gotten in her ear and spoken smacked some sense into her, reminding it was your life and your choice and your happiness, and she'd be a bad sister to stand in the way of that.

so to see them back to normal joking around and hugging flooded your body with relief, an immense weight off your shoulders of months of being the only connection between them, their new clubs meaning besides international duty they hardly saw one another.

eventually the crowd was dispersed leaving all the girls and their respective friends and families, you sat up on the barrier as lucy stood in between your legs, hands splayed across your thighs as you spoke with a few of her friends and teammates.

"so, am i wrong to hear we might have to see more of you soon chica?" mapi grinned as you pinched your girlfriends hip sharply and she winced. "maybe." you answered with a sly smile before grumbling in lucys ear about how she had a big mouth.

"you don't normally seem to mind my mouth though babe, especially when it serves you." the brunette mumbled back, stretching so her lips grazed your ear and she squeezed dangerously high up your leg as you blushed bright red and smacked her shoulder.

"well if that is true then maybe lucia will stop looking so miserable and going on and on about how much she misses you." alexia smiled, accent thick but you appreciated their efforts to speak english with you as a few of the girls laughed and lucy shot her a glare.

"we should go see my family luce, i think gee's done licking her wounds." you murmured as lucy nodded, turning her head to peck your lips and pushing herself up as mapi wolf whistled sending the two of you a wink.

you laughed as lucy rolled her eyes and helped you down, taking your hand as you waved the girls goodbye before the two of you crossed the pitch to where most of the bayern girls were spending time with their own families.

"well well well, the little traitor returns." sol grinned as you punched his shoulder and both you and lucy made the rounds greeting your family, keira also speaking with georgia a few feet away.

"just tryin out the colours before the big move then aih?" sol of course had to open his own big mouth right as georgia and keira returned, the blondes eyes widening at your brothers words.

"the what?" she sent you a glare as you smiled guiltily, sinking into lucys arms as she held you from behind, really using you as more of a human shield than trying to offer you any sort of comfort.

"surprise?" you smiled, biting your bottom lip as keira sighed and pinched her forehead and georgia let out a laugh. "so, barcelona then? officially?" she asked, scarily calm as you nodded.

"won't be announced until the summer, the contracts all but signed." you admitted as georgia nodded, seemingly processing as you started to relax a little assuming she was taking it better than you'd worried.

you were wrong.

"LUCY COME HERE I'M GONNA KILL YA AGAIN!"

#woso x reader #woso #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso community #woso blurbs #lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze #engwnt #georgia stanway x reader

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ttoddii · 3 months

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"Interested"

Bada Lee x f!reader

warnings: bad grammar, might not be the best tbh, FLUFF, maybe a bit of angst?(please do tell me if i need to add something)

word counts: 1,7k

summary: you're worried and bada decided to make you feel better.

a/n: i'm new with posting on tumblr so please be nice to me ;-; i am also looking forward to making friends and knowing you guys (please i have no friends) anyway, have fun reading it, and i hope you enjoy my story as much as i have fun writing it.

Bada has always attracted women and men, she’s like a magnet, her charisma is undeniable. As much as you try to soothe yourself about it, telling yourself that your girlfriend is just doing her job and it’s a good thing she’s attractive.

You know out of all the choices she could have made, she chose you, and that thought alone makes you feel all warm and fuzzy. but yet again, just seeing how she dances and how everyone swoons over her makes your possessiveness acting up. As much as you want to be a reasonable girlfriend, a nice one that is not overly controlling, sometimes it’s hard to just accept the fact that there are much more people “better” than you out there who would quite literally beg bada to date them.

You sigh just at the thought of it until you heard your apartment’s door open. Your head perks up and you smile brightly. You and Bada shared an apartment together, and if you’re already home, that could only mean that Bada is home from work.

“Hey baby”, bada walked in, wearing her blue jersey and beige cargo pants. God, why does she always have to look that good?

You smile brightly and walk to the door so you can put your arms over her shoulder and give bada a kiss to say welcome home. You basically jump onto her and hug her tightly.

“I made dinner, we could drink some soju tonight if you’re up to it?”, you offer, in which she gladly nods and puts her arm over your waist to guide you to the dinner table.

Bada had been practicing a lot with bebe, after Street Women Fighters 2 her schedule got a lot more busy. Bada feels bad about it, knowing that you always wait for her at home, so patiently, waiting for her to make time to hang out, even if it just means a game night. So when you offer to drink with her, who is she to say no?

Offering to drink with Bada goes horribly wrong as you have a low alcohol tolerance. Well, obviously you know that, but you just want to drink with bada tonight. Sadly, you drank around 1 bottle of soju and is already drunk. Your arm being the only support as you put your elbow on the table and one side of your cheek on top of your hand.

Bada chuckles, her hands decide to hold your face up by the cheeks to look at your face. Making your arm drop and you smile silly while looking at Bada.

“So pretty”, she whispered softly. Your cheeks are bright pink, squished up from how Bada is holding your face up. You breath out so softly. It would be a shame if Bada doesn’t kiss you right then and there, so she stands up and walks over to give you a kiss on your lips. Just a small one, like a quick peck, she intends to do that, but your lip is so soft, and it looks even more tempting now that you’re drunk.

Bada cupped your cheek, she kissed you softly and gradually harder, sloppier, until she picked you up and carried you over to your shared bedroom.

You mumbles a lot of things when you’re drunk, Bada sometimes laughs at your remark of how good the chicken tastes today, or how you furrow your brows and just suddenly open your eyes to count your fingers.

When she put you down to the bed, she didn’t expect you to suddenly cry out loud. Your upper body shoots up and bada holds it immediately.

“Baby?” she said softly, not knowing why you suddenly cried, she look at you closely and try to comfort you by hugging you tightly. You sulk like a baby, your head finds its way to Bada’s chest, and you throw your arms over her waist to hug her while you cry your eyes out.

“Why do you have to always look so good?” you shout while crying, your head shaking into bada’s chest. It was a silly question, it really is, it’s not like Bada can decide how she looks, especially now when she’s a public figure. But at that time when you’re drunk, you just want to say it all out, basically go on a rant about how she looks too good.

“I look good?” Bada asks you again, and you nod at her, head still at Bada’s chest while you cry. She laughs at your action, pat your back lightly in an attempt to calm you down, she hugs you in her arms and gently lets her hand travel through the locks of your hair. “I'm sorry” she said softly.

You shake your head “No, you’re beautiful, and if you’re THAT beautiful, many people will just…just jump at any chance to have you” you cry even louder now at the thought. You know that it’s not her fault that she looks good, and you take pride in how talented and good looking your girlfriend is too. But sometimes you’re also jealous about it, your mind will wander about how people could just snatch her away from you. Bada pat your back while she explains that she won’t leave you.

“Baby, I love you” she said repeatedly, her hands cupping your cheeks so that she can hold your face to look up at her. “I love you” she said again. and you cry even harder at that, tears keep clouding your vision even when you want to look at Bada so bad right now.

“Sh sh, I love you baby” she hush, holding you in her arms, she must have been neglecting you so much for you to be so insecure about losing her. And because of that she feels bad, she hugs you even tighter as you cry into her chest.

Bada is in no way a “bad” girlfriend. She was just busy working so she can pay for your expenses. She was more than enough, the best you could ever ask for. And you know that, that’s why you’re scared of losing her.

At some point, you cried yourself to sleep while Bada still held you in her arms. Sighing, bada slowly let your upper body down to the bed. She walks outside to clean up the dinner table while her thoughts are still in a trance.

Is she a bad girlfriend? She was so focused on work that she didn’t even realize how you felt. Bada softly walks into the shower, making sure to not wake you up. Her two colored hair wet from the dripping water, bada slowly massage her scalp, slowly relax from the tension.

She doesn’t want you to worry over anything, especially your relationship with her. She loves you wholeheartedly, and she never even thinks about choosing someone else. You’re a nice girl, always try so hard to please Bada with what you can do.

You supported Bada with everything you have. Always attend her dance classes if you could, you try to get close to her dance crew, and you are just so adorable when you try hard to be in her life.

Bada was a hard person, she always had that cool demeanor, she acted all fun and happy around people. But in reality, she rarely truly opens up her heart for others, her members are some people that she trusts. So when you come up and slowly slide your way into her heart, it was truly something she never expected. And before she knew it, she had fallen head over heel for you. She can never imagine anyone else but you by her side.

Bada turns off the water, stepping into your shared bedroom and cuddles you, her mind wandering off to how to resolve the problem while she hugs you tightly from behind. You nudge yourself closer to her, feeling warm and secure from her touch.

Bada smile, you’re so gentle, always a soft bunny for her to hold and protect. “Little bunny”, she whispers, fingers gently stroking through your hair until eventually her eyes slowly close and she goes to sleep.

When you wake up the next morning, Bada has already left the house. Your head hurt from drinking last night so you decide to stay in bed. You do not remember how you got in bed last night, but you assume that Bada brought you in.

Remembering that Bada has an interview today, it’s just a casual one and it will be live on national television. It's a program to celebrate KBS’s birthday. And that’s probably why she left early in the morning, you turn on the tv so you can watch it, while you slowly stand up and stretch, letting the tv do its work.

“Now, to the question everyone had been waiting for,” the interviewer said, smiling and talking to Bada “we all know that you have a lot of fans, you attract quite a handful of men that like you don't you?”

You scoff, yea right, of course the national television would not even let a bit of same sex relationship get onto their precious live.

You roll your eyes, “as if she doesn’t have more girl fans than boy fans” you mumble.

Bada smile and nod her head “yes, indeed” she said politely, knowing that if they ask something she should just answer, without trying to provoke something else.

“Well, the big question is, what is your type in men?” the interviewer said, smiling and gesturing for bada to answer.

Your blood boiling just from hearing the question “yah! What type of question is that?” you mumble “and on the national channel too!” you said louder now. As if they could hear you through the screen.

Bada furrowed her brows “hm, i don’t really have a taste in men. I think that people who are interested in that question and want to ask me about it must be out of their mind” she laughed. "After all, I think they should be more curious and interested in who my girlfriend is right now.” Bada smiles after saying that, her eyes look straight to the camera lens and wink knowingly.

She knows, she knows you’re watching.

And listening to that makes your heart drop, your mouth gasped and your eyes fill with tears once again.

#bada lee x reader #bada lee x y/n #bada lee #swf2 x reader #bada fluff #fluff #⟢ tod's chaos

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meosq · 9 months

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BOYFRIEND IZANA

“말해줘, say it back, oh, say it, ditto”

warnings ; fem!reader violence kinda sexual.

Genre ; fluff

— Izana is the type of guy who only has a soft spot for you and Kakucho (which he refuses to acknowledge), low-key so funny to see the switch up happen so easily

“Fuck off, you guys are useless” izana states as he kicks his subordinates while kissing his teeth.

“ cant do anything-“

“ hi zana! I missed you today”

“Hi sweetheart, do you want to go get dinner” ignoring the groans from the floor.

“Oh of course!”

— not surprising, but Izana is pretty well off. I mean look at his gang.. you telling me he isnt loaded??

“Hey sweetheart, got you that dress you was eyeing up! “

“Zana.. wasnt it like 60,000¥…”

“So?…”

—like Mikey, this dude is lowkey a stalker… especially before you guys where together. He watched you closely and made sure noone hurt you.. ( also made sure anyone who confessed wouldnt see you again. )

— even after getting together the stalking wouldn’t stop , (unless told too) cause i mean it kind off made you safer knowing he was basically helping you stay safe without bothering you too much

“Babe i can literally see you, if you’re gonna follow me at least hold my hand..”

— Bae is literally WHIPPED , no matter how you guys met he either fell in love first sight or you fell first but he fell harder..

“Love you sweeetiieeeee!! Love you love you love you-“

“Okay zana we get it, love you too! “

— He may look like the type to hate PDA.. but not going to lie…. He fucks with it so hard. You’re telling me he isn’t gonna have a make-out session in a restaurant cause you called him hot??

“B-babe were in publi-“

“So? Dont care , theyre just going to have to enjoy the show. Plus you taste to good”

— This demon isn’t afraid of embarrassing you in public for his own pleasure, whether that be slapping your ass or grinding on you when walking past you.

“ow!” You jumped. “Zana stop , you cant keep doing this.. im literally trying to order a pizza on the phone man”

“sorryyyy… you’re ass looked too good hehe”

— To be honest, hes a pretty private guy so dont blame him when the gang doesnt even know he has a gf .

“Boss, i have this girl for you she’s beautiful-“

“No”

“Why? You always say no, maybe just this once?”

“Ive got a girlfriend.”

“what.”

“yeah? Did you not know”

“NO WHAT??”

“Oh ahaha”

-kiyo

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #izana kurokawa #izana x you #izana x reader #izana tokyo revengers #tr #tokyo #revengers #izana kurokawa x reader #anime #anime x reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months

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AITA for retroactively cheating on my partner?

Look, I know the title sounds kinda dumb, but it was kind of the best way I could sum it up. This also might get a little long. I'm just trying to give the context it needs that I feel sorta led me to the decisions I made.

I (22M) went on my first vacation with my partner (25F) last summer. Our vacation was to a relatively local spot not too far out of the city that's decently popular. We'd been dating at that point for around 18 months, though a lot of our dating had been done online cuz of the whole global pandemic thing. When the restrictions started loosening she started getting pushy about me moving in. This caused some tension between us, but it always kind of fizzled out. I still lived with my dad at that point. I'd never moved in with her, since I always wanna be really absolutely sure about these things beforehand, and I'll admit to viewing our week long vacation as sort of a trial run for maybe, one day, taking that step. All of this is just context for the fact that I was really serious about her. It was also the first real adult relationship that I'd been in.

If it was meant to be a trial for moving in, the vacation probably brought to the surface all the issues that I'd had with her. It was seriously a disaster. Our first day was great, but she spent a lot of the next two days taking calls from work and having some "alone time". I was really pissed off on the third day, waking up to ask if she wanted to go swimming, and having her tell me she was up for hours, and if I wanted to go I should've talked to her earlier. I suggested things we could do together, and we did eat lunch together and go to the pool, but she wasn't at all interested in doing anything else with me. After lunch, she sort of disappeared, so I went to the bar myself and considered texting her to join me. I got distracted talking to a guy, and soon enough we were super invested in the conversation together.

For context, I'm probably somewhere on the bi/pan end of things, but I grew up and continued living in a close minded small town. Especially last year, I was very much not out, not comfortable with people seeing me as in any way lgbtq adjacent, and still holding onto a lot more internalised stuff than I was willing to admit to.

This guy (who I'll call R) and I hit it off. We had lots in common, and he was fun to hang around with, and a good listener. I won't lie, I did find him pretty physically attractive, but naturally, it wasn't a huge issue. I've never had a problem being faithful, it's something I value over anything else in a relationship. When I spoke to my girlfriend about him later, she make some teasing remarks towards me about him being my "boyfriend". I was extremely sensitive about this, and snapped at her, to which she called me oversensitive and complained I never understand her jokes. I, being more mean than I should've been, told her she should try being funny, and she just called me misogynistic, which I resented, so I walked out, and came back later when I was sure she was asleep.

The next day, she shut me off completely, which I understood. I apologised, but I appreciated that she needed some space. I ended up meeting R at the pool again. We went for a hike, which took longer than expected, and made it home at dinner, which we got together. He insisted on paying in full, and we had a fun time, walking back to the hotel together. He told me he was leaving that evening, and I offered to help him pack. We got into his room, I helped him pack, we talked, traded socials, and, eventually, just out of the blue, I kissed him. I don't really know why, but it was nothing more than a chaste kiss, and I panicked and left.

The rest of the trip with my girlfriend was mostly us keeping to ourselves, and while we made up, there was definitely an atmosphere. The atmosphere just stayed. We broke up in October, for reasons unrelated directly to the vacation.

However, my issue is that from the vacation to when my gf and I broke up, R and I were dming each other. Objectively,it wasn't anything romantic or sexual, no nudes, nothing like that. We would just talk like we always did. We decided to try out dating in February of this year, and so far, its been great - he's genuinely a brilliant partner, we have far less conflicts, we sort things out quicker, and we generally seem to mesh much better than I did with my ex. But being with him has sort of taught me that what I valued him for when we were just talking is also what I mostly value him for now that we're dating - his good listening, his great sense of humour, the fact he just seems to get me. I could be overthinking things, but I can't shake this weird feeling that while I was with my ex I was somehow having all the trappings of another relationship whilst not indulging in the traditional markers of one. It just doesn't feel right to me. Am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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canirove · 1 year

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I don’t like you, Mason Mount | Chapter 12

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“Dani, there is someone at the door asking for you.”

“Me?”

“Yep” my sister says.

“Who?”

“You have to go and see for yourself.”

“I don’t like the way that sounds, Monica.”

“Just go, auntie. Please” Lola says next to her.

“Ok, then” I sigh, putting away the book I was reading. “But I swear, if this is a trap…”

“Hello, Daniela.”

“No. No, no, no.”

“Just listen to him.”

“Please, auntie” Lola pouts.

“I hate you all. All of you” I say, pointing first at Lola, then at my sister and then… Then at Mason.

“We’ll leave you alone” Monica says, she and Lola disappearing into the kitchen.

“Speak.”

“I’ve broken up with my girlfriend.”

“Yeah, sure” I snort.

“I have. And I am going to make it official. Right now” he says, taking his phone from his pocket and starting to type something.

“What… What are you doing?”

“Making it official” he says, showing me his phone. “Will this story be enough, or do I need to also make a post and tweet about it?”

“I… I think that’ll be enough.”

“Good. It is live now.”

“Do you want me to congratulate you for it or something? It was just posting a story, anyone can do it.”

“Yeah” he chuckles. “Anyway, that was all. Enjoy the summer, Daniela.”

“Are you… are you leaving?”

“I have training session in an hour, this weekend is our last game. You guys are invited if you want to come.”

“I’ll pass.”

“Still. I’ve reserved tickets for your family, they can go if they want.”

“Thank you, Mason” I mutter.

“Goodbye, Daniela.”

“Bye.”

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“Dani, where are you going?”

“To the beach. It looks like the sunset today will be breathtaking.”

“You are so lame” Monica laughs.

“It isn’t lame” my dad says. “Your mum and I loved watching the sunset together. We actually shared our first kiss watching the sunset back home.”

“Aww, dad. You had never told us that story.”

“You never asked” he shrugs.

“Now I want to know more” I say.

“I’ll tell you all the details later while we have dinner. What do you say?”

“That sounds like a plan. Dani?” my sister asks me.

“Yeah, sure. I won’t be gone for too long, I promise.”

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“Maybe I am a bit lame” I laugh to myself while I take another photo of the sunset.

This was the first time I had managed to walk down to the beach since we had arrived in Portugal for our holidays. Going there made me think of what happened the previous year. Of Mason. And I was here to disconnect, not to keep thinking about him.

After his visit to show me that this time it was real, that he had broken up with his girlfriend, we hadn’t seen each other again. And I hadn’t heard from him either. He had gone silent on Instagram, probably to focus on the few games he had left with Chelsea and the national team, and avoid all the drama his ex was creating online. She kept doing Instagram lives answering fans questions, saying that she still loved him and that if they had broken up, it was because of a third person. Had Mason told her about me?

“That’s a beautiful sunset, isn’t it?”

“It was until you showed up” I manage to say, my heart beating so fast I fear it may break my chest.

“Glad to know mean Daniela still is with us.”

“You are my favourite victim, Mason. I can’t help it” I shrug, turning around to look at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m on holidays with my family. They loved this place last year.”

“And here at the beach? Did my sister tell you I was coming?”

“What? No, no. I’ve actually been coming here every day expecting to see you” he says with a shy smile, his dimple showing. Dear God, I had miss it so much.

“You… You have?”

“Yeah, I have. Which is something lame to do, not taking photos of the sunset.”

“It is a bit lame, yes” I chuckle.

“But I wanted to see you again. To talk with you.”

“About what? I’m pretty sure we have already said everything that is to be said.”

“We haven’t. Or at least, I haven’t. Because in case you hadn’t noticed, I’ve fallen in love with you. I seriously don’t know how or even why, especially keeping in mind that since the moment we met you’ve only been a mean bitch to me” he laughs. “But it has happened. I’m in love with you, Daniela. I love you.”

“Mason, I…”

“I know I’ve hurt you and that it probably is too late. That you’ve moved on. But I had to say it. I needed to say it aloud to someone who wasn’t Dec or my siblings. I needed to tell you.”

“Wait, everyone knows?”

“Yeah…” he says, scratching the back of his head. “I’ve apparently been a miserable shit for the past few months, they were worried about me, and I had to tell them. Anyway, that was all. I just wanted you to know, and I understand if now you don’t want to see me again.”

“I…” I’m frozen in place. I don’t know what to do. What to say. He is in love with me. He loves me. Mason… he loves me.

“Goodbye, Daniela” he says, starting to walk away.

“Wait, what?” I say, watching him leave. “Mason… Mason!” I call. But he doesn’t listen, he just keeps walking. “Mason… Mason Tony Mount!”

“You know my full name? That’s new” he says, still walking.

“Bloody hell…” I murmur. “Mason, can you please wait!” I say, running towards him. “Mason, I love you!”

“You what?” he says, suddenly stopping and making me crash against his back. “You... what are you doing down there?”

“I don’t know, I just fancied sitting down on the sand for a bit.”

“You did?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course I didn’t, you idiot. I fell when I crashed against you. Are you gonna help me get up or not?”

“Yeah, yeah” he says, offering me his hand. The moment I’m up, he grabs me by the waist, pulling me closer to him. “What were you saying before you almost broke my back in half?”

“Before I did what? Who is the one who ended up on the floor?” I say, my eyes fixed on the way my hands are resting on his chest.

“Ok, fine. It was my fault. But what did you say?”

“I can’t remember.”

“Dani…”

“Don’t call me that, you haven’t earned it. Yet.”

“Yet? Does that mean that I am close to it?”

“Maybe” I shrug.

“Interesting… But are you going to repeat what you said earlier or not?” he says, pulling me a bit closer to him.

“I… I said…”

“Yes…”

“I love you” I whisper, my eyes still fixed on my fingers.

“I didn’t hear you” he says, moving one of his hands to my chin, making me look at him. He is trying really hard not to smile, and as always, I get distracted by his dimple.

“Have I ever told you that I am obsessed with that dimple on your left cheek?”

“That is very cute, but my dimple isn’t what we were talking about.”

“I…”

“You what” he says, lifting my chin a bit more, forcing me to look him in the eyes. This time I can’t escape, I can’t stop looking at them. Since when does he have such beautiful eyes?

“I love you, Mason.”

“Finally” he smiles, leaning forward and kissing me while the sun sets behind us.

#mason mount #mason mount fanfic #mason mount imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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eternallyhyucks · 13 hours

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first love | choi yeonjun, wc: 2.5k

— unrequited love, angst

— this is my first long fic pls bare w me😭

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your crush on yeonjun wasn’t like the rest of the crushes you’ve had in your life. this time you were actually friends and you spent a lot of time together. but after a while, you felt like maybe your crush was more than just that.

the first time you met yeonjun was on his first day at your job. you had only started about 2 weeks before and he walked up to the register saying it was his first day. even before he walked up you had noticed how cute he was when he stood in the line, so when he said he was working there, you felt a little flustered.

so his first day began, and you had to start training him. unfortunately for him, you were also still a trainee yourself. about an hour into the shift, while you were showing him how to make a drink, your other coworker came up behind the two of you to see how you were doing and noticed the color of the drink was a little off. he took the cup in his hand, smelled the tea, and that’s when you realized your mistake: you used to wrong tea. you and yeonjun giggled about it but you still couldn’t help but feel a little embarassed.

before your shift ended, you built up the courage to ask yeonjun for his instagram. he agreed and you started looking for a sticky note for him to write on. after looking for a minute, you realized the store probably ran out so you just grabbed a sharpie and told him to write it on your hand. the moment he took your hand to write his username, you felt your breath hitch.

as soon as you got home, you went to follow him and as you were scrolling through his highlights, you noticed he had a girlfriend. you laughed a little because it made sense.

so you moved on. at least it wasn’t an actual crush. you just thought he was cute.

—

so the two of your continued working together and became pretty close, along with the rest of your coworkers.

and any thought of having a crush on yeonjun was gone.

.. until a couple months later.

after a long closing shift together, you felt kind of giddy on the drive home. weird.

two days later you had another shift together, and afterwards everyone was going to get dinner together.

you felt the same weird, slightly giddy feeling again during the shift.

during the dinner, you two didn’t sit at the same table, so you weren’t thinking about him, but when you were near him you felt something in your stomach.

a couple days went by and you had a shift with him again. this time you went home and realized you might like him. you had to remind yourself that you can’t, he has a girlfriend. and yet, your brain wouldn’t listen to you.

a week went by and he randomly texted you saying he had to tell you something.

what’s up?

i feel like you should know since we’re pretty close but my girlfriend and i broke up

oh.

omg i’m sorry

it’s okay, ig it was inevitable

of all the times they could’ve broken up, it had to be when you realized you had a crush on him. of course.

unfortunately for you, the two of you started texting each other way more than usual, which made your crush grow even more.

—

after a couple weeks of silently crushing, you decided to tell your best friend about it. for some reason, she said she saw it from a mile away. as in, ever since your first interaction with him.

you also chose to tell your closest coworker about “someone you have a crush on” without revealing anything about who it is and she kept feeding into your delusions saying he definitely liked you back. but there was no way he did. he had just gotten out of a pretty long relationship. even if he did, you didn’t want to be a rebound.

a month went by and your crush on yeonjun had only gotten worse. the two of you texted everyday. he told you random details about his day and he texted you good morning and goodnight and he even told you to have sweet dreams?? what kind of friend does that? everytime he was around you, you felt a weird tension.

one day, you and a small group of your coworkers planned to hang out together, yeonjun included. he came a little later than everyone else because he was stuck in traffic, but the moment he walked in, you felt awkward. not because of him but because you wanted to make sure he didn’t feel the same tension you did.

the whole time you were hanging out, it felt like he was always lingering around you. either you’re walking next to each other or hes simply just standing by you. maybe it was just you, but whenever you’d walk next to each other, your hands kept brushing against each other.

you kept avoiding him, but somehow he appeared anyway. after a while, everyone wanted to get drinks, so you walked to your cars. you needed to fill up your gas, so you said you’d meet everyone there. in your head it felt smart since that way you could sit somewhere away from him.

after filling the gas in your car, you drove up to the drink shop and saw that there was one seat open next to your friend. smiling, you sat there and felt a sense of relief since there was a person between you and yeonjun.

unfortunately things will never go your way because 10 minutes later, one of your friend’s boyfriend came in and since yeonjun was sitting next to her, he got up to give the seat up for her boyfriend and instead pulled up a chair next to you.

you avoided eye contact and focused on talking to everyone else because you couldn’t stand looking at him in case your face heated up.

he was always so close to you. always touching shoulders, touching arms, barely any space between you.

you always wondered if it meant anything to him. did his heart race like yours did?

—

2 months into your crazy infatuation of yeonjun, he was the same as always. touchy, flirty and knowing exactly how to make you feel flustered. even if he didn’t actually know that he was doing it. that is, until your birthday.

he had decided on his college of choice for the upcoming school year and got posted on the school’s introduction instagram page, so of course you and your other friends reposted it on your stories.

you spent the day with some of your friends who came back home for break and the night with your family. after a night full of celebration of you, you went to bed with a full heart and checked your messages. there you saw yeonjun talking about a girl that slid up on his friend’s story asking about him and calling him cute and how he’s been texting her all day.

you felt sick to your stomach. of course he didn’t feel the same way you did. of course he didn’t. but why was he acting the way he was? why did he do that with you?

you had planned to hang out with yeonjun and your other friends the weekend of your birthday and now you didn’t really want to see him at all, but you couldn’t cancel now so you thought you might as well make the most of it.

—

the day started out nice, the six of you met up at the mall you worked at and made your way to the friend group’s designated driver’s car.

you made a mental note not to sit next to yeonjun, so as he got in first, you made sure to get in last. you wanted today to be fun.

as the day went on, you noticed yeonjun was on his phone a lot and everytime you glanced at what he could be doing, it was always instagram dms. figures.

you weren’t disappointed about him texting the girl anymore, it was the fact that he was on his phone so much when you all took the time to plan a group hangout and spend time together. and of course it hurt that he was also on his phone because he was talking to someone else. the worst part was that everyone else in the car noticed it too. they also noticed how much it hurt you, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. but it seemed like yeonjun was the only one that didn’t seem to notice it.

you realized after a while that there was no point in sulking the whole day so you decided to just ignore him completely. wherever he went, you went somewhere else. when you all went to eat, you sat at a table of six with three seats on each side. he put his stuff down on the left side and went to the restroom, so you sat on the right side.

but when he came back, he moved his stuff to the seat next to yours and gave you a reassuring look. why was he doing that?

the entire time you ate, you didn’t really talk to him and after a while you could tell that he realized what you were doing.. which made you feel bad because he became quiet.

since you were out for your birthday you wanted to take polaroids with everyone individually. you knew that it would have been strange for you to get a picture with everyone but yeonjun and you didn’t want to ruin the air for anyone, so you decided to push your feelings down and ignore it for the rest of the day.

as you posed for the picture with him, you both leaned into each other and put up two thumbs up. an awkward pose the two of you always did. you smiled at him to pretend like you were okay and he smiled back.

when you all went back to the car, you had one person between the two of you. after a couple minutes of the ride you got a call from your mom asking when you’d be home and got a little panicked since you didn’t want to get in trouble. throughout the ride, you didn’t talk much, not only because you were nervous about getting in trouble with your parents, but also the whole situation with yeonjun.

he noticed your silence and as you were looking out the window, you felt a hand on your back. he was trying to reassure you that it’d be okay. that gesture in itself make you want to cry.

why did he keep caring about you like that? were you just overreacting?

—

the day after you all hung out for your birthday was his last shift at the shop you worked at. you opened the store and he came in an hour after. you couldn’t just ignore him, so you tried your best to act normal.

the shift was pretty quiet since you didn’t really know what to say but you chose to push your feelings down again because it wouldn’t be his last day ever again.

at the end of the shift, he was cleaning up in the back when you went to go put something away. as you walked away, he called you back.

“wait come back here” he pulled at your sleeve.

you stood in front of him, confused.

he took two steps forward and gave you a hug. “thank you”

you pulled away and looked at him with a sad look on your face. “for what?”

“i dont know, you’re a really good friend. you know that?”

you smiled, “of course i know that” and as you turned away, your smile faded.

—

you realized that you had to get over yeonjun, but it was harder than you thought.

when you first started liking him, the two of you had made plans to get your ears pierced together for his birthday. though you thought the plan would fall through, it didn’t, and suddenly there you were in his car on the way get food before the appointment.

you bought him two gifts for his birthday: matching bracelets that he said he wanted, and keychains with his favorite artists albums on them.

before eating, you gave them to him and he started unwrapping them in the car. he opened the bracelets and immediately said,

“i knew you’d get these.”

“literally how”

“because when i mentioned it the other day you told me not to buy them”

you laughed as he opened the keychains.

he gasped when he saw them, “THIS IS SO COOL,, wait is this why you asked everyone for their favorite albums?”

“yes and i got lucky since you were the only one that replied”

he started putting them on his keys and looked over at you.

“you know when i’m in college and i’m walking around campus, i could probably pick up girls with these”

you rolled your eyes, “i’ll take them back right now”

—

the same week you had gotten your ears pierced, you also got a new job! which happened to be the same place yeonjun was again…

but it wasn’t him that got the job for you, it was your other old coworker since she knew you were looking to leave your old job.

before you were scheduled, your new manager was debating whether to put you earlier or later in the month, but yeonjun made sure they made it earlier so that you could work with him on your first shift.

usually something like that would have made your head spin, but you were finally getting the hang of your insane crush on the boy, so you brushed it off.

your first day also happened to be his last before he left for college, and although you still hadn’t gotten over him, you knew that once yeonjun left for college, things would be really different. you just hoped you’d still talk to each other.

so when you were parting ways, he gave you a long hug. one of those hugs where you can feel the love from the other person.

you pulled away first and put out your pinky.

“don’t be a stranger, yeonjun”

he interlocked his pinky with yours.

“never in a million years”

—

about a month after yeonjun left for college, he texted the group chat with just a picture of him and a girl holding hands.

that’s when you remembered him telling you about a girl he met at his college’s orientation when you had went to get your ears pierced together.

instead of feeling sad, you really just felt like it was time to get over him.

so with time, you did. he was really happy with her and that was all that mattered to you.

your friend’s happiness.

—

epilogue

y/n really did get over yeonjun. they didn’t feel sick when they saw him. they could talk to him and not feel tension, and with time they even talked to each other about the people they both liked together.

but deep down, a part of y/n really felt like maybe they were in love with him.

maybe yeonjun was their first love.

and do people ever really get over their first love?

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ingravinoveritas · 9 months

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hi again! you might already know about this, but i really felt like bringing it up to you!

turns out michael's mom is pretty active on twitter and these past few days she's been engaging nonstop with tweets talking about aziracrow being in love. she's definitelymichael's #1 fan, but i couldn't help noticing the amount of not-about-characters stuff she seems to engage with too. Among tweets talking about Aziraphale's loving stare, queer fans making our usual queer jokes and remarks about them, michael reading fanfiction, miles maitland gifs, there's a good amount of... this. She surely has liked random stuff among the 14.6k rts/likes she has, so i'm attatching some examples of what she's been liking and rting because-- what the hell (i even spotted one of your tweets in the mix!) she even liked a tweet calling AL and GT innefable wives ??

my first thought was how embarrased i'd personally be if my mom was seeing comments online about me and my best buddy being madly in love, let alone engaging with them, but after it settled i'm just... in awe that this probably +70 y/o woman is being this supportive over social media 😭 so heart warming (btw i'm sorry for randomly popping up into your questions twice today- i have literally made this account after finding yours, feeling a bit less alone in the world)

(Grouping these two Asks together since they are related.) Ask #1: Hi there! No need at all to apologize for being in my inbox twice in same day. I'm so glad that my blog has been helpful and meaningful to you, and that you felt compelled to write in as a result. Welcome aboard!

So, Mama Sheen. She's been doing this for years--at least since 2019, when I first started following Michael on Twitter--but I will tell you my slightly crackpot theory, which is that for a while back in the day, I thought that maybe her account was actually Michael's secret alt account. (What better place to hide than in plain sight, after all...). I'm not so sure about that now, of course, but it's been really interesting to see her retweeting so much shippy stuff involving Michael and David, and as both you and @tamose pointed out, she especially seems to have ramped it up since GO 2 came out.

I also wanted to touch on you describing Mama Sheen as Michael's #1 fan, because although I wholeheartedly agree, it's a curious thing to me that we can more easily see her as Michael's number one fan than his own girlfriend. It's Mama Sheen--not AL--who has been retweeting all of this, who's been cheering him on, engaging with fan content, and retweeting all things Ineffable Husbands/GO 2. I've written on my blog previously about how I've never really seen AL be supportive of him (and how she spent much of 2020 and 2021 making fun of his appearance/fat-shaming him), as well as how she is not at all part of that polyamorous/throuple dynamic with Michael, David, and Georgia. And while I know the lack of engagement and carefully calculated interactions/posts could be chalked up to her not being able to promote the show due to the SAG strike, that doesn't really excuse her tepid support of Michael himself.

(Also, don't even get me started on the cringeyness of Georgia and AL as Ineffable Wives, not to mention how insulting it is to David and Michael personally and to their work as professionals to suggest that they are replaceable/that Georgia and AL (or anyone else) could play Aziraphale and Crowley and give us the same dynamic and chemistry we saw on screen...)

But yes, going back to Mama Sheen, I have long thought that she seems to ship Michael and David, and how sweet and heartwarming it would be if Michael brought David over for tea or dinner--especially because his own mother passed away several years ago--and no doubt Mama Sheen would dote on him and make sure he's fed and happy. It's especially interesting to contemplate when we see this picture from the Bright Young Things UK premiere in 2003, which almost looks like Mama (and Papa) Sheen posing with Michael and his kilt-wearing Scottish boyfriend:

Beautiful. Well, it's certainly something delightful to think about, at any rate. Whatever the case may be, I fully agree that it is lovely to see Michael's mom being so supportive and accepting of her son, particularly in the midst of such a hostile, anti-LGBTQ climate in the UK. We love you, Mama Sheen! ❤️

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theemporium · 1 year

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getting stuck on top of the ferris wheel with robin😳

this is so cute please!! throwing in my wee "robin has a fear of heights" agenda cause why not🥹🖤

“Is this a good time to mention I’m not good with heights?”

Your head swivelled around, no longer trying to catch a glimpse of whatever was happening down below and now focusing on the pretty girl sitting in the cart with you. The sudden action made the cart swing a little and you could see the way her grip tightened on the bar.

“What? This was your idea!” you said to her, eyebrows furrowed together.

“Yeah but like,” Robin flashed you a sheepish smile and shrugged. “I forgot.”

“You forgot?”

“I forgot heights were involved.”

“It’s a ferris wheel!”

Your relationship with Robin was fairly new in the grand scheme of things. There had only been a handful of official dates and most of the time the two of you never really left the house, but the tension that settled between you both for weeks after you first met made it seem like a lifetime had passed.

The only predicament you two seemed to constantly have was that neither of you were very good at this whole date thing. The dating part? Oh no, that was fine. But going on actual dates? Yeah, you were both pretty hopeless.

Something just always had to go wrong.

When you went to that somewhat fancy-ish restaurant a town over, the waiter seemed to have misheard the part of the order when Robin said she was allergic to shellfish, not that she wanted it in her dish and it quickly became a hospital waiting room dinner.

When you tried to go mini-golfing, some kid from a few putts over had hit the ball way too hard which resulted in it hitting you straight in the eye—yet another date that ended up in the hospital.

In your most recent event, you tried to do something as simple as going to the movies. Which ended after a quick thirty minutes because some little shit pulled the fire alarm and you both had to walk out soaked to the bone.

You and Robin could just not seem to do dates.

But it was the Fourth of July Funfair and maybe selfishly you wanted to act like every other teenage couple when you had dragged your girlfriend along, promising it would be fun and stress free.

And it had been going fairly well between rigged carnival games and sharing sticks of candyfloss, until Robin pointed at the ferris wheel and suggested you tried to grab a seat before the fireworks began.

But the curse struck again and just when you made it to the top, the ride made a disheartening noise before it stopped completely.

“We’re gonna die up here,” Robin muttered beside you, her eyes wide and her face looking a little too pale.

“We are not going to die,” you quickly reassured her, placing one of your hands over hers. “They’ll sort it out in like, twenty minutes or something.”

“SORRY FOLKS, TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES! MECHANIC WON’T BE HERE FOR ANOTHER HOUR SO SIT TIGHT!”

Robin’s wide eyes quickly found yours. “Oh my god, we are going to die.”

You knew exactly how this was going to turn out in your head: your girlfriend was going to spiral, she is going to convince herself that every impossible thing that has a 0.001% chance of happening is going to happen and she is going to completely freak herself out.

You also knew there was no way of stopping her so you had to do the next best thing—distract her.

“Kiss me if I’m wrong but Newton invented the ferris wheel, right?”

Robin stared at you for a moment, unsure if she had heard whatever bullshit had just come out your mouth. “What?”

“You heard me,” you said with an innocent smile on your lips. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“I–” she paused for a moment before scoffing, shaking her head. “No. No, you really aren’t.”

You shrugged. “So kiss me.”

Robin frowned. “What?”

“I said kiss me if I’m wrong, and apparently I’m wrong,” you said in a sort of sing-song voice and a mischievous grin. “So kiss me.”

You could see the faint blush hidden on her cheeks underneath the neon lights that were flashing around the carnival. Despite how many times the two of you kissed or made out, it never seemed to leave Robin any less flustered and you couldn’t lie and say that you didn’t find it one of the sweetest sights ever.

You liked that you made your girl blush.

Robin leaned forward to place a sweet, short kiss on your lips but you weren’t having it. The second she was close enough, you had a hand on her neck, keeping her close as you deepened the kiss. She let out a small noise of surprise, one that quickly became a moan as she melted into the kiss.

“You should distract me more often,” she murmured between kisses, her voice breathier and a little lost in the lust.

“We’ve got an hour up here, I can think of plenty of ways to pass the time,” you whispered back, unable to stop the growing grin on your face.

However, before she could say anything, loud bangs and flashing colours quickly derailed any thoughts she had as she pulled away, her wide eyes now staring up as the sky lit up with a million different sparks and flashes.

“Holy shit,” she murmured breathlessly, her hand automatically finding yours as you gave it a small squeeze.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” you muttered back as you stared at the array of fireworks filling out the summer night sky before glancing back at your girlfriend.

“The prettiest,” she whispered back to you.

“At least we got to see the fireworks, huh?” you teased lightly as you leaned closer to her, your cheek pressed against her shoulder as you both watched the show.

“It almost makes me forget we are fifty feet in the air and could possibly die any moment,” she commented so casually, it almost made you snort.

“I think you need more distracting,” you said to her, your voice dropping a little as though anyone in the nearby carts could hear you regardless. “Tell me, Robs, how quiet do you think you could be up here?”

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maelialuv · 2 years

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Okay so similar to pretty boy (which I love btw!!!) could you do one were reader paints Steve’s nails and it’s just hardcore pure fluff? xx

LOVE THIS! soft steve is my fav thing. Ty for the request :)

Fill the Gaps - Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve paints your nails terribly, so you paint his to show him how it's really done, leading to a very mushy admission.

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff!!

Word count: 1.2K

"Keep still!"

Steve's tongue poked out between his lips in concentration as he swiped the colour over your nail. His hands were shaky - though he protested that your hands were moving, that was the reason there was more nail polish on your skin than your nails. Steve had been laid out on your bed - sprawling, comfortable- when you had begun to paint a new coat on your chipped nails.

"Can I try?" he had said, and you thought it would be a sweet - and harmless, totally not messy- activity.

You were most definitely wrong. It didn't bother you much though, you liked any excuse for Steve to hold your hand. He had a delicate grip on your ring finger as he tried his best to stay within the lines of your cuticle. His brows furrowed as he got frustrated with himself. "God," he said, "star shooter can't stay in the lines." He paused his brush strokes for a second, hesitating as he eyes your pinky.

"Do you want me to show you how to do it?" you asked, propping up on your knees and grabbing a book to lean against. Steve nodded. Though he was terrible, he wanted to learn. He liked helping you do things, plus it was fun to him. He also liked the excuse to hold your hand for so long. Fully expecting you to demonstrate on your other hand, Steve was shocked when you grabbed his own and laid it flat on the book. You spread his fingers apart. "Is that okay?"

"Sure," he said, eyeing the electric blue bottle curiously. You took his fingers into your hand gingerly, resting them flat. You took long , careful strokes on his nail, revealing a clean block of colour. "See?"

Steve watched you intently as you did the rest of his hand, as if he were in a lesson. He wanted to do this for you in the future, so he took mental notes. But it was so hard for him to concentrate as your thumb steadied his hand from shaking. The way you- any part of you-made Steve nervous drove him nuts. Steve was a confident guy, but the second your skin brushed his or you so much as smiled at him made the King Steve lingering inside crumble and left behind a stuttering, blushing mess. He wanted to be this mysterious, hard to get guy that drove the ladies wild, but he would go all warm and gooey inside the second he made you laugh and forget all about it.

You and Steve had been together a little while. Long enough for him to have met your parents, and you to have met his. Long enough that he called you his girlfriend when he introduced you to people, and long enough that you had to apologise to friends that your boyfriend was stealing you away again. You were extremely happy together.

And yet, neither one of you had said it yet.

You thought maybe he would say it two months ago, when he had waited to pick you up after work. He was leaning against the hood of his car, arms crossed over his chest with a daft grin on his face. He looked like something out of a John Hughes movie and when he outstretched his arms and enveloped you, resting his head against yours, you thought he would say it. But he said "I missed you," and placed a kiss to the top of your head, and that was good enough for you.

The second time you thought he was going to say it, you were shopping together for dinner. You felt his eyes on you as you reached for high shelves and pushed the cart with blissful domesticity. You thought he might say it as you rushed into the rain to get the paper bags into his car before they melted in the downpour. Then as he paused and looked at you with the most soft look on his face, you thought that this was it.

But he just kissed you, and that was good enough for you.

Steve had zoned out, thinking about the wind chime song of your laugh - his favourite sound, he had decided- when he noticed you were done with his whole hand. "What do you think?" you asked. Steve flexed his hand out in front of him. As he looked at his electric blue nails, his eyes drifted to the excited glint in your eyes. "I think you want to do my other hand," Steve drawled with a smirk, "I'm right, aren't I?"

You nodded, grabbing his other hand from its place by his side and beginning to paint. "Come on, let's make you pretty."

"I love you."

You hand jolted, getting blue nail polish all over Steve's hand. "Shit! Sorry," you rushed to grab the remover and a cotton ball, dragging it over his palm. You rushed to clean it up, desperate for more time to relive the sound of Steve Harrington telling you that he loved you, over and over again.

Steve was suspended in mid-air as he awaited your response. Tired of waiting, he stopped your frantic hands. "Hey," he said, "cool it before you ware away layers of skin." He chuckled, but he was buzzing with nervousness. "Listen, you don't have to say it back - you don't have to say anything! I just, God, I thought this would be easier," he ran a nervous hand through his hair. "I love you, and I have for a while, and I don't know if you feel that way about me, but-"

You cut off his rambles with a small kiss. "I love you too," you said, hand resting on his cheek.

Steve's eyes widened as you pulled away. "Oh," he breathed in a sigh of relief. "That's good."

With both of you exponentially more relaxed, you finished Steve's other hand. The two of you , with your matching nails, spent the rest of the day together. When night fell, the two of you curled up in the limited space on your bed. Every so often, Steve would dip his head to your ear. "Say it again," he would whisper.

"I love you," you would say, heart thumping in your chest each time, and Steve would smile contently.

He had everything he wanted , with the stylish bonus of having electric blue nails.

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foggyfanfic · 11 months

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Headcanon: Bruno's Dating History

I thought about writing this as a fic, but one, it's way too long and two the ultimate ending is sad. I'm already writing one fic with dark themes. I don't want to get a reputation or anything. So! This is what I think Bruno's dating history was like:

cw: alludes to abusive behavior

As mentioned in another list of headcanons, I think Bruno is attracted to both men and women. Honestly, if he was a modern dude who grew up with the same culture as a lot of us on this website, I'd guess his labels to be bi, nonbinary, demisexual. But, he lives in an isolated rural community before the Pride movement in his country became a mainstream topic. So who knows what labels he would use.

The main criteria for Bruno to start feeling sexually attracted to somebody is "I can be awkward and weird around them without being told I'm a freak", although there are also certain vibes he goes for. Mainly people who are confident and passionate.

His first foray into dating is when he's 15 and he gets with a girl his mother approves of. The main thing Alma likes about the girl is that she is patient and not quick to cast judgement, which also becomes one of Bruno's favorite things about her.

As far as teenage romances go, it's very sweet. The town is only just starting to get nervous about Bruno, so for the most part every where they go, the young couple gets told how cute they look together.

On her side of things, she thinks he's funny, she enjoys his unique perspective on the world around him, and she really likes his eyes. Bruno is a caring boyfriend, who enjoys doing little things to make her happy. Plus at this point she's watching her friends' boyfriends put on pressure for a physical relationship, where as Bruno is content to let her set the pace.

About a year and a half in they decide they're ready to try having a physical relationship. They work their way up to sex over a six month period. Bruno relies heavily on the little snippets of sex he's accidentally seen in visions, but this turns out to be a more thorough sexual education than she has received so most of their experimentation is Bruno going "I saw this, do you want to try it?" and her saying yes or no.

Things go wrong when she notices Bruno likes it a bit rough. Bruno thinks what she's doing is amazing, but needs her to start out gentle, then work her way up to being rough. When he tries to tell her that he gets nervous, say something that sounds bad, starts panicking, makes it worse, and before you know it he's made his girlfriend cry.

When they've calmed down he's able to explain himself, but he's never fully able to get over the guilt, and to his biased eyes it looks like she isn't able to get over the insecurities he's caused her. So they break up.

She walks away from the relationship with high standards, because whether or not he realizes it, Bruno was a really good boyfriend. Even when she falls in love with a great guy and gets married, in her pettier moments she finds herself thinking things like, "Bruno wouldn't have forgotten what my favorite flowers are".

Bruno walks away from the relationship with low standards, because the village is beginning to criticize him more and more, and in his head he hurt her much more than in reality.

His next relationship starts when he's twenty. He gives this cute guy, Alberto, a vision that ends with the two of them making out. Bruno tries to apologize for it, but Alberto tells him to only apologize if he's not planning to buy him dinner first.

Alberto is a very pretty man, again, there's no way they had all the same labels that we have today, but it's a twink 4 twink relationship. Only, Alberto is a very neat twink, where as 20 year old Bruno is borderline too scruffy to be called a twink.

It starts out very loving, albeit secret. The only other mlm they know about is Alberto's best friend Dominic, and the Bible has things to say about this sort of thing, so Alberto especially isn't willing to go public with the relationship.

Bruno makes an effort to get along with Dominic, since he's Alberto's best friend, and finds out they have a lot in common. Alberto, for some reason, insists they aren't allowed to hang out alone together.

Bruno tells his sisters about the relationship, and although it throws them for a loop, they are very happy for him. At first.

Slowly, as the village continues to become more critical of Bruno, and his self esteem continues to decline, Alberto starts to become more and more controlling. In his mind he's trying to help Bruno win back the village's approval, he does genuinely care about Bruno, and he does genuinely think Bruno is the most wonderful person ever. He thinks if Bruno could just hide some of the more awkward behaviors in public, others would see how kind and intelligent he is. He continues to not care how weird Bruno is in private.

Bruno reaches a point where he's just grateful that somebody likes him enough to want to be with him, and he let's a lot of stuff slide.

On top of that, Bruno is a great listener, resulting in him being a great lover. Alberto will often spend all day thinking about how good that thing Bruno does will feel and can't focus on anything else. Including Bruno's pleasure.

Pepa is the first to point out how toxic the relationship has become, she's had her fair share of bad boyfriends, so she notices the red flags. Bruno brushes her off.

Dominic and Alberto have some sort of falling out, the details of which Alberto refuses to share, and suddenly Bruno isn't allowed to talk to Dominic period. This makes him a lot sadder than he would have expected.

Julieta starts to notice that the relationship is no longer a source of happiness for Bruno, and jumps on the "Find Another Boyfriend" campaign Pepa has started.

Finally Alberto himself eventually realizes he's doing Bruno more harm than good. They are three years in at this point and Alberto is trying to imagine raising kids with Bruno, but doesn't like the way imaginary future him treats imaginary future Bruno. Over the next year, he tries to be better, but keeps falling back into bad habits.

Alberto ends their four year relationship, apologizes to Bruno for the way he's acted, and makes a last ditch effort to convince Bruno that he's actually pretty wonderful. It only serves to make it harder for Bruno to get over the relationship.

Alberto walks away from the relationship thoroughly ashamed of himself. He marries a woman he gets along with well enough, and does the family thing, but if he's going to be honest he never truly stops loving Bruno.

A year goes by and the Madrigals get invited to Dominic's engagement party. Bruno (25 at this point) is excited to go, and hopes to reconnect with him. At the party he asks Dominic if he would like to hang out some time and Dominic says his fiancee probably wouldn't be comfortable with that.

Bruno responds to this with confusion, because he didn't think the bride to be bought into the Bad Luck Bruno thing. Dominic confirms that she doesn't, but she does know how he's always felt about Bruno.

Cue more confusion on Bruno's part. Dominic gets this look of slowly dawning horror as he realizes that Bruno didn't know about Dominic's feelings.

Turns out, Dominic had been in love with Bruno for years, but hadn't realized Bruno was into men until he was already dating Alberto. The falling out had been over Alberto accidentally letting slip that he'd known about Dominic's feelings, when Dominic had confronted Alberto about the way he was treating Bruno.

For a second the men just stare at each other, both suddenly over come with thoughts of what might have been. Ultimately, Dominic walks away, not willing to sacrifice the great relationship he has over a daydream. He has a happy life with his wife, even if he sometimes gets a bit wistful when he thinks of Bruno.

Bruno on the other hand, never tries dating again (or at least not before canon) and spends the rest of his life wondering what could have been with Dominic.

He is completely unaware that there are three people in the village who will always be a little in love with him, and gets further and further buried under his own insecurities.

#bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal x female oc #bruno madrigal x male OC #bruno encanto #Bruno headcanons #encanto #Bruno Madrigal: Unwitting Heart Throb #I kind of want to do one of these about Pepa and Felix's relationship history #but first dinner #into the queue you go not so little list of headcanons

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eddies-tele · 5 months

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Vent: the sequel (maybe 18+? Dunno)

So in my last vent post (below), you guys gave me good advice, and I ask for some again.

Am I the asshole for wanting to break up with my boyfriend?

So, we got together in January of this year (2023), and our relationship was / is pretty good. Well, shortly after we got together, he came down with the virus (yk which one) and it took a lot out of him. Like, a lot. He'd sleep frequently because he was so drained from it. He eventually recovered and fought it off, hasn't had it since.

Flash forward to now, almost a year later. Yesterday I'd texted him a couple times and he didn't respond. This I'm used to, because he usually doesn't get up until early afternoon. Well it soon was 7 o clock in the evening, and he hadn't said anything. So like any girlfriend does, I panic and texted his mom to make sure he was ok.

She said he'd been asleep since she'd gotten home and such, and that he'd taken sleeping pills to sleep. He finally texted me for the first time yesterday at 7:30 - ish. The thing is, I get that sleep is extremely important. But when he's been asleep for the majority of the day, it frustrates me.

Now I know people have other priorities in life, and I'm ok if I'm not always his number one. But, today, when I was scrolling good ol' Pinterest, I came across a screenshot of a post on here talking about normal relationships, and what they basically aren't.

One of the points they made was that it's not really normal for your partner to state that ur hobbies / interests are a waste of time or basically inferior. Everyone on here knows that I love, love, love bands. Most of those bands being Weezer, Green Day, Nirvana, and... Foo Fighters. I'm autistic, so naturally, I will talk about my hyperfixations and special interests a lot, which in this case is mostly foo fighters.

I really love music in general too, and that includes playing bass. Well, the one time over dinner a couple weeks ago, he confessed that at one point he didn't even want to remotely listen to the foos / Nirvana because I talked about them too often. And that kinda hurt, honestly. Another time, he was basically like "Would you stop talking about them??"

He doesn't seem to really acknowledge the fact that, yes, I love these things, and no, I don't know how to socialize about anything else. Ironically, I said at the exact same dinner that it's often hard for me to socialize / make connections because there was a point in my life --- when I was 14 years old --- where I was basically a fucking hermit. Didn't want to leave the house to eat, shop, or anything. I recall that as the darkest period of my 20 years on this earth, and I'm still recovering from it today, years later.

And he just laughed and said something along the lines of "Yeah no wonder you talk about the same stuff over and over again." And that hurt, too. He's also autistic and doesn't really have a filter, either, so he just straight up says things with little to no regard of the effect it may have on people.

He sends me stuff from Twitter that is sometimes funny and oftentimes...not so much. Like homophobic / misogynistic jokes or things of that like. I've told him in the past that I don't find those funny, and they honestly make me uncomfortable, and he just brushed it off.

Back to the sleeping issue, his mom and I are of course very concerned for him. But he just brushes it off like it's no big deal. But it is. To me, at least. Because sometimes, when he sleeps that long or has no real emotional response to things, I feel like I'm literally dating a rock. And there's also times where I feel it's just my body he likes.

He's said in the past when we had that rough patch in our relationship that he likes me as a person and not just for my body, but with each passing day, that's just not true to me. Don't get me wrong, he's a great dude with a big heart, but I honestly don't think we're cut out for each other romantically.

Granted, I was the one who started the whole flirting shit (around this time last year), and I was the one who asked if we're dating or not. I love him, and I really don't want to give him up, but a large chunk of me is telling me to. I know some autistics struggle to display certain emotions over others, including he himself, but it's getting hard for me.

Am I the asshole for wanting to break up with him?

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pinkandgoldensoul · 10 months

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(Some) F1 drivers as guys I’ve met in high school

: ̗̀➛ Charles Leclerc - the fattest crush of my life. literally would turn red like a traffic light anytime I saw him enter the classroom and choke on my own saliva whenever he said hi to me. Not helpful, since he’s been my historical deskmate. I honestly don’t know how I survived sitting next to such a positive, fun, confident, trustworthy and shamelessly handsome guy. Brown hair, big green eyes either sparkling with childhood mischief or pure innocence, and the most athletic guy I’ve ever seen in real life (he’s a sportsman). Definitely had any girl lying at his feet - and he was extremely aware of it - but only cared about his girlfriend and never bragged about his charm. Humble af despite his family being quite wealthy and him being such a nice person. I’ve involuntarily been his point of reference for anything school-related and he’d blindly trust me, which always made my heart melt. He’s the type of guy you need to send a “let me just screenshot this so that I discuss it with my bff-lawyer before replying” text when you see a notification from him. And he’s also the one you look from afar, contemplating his senseless perfection. “I’m so lucky to live in the same historical and geological era” “I don’t know if I’m worthy of him” kind of vibe.

: ̗̀➛ Carlos Sainz - a unique type of nerd. At the beginning he deliberately ignored me. Then he started slowly talking to me about things he really enjoyed and, seeing I was okay with it, he began showing me books he liked, getting all excited in passionate perorations, lending them to me and demanding I’d give him my piece of mind. Also bought and gifted me for Christmas the copy of a novel he was reading ‘cause he thought I’d be interested (the weirdest and most awkward gift-receiving experience of my whole life. I’m not doing it again). Really liked to push all my buttons to see my reaction (but I ultimately gave him a lifetime lesson) and had a few banters. Don’t think we were really that compatible, he was too opinionated for me, but most of the times I enjoyed having conversations with him. Friendly jokes and benevolent banters with Charles; he’s been class representative for five years, once together with Max.

: ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen - the lonely, misunderstood genius. Didn’t give a crap about school and spent his free time riding motorbikes and getting hands dirty with engine oil. Everybody knew he was original (he had a lot of other hobbies and interests) and all my teachers always felt challenged by his way of thinking. Not afraid to speak up, at all. We’d never talked in five years, but during the dinner we had with all the professors before our finals, completely drunk, he sat next to me and started asking me things about my life. He seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, but I think he struggled following the conversation since I had to repeat myself at times (he didn’t even hear a tipsy friend of his calling his name twice. “UH?! What?!”). It’s one of the deepest conversations I’ve had in my life. I think in another life we would’ve been good friends, at least. Elected class representative and we still don’t know how but ngl, it didn’t feel that wrong because we’ve always known he’s got that… plus.

: ̗̀➛ Lewis Hamilton - the dreamer. Not very focused on studying, but chased his dream of becoming a dancer like crazy. He was insanely good - like, national level - and skipped a lot of school days to attend competitions. Pretty energetic, confident, mr brightside; always blasting music through his wireless speaker whenever we got out and vibing. If he knew you had a dream, a passion or a special hobby, he’d push you and encourage you as much as possible. Incredible motivator and coach. S t y l i s h a s h e c k . Could rock anything but chose to beat us all every single day. Really good friend of Charles. Actually chatted with everybody, but wasn’t really that close with a lot of people.

: ̗̀➛ Alex Albon - the surprising kid. A mediocre student throughout the years, but actually a math and physics enthusiast and genius. He started to show signs of his abilities only in the last year and a half. The only one actually knowing what he was doing with formulas lmaooo Surely wasted in the type of high school I was in* and he acknowledged making the wrong decision, but he didn’t know back at the time he liked physics that much. One of the most chilled out and laid back people I’ve met, really pleasant to talk to. Would often find ourselves in bad situations and look at each other as to say: “It’s a mess, but nothing I hadn’t expected to happen anyway”. The defeated-but-we-already-knew-when-we-started resigned duo. * we mainly studied humanities. We also had physics and chemistry classes, but there are other types of high school more “science” oriented, which would’ve been way more suitable for his skills. #badchoices

: ̗̀➛ Valtteri Bottas - i haven’t figured him out. Like, he was pretty basic and easy to talk to, but had so many hidden interests. Currently studying aerospace engineering. Part-time cosplayer. His instagram posts have descriptions we’re still trying to decipher. Sometimes perceived as a low-key genius, others acting like a fool. I honestly don’t know what to think of him, he just confused me a lot lol.

: ̗̀➛ Bonus: Mick Schumacher - first love. From another class, but the same high school. A bit reserved at first, but the ultimate sweetheart. Thoughtful, polite, calm, soft-spoken, kind, just- you get it. Awkward hugs, talking on a bench for three hours as a first “date” and arguing about who’s going to pay for breakfast (‘cause I couldn’t accept him being the one to pay, like, we were just friends). That was the first time I felt the need to shower someone with love without caring about being reciprocated, at all. I’ve been in the friendzone - voluntarily - for 3 years only to get to know from a shared friend that he had got together with a girl four months prior but didn’t want/ didn’t know how to tell me. To this day he doesn’t know a thing. Not in love with him anymore, but unknowingly gave me the best thing I’ve ever felt.

#f1 fandom #f1 drivers #pink post #i don't know what this is #how do i tag it without feeling wrong?#such a pity nobody will read this...

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magdasabs · 2 years

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wow, what a day… think I need a weekend from my long weekend lol. One of my best friends came out today so I had a longgg FaceTime with her which was just so glorious and really made my day.

But anyways, the debrief from this weekend: long story short the on/off ex-gf really pulled off an incredible weekend. I told her when we planned the trip that I had book club on Thursday after I was supposed to arrive and she had wine/dinner ready and she surprised me and actually read the book to participate in the book club (it was my month to pick the book so I couldn’t skip and we have some friends from high school in said book club so she knew people on the zoom). Friday we did one of those boat tours (I love a boat, we always do one when I visit even tho it’s tragically touristy) and then went shopping and just talked/caught up on our lives the past couple years. We always have this ability to pick up right where we left off, which is probably one of the reasons we have been so on/off. Then we met her brother and his girlfriend for dinner/drinks and had a really nice evening. Saturday was the Eurovision party, I was just trying to help out as much as I could and mostly ended up being bartender for the evening. Got hammered (obviously), cried when Ukraine won (bc I’m a baby), and accidentally petted a guy’s knee instead of the dog he was holding.

Sunday morning I made the decision to stay another night, I felt really uneasy leaving without having a discussion about what the status of our friendship/relationship was. I just really feel like I can’t redo the last time we were ‘together’ when we were doing long distance and never defined the relationship. It wasn’t healthy for either of us and I don’t think I can handle going through the way we ended things that time again. So basically, I told her what I can offer her in whatever sort of relationship/friendship/sneaky link situation we decide to have and what my expectations are, and that I want her to have the space to make a decision on what she wants based off that conversation. I think we left things in a pretty good place and we’re going on a little weekend trip to Amsterdam in 2 weeks and we’re going to figure things out from there.

-🥃🍸🍷🥂🍹🍻 (one day I’ll learn to actually leave an ask that’s not the length of a novel)

I love your novels drunk anon! keep them up please, also love how this is going with the on/off ex-gf, do let us know how Amsterdam goes. everything sounds so cute, like something out of a film 🥺 but an actual cool film and not those lesbian period dramas

#drunk anon

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bizarrepotpourri · 6 months

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Behind the Scenes: The Murderous Brat

[Previously on: Unlucky Thirteen]

As promised, this time we focus on the case of a "depraved murderer barely out of high school", written all on my own without asking other users of A Certain Website for inspiration.

This post, of course, contains mentions of violent crime, death and hornyposting again, so everything is under the cut. Proceed at your own risk.

Important info: you can access the link only if you set explicit material to be shown in your Pixiv settings. For a good reason.

As I said, the idea for this one hit me during the writing of "Unlucky Thirteen", sending me down a rabbit hole of outlining the concept through important-sounding legalese, and that it's based on an actual case. Well, two actual cases and each one of them is a doozy.

The original idea came from a discussion with one of the users of A Certain Website about a fairly recent case of parricide over here in Poland. But when I picked up speed and decided to google the details to confirm a few things, it turned out that I misremembered a crucial detail.

Namely, that the perpetrator wasn't a 19-year-old girl (that was the accomplice), but a 40-year-old woman. How she got a 19-year-old to help is less important - the main sell just got shot down, and that while I already had a full page of the notes including made-up press article headlines and ledes and about a third of the story proper written down. But, good for the story and bad for the real world, my lovely country also had another case of parricide involving high-schoolers a few years earlier. A boy and his angsty artist girlfriend stabbed his parents to death and then some, and by "and then some" I mean the investigators describing the crime scene as something straight from a horror movie.

This meant I had the crime implement (a silenced submachine gun), the motive ("I really, really hate my parents" - and I omitted the previous attempt using horse sedative) and the name from one case, and approximate age, accomplice and "angsty artist" schtick from the other one. I even cooked up bad angsty teen free verse while I was making dinner, and in two languages while we're at it. With that, I got to writing the most important part of the story - the conversation.

My idea was to have the condemned have a talk with the executioner as a last wish, in order to highlight her pretentious, insufferable Angsty Teenage Artist personality. I joked to another user of A Certain Website that I was imagining Julianne as a cross between Hannibal Lecter and Wednesday Addams in a private school sweater, and noted down that she was supposed to be "passive-aggressive" and "morbidly curious" - as expected from someone who shot their parents, cut them up, packed the remains in suitcases and finally dumped the suitcases in several different spots in the wild. Putting it together took me three days, and my original idea of making Julianne a psychotic hate sink just couldn't click. Even the “blue and poo” line that I shamelessly stole from the testimony of one of Australian serial killers (I can’t remember which one, though - I’m fairly certain it was either Ivan Milat or the Barrel Killers, but couldn’t find a source confirming either), who described strangling people as “smurfing”, because “first you go blue, and then you go poo”, didn't quite do it - mostly because its context in the story went from complete sociopathic insanity to gallows humor. Sure, she's still impudent, sarcastic and has ridiculously skewed priorities throughout her life - while I haven’t explicitly put the pedicure line in my notes, I had it in my mind pretty much since I started writing the scene. But then, when I started basing the way Julianne acts while smoking and talking on a former friend of mine, I got two ideas from that: obvious posturing and an apparent addiction to bad choices in life. I mean, I couldn’t have come up with the entire footjob situation if I didn’t know someone operating on similarly fucked-up logic. And to top it all off, one reader's opinion on Julianne as a character was "I don't condone her actions, but I understand her." And that means I achieved the exact opposite of my original idea: of course she thinks entirely too highly of herself and sounds a lot like a countercultural caricature, but on the other hand, you can feel sorry for her being treated like a failure through no fault of her own.

There's a lot of emphasis on Julianne being the youngest woman executed in the Kingdom in this century, for two reasons, both related to the twist in the case with Prosecution appealing the original life sentence soon after Julianne’s 18th birthday: first, long ago I had an idea for a still-unfinished story in which a group execution was delayed until after the 18th birthday of the youngest of the condemned, just so nobody could accuse the justice system of putting children to death. Second, they really wanted to get her: the Kingdom wants to be seen as modern and civilized, even if it has teenage skeletons in its closet, but on the other hand, it doesn't want to be seen as soft on crime as heinous as a double murder using a very illegal weapon. So if you're thinking that it was a setup and the entire schpiel about "psychiatric evaluations" was just an excuse, you're most probably right.

The story also gives some insight into the secrecy surrounding executions in the Kingdom. My original idea was that the names of Special Correctional Officers are confidential and listed only in Ministry of Justice personal files - even the Regional Courts and prison wardens know only the Officer’s badge number and it’s all that goes into the case files. There are also non-disclosure agreements and gag orders, so while the journalists attending the execution get to know the last words of the condemned and witness them being taken away, they not only don’t see the grisly end in person, but are also forbidden from probing the involved people for details. Meaning, Missis Officer won’t get to write a tell-all when retired, as opposed to Albert Pierrepoint, for example. Not that she would - the introduction describes her feelings toward the press fairly well, and she can't help but agree with Julianne when she mentions her hate for tabloids. Not only the "reporting" on high-profile trials often turns out to be sensationalist bullshit that skews reality into unrecognizable mess, with "unbridled joy" being an euphemism for baying for blood, but also the condemned often get the wrong ideas from seeing themselves on the front page. After all, there's no such thing as bad publicity.

Since the city of Blackmill is a stand-in for Manchester, the Raymouth prison is mostly based on HMP Strangeways, but when I got an interesting image of Julianne hanged in an industrial-looking room generated by AI, I decided to abandon the original plan of making it more typical and similar to Wandsworth and Holloway and go with basing the execution chamber on the former Nottingham Gaol (more precisely, their current museum exhibit of 19th century gallows), and the post-WW2 execution sheds built in German prisons, based on the stills from "Pierrepoint" again.

And finally, THE SPLOOSH. While Nicole in "Unlucky Thirteen" might have gotten wet at the last moment for an unspecified reason, Julianne is an utter little freak. While she was mostly trying to get a rise out of Missis Officer with the remarks on leather and masturbating in the noose in front of an audience, she was playing up her actual kinks for shock value. If she wasn’t warned beforehand that any stupid stunt means that her conversation with the executioner is over and she’ll be dragged back to her cell with all the remaining privileges forfeit, she’d probably do something like pulling up her dress and pressing her tits against the glass. But still, in her last moments she went like Madeline in my story “Worst Day of the Year”, just witnessed from an outside perspective.

#stories #my writing #creative writing #Ravenka hornyposting #The Murderous Brat #Special Officer 432 #behind the scenes #writeblr

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ireallydontunderstandpeopleatall · 11 months

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it's Sunday night, father's day 2023 and Richard just left and idk why it felt like he took my heart with him when he left. he annoyed me so much when he was here, i yelled at him constantly and couldnt wait for him to leave although I didn't have the heart to tell him to get out and the only reason he actually left tonight is bc I have work tomorrow and he FINALLY goes back to work on tuesday which is when his work leave is over that he requested for for the California San Francisco trip. I cried when i came back inside, in the shower and while I was putting my pj's on like a high school girl that just got dumped my emotions are running high and idk if it's the pre-period hormones or what but i thought i hate him so why am i missing him so much already. i told myself i hate him. will never forgive him and i thought atlanta healed me so what happened? i seriously have not had time to enjoy my post vacation highs by myself, after atlanta i had a week before san francisco and richard has been here since san francisco and i didnt want to make him leave after he just helped me drive during our california trip and he was still off work so i said ok you can stay for a few days and now it's been one full week since we got back from california plus an extra weekend. so the first week back we're recovering and it was ok, he irritated me here and there but we got along for the most part and of course me yelling and throwing insults every so often although I think I only brought up his infedelity once which is a huge improvement and like I said I think atlanta made me feel like a new person. so there was time when he was his usual lazy self that seems selfish like he didn't want to participate in cleaning up his soda cans, the dinner we finished that is still out or just sitting at the computer when smores is in bed waiting for him. but then there's times when hes doing things like actually paying for our meals, and then there was that good moment when he suggested we buy food to make at home so we don't keep eating out which surprised me but made me happy and then he's driving me to pick up Aiden and he's helping with laundry or doing helpful things without me having to ask him. and then there are times when we are watching black clover and eating or playing with smores in the bed or watching something else and enjoying just being in each other's companies and we're able to live in the moment and it just feels nice to have someone to be next to and i think about how most of the time it's just me and the dogs and i think i forget how lonely that can feel sometimes however i haven't felt lonely about it lately, but yet now that i am comparing it to sitting next to richard watching tv and how i feel like i prefer that because it actually feels so much better but it's also hard for me to admit that because i'm suppose to hate him remember? because during the entire first year we were together he was never honest with me once and he spent counless times at his ex girlfriend's house, going to hang out with richelle and hiding it from me, being with another person on camelback regularly and solicited sex workers and one time i was pretty sure i saw fingernail marks on his back that he gaslit me for. yeah remember all that? that's why we hate him and we promised to never date him or consider marrying him again. but then when i just literally vibe with him and we are vibing and then i think to myself "oh, this is why i thought we could get married" "because we do actually vibe" and i think it's real unless he's persuading me into believing something untrue again. but i really do think it's real, i really do think we vibe when we let it happen, but i also know that we are on different wave lengths more often than we vibe. i know being a shut in with me in what feels like an infinite amount of time is not his cup of tea. like when we were in cali and we got in the first night to santa ana and after getting back from the beach and it is already late for someone at my age (35) and he was still talking about

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