#thanks for asking! i love an excuse to overshare lol

[devilsskettle]

care to share the zombie films you really love?

sure! they're pretty basic lol so i don’t have any new recommendations for you but i do have thoughts:

night of the living dead !! thee movie of all time

dawn of the dead - to a lesser extent (the zombie sfx in this one aren't great and it does kind of drag) but there's just something about it! the characters, the atmosphere, the themes.... also it was filmed in my hometown so i'm kind of biased. i'm also kind of a romero purist (for example, i don't like fast zombies conceptually)

shaun of the dead - i love this movie so much, the script is airtight, it has the perfect balance of horror/humor/pathos. i like all the cornetto trilogy movies but this one is probably my favorite (although i think hot fuzz is overall a better movie tbh)

evil dead (2013) - yeah the reboot. love it. this was the film i was really thinking of when i said i get into zombie movies in the winter because every year right around this time, i start feeling like rewatching this like once a week lol. i just think it's a great film, totally underrated. i just don't think i've seen any other movie that feels like this one feels, whether that's because of the atmosphere or the gore is hard to say. easily one of my favorite movies ever. and jane levy is so iconic in this <3

evil dead 2 - best of the original series. just fun! ash williams <3 i've also been rewatching ash vs evil dead with a friend of mine and, well, it's something else

the beach house - it drags at the beginning with pseudo-intellectual pretension BUT it's worth it because it gets super suspenseful and has some really effective body horror, but also it goes this really interesting route of appreciating the brutal but beautiful apathy and power of nature? not a traditional zombie movie which has its pros and cons. i usually end up watching this one in the summer with all the ocean horror movies (and beach movies in general lol)

paranorman - this was one of my favorite movie growing up! it just hits. another movie that i think has a great balance of horror/humor, as well as being a great kids' movie but also i still find it funny and charming as an adult

anna and the apocalypse - i just watched this again and tbh i liked it better this time around; like i said, i do think the middle is messy writing (cringeworthy dialogue, poor pacing, lack of balance of horror/humor and action/character development, and i just really hate the principal as a character tbh what is the point of him) BUT the songs are great, for the most part i like the characters, generally just good fun

c.h.u.d. - yeah, c.h.u.d. idk i just think it's better than people give it credit for (or at least more enjoyable). i'm actually kind of writing a little thing about how dawn of the dead and c.h.u.d. handle the topic of pregnancy, framing pro-choice conversations about having kids in an unstable and dangerous environment (the zombies/humanoid creatures being emblematic of various kinds of social dangers), and what it means to choose to have kids in a place where the future is so fraught. idk i was just struck by how similar these two particular young women are in these two films and what their roles are respectively but i have to think about it more and probably rewatch them

 little monsters - so cute! and lupita nyong’o with a ukulele 

 speaking of, re-animator - not my all time favorite maybe, i find it kind of boring, but how can you hate a silly little mad scientist and his boyfriend running around wreaking havoc on everybody 

santa clarita diet - just cute and fun

i generally like contagion horror, which i consider zombie movies a subcategory of, so movies like the thing, the faculty, etc. general pod people shenanigans i tend to like. i also like reanimated/undead people generally

i’m also playing carrion right now which is very fun and very the thing like. i love a creature

anyway let me also use this as an opportunity to complain about zombie movies i don't love:

zombieland - i think the second one is fun but i simply cannot stand jesse eisenberg in this fucking movie and it's just kind of boring and male fantasy ish

return of the living dead is actually really funny and i like a lot of the scenes but it's just too long. the premise itself is amazing though and i do love the ending

army of the dead - fast sentient zombies. giant cgi action movie shit. love the premise, love a lot of the characters, didn't actually hate watching it, but i probably will never watch it again. tig notaro in this movie though <3

warm bodies - it's fine. i haven't seen it in a while but it was kind of boring to me. also aren't there fast zombies in this? have i mentioned that i don't like fast zombies

 pet semetary - i read the book too. sucks ass. great song though 

 pride and prejudice and zombies - very funny concept but i don’t think i will ever watch the full thing start to finish. i have seen enough 

life after beth - it’s less that i dislike this one and more that i don’t remember anything about it lol. i will rewatch it soon but if it was that unmemorable i can’t recommend it

cooties — like the faculty but worse. but elijah wood and leigh whannell are in it so

zombie watchlist:

train to busan

wild zero (thanks for the rec!)

 in the flesh (tv series) 

 the walking dead - it’s just so long though and even though i’ve heard from so many people that it’s good, it just looks boring to me idk 

 overlord 

i would love some recommendations from anyone who has any

i haven’t read any books that are about zombies/zombie adjacent creatures except for the troop by nick cutter and that was pretty good actually. a little overwritten and there are no female characters but worthwhile. fun! good amount of body horror and gore 

anyway! that’s all

#thanks for asking! i love an excuse to overshare lol

[emometalhead]

May we see a picture of Henry and Daisy 👀

Hi! Sorry this is so late! Here's a couple of my favorite pictures of them.

Here's Henry! We've had him since December of 2011. We're not entirely sure how old he is, but he was full grown when we got him. He loves walks, but is generally a very chill little guy. He's your nap buddy if you need one lol. Solitary, introverted dog. He doesn't like other dogs or small children. Sweet otherwise, and a little cuddle bug when he's in the mood for company. I don't pick favorites, but he's my dog and I love him beyond words. ❤️ Additonal fun fact: He is so judgemental. He will stare at you, and you just know he is disappointed lol. He also sighs like a human.

Here's Daisy! She's my little baby! We got her in February 2017 when she was just a few weeks old. She is the most energetic little thing ever. She has a super high pitch bark, and she will use it. You know those dogs that look cute and sweet, but the owner warns you will bite? That's her!!!!! She only play bites, but she looooves to play and has piranha teeth lol. She's so sweet, but not to be trusted around young children lol. She loves other dogs! She is very affectionate, and lives for being the center of attention. I love her so very much. ❤️ Additonal fun fact: She has very soulful eyes! She's super expressive, and will go into a staring contest with you.

Here's my favorite picture of them together. It's one of the earliest I ever took of them, and it's just so cute. They really aren't super close due to their very opposite personalities. It brings me so much joy when they nap together or hang out.

Lastly, to make up for the lateness of this response, here's a painting of them (plus my old dog, Bella). A family friend painted this for us one time when she dog sat. It is displayed on the wall, and we love it! The photo is poor quality, because it is gloomy outside. 😭

#anyway thank you so much for asking! #I love talking about my dogs and definitely used my late response as an excuse to talk about them lol #ashley overshares #asks #therockywhorepictureshow #dogs #henry tag #daisy tag

[eureka-its-zico]

I am so sorry to hear you having such a difficult time with your doctors and such. I'm in med school now and I hate seeing people struggle with their health and the doctors go 🤷‍♀️, because there's no excuse to neglect a patient and ignore their pain, and I really hope I can help make a difference in the health care system so that people in these situations can be seen and heard. I wish for the best for you and your journey to getting better, truly I do, because I know this song and dance all to well myself.

With that said, please! Take your time with your writing, your health will always come first. And as a continuing reader and fan of yours I have to say I love your stories, especially Chaos, but I'm always willing to be patient until you're ready to write and continue. Take care of yourself and I'm always here if you need an ear to listen. Until then, I'll wait excitedly and patiently for the newest chapter.

Stay well my friend ❤️

Just from reading your message I can tell you are going to be a wonderful physician! Your patients are going to be so lucky to have someone that cares about them and is willing to listen to them, because that is such an important thing in healthcare.

I don’t blame them sometimes for not having the answers. I seen my primary physician yesterday, super cool doctor and listens to his patients, but yesterday I made him really sad. He concurred with my lung doctors assessment I do have wheezing etc., in my lungs. I am very much sick now with a common cold, but even the common cold will have me admitted to the hospital for a few days or weeks. It just depends. Medications don’t really work anymore for me either. As a doctor, I can only imagine what it feels like feeling powerless to help make someone feel better, especially when it deals with something major like the lungs. He was so upset yesterday all he could do was ask to pray with me and hope I make it through the weekend ok. I jokingly told him I will call 911 to alert him if I go in dying 🤣🤣

I think I overshared here so sorry about that lol but thank you so much for reaching out and your kind words and encouragement. They mean a lot. I wish you all the best with your studies in med school and that you take care of yourself 🖤 you are amazing.

#nightowlss #answered #I hope this made some sort of sense #but thank you for the encouragement #how amazing is it your are in med school!!!! #that is super exciting and awesome!! #you are going to be the best I already know it 🖤

[charincharge]

This is oversharing, and for that I'm sorry, but you seem like the right person to ask for advice. You see, I've found myself faced with a problem I never anticipated: my dog is killing my sex life.

So I recently got my first dog as an adult living on my own (childhood dog still lives with my parents). She is a total cuddle monster, the absolute neediest, and I love her more than life itself. HOWEVER, this has completely backfired on me as I have not had 5 minutes to myself since adopting her. She follows me everywhere; she sleeps in my bed; she whines when I shut the bathroom door. The first (and only) time I kicked her out of my bedroom to have sex was a total DISASTER. I can't even get her to leave me alone long enough for a quick solo sesh. And when I do forcibly separate us, I end up feeling so guilty that I have no choice but to let her back in. Basically, I am a sucker who is incapable of setting boundaries with my dog.

How do you do it? How do you balance dog-time with you-time? I appreciate any advice you have to offer. Thank you! ♥

Hooo boy, do I feel this in my SOUL. I adopted my pup back in 2013, and we’ve been codependent life partners ever since. When I first got her… I couldn’t bear to leave her. She was clearly so traumatized and thought of me as her safe person and would shadow me everywhere (including the toilet and sit outside the shower until I was done).

So, obviously, my sex life was a pretty big problem. She would scratch at the door until we let her back in and then jump onto the bed and settle down like - excuse me, this is MY space, who tf are you, sir? After a while, we worked up to a whole routine that seemed to help. A walk before my beau came over, then a treat and a special sexy time only cozy blanket put into her bed, which we moved from the living room into the bedroom, and she’d fall asleep there and we could do our thing. (I didn’t do this with masturbation, btw, I just resigned myself to get used to her being in the bed while I knocked one out lol).

I was so proud of myself for FINDING THE SOLUTION! Until COVID happened and set her social anxiety back to stage one. I’m not going to lie. It’s been bad. She’s gotten totally used to me being around all the time again. She’s forgotten that I used to go to work and out to dinner and leave her for hours at a time. She even freaks out and waits by the door when I go down to grab the mail. It also doesn’t help that I’ve made her move across the country twice and moved in with a new partner during this weird time of isolation. The bed is HER spot. And she is pissed when I try and kick her out. All the treats and blankets and walks in the world can’t stop her from scratching at the door during sex these days. I wish I could tell you there’s a magical solution, but unfortunately, you just have to try and push through the discomfort of your guilt. Especially if your dog is new, you can create these boundaries as best as you can. I have found that turning on music to drown out the door scratching helps me push through the guilt. And when we’re done, she gets to come back into the bed for group cuddles lol.

I’m sorry I don’t have more of a magical solution for you, but just know that you’re not alone. Sending you and your new pup all the best and I’m here in solidarity! Pic of the offending cock blocker below.

#sex advice #personal #Rory girl causing trouble always #if her butt isn’t touching my butt then she is pupset #god bless my gf for just dealing with her 😂😂😂

[everylastlinex]

chenford week prompt day 6: “I thought I lost you”

~3.5k words, rated T

very nervous about this one! but I wanted to write a teasing scene like this one of everyone ganging up on chenford since the finale and it took a completely different route!

a collaboration with the great @poppypickle and @farfarawaygirl, please read the full collection HERE and leave some love to your favorite chenford authors churning out fic this week!

When Lucy approaches the others at their usual booth, they all look up at her, a little too in sync if you ask her, all their faces in various stages of laughter. Jackson’s got his full on lmao lol lol lol laugh going (3 LOLs that he tacks onto texts for extra emphasis, yup), Angela’s got her head tilted back, dimples out, and Tim, well, his eyes are doing that twinkling thing, mouth curved in a telltale smirk. “What’s so funny?” she asks curiously, sliding into the booth next to Tim, trying to ignore the brush of their thighs, the way his stretched out arm doesn’t move from the back of the booth, his fingers brushing against her hair. How she feels the warmth of his fingertips on a few stray strands of hair, she doesn’t understand. Scientifically, it makes no sense. There are no nerve endings there, are there? But she swears she feels it nonetheless. “What’s the joke?” “We were just talking about people desperately flirting to get out of a ticket,” Angela says with a knowing smile.

“Are we talking about when I pulled over Mario Lopez?” Her voice gets excited, sharing a grin with Jackson at her celebrity encounter from last year. She can hear Tim scoff next to her and she pretends to shush him. “I let him go. It was a mock day anyway.” “Oh, sure, because it was a mock day,” Angela teases her with a wink. “Otherwise you totally would’ve written him up, right, Chen?” “Yes!!” But it comes out a little too loudly, and everyone at the table laughs at her, even Tim. She catches his eye and shakes her head at him. “I would’ve, excuse you all. I can write up hot guys, no problem. Jackson, remember when we pulled over that underwear model for Armani?” Jackson whistles appropriately at the memory, and Lucy nods in fervent agreement. “Daaamn, that guy was so hot. Like, those cheekbones,” he gestures towards his own vaguely, “and that dimple.” “Two dimples,” Lucy reminds him, sighing blissfully at the memory. “There were two dimples. He had one on each side.” “And he had all those photos ready to show us,” Jackson recalls. “And I still gave him a ticket. See?” She turns towards her former training officer with her chin tilted up proudly, as if proving to him she’d stuck to the exemplary training he gave her. Tim just raises an eyebrow at her in amusement, eyes still twinkling with laughter as they roam over her grinning face. “I personally think you should’ve taken up his offer to join him in the backseat.” Angela bursts into laughter, sputtering so hard she nearly spills her drink. “He offered what?” Tim asks, his usual stoic voice high-pitched in disbelief. “He said he only needed five minutes to get you to-“ “Jackson!” Lucy covers her face with her hands in embarrassment for a second, pointedly not looking Tim’s way, then continues to glare at her oversharing best friend. This is him when he hasn’t even finished two drinks. “I’m just givin’ them the whole story of how you resisted temptation, Luce,” he teases back, “all the background info on what you gave up.” “Well, I did, so, yeah, perfect record here, thank you very much.” She flips her hair back dramatically with a wave of her hand, beaming at them all proudly. “Don’t be so cocky, Chen,” Angela warns from across the booth, “it only takes one encounter to bring you tumbling down from that pedestal you’re on. Ask Tim.” She smiles slyly at her best friend, raising her eyebrows so high teasingly that they nearly disappear into her hairline. Lucy gasps loudly, turning in her seat to clutch Tim’s arm . “Oh my gosh! You let someone go? You never do! Who was it?” Tim simply shakes his head at her, eyes fixed on the label of his beer bottle intently even as his lips quirk into his trademark half smile. “Was it Kate Upton? Was it a Victoria’s Secret model? Was it a swimsuit model? Was she wearing a swimsuit?” “Jeez, Chen, no,” Tim scowls at her, “what do you take me for?” “Then who was it that made the mighty Tim Bradford fall?” There’s a second of silence at the table, until Angela pipes in with, “Nova.” “Nova who?” Lucy asks before she can stop herself. Then, it hits her.

Oh. “Oh, you guys are talking about- the undercover thing with-“ She shakes her head quickly and releases Tim’s arm, wishing the room didn’t suddenly feel twenty degrees colder, a chill going through her at the memory. It immediately makes her edgy and restless in her seat, her skin feeling scratchy all over as if it’s invaded her bloodstream. “Okay, but that wasn’t real, so, don’t worry, you’re still perfect, I mean, your record’s still perfect,” she says quickly. His eyes are locked on hers but she looks away from his steady gaze. She wishes she’d grabbed a drink before she sat down so she’d have something to hold in her suddenly restless hands. Thinking back to that stop makes her want to downright throw up her dinner. There had been the wave of pure joy at seeing Tim, even when she knew logically that her getting pulled over undercover could mean something going very wrong in terms of potentially blowing her cover. But seeing Tim after many stressful days away from home, after not having ridden with him for weeks since officially graduating her rookie year, the emotional part of her was drawn to him, eyes racing over the familiar lines of his face, breathing a little faster to take in his woodsy cologne, mesmerized by him like he was a figment of her imagination she’d hallucinated. But the fear overtook any joy when she realized she had to get him and Jackson out alive. When Dahrio’s plan was to simply shoot the cops and flee the scene, her only plea had been to try flirting, to try anything before she could let it happen. Not to Jackson, not to Tim, not them hurt and bleeding or dead on the pavement, her being forced to drive off because she can’t break her damn cover. Not Tim dead on the road because she got distracted and swerved and got pulled over.   Not because of her. “It was such bad flirting too, if that’s what you really want to go down in history as breaking your incredible willpower,” Jackson’s telling Tim, and Lucy forces herself to breathe through her emotions and focus on his words. “I mean, why don’t you come to the party,” he imitates in a high pitched voice, grinning at Lucy. “I mean, really, girl? That’s all you could come up with?” “Seriously, Chen, all the wide world of cop come-ons and you kept it PG?” Angela snorts at her from across the booth, shaking her head slightly. “I would get guys offering to let me cuff ‘em every few months on patrol.” “Right? That’s what I’m saying!” Jackson’s nodding with Angela now, the both of them looking at her with various expressions of disappointment, like she hadn’t done her best work and let them down. “Nothing about handcuffs, nothing about what he’s hiding under his uniform, I mean, it was bad.” Jackson is still laughing, and his voice sounds horribly high-pitched and terribly close and there’s just nothing funny about this, why doesn’t he understand? Lucy forces herself to take another deep breath. “Well, I’m so sorry I disappointed you,” she snaps, but they don’t seem to hear her over their boisterous laughter. She sneaks a glance at Tim and he’s staring at her quietly, like he’s trying to figure her out, like he’s sensing the shift in her expression and her body language even if he’s not asking about it out loud. He furrows his brows at her in a silent question but she quickly looks away, not allowing him to read the answers on her face, and turns back to face the duo across from her. “It’s not like I had time to prep running into-“ “You’re the hotshot UC,” Angela says teasingly, “you’re supposed to be able to think on your feet. Although not much to go on when you’re working with dead weight like Tim over there.” “Hey,” Tim says, frowning at his best friend, “I did just fine, okay?” “We’d have fun at the party,” Jackson echoes in a horribly low imitation of Tim’s voice. It’s enough to make Angela understand though, and she promptly bursts into giggles again. “Smooth. Real seductive, sir.” “Shut it, West.”

“I’m just saying, the two of you?” He points a finder between them. “A whole year of riding together side by side, and that’s the best chemistry you could come up with? Boring.” “It’s pretty pathetic,” Angela echoes. “I’d do better with Jackson and he’s gay.” “Hell yeah, we would,” her former rookie tells her, the two of them sharing an in-sync high-five without looking at the other. “We’d flirt up a firestorm.” “Okay, enough,” Tim says, rolling his eyes at them. “Let’s move on-“ “Luce, you could’ve at least batted your eyelashes at the guy-“ “I’m so sorry that my flirting was too shitty for you, Jackson, I was a little busy trying to save your life!” Lucy exclaims in a burst of sudden emotion, her hands flying up as if she’d like nothing more than to reach across the table and strangle her roommate. There’s a long beat of stunned silence at the table, and though Lucy doesn’t look at any of them, she can feel the three of them frantically exchanging glances with one other, trying to figure out what the hell she’s talking about. Lucy had de-briefed with Nyla, but with the emergency wedding which was then overtaken by Angela’s kidnapping and La Fiera’s escape, she never got to talk about the UC sting with Jackson or the others. There was no need to when so much had happened and they’d all moved on to keep up with the new, more pressing events.   “Lucy…” Tim’s voice is unusually soft next to her, a tone she hasn’t heard from him since he cradled her in his arms in the desert. She tries not to let her chin wobble when she hears it, blinking back the sudden rush of tears that threaten to flood her eyes. “What are you talking about?” Jackson’s confused voice interrupts anything Tim could have been gearing up to say. She’s thankful for that actually, she can focus more clearly on the anger she’s feeling directed towards her roommate instead of falling apart at anything Tim might say in that gentle tone of his. “What do you mean-“ “I mean, that Dahrio Solanga’s plan was to shoot you both and leave you for dead in the middle of the road,” she explains bitterly, nearly spitting the words at him, “so, yeah, I used a little quick thinking and tried plan B.” Jackson inhales sharply in surprise, eyes darting to Tim’s to see the same emotion on the senior officer’s usually unreadable face too. He hadn’t known this detail either. Angela looks just as shocked as she stares at Lucy, her face a mixture of horror and pride. “I… shit, Lucy, I didn’t know,” he says quickly, reaching across the table to grab her hand in apology, “we didn’t know. I was just messin’ with you-“ “Yeah, no kidding,” Lucy says with an eyeroll, pulling her hand quickly out of his grasp. “Next time I’ll just take my top off and throw my bra at him, thanks for the feedback.” She grabs her purse and moves quickly, head down and towards the exit, quickly marching down the sidewalk, past the restaurant and convenience store next to the bar, only stopping when the building ends and she can turn the corner and rest against the brick wall. She takes a deep and shuddering breath, tries to remain calm, forces her hands to unclench and her back to stretch, rolling her shoulders to release the tension. Breathe in, hold for two seconds, breathe out. Breathe in, hold for two seconds, breathe out. She’s blinking so furiously to drive back the tears that are threatening to come to the surface, that she nearly misses the relieved look on Tim’s face when he comes sprinting around the corner. He stops right in front of her, barely a hitch in his breath from the sudden burst of exercise. It makes her snort a little and remember how he’d give her a raised eyebrow and subtle tilt of his head, making her chase after those pesky evading arrest suspects, even if he could get to them faster. “Hey,” he says as if it’s all casual, her exploding on her best friend and leaving the bar, like it’s something that happens every other week.

He comes to stand next to her and she resolutely ignores him for a full few seconds. Finally, she looks up at him. His face is half shadows in the low glow of the streetlights but she catches the intensity of his eyes, the solemn way he looks at her like she’s a puzzle he hasn’t solved yet.

“What?” Lucy means to snap it at him, to be as annoyed with him as she was with Jackson, for all the residual anger to come out in that one word, but instead it comes out soft, like she can’t look at him and not be swayed. The cauldron of hurt and anger that was bubbling with emotion suddenly was calming into ripples of tenderness as soon as she saw his face. “Nothing.” When she arches her eyebrow at him, Tim gives her a small, reassuring smile, leaning forward the slightest bit to nudge her shoulder with his own. “Just ignore them, they’re messin’ around,” he tells her. “I know,” she says forcefully. “It’s not funny. I mean, if you know the whole story, it’snot.” “You’re right,” he nods at her, eyes blue and bright, full of an emotion she can’t name but has been seeing so frequently whenever she catches his gaze across the hall or the crowded parking lot or the low light of the bar, “it’s not.” “I was… I…” Lucy takes a big, shuddering breath, forcing herself to breathe through it, blinking away tears. They spill over anyway and Tim’s eyes follow them, down the path of her cheeks until a few disappear into the corner of her mouth. “I was really scared. I thought I was going to lose you.” “You didn’t. Hey,” he bends down the slightest, his hands resting on her shoulders firmly, sliding down to her elbows, blue eyes solemn as they meet her frantic brown ones, “you didn’t. I’m right here.” She nods, tries to look away from him so he doesn’t see the way her lips tremble at the memory of the fear gripping her, the churning of her stomach every second he was standing at Nova’s car door. But he won’t break eye contact and he sees the emotion displayed on every line of her face, a few stray tears managing to escape. Before she can turn away, he’s muttering under his breath and tugging her towards him, right into his chest. All of a sudden, she’s surrounded by so much Tim. It floors her completely, her senses invaded by him. How warm he is, how tall, the smell of his cologne which was always faint from a foot away in the shop but now is tickling her nose, invading her lungs and working its way into her bloodstream. There’s a hint of the clean scent of whatever laundry detergent he must use when he washes his Henleys. How his whole chest just rumbles as he talks, his voice echoing in her ear as if it’s coming from the source itself, from right inside his oh so honorable heart. “You did good, Lucy, you did. Jackson and I are fine. You’re fine. I’m right here.” She nods into his chest, takes in a deep breath of fabric as if she can inhale his strength and stability through it as well. How long they stand there, their arms around each other, she doesn’t know, she doesn’t want to know because then she’ll start overthinking it. All she knows is that this is the most safe she’s felt in a long, long time. Reluctantly, Lucy tilts her head back to look at him, millimeter by millimeter, almost wishing she hadn’t because he’s looking down at her and now she has no choice but to step back, move away and break the contact. “It was a tough day, that day,” Tim admits softly. His hands slide into the pockets of his jeans, as if to prevent himself from reaching for her again. He rocks slightly and Lucy flashes back to a night at the precinct gym, her ring being thrown at her, his shy smile as he turned away and left her lost in thought about a rescue he never took credit for. “And that night, when you didn’t make contact… I thought I lost you too. But you’re here, I’m here, we’re okay.” “I know,” she nods, releasing a huge exhale and trying to shake off the heavy feelings clouding her judgment. “I was just so scared I’d-” She stops immediately when she realizes what she was going to say, biting her lower lip as if to physically contain the words. “You what?” When she says nothing, Tim gives her his old TO glare, frowning at her with impatience written all over his face. “Spit it out, Boot.”

Lucy takes a ragged breath before sharing her confession. “That I’d lose you before I even had you.” Tim’s mouth drops open slightly in surprise at the sentiment, as if she’s broken a law by saying the words out loud. He takes a deep breath, eyes stormy as he looks down at her. “Lucy… hey, you have me. I’m already yours.” This time, Lucy’s the one who steps forward. Her hair brushes the bottom of his chin when she looks up at him and spies his jaw clenching with unknown emotion. Her hands travel up to the sides of his face as if by some command of their own and she watches his eyes flicker down to her lips and stay there until she utters his name breathlessly. “Tim.” “Be sure, Lucy,” he tells her fiercely, fingers tightening on her arms as if holding himself back until she gives permission, “because once we do this-“ She’s already sure. She leans up and presses her lips against his fiercely, silencing any other words he thinks he needs to say. It takes him a moment to realize what’s happened. His mouth remains still under hers for an entire millisecond, then he responds quickly with enthusiasm. His hands wrap around her waist, tugging her closer and kissing her back. She doesn’t know when it happened but suddenly she’s got her back against the brick wall, her front entirely covered by Tim’s broad chest as he leans down and kisses her fervently, all lips and tongue and low moans emerging from both of them. “Come home with me,” Tim murmurs when their lips break and he trails his lips over to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. She tilts her head up the slightest to smile at him, panting to catch her breath as she tightens her grip around his waist. “Hmm, aren’t you gonna buy me dinner first?” “Tomorrow,” he promises with a tiny smile as he looks down at her earnestly, “I promise.” “Okay.” She says it so simply that it catches them both by surprise, but the word makes her feel so much happiness that it can’t be wrong. Not when she sees the look of pure joy on his face. “I want to see Kojo anyway,” she adds just to watch him throw his head back and laugh. She lives for that laugh, she has been for so long but now she can finally admit it. He leans down to drop a kiss on her forehead, wrapping an arm around her as he leads the way back down the block. “Oh, you do, huh? That’s what this is about, getting close to my dog?” “Our dog,” she corrects quickly. Just when they’re almost at his truck, she hesitates, looking back the way they came. He pauses behind her, looking at her nervously like he’s scared she’s changed her mind. “I should probably go inside and apologize to Jackson, huh?” “I guess you could,” Tim says slowly. “Or,” he winks at her, “let him sweat. He was being an ass and he wasn’t even drunk.” Lucy giggles, smiling softly in thanks as he opens the passenger’s side door for her. “I’ll just text him for now, I don’t wanna make him feel bad all night.” He shakes his head at her in mock disappointment. “You’re too damn nice.” “It’s nice to be nice. You should try it sometime,” she teases back just before sliding into her seat. “Hmm. Maybe, maybe not. Being nice to you is enough for me.” Then with a wink at her, he closes the door, leaving Lucy’s heart racing and cheeks flushing, the whole night ahead of them.

#chenford fic week 2021 #cfw2021 #therookiebook #chenford #my fic tag

[fangirlovestuff]

Worth It - Andy Barber x reader

a/n- Hey lovely people! this was written for @stargazingfangirl18​​ & @navybrat817​​ ‘s shameless hoes for chris challenge, and I can’t be happier that our baby Andy’s first appearance on this blog is for their challenge! thoughts are in italics and the prompt is in bold. also a disclaimer - i’ve never been to a singles mixer lol. Enjoy!<3

Prompts: We are the only two people at this god awful event who seemed to be utterly miserable, so let’s be miserable together & “Can you just not right now?”

Summary: you never believed in singles mixers, but something about this stranger might just change that...

Word count: ~2,570

Warnings: smut!!, explicit language. please don’t read if you are uncomfortable with those things!

Your eyes wandered around the room for the umpteenth time that night. It was packed full of people who were talking to one another, mostly paired up, usually leaning towards each other. Lashes were flattered, muscles were subtly flexed, arms brushed "accidentally". The usual joys of a singles mixer.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Why the fuck did you let your friend convince you to come with her? She was currently talking to some douchebag in a suit that was clearly rented to make him look fancier but didn't even fit him that well. You had a sense of admiration for her for being optimistic enough to believe she'll find a guy in these things.

You, however, didn't share that sentiment. You hung out close to the bar, downing a couple of drinks and quickly shutting down any attempt any male has made to talk to you. About five minutes after you got here you realized there wasn't anyone there who looked like they could fit you. Who knows, maybe your taste in men was a bit much, but you certainly wouldn't lower your standards for the men in that room.

Now, forty minutes later, you were just about ready to bail, but you didn't want to leave your friend alone. So, you just sat there, fumbling with your phone, hoping your friend would soon realize how pointless this was.

As you were ordering another drink, you caught the door opening slightly from the corner of your eye. Probably someone who's late. Although you couldn't fathom what was the point of arriving to these things late. To be fair, you couldn't fathom the reason to be at these things at all. 

Sure, you wanted to find love. But you had pretty much given up on the idea that there was someone out there for you. That was a bit of a naïve notion in your opinion, the search for true love. Anyway, you did fine on your own, it's not like you needed a man in your life.

Doesn't mean you didn't want one though.

You drowned that thought and the extra drink you had just gotten. You should probably cut back on the drinks; you don't want to be hungover the next day.

You suddenly realized someone was coming to lean on the bar beside you. He ordered a drink, deep voice reaching your ears despite the chatter in the room. You lifted your head from your phone to look at the stranger from the corner of your eye. He shrugged the suit jacket off his shoulders and sat down. 

Damn, he definitely wasn't here before. Probably the one who just got in, you realized. You looked at his handsome profile, brown hair that seemed soft to touch, and a suit that actually fit his quite broad frame. 

Maybe this night isn't gonna be such a waste after all. Sure, you didn't expect to fall in love, but it's been a while since you got laid. The stranger caused a tingly sensation inside you that made want to change that.

He looked over at you, blue eyes piercing into yours. You noticed the way his lashes cast a slight shadow on his cheekbones, and that beard was framing his face very nicely. There was really no other way to say it, he was hella hot.

"Can you just not right now?" he said suddenly and sighed. You raised your eyebrows and scoffed, diverting your gaze into your nearly empty glass and pursing your lips. Okay, never mind, asshole alert.

"I'm sorry," he said after a moment passed. "I'm just not really interested in meeting anyone right now. I saw you looking at me so—"

"Whatever," you cut him off, a little embarrassed he caught you ogling him. "If you aren't interested in anything, why are you even here?"

"A friend forced me into it. She basically pushed me through the door," he chuckled, sipping his drink. 

A she friend. Maybe that's the reason he wasn't interested. "Well, I can't say I don't understand that," you sympathized, scouring the room in search of your friend again. You were just in time to catch her going out the door with that douche. "Shit," you muttered under your breath.

"Excuse me?" he asked, equal parts amused and puzzled. 

"My friend just left with some jerk," you downed the rest of your drink, "and as the person who talked me into this shithole, that's rude of her," you sent a tight-lipped smile to the stranger. "So now I'm pretty much stranded here because she was my ride home." You opened your phone to order an Uber. You blamed the alcohol for making you overshare like this.

"Hey," the stranger said, "How about we have a drink and I could give you a ride home? Duffy threatened to wait outside for a half-hour to make sure I stay, and I have no doubt she's gonna make good on that," he smiled.

"Hmmm, excuse me if I'm not gonna jump on that offer, complete stranger I just met," you smirked.

"Oh, right, sorry. Where I come from everyone knows me," he said, surprisingly bitter. "I'm Andy," he smiled.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Andy," you said and introduced yourself. "So, you're a celeb where you come from, huh? What do you do?" 

"I'm- I was a lawyer. Right now, I'm looking for a job. And celeb isn't really the word I would use," he said in that bitter tone once more. You got the message – he really didn't want to talk about it.

"So is Duffy a lawyer too?" you changed the subject quickly.

"No, she's a cop, but we worked together sometimes," he said. "What about you, what do you do?"

You spent the next few minutes getting to know each other, the conversation flowing easily. He had more wit in his little finger than most people you met at these things had in their whole body. Smart's the new sexy, but it's not like he wasn't sexy enough as it is.

"So, how come your friend talked you into coming here and then left you?" he asked.

"Well, we're the only two of our friends who aren't married, or engaged or whatever, so everyone's nagging us to 'find someone'. She really thinks these things are the place where she could find her person. I, personally, think it's bullshit," you said and he chuckled. "But hey, the things you do for your friends," you shrugged. 

"Yeah," he looked at you and smiled. He thought he was being subtle, but you noticed the way his eyes quickly moved to your cleavage, which was looking quite nice in this dress if you could say so yourself, and back to your face. Maybe not all hope for tonight was lost, you thought, and leaned forward a little. 

"See that dude over there? What do you think he's saying to that poor girl?" you asked.

"He's probably telling her how romantic and chivalrous he is just to get into her pants," he shrugged and you chuckled. "What about that couple? What do you think they're talking about?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm so in love with you!" you said in a slightly high-pitched voice, imitating the girl, "Yeah, baby, me too," you said in a lower voice. "And then they'll move in together, break up and get into an ugly fight over who gets to keep the house," you finished your story and Andy laughed.

The conversation continued to flow, both of you making fun of some other people, but now it seemed you were both in a competition. It started with you leaning forward to bring your cleavage into view, but he caught on quickly, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button, his Adam's apple bobbing and god did that make you wanna suck on his neck.

You made the next move, crossing your legs in a way that you knew would make your dress ride up a little, exposing more skin. Andy visibly swallowed but you continued talking like you didn't notice. He rolled up his sleeves, and at this point, it was clear you both knew what you were doing. You were already hot and bothered, and he didn't even touch you yet, not even in the most innocent way. 

"Well," Andy looked at his phone, "I think we're clear, Duffy must've gone home by now. Come on, let's go."

You got up and so did Andy, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair.

When you went outside it was surprisingly cold. You shivered a bit and Andy noticed it from the corner of his eye, dropping his jacket over your shoulder. You smiled at him in thanks. 

The drive was mostly filled with silence, besides you giving him directions to your house. It seemed you were both immersed in your own thoughts, but it was a comfortable silence. Your gaze fluttered on him once more. You noticed his hands on the steering wheel, more specifically the ring-shaped tan. Well, if he didn't wanna talk about it that's his prerogative.

"Here, you can pull over right there," you pointed to an empty parking spot across from your building. 

"Do you want to come up and have a coffee? I gotta thank you for the ride home somehow," you smiled. 

"Sure," he said and turned off the car, going out. You gave him his jacket back as you both entered the building.

The tension in the elevator could be cut with a knife. It seemed that once you were finally alone, your thoughts were running wild.

You finally reached your apartment, opening the door and showing Andy in. You turned to lock the apartment door behind you. "If you want you can leave your jacket—"

You turned back around and suddenly his lips were on yours, pushing hungrily. You felt his tongue licking slightly against your lips, seeking entrance you granted gladly, your tongue battling with his as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands wandered down your body, grabbing your ass and squeezing it lightly as you moaned into his mouth. He moved his hands to your hips lifting you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist as you started to unbutton his shirt.

"Second door on the left," you parted your lips just long enough to rasp that out and then returned to feverishly kissing him once more. 

He made his way to the bedroom, carrying you in his arms with little effort. He pushed you against the bedroom door and you reached to open it and then pushed his now unbuttoned shirt down from his shoulders. He groaned and put you down to finish getting rid of his shirt, while you quickly pushed your dress over your head, leaving you in your underwear.

Andy's breath hitched at the sight before his lips were back on you again, nipping at your collarbone, your jaw, your neck, while you reached to get rid of his belt, unzipping his pants. He stepped out of them and you started walking back towards the bed, a tangled mess of hands and lips colliding.

Once you were on the bed he reached to unclasp your bra, throwing it to the side and attaching his lips to your breast, swirling his tongue around your hardened nipple. You arched your chest against his mouth, nails gently scraping on his back as you clung to him. Almost without you noticing his hand trailed down to take off your underwear, fingers expertly teasing your clit as you ground against him, silently asking for more. He put two fingers inside you, the wet sound echoing in the room, and you would almost be embarrassed if it didn't feel so damn good. 

Your lips found his neck, fulfilling your earlier wish and sucking on it, leaving a bite. You started palming him through his boxers, reaching a hand inside to stroke his length as he groaned into your neck. He pulled his finger out of you and before you managed to whimper at the loss, he captured your lips in his, devouring your mouth as he discarded his boxers. 

You parted from him and reached into your bedside drawer to pull out a condom. He quickly slid it on and wasted no time pushing into you, bottoming out in one thrust. You gasped at the stretch, which quickly dissipated once he started moving, snapping his hips onto yours and making you cry out in pleasure.

You clenched around him, the coil in your stomach tightening, and his thrusts started becoming erratic as he brought his fingers to your clit once more, flicking it harshly until came around him with a scream of pleasure, milking him through his orgasm as well. 

He stayed inside you, the both of you panting until he finally pulled out and went to throw the condom. You were too fucked out to whimper at the loss, only closing your eyes until you felt the bed dip beside you. Andy laid down beside you, tentatively wrapping an arm around you, to which you said nothing, only cuddled a bit into him.

The next morning you woke up to the smell of fresh coffee filling your senses. You were puzzled until you saw the discarded clothes and remembered the events of last night. Sighing in content, you got up, putting on a new pair of underwear and picking up Andy's shirt, leaving the few top buttons open as you made your way to the kitchen.

Andy was leaning against the countertop, shirtless with only his pants on, sipping a cup of coffee and scrolling on his phone, and didn't notice your soft footsteps.

"Good morning," you said softly, drawing his attention towards you. "Glad to see you've made yourself at home," you chuckled and came closer to him.

"Sorry," he said, averting his gaze, "I just really needed that coffee before the drive home. But there's more if you want some."

You thanked him and poured yourself a cup of coffee. 

"So…" he started.

"So?" you smiled.

"I had a great time last night. The whole evening," he added quickly. "So… let me take you out sometime. On a date. Please," he smiled. 

"I'd love that," you smiled at him. 

You exchanged numbers and the rest of your breakfast went on uneventfully, until Andy had to go. "Can I have my shirt back?" he asked, grinning.

"Oh, I don't know," you said, pretending to contemplate it, "I'm pretty sure you look better without it."

You both laughed. You went to your room to change and gave him back the shirt. 

"Have a nice drive home," you said. And then, in a surge of confidence, you kissed him, pushing your lips against his with passion. "One for the road," you smirked.

Andy smirked back, no doubt on board with your antics. "I'll call you," he said and opened the door, going into the hall.

"You better!" you called after him, a smile on your face as you watched him go into the elevator and out of sight.

You closed the door and leaned on it, lost in your thoughts like a schoolgirl in love, and then you realized – shit. 

You had actually met a cute guy at a singles mixer. Your friends were never gonna let you live that down. Oh well, you thought, he seems like he's worth it.

hope you enjoyed!! whoosh i love andy barber so much ok bye

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[sapphirecastles]

GETTING TO KNOW ME!

I was tagged by @glorfindels thank youu!!! the excuse to overshare...

why did you choose your URL?

I love both the colour blue and castles (+ Sapphire from Steven Universe has future vision and this is cool)

any side-blogs? name them and why you have them.

@rubycitadel to dump paintings

@aldebaranlune to hide my interest in astrology shhh

@potatoe-the-brave cottagecore + one ulterior motive I haven't fulfilled yet (I will one day)

@ao3feed-samfro someone had to do it...

how long have you been on tumblr?

Since last year. But I had my first tumblr back in 2010 (or late 2009?) and I've deleted them all.

do you have a queue tag?

"bold of you to assume i even use the queue and don't just reblog fifty posts in one go, leave for a couple of hours and then repeat" (Angie, 2021) Same...

why did you start your blog in the first place?

Grad school was killing me and I wanted to meet other people in academia (out of my Uni). It ended up being everything BUT grad school though...

why did you choose your icon?

Virginia? Shared vibes... But I change often (several picrews) and sometimes I miss old Gandalf

why did you choose your header?

Again, the vibes... I wanted display more internal turbulence than my previous one

what’s your post with the most notes?

the one serious post with real teaching advice that I found and had to share

how many followers do you have?

161

how many people do you follow?

581

have you ever made a shitpost?

I don't think so, def not on purpose

how often do you use tumblr each day?

It varies

did you have a fight/argument with a blog once?

No

how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this post’?

I just don't

do you like tag/ask games?

I do!!!

which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Some... But @feelingyourheartlines (def you) and @pleasedontlookatmeokay (yes i think you are lol) and @lovely-v won't mind if I tag them

do you have a crush on a mutual?

No (romantic). Yes (friendly/platonic), you're all friend shaped and if I never texted it's because I haven't found an excuse - often I'm the random person - feel free to tho

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If you read this I want to know you (if you're comfortable, no pressure)!!!

tagging @pleasedontlookatmeokay, @contrarily-me, @totallynotmrkeating, @searchingforserotonin, @no-face-no-shame , @econtwin1, @blysse-and-blunder, @lllinens if you want to

#tag

[fukurodanni]

everything stays (but it still changes)

part 1 || part 2 || PART 3

pairing: tsukishima kei x photographer!reader summary: so the same man (that broke your heart 3 years ago) accidentally gets drunk with you at a work event. how bad could it be? word count: 2.5k note: includes cursing, drunken actions. this whole thing reads a bit like a rom-com, if u haven’t gotten that by now lol

The only thing left to do after it all is to push it all into the back of your mind because you have a job to do tomorrow and you need to be well rested, so you pull the covers over yourself and hope to every deity out there that he isn’t in your dreams, too.

And funnily enough, he isn’t. You stop by for tea before the photoshoot - it’s the Thursday afterwards and Tsukishima isn’t there but you don’t have the time to question it, so you stuff your phone into your back pocket and head off. It’s in a big studio building, and the set is gorgeous, based in off-white and decked with pale yellows and citrus colors. The models seem to have been there for a while, already in makeup, but the stylist is still hanging around so maybe they haven’t been there for very long after all. They straighten a little when you greet them, easy smiles coloring their faces.

Off to business, then.

The work distracts from your wandering thoughts - the flex of Tsukishima’s hands across the table, eyes like swirling honey. It’s easy to lose yourself in the routine of it all, the ridges of a camera lens under your fingertips and the gentle click of the shutter.

Sometime after lunch and before wrapping up, you’re talking with one of the models, Mika, about how her brother is a photography major. She’s been his guinea pig for about two weeks now - you laugh gently as she jokes about how refreshing it is to be in a set that isn’t the corner of a college dorm. Incidentally, you manage not to hear the heavy click of the door behind you.

Mika’s gaze drifts behind you and you don’t think much of it until you notice it drift back to you. That’s when you hear the rest of the production crew and glance over at them, confused. They’re all standing in a little huddle.

“They’re looking for the photographer,” Mika explains, having heard a bit of the conversation.

You get up quickly and stand a little straighter. “I’m the photographer,” you announce, and immediately regret it.

Their heads all turn at once to look at you and it’s only a little unnerving but one of the heads turns out to be Kei Tsukishima and you think your jaw might have decided to glue itself to the floor in response. You realize, now, that perhaps you should have asked him to elaborate about his career. You allow yourself a split second of shock before wiping the expression and walking up to them.

You ask, very politely and not at all like you have weird tension with one of these men, what the issue is. It’s Tsukishima that addresses you, in a short, clipped tone.

“They want the color scheme changed.”

And you gape. “What, why?” you ask, completely forgetting your resolve to ignore him. “We’re finished shooting, they would have told us this beforehand - the whole thing?”

Tsukishima looks unbothered, mostly. “Didn’t reach in time, I guess.”

Part of you wants to strangle him, another part wants to strangle the client, but it’s all fine and well. The photographer’s assistant (who you haven’t talked with, in favor of doing most of the work yourself - you aren’t even sure why he was hired) cracks a joke about checking your schedule and it only serves to piss you off even more. It seems to show on your face though, and - Jun, you think - looks a little sheepish at having joked about it in the first place.

He comes up to you a moment later, after you’ve wandered back towards the set.

“I haven’t done much,” he starts in a low, nervous tone, “I feel sorta bad.” You’re unsure about where the hell he’s going with this but he only grows more nervous and it looks like it’s taking physical exertion from him:

“We could go out for drinks after. On me.”

A little voice in you wants to ask, shamelessly, if he means a date. You’re co-workers, though, and that would cross the line of professionalism, just a bit, but he keeps talking and you realize your chance to ask has probably passed.

The models, besides Mika, have long gone - and it’ll only be four or five people including yourself. It doesn’t sound so bad. And he’s offering to pay. The messenger bag is barely over your shoulder before you reply, “Okay.”

-

The bar is about as well lit as an 8pm bar should be, lights in pale yellows that, for a moment, remind you of the set. You drink, bitterly.

Everyone is loose with the alcohol and atmosphere, movements and dialogue easy. Jun, funnily enough, is the first to go - absolutely plastered and claiming otherwise. One of the production managers calls him an Uber and excuses himself as well.

Mika leaves after accidentally oversharing. The most your brain could comprehend from that spiel, drunken or not, came in the form of ‘oh’s and ‘ah’s. She makes an excuse for herself too, clearly not having expected to divulge so much.

You’re tipsy at most, having been careful with your drinks and generally reserved to keeping polite conversation. That, or it hasn’t hit you yet. (At least your tolerance is higher than Jun’s.)

Eventually, it dawns on you that you and Tsukishima are the only ones left. You haven’t noticed how much he’d drank, having spent half the night trying not to look at him. You talk to him with a warbled sort of exhaustion. Conversation seems filmy and vague and you’re not bothered by that weird date-thing anymore. You’re sure it’ll come back to you at some point, just not now.

“God, starlight,” he says, and it isn’t as much of a slur as it is a slant, because as soon as it leaves his mouth he seems to realize it. “Out of all the people who could’ve been working that set….”

He chuckles mirthlessly, but you’re frozen in your seat because the nickname falls from his lips with such ease. It is, at once, unerring and much more sobering than it has any right to be.

The rest of the bar is suddenly oceans away. “What gives you any right to call me that again?” you ask, except it comes out in a mangled, jarring breath. The familiarity of it all hits you again just thinking about it, like constellations traced across your shoulder and the warmth of a bed that isn’t yours. “M’not taking any of this starlight bullshit after the stunt you pulled.”

Tsukishima furrows his eyebrows in a semblance of anger. It comes off more like dazed confusion, but it gets the point across. “That I pulled? That was a mutual… pulling. You left me on a bench after giving me mixed signals for two hours.”

“You’re hot, okay? What the hell was I supposed to do?” You’re not thinking very hard about these responses - you’re mostly on autopilot, watching the way his fist tightens and loosens, the way he crosses his arms. Arms that spent hours snaked around you, swaying along to music so low it made it seem like you were the only two in the world who could hear.

“Thanks,” he replies bluntly.

You think about replying for a second, think about the way he’d flick your forehead, enough to calm your skin but never your heart. And then, eloquently: “Fuck off.”

You sit in silence.

It’s in the instant that you’re coming up with an excuse to leave that you hear him, quiet and somber as if you weren’t supposed to hear it at all. “I still…” Tsukishima glances at the table in front of him, fingertips gliding over glossy wood.

“Loved you,” he finishes, lamely. “Love you. Past tense. I don’t know.”  

You’re watching him unravel like this, face flushed and pointedly avoiding your gaze. Except suddenly it’s like the crack of lightning, breakneck and furious and long overdue. “Fucking what?”

“Huh?” Tsukishima raises his head.

“The hell did you dump me for, then?” Your voice comes out a little more shrill than you’d meant, a little louder and a little more brash. So be it. He looks lost for words, foggy with drink and unresolved emotion, probably.

He isn’t answering, so you prod again. “Why did you dump me if you still fucking loved me? Why is this coming out now? Motherfucker, I still loved you!”

He stares numbly, hazily. “I didn’t want to deal with it.”

You want to smack the glasses off his face.

“So what, you dealt with me for 3 years and got tired of it?”

“You know that’s not what happened.”

“You could’ve fucking talked to me. Could’ve lied to my face instead of just walking out that fucking door without an explanation. Kei.”

The look on his face is desperate, disdainful. He doesn’t want to have this conversation but goddamn are you going to force it out of him.

He glances at the other bar patrons. “Can we talk about this? Outside?”

Which is how you find yourself in Kei Tsukishima’s passenger seat at 11pm on a weekday, screaming enough profanities to scare your grandmother into an early grave.

When it’s all out of your system, the only dredges left are of simmering regret. There is no anger left to give and only the hollow, mournful feeling that you’d spent so long trying to internalize. You remember contentedness and routine being ripped out from under your feet, kicking and thrashing as it was overtaken by shame. Shame and distress and the sharpest edges of remorse - of thinking that maybe - maybe Tsuki wouldn’t have left if you had been a little more careful. That somehow, despite everything, maybe you could have convinced him to stay.

His eyes are a miserable amber under parking lot lights and maybe yours are a little watery, but he takes the silence as a cue to talk.

And god, does he talk - staring holes into his hands as he does, never once meeting your eyes - about his fears, about letting you slip through his fingers and watching you go. “Because I saw forever with you,” he says, quiet and prayerful. “I thought I saw forever and I wanted it so badly, I ran when I thought it wouldn’t come.”

Like sand in an hourglass, watching grain by grain slip past the point of return and thinking that maybe there wasn’t going to be a forever - and if it ended, it would be on his own terms, running to put effort into everything that wasn’t you, shameful and laden with guilt. His hand is barely shaking in his lap and against it all, you want to take it in yours. It takes a special, sobering kind of talking down to restrain the urge.

And then, wonder of wonders, he apologizes.

Tsuki apologizes, only just managing to meet your eyes, nervous and different and new. For the misunderstandings and the endless fear and the regret of not having realized it sooner. You laugh, a wet and broken thing, and apologize too. It’s barely midnight and you’re still in the parking lot but the buoyant, hopeful feeling in your chest tells you that there are only two people in the world right now; only two that matter.

-

You wake up in a hotel bed.

It takes you about two seconds to absolutely lose your shit before realizing you’re still dressed and by that fact, nothing eventful happened. Kei sits next to you, scrolling idly on his phone and it hits you all at once - how content you feel, sitting quietly with him - keeping watch as the sun kisses his hair into shining ivory, glasses glinting in the light.

You feel as if heavy wires of tension have been removed from your limbs. They aren’t so leaden anymore but lighter and easier. Kei glances at you.

“Morning.”

You blink at him. “How the fuck did we get here?” and then, belatedly, “G’morning.”

He chuckles lightly and you consider, momentarily, that this is all a dream. Much too idyllic for your taste, but he explains that it was the most convenient option after a long crying session because you were in no state to drive and it was right there, anyway, and he had the money. He sounds a little sheepish by the end, but it’s all the more endearing. None of this makes sense, anyway.

You order room service - not breakfast, he has a habit of saying ‘good morning’ during odd hours of the afternoon. (A part of you wants to ask where he picked it up, and the other already knows the answer.) And talk all the while, same as before. You feel very grown up sitting with him like this, talking over bagels and tea having hashed everything out in a half-drunken therapy session the night before.

Part of it is so, so familiar. The way he doesn’t quite grin when he’s trying to hide it - the corners of his mouth turn up in an almost-smile and his eyes light with mirth. Another is new - two adults who happen to know each other, talking about everything and nothing at all. It feels a bit like a first date and it fills you with something rare and electric.

He has to drop you off at the bar again, walking you to your car and cracking a joke about the absurdity of it all. It’s about as awkward as it sounds on paper, but it’s perfect and good and you look up at him with new eyes. You’re opening the car door when Kei calls for you in a rushed, harried tone.

“Go out with me,” he says, halfway across the parking lot. “It doesn’t have to be with forever in mind but I’d like a second chance. If you’re willing to take a second chance.”

“Not forever?” you ask, and it’s supposed to come out joking. You take a few steps closer and watch as he does, too.

“Focus on what’s happening now. No running away from what I think the future holds.”

“Sounds good. Sounds solid.”

“Yeah. Good.”

A beat of silence. You’re closer than you were a second ago; you can see the smudge on the edge of his lens where you jokingly smacked him earlier. Your heart does a funny, acrobatic sort of thing.

His mouth opens, a sentence starts and ends. He tries again.

“Can I kiss you?”

“What? Ye- mmph.”

He tastes like 2pm breakfast food and black tea with too much lemon in and you melt like sugar in the rain. He kisses like home, warm and comfortable and easy. It makes you think that no matter how much has changed - how much you’ve grown - there’s a distinctness in Kei Tsukishima that will always feel familiar. Home after a lifetime away, coming up for air after hours underwater. Maybe it’ll always be like that with him, no matter how much time goes by.

You can’t wait to find out.

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the retrospective: alice’s 1k special || lover masterlist

matchup requests: CLOSED

@tokonami​ asked: HAPPY 1K BABY! MATCHUP TIME! my mbti type is esfp + i’m a proud slytherin! personality in 5 words would def be talkative, sweet, witty, stubborn (maybe impulsive *cries*), and observant? my hobbies are reading, painting, SHOPPING, singing, oversharing on the internet, anything rly... my style is pretty girly? i’m a fashion before comfortable gal. my go-to would be a turtle neck beneath a sweater vest paired w/ a miniskirt and a lil headband! oh my fave drink is thai bubble tea! thank you baby!!!

A/N: Priscilla!! Omg it’s so good to see you in my inbox again 💚OOOOO thai bubble tea! Definitely something I order on occasion when I get boba! Sending you lots of hugs and kisses -alice

Your matchup is: Hinata Shoyo

How you met: you and Hinata get hired by the MSBY Black Jackals around the same time! Since you’re a younger manager you’re responsible for the monster generation players bc you can keep up with their energy better than anyone else on staff. You and Hinata become best friends bc you both get lost in the Black Jackal’s stadium/practice facility far too often during your first months at work.  Not love at first sight but definitely crush at first sight. Hinata loves your sweet and witty personality and finds you really cute. Whenever you pass them water bottles/towels or shout some encouragement he always beams at you. Also is really grateful for all the tips/feedback you give based on your observations during practice. 

Your first date: With a little encouragement (read: peer pressure) from Bokuto and Atsumu + some sage words of advice from Meian he asks you out. Your first date is at a cat cafe! Idk why but I feel like Hinata is secretly a cat whisperer - cats just love him and will run up to him and nuzzle his shins. He knows this really cute/trendy place downtown and invites you to come with. Of course you decide on your go to outfit because it’s comfy and cute, and he gushes over how amazing you look. Takes approximately 1 million photos of you interacting with cats. When the cats don’t want to walk your way he uses that as an excuse + scooches to sit closer to you to convince them to come back.

Your first kiss: The locker room after practice is literally just everyone else teasing Hinata about you bc yes they all ship it you two are their cute little bubbly couple. One day, at the end of practice, Hinata is just lingering around the gym, sneaking glances at you all the time. “Do you need something?” you ask, and he kinda splutters before offering to help you clean up (give him a moment he’s working up his courage). You’re taking down the nets and standing across from each other when suddenly he blurts out “canikissyou?” and then immediately just screws his eyes shut and pecks you on the lips before blushing like crazy and flailing. It takes a second for him to calm down and look at you, but you’re smiling so he thinks that it went okay and kisses you again. 

Anniversary: You know how Hinata has The Toilet Song™? I feel like he’s the kind of person who makes up songs/song lyrics on the go. On the morning of your anniversary he shows up bright and early at your apartment before work to cook you breakfast and you can hear him singing ~eggs, eggs, eggs, for my bae, bae, bae~ as you get ready for the day. Of course the entire team helps with your anniversary - Saku, Bo and Tsumu are extra nice to you + they all coo when Hinata surprises you with homemade bento. Meian is a softie who ends practice early so that the two of you can make it to your dinner at your favorite hole-in-the wall restaurant. The night ends with the two of you falling asleep together in his bed. 

How they propose: Hinata waits a while before proposing - maybe a few years until his career in the v-league is stable! This is another one of those moments where he gets really nervous. I actually think that he would prefer a very intimate proposal rather than a public one! I think he surprises you when you come over to his apartment - he enlists Kenma’s help to edit together a video featuring clips/photos from the past few years together with you. After it’s one playing he’s kneeling on the ground, beaming up at you. 

What your wedding looks like: Big! Wedding! Ceremony! He invites a lot of people - high school friends and teams, entire extended families, his friends from Brazil (Oikawa flies in from Argentina lol) and ofc the black jackals and their own families and the Alders too! Outdoor summer wedding with lots and lots of flowers! And a super fun reception - he goes all out to get a dance floor + free flow bar + lots of catering! Both of you want your guests to have a great time at your wedding. Definitely play the newlywed game (shoe game) and you two bicker a lot over who is the cleanest, best cook etc. 

Newlywed/domestic hc: You two move in together after getting married, and now you two are super cute and cuddling in the morning before heading to work together. Think cooking breakfast in your pajamas, getting ready together in the bathroom. Your favorite part of the day is when you get in the car and blast music on the speakers, and the two of you loudly sing along to whatever comes up on the radio. I think the entire gym just brightens up when the two of you walk in, giggling/joking around while holding hands.

#haikyuu matchups #haikyuu x reader #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata shouyou x reader #hinata shoyo #hinata shouyou #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #karasuno #the retrospective #alice's 1k special

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moxiety with fake dating? mayhaps with some gay panicking because ahhh cute stranger hold hngg hand??

I was having such stupid technical difficulties ith Word, but here it is, sorry it’s been like three weeks, lol. I’d love to hear what you think! 

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Fake it Till You Make it 

Virgil’s always careful whilst staking out a seat in the coffee shop he frequents. He makes sure not to sit in an area that’s too crowded, as to bypass unnecessary human-contact, while simultaneously avoiding the table too close to the door that lets a draft in. He’s been coming here a long time now, as it’s the closest place to his College, as well as the fact that the coffee is reasonably priced, and the atmosphere is pretty damn cozy. Also… there’s a barista that happens to be the cutest man Virgil’s ever laid his eyes on, but that’s beside the point! 

By now, all of the staff know his order – a cinnamon Cappuccino with enough whipped cream to drown in – like the back of their hands, so he has to worry about social interaction a lot less than usual. The adorable barista in question, Patton, has only ever taken his order, sweet as can be while doing so, but Virgil’s never really talked to the guy. Not that he plans on it! That is waaay too nerve-racking to so much as think about, thank you very much. Sure, he can get lost in those ocean-blue eyes and often fantasizes about running his hand through those strawberry-blonde curls but talking to him is strictly out of the question. He likes this coffee spot and would really hate to have to find a new shop all because he’s made a fool of himself. 

So, it’s not hard to imagine Virgil’s utter shock when he finds that very same barista standing beside him, a dazzling smile on his face.

“Is this seat taken?” He asks, in reference to the chair beside him, and Virgil’s fairly sure he forgets how to breathe for a moment. 

“Uh – no,” he manages to stutter, “It’s all yours, man.” The barista grins, sitting beside him. 

“Thanks… Virgil, right?” Virgil blinks surprised he’d remember something as inconsequence as his name. 

“Yeah,” Virgil says, “My, uh, friends call me Virge. You can, too, if you wanted to.” Virgil despises the way his voice is trembling; why is he so fucking nervous? It’s just basic, human, social interaction (with the most beautiful man to grace this Earth, but basic, human social interaction nonetheless)

“Sure, thing, Virge. I’m Patton,” he says, as though Virgil hadn’t memorized the name on his nametag the moment, he saw him. “I like your pin, by the way.” 

Virgil glances down at the Bisexual pin on his backpack, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. It’s not like he’s missed the rainbow shirt he’s seen peeking out from behind Patton’s apron sometimes – an apron he doesn’t currently have on, meaning he’s off the clock, also meaning instead of going home, he’s sitting here, talking to him. So, yeah, Patton’s probably gay, and he’s talking to him, but that doesn’t actually mean anything. It doesn’t stop Virgil from panicking quite a bit, though. 

“Thanks,” Virgil says, trying his absolute hardest to keep his cool. He’s wanted to talk to Patton for so long, but he hadn’t imagined it would ever actually happen. 

“You come here a lot, huh?” Patton asks. Virgil rubs at the back of his neck, struggling to maintain eye-contact. 

“Uh- yeah. This is a cool place, and it’s not too far from my school.” Virgil fails to mention the fact that Patton’s a big reason he comes in nearly daily, thinking such a detail might come off as super creepy.

As awkward as Virgil is, a conversation is struck up. He learns that Patton is a student at his college, too (How the fuck did he manage to miss a face like that??) and that he’s studying to be a Veterinarian, which Virgil finds a little funny, considering he’s terribly allergic to cats. Patton’s a big fan of dad-jokes and puns, and while he can try and groan, it just manages to make Patton all the more adorable. He also discovers that yes, Patton is gay and that he first came about a year ago. 

“Yeah, my parents weren’t too thrilled,” Patton says in a voice that’s desperately trying to stay chipper, but the sorrow creeps in all the same, “They still aren’t.” 

“Mine either,” Virgil says before he really knows what he’s saying, “I haven’t, uh, talked to them in a long time. I might never again, honestly.” A look of sympathy crosses Patton’s face, though it’s clear that he relates, maybe more than he wants to admit to himself. 

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Virge.” 

Virgil shrugs. It’s nothing new. He came out to his parents at seventeen, a choice that was quite the feat considering the level of anxiety he suffers from, and it hadn’t gone well at all. His folks hadn’t kicked him out, but they’d insisted that he was never to take a boy home. At first, Virgil had tried to get on their good side, they were his parents, after all. But it didn’t take long for him to realize what a fruitless venture that was. They weren’t going to change, regardless of how much he wanted them to. 

Once he got to college, he had an opportunity to meet a few really great people, despite his social-anxiety, individuals who had shown him how important it is to have positive relationships in life. At this point, it could undo a few years of positive change to let his parents back into his life, and Virgil wasn’t about to go and do a thing like that.

“It’s alright,” he says, “They’re assholes, anyway. I got some pretty cool relatives though, and some really good friends, so that helps.” Patton frowns, and suddenly Virgil decides he despises the sad expression on him, wondering what the hell he could do to make it go away.

“My parents are assholes too,” Patton murmurs, as though saying such a word is incomprehensively bad, and as if Virgil hadn’t said it too about three seconds ago. “They really are. I’ve been trying. Trying so hard to be patient with them and allow them time to adjust but… it just isn’t happening. They’re still talking about when I end up with “some lucky lady.” I don’t know…” Patton pauses, his eyes widening, “Oh my goodness, I’m sorry.” Virgil tilts his head. 

“What for?”

“For dumping all that on you. I mean, we hardly know each other. It was rude of me.” 

“Nah, man, you’re good. I was just talking about my parents, there’s no reason to apologize. And I should know, I’m kind of the king of apologizing for shit I didn’t do.” Patton cracks a small smile at that, and Virgil swells with a pit too much pride. “My point is, you didn’t overshare, or anything. We’re just having a conversation, you’re good, I promise.” Patton looks relieved. 

“Thanks, Virgil. You’re really nice.” Virgil’s heart can’t help but soar a little bit at that. Sometimes, he’s convinced he’s a massive asshole, despite his friends insisting that it isn’t. but it’s really nice to know that Patton thinks he’s nice.

“No prob, Pat. You’re nice too.”

“Well then, I’m glad we were able to break the nice,” Patton says, earning a half-hearted groan. “I’ve kinda wanted to talk to you for a while, actually.” Virgil’s heart skips a beat. 

“R-really? Why?”

“Because,” Patton says with a smile, “You always seemed so interesting. Mentioning your Pin was, uh, kind of just an excuse to talk to you,” Patton admits and, holy shit, is he flirting?! Virgil can’t tell, but sirens are going off in his head regardless. 

“I – uh,” Virgil bites his tongue, trying to come up with a dignified response of some kind, but failing to do so. “Thanks?” Despite Virgil’s criminal lack of tact, Patton just smiles, a look that quickly disappears when he gets a notification and checks his phone.

“What’s up?” Virgil asks, before realizing it’s hardly his business. He’s known Patton for what? An hour or so now – oh my god, Patton’s been talking to him for over an hour – and that doesn’t give Virgil the authority to inquire upon the barista’s personal life beyond what he’s already been told. Patton shakes his head.

“My cousin Dalilah getting married next week,” Patton explains, despite Virgil’s hesitation, “She’s one of the only family members who I’m really close to; she’s such a sweetheart.”

“Then what’s wrong?” 

“My mom and dad are going to be at the wedding,” Patton sighs, “And I don’t have a date. If I show up without some guy on my arm, I know they’re just gonna assume that the crisis is over, and they can set me up with the next available girl. They already think me being gay is a phase, this is all the reason they need to think the phase is over.” A sad look flickers in Patton’s eyes and instantly, all logic or uncertainty that Virgil’s clinging to goes out the window.

“What if I was your date?” Patton’s eyes go as wide as saucers and, oh shit, he really just said that aloud.

“W-what?”

“L-like a fake date,” Virgil backpedals, his heart rate spiking in a matter of seconds, “So t-that your parents aren’t dicks to you. Or at least, are less of dicks.” 

For a moment, Virgil almost dares to think that the explanation made Patton look kinda… disappointed? Not that it would make much sense, it’s not like he’d actually want Virgil to be his date. 

“Virgil you… you can’t be serious.”

“Well, why not?” Virgil asks, knowing he’s most probably going to regret this later, “You’re a cool guy who’s in a shitty situation. Your parents are going to be relentless to you, and I don’t like the idea of that, so… why don’t I make things a little easier for you?” Virgil says, impressed he gets through it without feeling as anxious as he had a few moments ago. 

“I couldn’t ask you to do that,” Patton mumbles guiltily, his eyes cast on the table, “I wouldn’t want you to sacrifice your weekend just for me.” 

“Pat, I was just gonna aimlessly scroll through Tumblr till two in the morning and watch shitty TV. And– erm– being your fake date sounds a lot more interesting to me.” (Not to mention nerve-racking!) Patton meets Virgil’s gaze once more, relief etched into his features.

“You’d really be willing to do this?” Patton asks, “You don’t need to, you know.”

“I want to,” Virgil assures. “So, what do you say?” Patton thinks for a moment before that beautiful smile spreads across his face anew.

“That sounds perfect! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” Patton says, standing up from his chair and throwing his arms around the emo, “You’re a lifesaver, Virgil!” Virgil stiffens in the awkward embrace, before accepting it to the best of his ability, trying not to freak out because Patton fucking Hart is hugging him! 

“Sure thing, Pat.” 

After that, arrangements are made. As it turns out, Patton isn’t the biggest fan of lying, hates it, honestly, which makes things a little trickier. But a compromise is come to that they met each other in the Coffee shop, which was true and had been on a few dates prior to the wedding. While that wasn’t technically true (God does Virgil wish it was) they do spend several days throughout the week hanging out and getting to know one another. And within those few days, Virgil’s infatuation with Patton inflames to a full-on crush which is just great.

Getting better acquainted with him, Virgil finds himself quickly getting used to Patton’s bubbly personality. He’s eager to pet every dog he comes into contact with, he enjoys baking quite a bit, though he’s not great at it, he’s adorably awkward in the best ways and he’s one of the kindest, most genuine people Virgil’s ever met. 

Usually, Virgil’s so well-guarded, but with Patton, he’s opening up quicker and more willingly than he has in such a long time. Patton listens with such compassion, and while Virgil’s really happy to have the other friends that he does, he’s never met someone as sweet as Patton is. It’s almost a little overwhelming at times, how caring he is. 

Before they know it, the day is upon them. Virgil gets a rental suite while trying not to swoon at Patton in his sky-blue tux, because really, how is it legal for him to look that cute?

Patton grabs his hand the moment they walk into the venue, sending Virgil a careful glance and squeezing his hand just slightly.

“This okay?” He whispers, ever the compassionate one, and Virgil nods.

“Yeah, ‘s okay.” Virgil can’t recall the last time someone held his hand, and he certainly can’t remember the number of times he’s imagined Patton holding his hand, prior to them even being friends. 

They take their seats, and the ceremony proceeds as usual. It’s beautiful, not that Virgil is paying too much attention, distracted by Patton’s nervous glances toward an older couple that must be his folks.

“Hey, are you alright?” Virgil asks quietly. Patton forces a smile, his eyes trained on his cousin and her fiancé.

“Yeah, I’m – I’m fine,” – he doesn’t sound fine –, “It’s just…” Patton trails off, his gaze flickering back to his parents for a moment. Virgil places his hand over Patton’s, who’s trembling is noticeable immediately. Carefully, Virgil runs his thumb over Patton’s knuckles in an even, circular motion. Luckily, it seems to calm Patton down to a degree, and he doesn’t take his eyes off of Dalilah for the rest of the ceremony. 

However, almost immediately upon the afterparty starting, they’re cornered by Mr. and Mrs. Hart.

“Patton, you didn’t come and say hello,” his mother scolds. 

“Well, there were a lot of people,” Patton says nervously, “I figured we’d –.”

“Who’s this?” Patton’s father interrupts, gesturing to Virgil standing beside him.

“Virgil Storme,” Virgil says as calmly as he’s able, extending a hand for the father to shake. Mr. Hart’s hand remains rigid at his side. “I’m Patton’s boyfriend. It’s nice to meet you.” 

Virgil can’t help but notice as anxiety wells up inside of him because, fuck, they’d never said they were going to call each other boyfriend’s, just that they’d been on a few dates, but Mr. Hart had such a smug look and he couldn’t help it. Despite his raging internal monologue, Patton plants a hand onto the small of his back, lips curling into a smile.

“That’s right,” Patton says, “Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend.” 

The look of slackened shock on their faces would be priceless, weren’t it for the fact that these are still Patton’s parents, individuals who’ve had a direct influence on him throughout the entirety of his life.

“You’ve never – you’ve never mentioned a boyfriend before,” Patton’s mother says, glaring at her son. 

“And certainly not one who looks like some kind of a hooligan,” Mr. Hart grits, gesturing to Virgil’s dyed purple hair and pierced ears. Virgil intends to let the insult go, as it would only cause more trouble to confront it, but Patton has other ideas.

“Hey, you have no right to talk like that about Virgil,” Patton says, an edge to his voice that Virgil had yet to hear until now. Virgil grips for Patton’s hand, lacing their fingers together and giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“How long has this been going on, sweetie?” Mrs. Hart chimes in, though it’s unclear if she’s referring to Virgil himself, or Patton’s sexuality as a whole. Either way, it’s a poor choice of words.

“My whole life, mom,” Patton spits, a venomous tone that would surely be louder if they weren’t at a wedding, “I’ve been gay my whole life, and nothing is going to change that.”

“But –.”

“But, nothing,” Patton interrupts boldly, “I’m not having this conversation, not again. If you can’t accept the fact that I’m never going to end up with ‘some nice girl,’ and that Virgil is absolutely wonderful, then we haven’t got anything to talk about.”

The words are a slap across Mr. and Mrs. Hart's face, who reel back in shock. 

“Patton, son –.”

“Goodbye,” Patton says, realizing it might very well be the last time he says it. He begins walking out of the reception and Virgil follows close behind. They make it outside, and luckily there’s no one else around.

“Pat… are you okay?” Virgil asks, reaching out to touch Patton’s shoulder.

“I’m done, Virgil. I’m done being gentle for them, I’m done pretending. It’s not worth it.” Pride wells in Virgil, even though he’s known Patton a little less than a week. 

“Well, then, I can tell you that was amazing! You kicked ass, Patton! Did you see the stupid look on their faces? They were so –.” Virgil is quickly interrupted when Patton’s lips collide against his, fingers gripping his lapels. Virgil needs a second to adjust and realize this is actually happening before he kisses back just as fervidly, his hands threading in Patton’s curls that are soft to the touch, just as he’d always imagined. 

“We’re – we’re not still pretending, right?” Virgil asks dumbly, and Patton shakes his head with a laugh, light, and airy.

“No, no of course not. Unless… you want it to be pretend?” 

“No! God, n-no! You’re amazing, Pat, you’re so kind, and soft and good and cute and… oh god, I’m rambling.” Patton giggles again, and Virgil decides it’s one of the best sounds he’s had the pleasure of hearing. 

“It’s cute.” 

“You’re cuter.”

“No, you are.”

The never-ending debacle of who is cuter is decidedly ended when their lips meet again, and Virgil’s positive this outweighs anything fantasy had to offer.

In the end, Patton hasn’t told a lie. Virgil is his boyfriend, even if they didn’t start the day out that way. The two walk back into the venue, hand-in-hand, watching as the Hart’s avert their eyes and Patton happily introduces Virgil to the family and friends who matter. 

Virgil’s never been so glad he walked into that coffee shop.

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Taglist:

@nadiestar

@unoriginalgayboyalex 

@maryann-draws

Please let me know if you wanna be added to my general taglist! I’d be happy to add folks!

#moxiety #romantic moxiety #human au #Virgil Sanders #Patton Sanders #fake dating #technically coffee shop au #I mean Pat's a barista #TW homophobia #TW homophobic parents #fluff #lotsa fluff #angst/fluff #Virgil's got it baaad #this was a fun one #request #exhaustedfander writes #exhaustedfander

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GROUP CHAT || SUPERFAM + CASSIE

WHO: Jon Kent, Cassie Sandsmark ( @demiwxnder​ ), Conner Kent ( @kxnel​ ), Clark Kent ( @lastsxn​ ), Kara Danvers ( @maidenxfmight​ ). Mentions: Erik Lehnsherr, Bruce Wayne, Lois Lane. 

WARNINGS: Mentions events of Red!K/drugging of Kara with the red kryptonite. Kon and Cassie both love to swear! plus Clark being a Bad Dad. Vague mention of sex, oops. 

SUMMARY: What started out as teasing Jon turned to Clark revealing something about Kon that had the entire group chat questioning his intentions. 

Cassie: how long until the baby finally decides to stop hiding behind mom and dad and comes home do we think?? just curious

Conner: not for another week at least 🙄

Jon: 😐 thanks.

Conner: tell me i'm wrong 

Cassie: you know he's not!

Jon: maybe i want to avoid you two being GROSS

Conner: avoiding grossness by going to the farm? yeah, okay.

Jon: didn't ask for your opinion, especially from you two.

Cassie: yikes.

Kara: let him have kansas

Conner: I don't want Kansas anyway so there

Cassie: we're having a great time in nyc so we'll pass.

Jon: 'we'

Conner: the best time. in every room 🙂

Jon: EW.

Conner: lol

Kara: oh gross

Cassie: 😉 don't get snarky and we won't overshare!

Conner: he never learns :pensive:

Jon: i hate this.

Clark: Jonathan stop adding me to chats.

Jon: i'm innocent!

Cassie: oh ew.

Conner: whyyyyyy

Clark: If having Jon at your apartment is such an inconvenience I'm sure something else could be arranged, Conner.

Cassie: so you do know how to acknowledge him? fascinating.

Conner: Jesus, that's not what I even meant [UNSENT] whatever.

Jon: he didn't mean it like that, dad.

Clark: We'll be speaking about this later.

Jon: great. [UNSENT]

Kara: they're brothers, this is pretty par for the course for them. i promise they’re fine, kal

Conner: You know I'm pretty sure even Batman can go two sentences without ruining a conversation, Supes.

Clark: sure, brothers.

Cassie: they are brothers, but whatever makes you feel better about never acknowledging your other kid.

Clark: I have a name, Conner.

Conner: Cass, it's fine.

Cassie: it's not, but i'll back down if that's what you want.

Clark: Conner, now that I have you would you mind telling me why Magneto seems to be so fond of you?

Cassie: ...what is he talking about, kon?

Conner: oh fuck off, Clark.

Jon: uh oh

Clark: Language!

Conner: fuck you. Don't tell me what to do.

Cassie: kon-el, what is he talking about?

Clark: I cannot believe you continue to live with this... disrespectful hooligan!

Jon: dad. breathe. he's my brother, this is pretty par the course.

Conner is OFFLINE

Kara: he's family you would do well to remember what family is kal-el

Cassie: fuck you, clark. i hope you realize how shitty of a dad you are. if you can even be called that for your blatant favoritism of your only 'actual' kid. actually. do you even pay attention to anyone outside him and your wife? probably not, huh.

Clark: That boy has been speaking with the man who just caused you to take part in a terrorist plot.

Cassie is OFFLINE

Kara: and i'll be talking with /him/ about that maybe this is a good time for everyone to step back and take a breath

Jon: yeah.

Clark: He's more Luthor than Kent, Kara, there's no changing that.

Jon: how? how is he? what proof is there of that?

Kara: do you know him? really know him?

Jon: do you think batman would even let him get near one of his robins if he was? i mean, seriously.

Clark: Other than the fact that Magneto seems to think they've forged some sort of kinship? You just saw how flighty he got, don't be naïve, son. I know enough.

Jon: you accused him of colluding with a terrorist. i think i'd be flighty too if you accused me of that. i'm not naive.

Clark: He knows he's a Kent. Now where else could he find that out, Jon?

Kara: sometimes it's good to /ask/ first. if you'd spend some time getting to know [us–DELETED] him, maybe you'd know when something is off. why don't you try talking to him? without attacking him.

Clark: I handled Lex with kid gloves and it nearly cost me everything. I'm not letting that happen again.

Clark is OFFLINE

Jon: he's not lex!

Kara: kon isn't lex

Jon: great.

Kara: okay then

Conner is ONLINE

Conner: is he gone?

Jon: yes.

Conner: dude, he sucks

Cassie is ONLINE

Cassie: are you going to explain then?

Kara: he's gone, but can we still talk about this magneto thing?

Conner: it's not like what he made it seem like.

Kara: i'm asking, not accusing, i promise

Cassie: excuse me for being worried when you've been disappearing constantly lately. [UNSENT] we just want you to explain we're not accusing like kara said.

Conner: just like, during the siege I went to Stark tower and told him to fuck off and then we might've like met for coffee or whatever. it was nothing

Cassie: why the fuck are you meeting him for coffee?

Conner: Look, what he did was wrong but he has shed light on a ton of stuff. He asked to meet, I said fine and we had coffee. That was it.

Jon: on /what/, conner?

Kara: 'wrong' is an understatement–[DELETED] he /drugged/ me–[DELETED] can we talk? in person?

Cassie: why didn't you tell me?

Conner: Depends, will you lie? I didn't want you to worry over nothing

Cassie: this seems more than nothing. since when do you keep things from me?

Jon: are you being careful at least?

Kara: no, i promise honesty

Conner: I'm not keeping things from you! You just never asked. yeah, I mean obviously, or I'd be dead, right?

Cassie: how am i supposed to know to ask about you getting coffee with magneto, kon-el?!

Conner: I don't know how you want me to answer that

Cassie: because you know any answers you have are shitty. whatever, kon.

Conner: Kara, I'll just... come to you I guess.

Cassie is OFFLINE

Conner: Goddammit. Tell your dad to stay the fuck out of my life, Jon.

Jon: sorry, conner. i'm sure she'll...be less angry in the morning? maybe. she's angry all the time, so i don't know

Conner: heh, yeah. Well it's not your fault. You obviously got more of your mom's genes. 🙄

Jon: i'll tell her you say hi?

Conner: says a lot about me, huh? [UNSENT] yeah. Thanks, Jon.

Jon: good luck, dude. on both fronts.

Conner is OFFLINE

#int: text #text: conner kent #text: kara danvers #text: cassie sandsmark #text: clark kent #int: conner kent #int: kara danvers #int: cassie sandsmark #int: clark kent #conner kent: 005 #kara danvers: 003 #cassie sandsmark: 001 #clark kent: 002 #kxnel #maidenxfmight #demiwxnder #lastsxn

[shyeehaw]

RDR - Awkward s/o

Request: Can you write some headcanons with Sean, Arthur, Kieran, Lenny, Javier, John, Charles and Dutch (hope that's not too much lol) having an awkward s/o?

Sean

Before meeting him, you thought no one would ever get you.

You were used to sympathy giggles, but Sean? He actually finds you funny!

And if you start laughing at inappropriate times, guess who will join you?

Also, sometimes you will just panic and start to giggle. Without any reason to.

“Y/N, when was the last time you made a donation to the box?”, Ms. Grimshaw asks.

And then you giggle, trying to hide it only makes it worse.

So Sean will save you, with his smoothness.

“Ms. Grimshaw! I was forgetting to give me share, but yer reminder is always on time! Let me tell ya how I got this and-“

There was this unspoken rule that everyone seemed to know about, but you.

It’s like at birth they got a book called “things not to do” and memorized it... You? You didn’t even know there was a book until it was too late.

Sean was not bothered by how you always seemed to have a quirky subject to talk about.

Or if your compliments sounded way weirder than they intended to.

“You have nice hands.”, you said once, admiring how slim and long were his fingers, but not actually explaining what made you think of that.

Karen snorted and even Uncle was puzzled by your weird ways.

But not Sean, he just gave you the biggest smile, happy to have anything complimented.

“Thanks! so do you, Y/N.”

You two make a pretty funny duo, you may say something awkward and Sean will turn into a joke.

And once he starts oversharing, telling the story of his life and mentioning his “da”, you do too!

Happy to have someone that will actually listen this time.

Arthur

“What a handsome man...”, you thought once you laid eyes on him.

That same night, around the fire, Arthur came to talk to you.

“It’s nice to meet you! I’m Y/N”, you said offering your hand for a handshake.

“I know... I was here last week remember?”, he said, laughing a bit.

“Oh! Yes! Right! I was only joking...”, you said, convincing a total amount of 0 (zero!) people.

But Arthur did not gave up on you, not on that occasion or in the many others that you were probably astonishing him with your oddness.

People may call you awkward, but to Arthur the things you do are unique.

And he loves your uniqueness.

It’s intriguing to him how differently you react than others.

He is a worried boyfriend, always protecting you from people’s mean reactions.

Won’t admit anyone making fun of you. And honestly? People will take one look at his frown and know better.

He will try to save the conversation when you ask him to help with your eyes.

In fact, you two now share a whole dialogue just with glances, it’s pretty handy.

You asked him to stop you before you can embarrass yourself.

But his soft spot for you makes it so hard to do so.

Kieran

It all started by observing Kieran, like a lion does to it’s prey.

You would watch him trying to bond with others and, usually, being unable to say the right things...

Ss you watched him do that, only one thought crossed your mind. “Yup! That’s me! I gotta talk to him!”

You would sit beside him and attempt to start a conversation.

“Hi, I’ve noticed you are uncomfortable around them...”, you said, looking for any response.

Getting none but a bug-eyed expression, you added: “I am too!”

Ever since you two started being a thing, it was much easier to say things without the fear of being judged.

Kieran even got a little bit more confident.

Together, you two make a pretty awkward couple, but at least you are not alone anymore.

Lenny

Lenny almost makes you forget about your social ineptitude.

You feel so insecure about it that you rarely try to interact with others and when you do...

You always end up saying the wrong things.

But Lenny doesn’t mind, he finds it cute even.

He will give you a confidence boost by saying that if people don’t get you is their loss

When you get stuck on your thoughts, brooding over why did you say such weird things, Lenny will gently bring you back to the present.

“They’ll probably forget about it, Y/N. It was not that bad.”

He has this magical way of always being able to comfort you.

Most of all, Lenny accepts you from who you are

Javier

You never know when people expect you to hug them or not.

So after a long trip, when Javier arrived at camp and waved, you got up and went for a big hug.

It’s safe to say he was not expecting it, given that you two only talked a few times.

When someone waves at you, it’s not expected to greet them back?

“I had no idea they were a thing.”, you heard Tilly whispering to Mary-Beth.

Oh no. What have you done?

But it was such a spontaneous hug, Javier didn’t mind. He was actually glad to be greeted like that.

You have no idea how, but it seemed that he actually liked you.

He said the first thing he noticed about you was your... odd fashion sense.

Javier admires you for your originality, you have no shame on being your weird self. He loves that.

Somehow, he asked you in a date. A fishing trip as an excuse to get out of camp. Just the two of you.

That means a lot of time alone, and much time to embarrassing things to happen.

Like falling in the water. Good thing you know how to laugh at yourself.

Well, it was not a date exactly, you found it out later. When you filled the silence with a kiss and he had a surprised look on his face.

“You are wild Y/N, I love that about you.”

He will shower you with compliments.

And how is one supposed to answer to that?

“Your smile, mi amor, és hermoso”

“I... uh. Thanks? I like to smile, so I’m glad you... like it?”

Ugh, way to ruin the mood.

But he founds it adorable, in fact, your guess is that he does that on purpose, just to see you all worked up about it.

His compliments are genuine, so after the initial awkwardness of receiving it, you feel pretty good about it.

John

John has that tough way of his, but deep down he is so head over heels about you. That tiny detail doesn’t bother him.

It seems like every time he’s around, embarrassing things are prone to happen.

That might be because you are nervous when John is watching you, which only leads to disastrous comments by you.

You thought it would be a good idea to tell him a joke, and oh god, he was so invested in it.

Halfway through you realized you didn’t know how it ended. No big deal, right? You just make up a new ending.

You could tell that his smile was forced, but you appreciated the effort.

“Look, Y/N, I ain’t gonna lie, you are very odd.”, he said, causing you to abandon all hope, “But I like you. Very much.”

It was the most sincere declaration, there was no walking around the fact that you were a bit of a social disaster.

Being in a relationship with John, took him time to get used to your weird conversation topics.

Like the time you helped Pearson chop vegetables, and he thanked you.

You were about to say “no problem” but it got mixed with “you’re welcome”.

It came out as “your problem”, you could swear you saw John shaking his head from where he was standing.

He loves you still, even when you say things that get him embarrassed on your behalf.

Charles

There are no awkward silences with Charles.

You know he appreciates not having small talks, so you don’t feel compelled to fill the silence with nonsense.

It’s much easier when the other person is not expecting to talk all the time. 

Charles is so calm and nice with you it almost makes you act like that as well. Almost. 

There’s no changing you from your clumsiness.

When you two were hunting together, Charles saved you from falling flat on your face after you tripped into a root. It could have been romantic if you hadn’t ruined the moment by commenting on how that always happened to you.

“No, not the part of being saved! That never happened before! I mean, why can’t I just walk without tripping on things? I’m sorry, I’m being a chatterbox, right? I’ve seen you talking to Uncle and I know you don't-“

“Y/N, it’s fine. I’m just glad you are alright.”

“I am... thanks to you.”, you said, measuring your words for once.

Charles has this thing which makes him like the role of protector. So a clumsy s/o is a perfect fit. 

He is not bothered at all by your peculiar interactions with others. 

Charles doesn’t feel the need to connect with the others. So if you find it embarrassing, he probably doesn’t think much of it, assuring you it’s fine.

You don’t mind getting teased, but you do hope people think twice before doing it in front of him.

He likes you for you, and awkwardness won’t change that.

Dutch

He is the closest thing you get of a “boss”.

So, of course, he makes you nervous!

When asked to come to his tent and listen about a job, you are unable to concentrate.

You have to remind yourself to maintain eye contact, or else you might seem rude.

“Get that, Y/N? It’s an easy in and out situation. No hostages.”

You nod, trying to recall a word he said before that.

“I’m terribly sorry Dutch. But I was trying to look you in the eye, and I focused so much in that... I didn’t heard a word you said.”

He appears surprised at first, probably no one dared to be this upfront with him before.

“Well, you do have nice eyes, Y/N”

INSTANT BLUSH!

You two orbit around each other, sharing glances that leave your legs feeling like butter.

You can’t describe how embarrassed you were when Dutch went to give you a hug and you offered a handshake.

He just laughed it off and asked what it would be.

It was such a simple gesture and yet made you feel much better.

He is a charmer, so he never fails to give you compliments.

“You look good today”

“Nice! Thanks!”

Let’s just establish that compliments make your awkwardness go through the roof. Like, what are you supposed to do?

Dating you is thrilling. At any time you can say something weird.

He admires how you don’t seem to have a filter, you just say whatever it feels right.

And honesty is a very important topic for Dutch.

Setting up a whole mood and taking you to Saint Denis on a date, Dutch professes his love for you.

It was too unexpected, a wave of feelings got ahold of you.

“I think I love you too”, was the only thing that you were able to say.

“You think?”, he said, raising his brow, “Then I’ll have to make you sure of it.”

It’s no secret that he loves to dance, his phonograph it’s the second thing he cherishes the most.

And you hate that damned thing because you have two left feet.

Your moves lack grace, and you can feel everyone looking at your poor excuse of a dance.

But it’s so worth it, to slowly sway along him.

He loves to dance with you, even if it means bruised feet the day after.

#arthur morgan #arthur x reader #sean macguire #sean x reader #kieran duffy #kieran duffy x reader #lenny summers #lenny summers x reader #javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #charles smith #charles x reader #dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde x reader #john marston #john marston x reader #rdr2 headcanons #writing requests <3

[pudding-head-kenma]

🥨 hi! i really love your blog? could i get a matchup (w/ a male) please? I’m 5’5”, have brown hair/eyes, and glasses! I’m really shy around new people, but once I’m comfortable be ready for me to overshare and joke around to no end lol! I’m def a mom friend, I will do anything for my friends! I get startled super easily, and I hate scary movies. I love love LOVE physical affection, I’m always hugging my friends or playing with their hair, etc. (1/2)

🥨 (2/2) I tend to take things a little too literally, which annoys my fam to no end haha! I love to read, sing, and draw— and i did theatre for a while too! I really love the vintage aesthetic! I’m studying poli sci currently, but I also love history! I also love to watch volleyball! Thank you so much!!

Hello! Thank you so much, I hope you enjoy~

✿ 𝒦𝑜𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾 𝒮𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒶 ✿

⇻ Mom/dad friends share a chemistry that is unmatched by any other pairings and this is the perfect example of that

⇻ He’s the perfect person for you to get closer to, because he’s very gentle with boundaries with new people

⇻ Like he won’t push you and be automatically playful (and lowkey teasing even though he plays the nice guy oop) at first

⇻ He’ll understand you’re shy and be as kind as he can to help you feel comfortable around him

⇻ The more you start coming out of your shell, the more he’ll do that as well. With this, I don’t mean he’d fake his personality, he’d just be more gentle around you because he understands 

⇻ Once you’re all fun and games so is he, like honestly you two being the mom friend but also lowkey bullying your “kids” (like, the friends you take care of)

⇻ It’s probably a really funny dynamic not even kidding

⇻ Affection king, literally will not hesitate to cling to you at any given time

⇻ You give him one (1) glance and he’s like Oh what’s this an invitation for a back hug? Oh no!!! and then clings to you for 2 hours

⇻ Probably gets pouty when you take things too literally but he finds it lowkey cute even if he won’t admit it

⇻ Sing to him he’ll literally be on the verge of tears, he’s literally your biggest supporter he always asks you to sing

⇻ He’ll be the type to call you at night before going to bed because he has a big event the next day and asking you to sing him so he’ll have a good rest and wake up energised

⇻ And then calls again in the morning for you to sing for good luck

⇻ He’s happy you like to watch volleyball so he INSISTS you go to his practise/his games

⇻ Forces you to watch scary movies just as an excuse to have you jumpy and clingy to him

⇻ “I didn’t know it was a horror movie!!!” and like the movie is named Scary Massacre: The Jumpscare Edition

⇻ Reading dates READING DATES. You’re both silent for a few hours, leaning gently against each other, with a cup of a warm drink next to you as you just read your respective books and it’s one of his favourite moments

⇻ It’s so relaxing

⇻ Will interrupt your reading to steal a few kisses that’s mandatory it’s like reading date rules I’m sorry

⇻ Just honestly?? Couple goals?? Literally the sweethearts everyone knows who you two are

⇻ Please adopt me I would really appreciate it

#matchups #🥨 anon

[jungshookz]

*kicks open door* kiNDERGARTEN TEACHER!TAEHYUNG THAT HAS A FAT CRUSH ON THE HOT SINGLE MOM HE SEES WHEN SHE COMES TO PICK UP HER CUTEASS KID

→ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

→ genre: kindergartenteacher!taeHYUNG aka THE FLUFFIEST FLUFF like i don’t think i’ve ever felt so SOFT in my entire life great googly moogly please prepare yourselves 

→ wordcount: 3.3k

(gif isn’t mine!)

“shit shit shit shIt shit” you curse to yourself as you vEEr right into the first parking spot you see

you immediately crank the brake and unbuckle your seatbelt

“i was going to park there, asshole!” you hop out of the car to see an angry looking mother glaring at you from her minivan and you give her a sheepish smile

“i’m sorry!!!! my kid just got off from class and i can’t be late because i need to drive her to ballet and-“ you’re definitely oversharing with this stranger and she obviously doesn’t care because she rolls her eyes and flips you off before zoOming off to find another parking spot

soccer moms are so aggressive

you double check that you have everything with you and you fish your parent lanyard out of your backpack and sling it around your neck quickly as you approach the front doors

you thought that once you became a mother you would instantly become more responsible more organised more matuRe

obviously you were mistAken because you’re still late to almost everything you go to

some things never change!!!!

you hurry your way down the hallway and pick up the pace when you see the swarm of parents standing outside the classroom

as you approach the crowd you get up on your tip-toes to see if emma’s been excused yet

you accidentally bump into a couple and a bit of your coffee splashes onto their shoulders and they turn around and give you a dirty look

“oh, sorry!!!! ….fridays, am i right?” you joke and they both scowl before shuffling to stand somewhere else

oof

tough crowd

none of the parents here like u that much

which is a real shame because you think you make greAt company

you’re just,.,, there’s a big age gap between u and most of the parents here

you’re one of the younger parents in the class

actually you might be the youngest

min yoongi and his wife (you forgot her name whoOps) are pretty young but they’re still a couple years older than you

and side note their daughter is adoraBle

emma is actually friends with hwayoung so you talk to yoongi sometimes

it’s nice to talk to someone who’s around your age

he’s just veRy businessman-y so it’s difficult to joke around with him

but he’s still a nice guy!!

speaking of yoongi and hwayoung

a bright smile makes its way onto your face when you see yoongi nudging hwayoung through the crowd of people before grabbing onto her small hand

“yoongi!” yoongi looks up and he smiles politely

he’s still dressed all spic and span in his suit from work

“ah! good afternoon, y/n. hwayoung, say good afternoon to auntie.” he hums before bending down to zip up her backpack that’s just wiDe open

relatable

“good afternoon, auntie!!” she looks up at you with bright eyes

she’s sO CuTE

“hi, hwayoung-ie!” you bend down and pinch her cheek before reaching into the pocket of your coat and fishing out a little caramel “don’t tell your dad,” you joke and yoongi snorts in response

“thank u!!!!!” she snaTches it immediately and you coo before pinching her cheek again

you get back up onto your feet “you guys on your way home now?”

“mhm. is emma still available for a playdate this sunday?” yoongi swoops hwayoung off her feet and props her up onto his hip and she immediately rests her head against his shoulder

“affirmative, sir.” you salute and yoongi rolls his eyes playfully “i-“

“emma y/l/n?” you perk up when you hear emma’s name being called

“yeah, we’ll see you sunday! have a nice night!” you turn to squeeze your way into the crowd and once you make your way to the front your heart immediately starts going boom-boom because

it’s taehyung

emma’s teacher

kim taehyung is uh

whOo

putting it simply he is a very attractive man and he’s only a couple months older than you so like you’re preTTY sure this is god’s way of telling you it’s meant to be

the only time you’ve really talk to him is during the parent-teacher conference and even theN you can barely get a word in because emma’s a little chatterbox (one time she almost let it slip that ‘mommy dressed extra pretty for you!’ and you were literally about to pounce on your child in the middle of a classroom)

he’s really sweet n nice and when he smiles that boxY grin you can’t help but smile aNd he’s endearingly dorky and super charming aND funny and he’s so good with the kids and OH my god his voice is like..,., silky smooth dark chocolate.,,.,. rich caramel.,, that u want to driZZLE all over your BODY

okay no R-rated thoughts when there are children present don’t be weird

since he’s your kid’s teacher so you’re not sure if that’s even allowed

the whole parents dating teachers thing

anyways

he looks so soft today

he’s wearing a crisp button up with a pair of jeans

he obviously let the kids mess with his hair because he has a little sproUT in his hair

and you’re pretty sure you have a glasses kink because you’ve never felt this way when seeing someone with their glasses sitting on the top of their head

“hi, yeah, that’s me- i mean, that’s not me, but that’s my child- you know what i mean” you blow a strand of hair away from your face before adjusting your backpack with a sheepish grin

woW what the hell was that lol  

taehyung presses his lips together to keep himself from bursting into chuckles

you’re so awkward sometimes but he supposes that’s just part of your charm

he wants to tell you you look real cute in your periwinkle sweater

and it’s endearing how the laces on your converse shoes are undone

no doubt from your frantic running down the hallway (he notices everything)

but of course he has to keep it professional because you are the parent of one of his students it doesn’t matTer that you’re the same age as him and that he’s very very very veRY attracted to you

“hi miss y/l/n.” taehyung smiles kindly before ticking next to your name on the clipboard “emma’ll be ready in a minute! we did finger-painting today so the kids are taking a little longer to wash up. how was your day?” he suddenly remembers the little ponYTAIL in his hair and he yanks the hair tie off quickly

“oh, y’know, the usual. i don’t know why i thought it’d be a good idea to keep studying after four whole years of studying.” you snort before pulling your own hair tie from your ponytail and letting your hair down

“i admire that! education is important.” taehyung hums

your hair looks so soft

it probably smells good too

o god he’s being creepy stop being creepy

“i suppose you’re right. what else happened…uh… had a really good caramel macchiato and a mediocre turkey sandwich for lunch-“  

“mommy!” you snap out of your little trance when emma suddenly ziPs out of the classroom

her little backpack bounces against her back

“hi baby!” you grin and swoOp down to scoop her up into your arms

you smoosh kisses against her chubby cheek while she giggles away before you plop her back down onto the ground

it takes everything within taehyung not to mELT into the ground because even tho he sees you do that basically every day it never fails to turn him into a pile of mush IT’S SO CUTE

“we finger-painted today!” she cheers and holds her paper up for you to look at

“yeah, mr kim was just telling me-“

“that’s me, n that’s you, n that’s mr. kim!” she grins and points to the third figure in the painting and almost immediately bOTH yours and tae’s faces go bright red

you think you might actually be on fire right now (even tho this isn’t the first time this has hAPPENeD) ((ur referring to the time the class made play-doh people and emma made one of you and one of tae and the play-doh versions of you two are holding hands))

“oh! that’s, heh, uh, that’s nice! that’s so good, you did a good job, baby” you clear your throat and your eyes flicker over to taehyung

he tilts his head and offers you a meek smile

“will you put it up on the fridge when we go home?” she asks as you tuck it into her backpack for her before ziPping her bag up

“mhm…” you get back up onto your feet and dust your knees off “say g’bye to mr. kim”

“bye mr. kim!” emma turns around and hugs his legs

her face is like on the same level as his knees so he’s basically kneeing her and are u an awful mother if you kinda laughed at that

“goodbye, sweetheart!” he replies with the same level of enthusiasm as he gets down onto his knees so that he can give her a proper hug and she gives him a sweet lil kiss on the cheek “have a nice weekend, hm?” his eyes flicker up to you and you feel your heart skip a beat 

emma pulls away from him and skips over to you 

“oh, and don’t forget to tie your laces, emma.” taehyung hums as he gets back up onto his feet 

you look down because you remember putting emma in slip-on converse this morning not- 

“he means you, mama.” emma not-so-subtly whispers and you look down at your undone laces before looking back up at taehyung who’s looking very amused at the moment 

there it is again 

that fuzzy feeling in your stuPid heart 

u know what you have to get over it because it’s never going to happen 

you’re an adult 

you can get over it fine 

you’ll be finE 

this is just a silly little crush

“how do you feel about spaghetti and garlic bread for dinner?” you clutch emma’s little hand in yours as you guys make your way down the empty hallway

“yummy! with extra cheese?”

“it wouldn’t be as yummy without the extra cheese… but we obviously have to go to our usual place to get a hot chocolate first…” you’re rambling on and on about hot chocolate but emma isn’t really paying attention

because she has concocted a sneaky plan in that tiny brain of hers

she knows you like mr. kim

and she’s positive mr. kim likes you back

you always get so red around him

and he always gets so red around you

and red is the colour of love

which means that you must love mr. kim and mr. kim must love you

and she’s been trying her hardest to try and get you guys to hold hands or touch butts or whatever it is grown-ups do to prove they love each other

but each time she does something she’s never successful!!!

she tried to tell mr. kim about you dressing extra pretty for him but you smacked a hand over her mouth before she could get it out

she made a play-doh mommy and a play-doh mr. kim and presented them proudly to you and mr. kim and the both of you just laUGHED in hER FACE

do you people think she’s just a SIMPLE F O O L

and she has to admit the painting of you and her and mr. kim is probably one of her weaker moves but it’s better than nothing

and u know what

she just wants you to be happy

because she loves you a lot

and you’re a good mommy

and good mommies deserve to be happy

SO

this next part is all part of her evil plan and she’s positive that this time something will happen

all of her peers (including herself) have their own cubbies in the classroom

emma purposely left her snack box in there so that you’d have a reason to go back

AND she left a little note in there for you and (hopefully) mr. kim to read

emma is your child after all

meaning she’s a very verY clever girl

she just has to wait for the right time.,.,.

and the right time is noW

“mommy, my snack box is still in the classroom!!” emma stops in her tracks and you nod before pointing to the direction of the classroom

“go ahead, go get it”

“but i need to pee.” she squeezes her legs together and makes a face of discomfort “you need to get the snack box, mommy”

“i-“ you look back at the closed door of the classroom “mommy can wait for you to finish peeing and then you can go-“

“no, no, you need to go get it i need to pEE” the next thing you know she’s spRInting towards the washroom and you’re left standing in the middle of the hallway with question marks floating around your head

what in the hickory ham is going on

“gO GET MY SNACK BOX MOMMY” you hear her voice echo from the washroom

“alRIght alright” you snort before turning and heading back to the classroom

you don’t know why you’re suddenly so nervous

you’re retrieving your daughter’s snack box from her super attractive teacher that you definitely have a crush on there’s nothing to be nervous about

hi tae! emma left the ol’ snack box up in here!

whaddup mr. kim! mind if i just pOP right in??

yo Yo yOOoo have u seen a purple box anywhere?? because it belongs to emma and i need it

o god

all of these options are terrible

you need more time to rehearse your lines-

you’re about to reach up to knock on the door when suddenly it swiNgs right open and you stumble back in surprise

“oh shit!” taehyung reaches out and grabs onto your waist before you can fall flat on your aSS and you let out a squeak

in the midst of your almost-fall you’d grabbed onto his bicep and now.,.., he has an arm…, wrapped around your waist.,., while you have one hand on his bicep and one hand curled around the nape of his neck.,,,..,.,

the two of you snap out of your respective trances when you hear a door open down the hallway and you immediately leT GO of each other

also tae was right ur hair does smell really nice

“hi. sorry about that! i was on my way to the washroom and i didn’t know you were outside…” he clears his throat and prays to god he’s not as red as a tomato right now

“no, no! it was my bad, i’m sorry.” you reach up and scratch the back of your neck “i, uh, emma said she left her snack box in here.” you breathe out

“oh, uh, come in! i’ll help you search for it. it’s probably in her cubby. she’s always leaving things in there.” taehyung falls back into his ‘mr. kim’ persona as he leads you towards the cubbies in the back “let’s see… emma… here~” he bends down and you follow suit

oh my go d he even smells good is this aLLOWed

you perk up when you spot emma’s box

“hey, you’re right! here it is-“ you reach in and grab the box but you’re surprise when you notice the piece of paper stuck to the back of it

it’s an A4 piece of paper with a little card stuck to it and a note written in crayon on it

you recognise the card

it’s the business card of that little cafe you take emma to every friday after school

the one that you’re supposed to take her to right noW

‘mommy’s faveriate drink is karomal makkiatoe and mr. kim’s faverieote drink is hot chalklate’

“huh.” both you and tae are kinda just staring at the note

the gears are click-click-clicking away in both your guys’ heads

and then it hits the both of you at the same time

oh.

oh.

taehyung isn’t typically a ballsy guy but like

he’s feeling vEry brave all of a sudden

“can i take you out sometime?” he blurts out and your eyes widen in surprise

oh

well

you certainly weren’t expecting that

the both of you get back up onto your feet and you tuck emma’s box into your backpack

your cheeks flare up and you let out a little chuckle before scratching the back of your neck “i… uh…”

“i mean, don’t feel pressured to say yes just because i’m emma’s teacher!” taehyung stammers “i just, y’know, i don’t want to overstep here but i think you’re a very beautiful woman and-“

“i would love to.” you clear your throat and take your bottom lip in between your teeth “yeah, i would love to. actually, uh- emma and i, we usually go to this cafe every friday - if you’re free right now, maybe you can come and join us?” you rub your slighTLy damp hands on the back of your jeans and taehyung immediately lightS up and nods quickly

“i would love that. yeah, just… just gimme a second to clean up real quick! i’ll meet you and emma outside?”

“great! yeah, totally. she’s just.. she’s peeing right now so i should probably go check and see that she hasn’t flushed herself down the toilet or anything” you joke as you make your way towards the door and tae splits off to head to his desk “i’ll see you outside!”

you shut the door behind you and you have to quickly press yourself against the wall and you nearly bite your bottom lip off to keep yourself from screaming

your heart is going a million miles an hour and there are butterflies just having a raVE in your stomach

as soon as you leave the room taehyung pumps a fiST into the air in victory because Y E S  HE DID IT

“did you find my box?” emma’s sitting outside the washroom as you approach her and you raise a brow before nodding

“mhm.” she gets up and grabs onto your hand before looking back at the classroom door

huh

did her plan not work

she knows she’s not supposed to say bad words but what the h*ck

she really thought her plan would work!!!!

“mr. kim’s joining us for hot chocolate today, by the way. hope you don’t mind.”  you add casually and a cheshire-cat grin takes over emma’s face

the whole time you and emma and tae are at the cafe emma can’t help but feel proud of herself

you and mr. kim are sitting very vEry close to each other in your booth chatting away while she sits opposite of you two quietly nibbling at a scone and taking small sips of her hot chocolate

S U C C E S S has never tasted so good

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[lookbluesoup]

Nate and Piper’s Fallout

@ronqueesha @viewfromthevault OKAY SINCE YOU LOVELIES AND AN ANON ASKED about the big meltdown between Nate and Piper I will now proceed to overshare thanks! If I didn’t have a gazillion billion other WIPs I’d probably have turned this into a novel by now! Lol I’m not sure if it will ever get polished enough to post online. REGARDLESS it’s important to me and I hope at least a little interesting for you all to hear about xD

THAT BEING SAID I know I have some followers who don’t like spoilers, and if I ever do finish that fic, this wordvomit is gonna be basically the entire outline. SO everything is under the cut! In contrast to most of his story, Nate’s also a bit of an ass here! Keep reading at your own peril! 😱

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Nate realizes he’s in love with Piper the day he breaks into the Institute. Up until that point, finding Shaun took precedence over everything else. Nate had helped the Commonwealth a lot, but he couldn’t really start building a new life for himself while still chasing the old one.

Getting into the Institute was… disorienting, to say the least. Too clean, too organized, too friendly towards him after all the carnage he’s seen on the surface. When Father encourages Nate to stay and help make a better world, and Nate is presented with the idea of possibly having to choose between the Institute or the Commonwealth, it really tips him sideways. He starts to realize that he’s already been laying the foundation for a new beginning. On the surface. With Piper. And Preston. And Curie and Deacon and Nick and the Minutemen and the Railroad.

Father gives Nate the run of the Institute so of course Nate noses into every single nook and cranny. When a particularly friendly scientist greets Nate and conveys their hope that “the Institute can feel like home,” Nate remembers what the Institute has done to the homes of others. They talk to him about how there’s “nothing out there” on the surface. Nate thinks of Piper. Those living under Father dismiss the Commonwealth as just a dying remnant and Nate is surprised by the anger that sentiment inspires in him. The people on the surface are fighting hard to survive. He’s bled and sacrificed beside them. He sees it as arrogance for the Institute to claim having “humanity’s best interest at heart” and yet be so out of touch with humanity.

It’s Piper’s door Nate comes crashing through when he returns to the surface. It’s her advice he seeks out to come to terms with the revelation that Shaun is the Director of the Institute, and that once again, Nate’s sense of reality has been turned on its head.

He goes back and forth for a while. Father tolerates it with the expectation that once Nate gets a feel for the Institute he will make the right choice and join them. Nate has to be very careful to avoid the Watchers, who now have a vested interest in following him around. Desdemona urges Nate to maintain the charade for as long as it takes to liberate the synths. He agrees, and it’s at some point during this back and forth he and Piper come to terms with their feelings for one another.

That’s where it starts. And he and the Railroad are on the same page, 100% - except for Shaun.

Because Shaun is still Nate’s baby. And there is nothing more important to Nate than family. Even when that family is misguided.

He desperately wants to avoid escalating the conflict. After the shock wears off, he gets the idea that it might be possible to work not as a double-agent, but an ambassador between the surface and underground. If given enough time with the Institute, by earning their trust, Nate hopes to bridge the gap and bring about a cease-fire between the factions.

Piper’s initially supportive of the effort. If he can find one, a solution that doesn’t end in bloodshed and dead friends is preferable. They have a brief honeymoon of stolen moments that are carefully concealed from the Institute, for the sake of his cover. They still travel together openly as ‘friends’ and she even accompanies him to the Libertalia (where X6 manages to reclaim Gabriel) and Bunker Hill (where Nate helps the runaway synths escape and claims he was ambushed to protect his cover). So for a while, they’re still working together. And then Nate starts disappearing for longer and longer stretches of time.

Father is increasingly demanding. The ability to relay makes travelling across the Commonwealth with X6 much faster and safer than trekking across no-man’s land from Diamond City or the Castle or anywhere else. Suddenly Piper doesn’t know where he is every day, or what he’s doing, or why. She has faith in him, but the distance hurts.

And the thing is, it’s almost impossible to work and fight and live alongside a group of people without becoming sympathetic towards them in some way, especially for someone as naturally empathetic and cooperative as Nate, and especially in a situation like his where he feels compelled to be loyal at least to his son.

So Nate’s a little too optimistic. Starts making excuses, forgets that just because he might have managed to solve a conflict without violence doesn’t mean the Institute wouldn’t have preferred to choose violence themselves. (i.e. they were going to kidnap Wallace and kill the Minutemen who’d come to defend him, but that’s not an issue because Nate managed to convince Wallace to join the Institute peacefully, first.)

Nate sees a chance for real peace when Father offers him the role of Director. Piper doesn’t. It can’t be that easy when Nate’s still insisting they keep their relationship a secret for fear it might compromise his station and put them in danger. She reserves judgement at Nate’s request. But a whitewashed box underground could never be home to her; there could never be a future for them as a pair. And what else will Nate have to compromise to secure the loyalty of a group of people with such vastly different morals? Will they still take him as Director when the know how he really feels about the synths and the world above ground? If they know he intends to shut down the Retention Bureau and share technology with the Commonwealth? She just can’t see it happening.

He and Piper start arguing. Nate stops telling her about his missions. Stops telling her much of anything.

Rumours start finding their way back to her about the Institute’s meddling. Sometimes they’re violent. Sometimes informants talk about a man who sounds a bit like Nate, but Piper can’t bring herself to believe it. The stories must be exaggerated, or misinformed, because her Blue would never do those things. Not even to protect his cover. When she finally does get the chance to confront him, Nate’s evasive, leading her to believe at least some part of the stories must be true.

This straight up SUCKS for Piper because he’s doing what the others in Diamond City did. Suddenly he doesn’t want to talk, he treats her like she’s nosy. She isn’t his confidant anymore, and even worse she doesn’t know if she can trust him. All of this right after she opened her heart to him. It scares her, and when he only gives her more reasons to suspect he’s siding with the Institute - it makes her angry.

The night he breaks into Travis’s trailer to hack Diamond City radio and pick up reports from McDonough, Nate doesn’t even stop by Publick to tell Piper he’s in town. She crosses paths with him by sheer luck. He tries to wave it away with the excuse of “not wanting to upset her" and when the conversation gets heated, relays away. She’s pissed and pretty damn hurt. She takes all her collected intel and writes up an entire article condemning the “General” for his dereliction of duty, but doesn’t publish it.

After the Institute’s broadcast airs, Nate comes back to apologize. But he continues to insist the secrecy was necessary. And Piper pulls out all the stops. It’s gone too far. She doesn’t know what side he’s on. People are getting hurt, and he hardly seems to care anymore. Nate fails to realize what thin ice he’s on at first. (there IS an old draft of that fight here on my ao3!)

It gets heated, Nate tries to use protecting Piper as an excuse, which she will have absolutely none of, and then Nate takes a shot at her paper and tries to end the fight by insisting she just isn’t able to understand. Which he realizes, immediately, is a step too far. But the damage is already done. Piper compares Nate to Kellogg, and honestly stabbing him probably would have hurt less, kicks him out of her house, and it looks like it’s over between them.

Nate returns to the Institute wounded and angry. Father takes note of how distracted Nate seems, which prompts Nate to expose his frustration at Piper and her lack of understanding. Father remembers meeting her after the botched Battle of Bunker Hill and dismisses her small mind. Her troublemaking attitude has no place in the new future.

Nate spends the next few days going through the motions. It would be easier to just agree with Shaun and dismiss Piper’s challenge as nothing but ignorance. But that doesn’t sit quite right. Losing her is a harsh blow and her accusations weigh on Nate.

Karma’s pretty swift. Father comes to Nate with an ultimatum. The Railroad has to be put down. Shaun reveals he’s known all along about Nate’s history of involvement with them, and that it’s the last thing standing in the way of proving his loyalty. Nate tries to negotiate, and then outright refuses to kill his friends. Father stops playing nice. He orders Nate to destroy the Railroad. Realizing it’s the end of the line, Nate reverts to the old military, “Yes, sir.” but there’s a chasm in his heart. He has to choose. He can’t wait it out any longer. And Piper was right.

On the way back to his room, his synth informant warns him that the Brotherhood has also tracked the Railroad down, and are on their way to destroy the church. Choosing Shaun would be as easy as doing nothing at all. But Nate relays to Hanover Street and hits the ground running, knowing full well he’ll never set foot inside the Institute as an ally again.

Piper, meanwhile, had come to the conclusion that she couldn’t keep Nate’s waffling loyalty a secret from the Railroad any longer. She had traveled to HQ to inform Des her Agent might be compromised. And it’s about that time Nate comes crashing through the door wild-eyed with his desperate warning.

They’ve definitely had better reunions.

#sorry this took so long to answer!! #text #long post #nate trivia #nate ronan #pipan #piper wright #institute #shaun #father #railroad #fallout #fallout 4 #ask

[rogueartistjyn]

Coming completely out & terrified

So, I don’t really know any of you here, but I’m going to overshare because I’m terrified right now.

I’m 43. I’ve tried to come out several times to my parents but they are redneck Evangelical trump people. They have many guns & they are super homophobic. I’m terrified of them. They were extremely emotionally abusive, controlling & physically abusive at times. All which, of course, they deny.

When I was 14 I came out to my Mom & she reacted but jumping away from me like I had some sort of disease & telling me they would commit me if I ever said anything like that again. My Grandmother had been committed several times. As a kid, my brother & I had been dragged along to take her. It was always awful & the idea of being committed terrified me.

I had a mental breakdown at 21 because of all the abuse & suppressing the fact that I was queer. I was suicidal & would’ve made it through without some awesome college counselors & my new found friends. I was still too terrified to come out. I asked them what they would do if my brother was gay & my Dad answered, “Shoot him”.

This past Friday I butt dailed my Mom by accident while I was drunk & she heard me swearing like a sailor about how controlling they were & how they used to threaten to call the police if I didn’t call every night at 10 pm when I was in college.

I immediately texted her, “Butt dail...lol...sorry!” She called & left a message saying how all my friends must think I have the worst parents in the world & that none of that ever happened & that she had no idea I talked that way.

I had a panic attack. All that terror came back in a rush. My friends were awesome.

So...here we are. I’m terrified. I texted her that we need to talk. I’m so tired of pretending to be this person they want me to be. I’ve been in a nurturing loving relationship with my girl for 21 almost 22 years. They pretend we’re just friends despite me telling them she’s the most important person in my life & that we’re staying together. I’ve never said we’re queer. I’ve said everything but. Because that fear that they instilled is so strong I’ve been too terrified.

I’m 43 and I’m fucking terrified.

Of my parents.

So, I’m here oversharing because today, I think is the day, that I’m going to stop letting them terrify me.

She just texted me back that she can’t talk right now & needs sleep. So, I have to wait. Terrified.

But I can do this.

I’m so tired of being terrified of them.

Thanks for listening. I just needed a place to get this out.

UPDATE: My Narcissist Mother has made me wait all day. She has yet to contact me back. I’m not surprised. Just disappointed.

Update 2: Well...I guess...I don’t know. I mean...I’m not sure how to proceed. She didn’t text back. I’ve lost my momentum. Of course, that’s what narcissists do. So...maybe I just stop being afraid & get on with my life.

Update 3: It is now Friday. The Narcisst I grew up calling Mother has had an excuse every day not to talk to me. I've read tons of info on Narcissts & it seems best that I just continue to cut myself off from her. She will never change.

Just finally realizing that the constant anxiety I felt around my parents was because of fear has helped. I've realized I let them terrify me & I don't have to anymore. There is no "getting in trouble" with them anymore. I'm a fucking adult. I need to be a fucking adult.