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imisscherryboy-blog · 7 months

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running back 2 u

enemies to lovers — football player! ajax x sports med! gn reader

part 2 part 3

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story: you and ajax have known each other since elementary school. those years haven’t been always the best, as you both parted ways due to your differences in personality. that is, until one hot august night, where the stadium lights illuminate the turf, you find yourself running back to him again.

notes: enemies to lovers, modern au, gender neutral reader, childe is referred to as ajax, last name tartaglia, american football, all characters are 18+ as seniors, highschool setting, use of american education system, reader is in a sports medicine class (if you don’t know what that is it’s basically students that help out at school games, usually water girls/boys/people, assist with injuries) i wrote this with the pov of the reader being a POC but if you’re not just disregard when i say white and stuff lmao + part 1/?, title is an nct reference, debating eventual smut, kaveh and alhaitham are gay

side characters featured: kaveh, alhaitham (alhaitham x kaveh)

warnings: swearing, vivid depiction/description of injury

★ part 1 of an ongoing series ★

you hated ajax and ajax hated you. that much was safe to say. ever since that incident in 9th grade, you never talked to him, let alone acknowledged him. before that, you both had known each other since elementary school. everybody loved ajax, his teachers, his peers, and even you. he just had that personality that made everyone love him; but you knew him underneath that persona. you knew his flaws and he knew yours. he’d tell you things he’d never tell anyone, he trusted you. but, all good things come to an end. in the summer going into your first year at highschool, you found yourself never wanting to speak to him again. he ultimately became the person you two would make fun of together in prior years. a typical, white, football player. but damn was he a good running back. he used to be so charming, but now he was just a playboy that had a new girl in his bed every week. you hated him for it, you hated the person he became, but you mostly hated how he’d plague your mind like a disease.

the day of the game finally came. you and kaveh both wore your school’s varsity jackets and jeans. you guys trudged the god foresaken orange gatorade cooler out to the field for the junior varsity and freshman team. the jv game had just finished, and you began setting up for the varsity game.

“y/n, i can tell you’re scared about ajax.”

“wow kaveh, you’re sooo observant.” you said sarcastically as you both were now in the utility room, filling the water bottles for the players.

“listen, you probably won’t even have to talk to him. as much as he likes to talk behind your back, he’s scared of you. you literally know EVERYTHING about him, you could ruin his reputation in milliseconds.” kaveh had a point. you knew his deepest and darkest secrets, but he unfortunately knew yours as well. you screwed the last lid of the water bottle on tighter than usual as you responded.

“thanks kaveh, but promise me you’ll be the one giving him his water, not me.” kaveh laughed as you said this.

“i’d actually be more than happy too! he’s pretty fine anyways…”

“kaveh— please.” you sighed as kaveh only laughed louder. you walked out to the field, the sky a pretty hue of pink as the jv players left and students filed in the bleachers for the real game. you made your way to the bench, right next to the field and placed the water bottle trays down, as cheering filled the stadium, you both looked behind you.

“ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, our undefeated, five-time league winners, the varsity football team!” the announcer said as the cheers only got louder. the varsity boys ran onto the field, ajax leading the team. you rolled your eyes. you’d admit, he looked good in the navy blue and white jersey, adorning the number 11. ajax was the captain and star of the team, his stats practically outdid any other running back in the county. he ranked first for almost every category, he was a good running back, you’d give him that at least. but at that moment, a feeling came over you. you felt jealous. jealous of the new cheerleader girl he was seeing, jealous of his success, you irrevocably hated him.

“god alhaitham looks good.” kaveh said, very much distracted when they began to sing the national anthem.

“you’re shameless, kaveh.”

“well, the national anthem definitely did not include gay people so…”

the game began, and the annoying and repetitive chants from the cheerleaders almost got stuck in your head. they even had a special one for their glorious star boy tartaglia! you could give zero fucks about him and his stupid chant, but you couldn’t help but notice him staring you down as the rival team took a time out. he gulped his water, sweat dripping from his slicked-back hair, before returning back to the field. as promised, it was kaveh’s job to offer him water, not yours. when one team scored, the other followed suit, the game was neck and neck. watching ajax skillfully receive alhaitham’s (the quarterback) throws and run it was something you could watch all day. but you hated him, so you pretended to look busy every time the home team ran a point. it was halftime now, and you and kaveh hung around the bench. they were up by only two points, it was practically anyone’s game, but that’s what makes the epic highs and lows of highschool football, right?

“swear to god, ajax keeps looking at you.” kaveh whispered to you as you refilled the green water bottles. the boys went into the team room as you and kaveh stayed outside. ajax’s fan girls in the stands had finally calmed down. you just looked at him and looked away as you continued to fill up the water. “like, every time he scores a touch down, he’ll do his stupid little celebration and he’ll glance over here—and then i’d look at you, and of course—‘oh, she’s trying to look distracted and pretend to not care again!’.” kaveh rolled his eyes at you, looking at you for an answer. “you still care about him, don’t you?” this time, you didn’t look at him and just stared at the bottle.

“yeah, like i’d give two shits about the school fuck boy. it’s just, i can’t help but remember how he used to be, that’s all.” it was a blatant lie, and kaveh knew. but he decided to stop pressing where it hurts. and just like that, half time was over and the team looked spent, but they still had 30 minutes to clutch. the cheers started up again. another touchdown, and chants of his name were the only things heard in the stadium. you felt surrounded. you just wanted to go home.

finally, the seventh minute began. the scoreboard emitting a soft glow displayed both home and away teams tied. everyone on the bleachers were all sat for these final minutes. including you. you watched intently with kaveh and your sports med teacher on the bench as they hiked the ball.

“alhaitham, number 9 is going for a throw,” the commentator’s voice reverberated through the field. alhaitham spots ajax, right on the 30 yard line, centered on the field. alhaitham takes a couple steps back and throws, the ball spins with accuracy. the crowd and kaveh all cheer.

“a dot! per usual from quarter back alhaitham, how many yards can their star running back score for the team!” ajax grabbed the ball and went for a right hook, swiftly dodging the defenders. he only got faster and faster as the cheers grew louder. he hooked right, and made his way for that touch down line.

“ajax! ajax! ajax!” the crowd chanted as kaveh and your teacher were now standing. you watched him closely, all of a sudden remembering back to when the two of you competed in your middle school’s flag football tournament. he had signed you up without you knowing, and you both somehow cinched first place.

“oh my god—” kaveh’s gasp snapped you out of your thoughts, as you looked onto the field.

the bleachers were silent now. ajax laid on his side, clutching his knee. the ball was long forgotten now.

“it appears number 11 is down.” the commentator remarked. your heart sank to your ass. you knew that knee injuries could fuck up anyone’s career in seconds. especially a running back’s. before you knew it, you were standing, your teacher yelled something to kaveh as he began running toward him to see what happened, you stood frozen. the cries of his fan girls behind you were the only things you could hear, kaveh was trying to tell you something, but you kept looking at ajax’s writhing body and back to kaveh, and back to ajax, and now at the rival team, and back to kaveh.

“y/n! are you listening? this is serious!” kaveh’s voice was almost a yell.

“i-i’m sorry, what do you need me to do?” you blinked a couple times.

“get the ice pack!” he yelled as kaveh made his way to the scene, the rival team went back to their bench as they were in small groups, most likely talking about what happened. you grabbed the ice pack from the cooler and ran over. his eyes were screwed shut as he cursed loudly, your teacher asking where it hurt.

“ah fuck, my knee! motherfu—” ajax bit back his curses with the back of his hand. your teacher radioed for a golf cart, which made you confused because you’d think someone would be calling 911.

“shouldn’t we be calling an ambulance..?” alhaitham asked, kneeling next to kaveh and ajax’s head. kaveh visibly looked flustered.

“y-yeah. we should! as a matter of fact, why don’t i just call them right—” your teacher cut kaveh off as he interjected.

“it’s a torn acl, if we call an ambulance right now, all they’ll do is give him some ice and painkillers which we very much have. we’re not spending 6k for an ice pack. save that money for the surgery.” your teacher remarked.

“the what..?” ajax looked at him with wide eyes as a campus supervisor came with a golf cart, the crowd was at a stand still.

“kaveh, stay here and take over for me. y/n, come with me.” you knew ajax’s injury was nothing life threatening, but you couldn’t help but worry for his future. you nodded your head as you and your teacher got into the front seat of the golf cart, cursing kaveh in your head, wishing it was him to take your place. ajax’s teammates carefully laid him on the golf cart and he cursed at them to be more careful. you rolled your eyes.

“ajax, we’re gonna need you to talk to us, we can’t have you passing out.” your teacher drove the golf cart to the recovery room, making sure to drive slowly over any bumps.

“you want me to talk? well, a torn acl is gonna ruin my goddamn career—fuck!” the golf cart jerked forward a little, making him curse.

“it’s probably not completely torn, ajax. you’ll recover in no time.” your teacher said.

“you’ll probably be out for the season.” you added, you couldn’t help but add a little salt in the wound.

“you’ll be out for the fucking year if you don’t shut the fuck up.” ajax snapped back at you.

“you need some ice dipshit?” you turned around with the ice pack and tossed it onto his knee, making him yell out in pain.

“what the FUCK is wrong with you—” he yelped in pain again, you just rolled your eyes.

“y/n! cut it out! you too, ajax. we’re here.” the teacher took the key out of the golf cart and looked at you. “i need to call his parents and file a report for the insurance, i’m trusting you to patch any cuts and tape his knee for the time being. keep the ice on it—and please don’t assault him.” your teacher was already on their way as they headed towards the office. you didn’t even get a minute to protest.

“no fucking way they just left me with this loser.” ajax scoffed from the back seat of the golf cart.

“at least my knee still works.” you grabbed the key and unlocked the recovery room, it had a couple of medical beds and cabinets filled with all kinds of medical equipment. you turned the lights on as you heard ajax outside yell.

“now you’re just leaving me? jesus, i couldn’t have asked for someone better to help me.” you ignored him as that was not what you were doing. you went to the smaller room in the back to get a wheelchair to get him onto one of the beds. you walked back outside, ajax’s face turned from one of pain to an angered look the minute you stepped outside. you wheeled the wheel chair to him.

“get on.” you said with little to no remorse.

“yeah let me just fly onto the fucking wheel chair why not. can you help me?” ajax yelled as he tried to sit up straight on the back seat. you scoffed and somehow got him onto the wheel chair. you both were silent, but you knew when ajax went quiet, he was overthinking. you knew he was thinking about what he’d do with his injury. you decided to give him something else to think about.

“it’s not that bad ajax. you survived skateboarding into a brick wall, i’m sure you’ll be fine.” you brought up an old memory the both of you shared.

“everyone saw. even the fucking scouters—i’m done for.” your words seemed to fly past his head. almost like he forgot about you and his’ history. you helped him onto the medical bed and made him sit straight so you could tape his knee. you went into the back room to get more ice. from the main room, you heard him start talking again.

“when i ran into that brick wall, you were the only one there. i didn’t have scouters that could get me d1 scholarships.” he remarked. he did remember at least. you came back with a roll of medical tape and some ice.

“you need to roll you pants up past your knee.” you went for the straight forward route as anything else would’ve gotten too awkward.

“yeah no fucking way that’s happening, cut it off for all i care.” you figured getting the leg of the pants over his injury wouldn’t be the most best of things, so you grabbed a pair of scissors and cut his pants just above his thigh. he hissed in pain even though you didn’t even touch it. he was always this dramatic, you thought to yourself. you unrolled the pieces of tape and got to work. if ajax was good at football, you were the best at sports medicine. you knew how to wrap an ankle like second nature—a big part of the reason why your teacher asked you to assist, not kaveh. he went quiet again, and you’d much rather have him yelling at you than overthinking the situation after all this.

“how’s teucer?” you asked as he hissed whenever you’d place a piece of tape on his knee.

“w-why do you care? can you be any more gentle?” you looked up at him and kept working. you weren’t any gentler, you just worked slower to make it look like you were. he fell for it easily.

“he’s fine. he just graduated elementary—ow, school.” he responded after a minute passed.

“that’s good.” you said in quieter-than-usual tone. you couldn’t deny it was still awkward between you two. you hadn’t had a conversation like this in practically years, and you never thought you would have to. “so what exactly happened out there? you trip or something?” you knew he didn’t trip. you also knew that ajax had a tendency to overestimate himself, overall causing him more harm than good.

“the turf must’ve been off.” he said looking away. ajax was well aware he let himself get cocky. it was the final minutes of the game and he wanted to end it off strong. in doing so, he got himself a torn acl. good going ajax.

“mhm..”

“what? don’t believe me?” before you could answer the question, your teacher walked in. the first thing ajax asked was if they won the game or not. his “half touchdown” didn’t count, leaving them still tied.

“we won. but it was still a close call.”

ajax looked like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. he was already upset with his injury, and a loss especially with their title as undefeated would be 10x worse. you tried to look normal, but in truth, you were a little happy for the team. after all, you had some sense of school pride.

“your mom is outside. i’ve talked to her already and explained the injury in length. please focus on resting, then let’s talk about your next games.” with that, your teacher left you both alone again.

“can you walk?” you asked.

“i’ll try.” he said wincing as he got up. you went to his side and put his arm around you. it was silent. you helped him to the parking lot, occasional swears were heard from him. you said his mom waiting outside of the car.

“oh sweetie!” ajax’s mom held him tightly.

“hi mom, i’m fine.” his words were muffled into her shoulder.

“oh goodness, let’s get you in the car!” she helped him into the passanger seat. they spoke to each other in russian, it sounded like he was getting scolded. it was none of your business anyway. after doing so, she came back out.

“y/n? i remember you!” she said, giving you a hug.

“hi mrs tartaglia.” ajax’s mom had a soft spot for you. she’d always pack you extra food, and would never fail to treat you like one of her own, it made you happy. due to the circumstances, you hadn’t seen her in what felt like years.

“how’ve you been? we’ve missed you!” her hand stayed on your shoulder, her voice was genuine. but who exactly did she mean by “we”?

“i’ve been alright, thanks for asking.”

“ajax still talks about you, you should come over some time! teucer and tonia miss you!”

huh?

did you hear that right?

maybe it she didn’t actually mean it like that, why would ajax still be talking about you?

ajax rolled down the window and stuck his head out.

“mom i’m hurting let’s go.” he half shouted.

“alright, alright. i’ll see you soon hopefully, y/n! thank you for looking after ajax!” she said with a warm smile as she got back in the car before you could say a word. you simply waved and smiled back at her. you glanced over for a second, seeing ajax on his phone. you didn’t understand. did ajax really stil talk about you? you’d have a lot to tell kaveh..

the two of them left the parking lot in their black tahoe suv. you just stood and watched. you cursed to yourself. you couldn’t understand why ajax’s words pulled at your heartstrings a little. you were confused. and things would only get more confusing from there.

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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 5 months

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P&C | Ch. 15: You Don't Want Me?

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11 p.m.

“OH MY GOD, how I missed the feeling of fresh air,” Tae whines, virtually sprinting out of the hospital. It has been a month since we were placed in the labour and delivery unit, but, the adjustments to the hectic workload have yet to be made. All I can say is that nursing is not for the weak. We have weekly clinicals on Mondays and Fridays, each lasting eight hours. Because Tae and I are both night owls, we picked the night shifts. I would rather be dead on a stick than wake up at 5 am to work for free.

“Tae, be careful it's dark out there,” I yell out from the entrance, shivering in my scrubs. He looks like a child, skipping side to side, waving his hands at the passing airplane in the sky.

“Miraya, hurry up, the train is gonna leave soon,” Tae says, before pulling my backpack over his shoulder. He doesn’t have a car and I don’t have my licence so in terms of transportation, we rely on the late-night transit system. All is good until we stumble upon people who have consumed too much alcohol or indulged in some illegal substances at our station.

“Stay close to me, ok?” Tae whispers as the train doors lock. Putting on my earphones, I lower my head, eyes focused on the Pepsi can rolling down the aisle. Succumbing to the fatigue I can feel my eyelids getting heavy, before dozing off on Tae’s shoulder.

Knock Knock Knock

Shifting in my bed I let out a deep sigh as my body trembles from the long stretch. The sun is barely out as the clock strikes 6 a.m. Making my way towards the door, hair in a messy bun and body covered in a Hello Kitty robe I look at the peak hole.

“Jungkook, what on God’s green earth are you doing here?” I whisper, pulling him inside.

“Get ready Peaches, we’re going to the gym,” he exclaims, placing his bag on the table. Left dumbfounded, I try to analyze his face, searching for any hints of this being a joke. Unfortunately, he looked pretty serious as he filled up my water bottle and packed some snacks to go.

“Pardon?” I scoff, hands now folded over my chest.

“Your clinicals finish too late, it’s a dangerous world out there,” he grins, pulling me closer by the robe string. Cupping my face he places a soft kiss on my forehead, before looking back at my face, which was still vividly confused.

“I have Tae,” I reply softly, eyes focused on him.

“Thank God for that, but you still need to learn some self-defence. Pretty girls know how to fight,” Jungkook chuckles, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

“I’m too tired Jungkook, please can we just sleep?” I whine into his embrace, arms tightening around his torso. With a soft smile, he leans his head back as I sneak in a few minutes of rest before being awakened once again.

Entering the gym we bow to the receptionist before Jungkook leads the way toward the boxing room which surprisingly, we were not the only ones occupying. Giving a quick smile to the girls stretching at the back, I begin unpacking my stuff. I am not dressed in proper gym attire because I simply don't own one, so a white crop top and black sweatpants had to do. Jungkook, on the other hand, blended right in with his black muscle tee and red boxer shorts. Making sure the gloves were not too tight on my hand, he clasps the velcro in place before going through some preliminary stretches.

“Okay Peaches, if someone comes up behind you and grabs you by the shoulders, what will you do?” Jungkook asks, proceeding to stand in the hypothetical position.

“Curse them out? I don't know,” I sigh, shaking my head, body still tired from the night before.

“Miraya, you have to focus please,” he whispers into my ear, hands gliding down to my waist as I flinch at his bare touch. Grabbing my hand he attaches it to his, signalling the twisting motion of his arm.

“Twisting their hand will buy you some time to run,” he explains, gaze focused on my concentrated expression.

“If you want, you can also kick them in the balls, that'll definitely get them,” Jungkook chuckles as I sigh at his energetic state.

“Why can't you just be with me at all times?” I whine, leaning into his chest and placing my arms around his neck.

“You have those dreams too?” he grins, tightening the grip on my waist as I can't help but roll my eyes at his teasing.

“Mira, do you want anything from the cafeteria?” Tae asks as we make our way toward the lunchroom. Today has been extremely difficult, both emotionally and physically. An older “gentleman” spit right at me, insisting to see a real doctor. While another one made me chase him around the room before I could get his vitals.

“Just some coffee please,” I reply with a soft smile. Unpacking my meal prep, I offer Hanbin a seat at our table since he was the only other group member from our cohort. With the hectic workload, we barely get time to actually get to know our coworkers, so small chit-chats over lunch will have to suffice.

“So, are you enjoying nursing so far?” I break the awkward silence, as Hanbin heats his food.

“If you consider mental breakdowns enjoyable then yeah, sure” he chuckles, leaning back on the cupboard.

“So real, I don’t remember the last time I smiled, to be honest,” I giggle, taking a bite of my salmon.

“But, hey, at least we have the Winter Formal,” he replies with a grin.

“Oh, that’s right, I almost forgot,”

Remembering how excited Tae was about this dance, I realized that I was not prepared for it at all. I guess I got so caught up in all the schoolwork that it completely slipped my mind. Plus, I’m not much of a party animal unless a drop of alcohol enters my system, then, there’s just no going back for me.

“No worries, have you thought about your plus one?” Hanbin chuckles, bringing his chair closer to mine, gaze focused on my lips. Technically, nothing happened but suddenly the ambience of the room felt different. Moving my stuff closer, I reply with a soft smile before Tae barges in with coffee in one hand and a sticky note in another.

“What took you so long?” I let out a relieved sigh, eyes locked on Tae’s, hoping he could also sense the tension in the room.

“I just got myself a date for the Formal,” he grins, parading the yellow piece of paper. Taking a seat between Hanbin and I, he takes a bite of my salmon with no questions asked. Before I can slap his forearm, he calls a truce with the hot coffee in front of me.

“This whole time you were flirting with some stranger?” I sigh, rolling my eyes at his teasing smile.

“A sexy, tall, blonde stranger,” he adds, poking my nose as I huff at his childishness. “Anyways, what were you guys talking about?”

“Oh, I was just asking Mira about her plus one for the Formal,” Hanbin says, both of their eyes now focused on my blank face. Obviously, my mind went straight to Jungkook, but I doubt he would be interested, especially since he wouldn’t know anyone there aside from Tae and I.

“Surely, it will be Jungkook,” Tae’s voice interrupts my thoughts as Hanbin lets out a soft gasp. Trying to avoid eye contact with either of them, I busy myself with the rest of my lunch.

“Jungkook? Is that your boyfriend?” he asks softly, leaning back on his chair as Tae proceeds to nod his head.

“Yeah, they’re basically dating,” Tae exclaims, looking back at my dumbfounded expression with a teasing grin. It seems like I have no say in the conversation about my life, as my attempt at clearing things up is interrupted by the sound of a pager.

“That’s a wrap everyone,” Tae chuckles as we rush back to our unit base.

Mira: Hey, are you busy?

Jungkook: Just finishing up at the gym, what’s up?

Mira: You don’t have to but, if you are free on Friday, do you want to go to the Winter Formal?

Jungkook: With you?

Mira: … well don’t sound so excited -_-

Jungkook: No, I mean as your date?

Mira: I guess? We don’t have to put any labels though.

Jungkook: I would love to ;)

Touching up my makeup, I scramble through the mess on the bathroom counter hoping to find the last Q-tip. I’ve never been good at makeup but thankfully, it seems that the beauty gurus have possessed my body today because smokey eyes have never been my forte. Taking the last set of curlers out of my hair, I’m interrupted by the knocks on the front door.

“Hi Peaches,” Jungkook grins, gaze focused on my Hello Kitty robe. That's the thing, I have yet to pick an outfit, I mean I have options but none of them left me in awe. He on the other hand looked really good. A tux does that to a guy, I guess. Waving him inside I hurry to my room, praying that a perfect outfit would just summon itself before I get there.

“Ok, what do you think, is this too much?” I say out of breath from all the adrenaline. Walking out in a black silk dress with a slit at the front, I nervously pat the sides of the waistline as a grin forms on Jungkook’s face. Nibbling on his rip rings, he can’t help but let out a small chuckle shaking his head.

“Hello? How do I look?” I scoff at his teasing.

“Hot, but you look better under me,” he finally says, before pulling my form on his lap.

“Ok, that’s enough. Do you think it’s too much though?” I say softly, trying to ignore the tension building between our close proximity.

“I can fight, Peaches. Wear whatever you want,” he whispers into my ear before placing a small kiss on the soft skin, tightening his grip on my waist.

Entering the hall decorated in a beautiful white and blue palette, Jungkook and I wave to Tae who was accompanied by a mysterious blondie. It’s obvious that the student council did not hold back on the budget, I mean there was live music, an array of various cuisines and a whole ice sculpture just plopped at the entrance. I guess our tuition is being used for a good cause.

“Sheesh, you guys do look like a couple, is there something you aren’t telling me?” Tae exclaims, looking us up and down before placing his hand around the girl next to him.

“This is Minji, she is also a student nurse but her placement is in the ICU,” he says excitedly, boxy smile on full display.

“Pleasure to meet you Minji, I’m Mira and this is Jungkook,” I say, reaching out for a handshake, as Jungkook gives her a small smile. She was wearing a lacey, mini-pink dress with a sweetheart neckline. Side by side we would look like an epitome of yin-yang, just light and darkness.

“Pleasure is all mine, Tae has told me all about you,” she replies, leaning into his chest as he welcomes her into a soft embrace. Letting out an awkward chuckle, I can’t help but think about the tea he must have spilled with his blabbermouth. My thoughts, however, are interrupted by the sudden feeling of a hand on my back. Flinching at the sensation, I naturally turn to Jungkook, gaze focused on his confused face as he lets out a soft hum.

“Hi guys,” Hanbin says, wrapping his hands around Tae and I’s shoulders, before focusing his gaze on Jungkook who was already looking directly at him. Moving my body closer to his, Junkook rests his hands on my waist, tracing little circles on the fabric.

“You must be the Jungkook,” Hanbin exclaims with a grin, before reaching in for a handshake which Jungkook quickly declines with a slight nod.

“And you would be?”

“Oh, I’m Hanbin, has Mira never mentioned me?” Hanbin asks, letting out a small chuckle before meeting my eyes.

“Never,” Jungkook scoffs, leaning his head on mine.

“Well, I would kill for a drink right now,” I say promptly, feeling the tension rise between the two men. Meeting Tae’s eyes, I plead for assistance as he quickly ushers Hanbin and Minji inside. Following them I pull Jungkook’s arm, trying to avoid his eyes which are now filled with questions.

“Oh shoot,” I softly yelp, tripping over my slippers as Jungkook leads my tipsy self to the bedroom. The party was a blast, we danced, ate, talked, and most importantly drank. Well, Tae and I did. Jungkook settled for a can of Coke as our responsible designated driver.

“Miraya, where is your towel?” he asks, rummaging through the aftermath of my outfit selection fiasco. Handing me a pink towel, we walk towards the bathroom as he stops at the door.

“Jungkook, I need help,” I whine, eyes irritated by the bright light.

“Peaches, you can do it yourself,” he exclaims, resting his head on the doorframe before succumbing to my cries. Moving my hair out of the way his hands find the dress zipper before slowly pulling it down. I flinch at the feeling of his soft breath on my exposed back, turning my gaze towards his dark orbs.

“Thank you,” I whisper, letting out a small smile, before pushing him out of the bathroom.

Unable to respond as the door slams shut, Jungkook plops his fatigued body onto the bed, careful not to get it dirty. Scanning the room, he grins at the plethora of baby photos hanging on the wall before coming in for a closer look.

“So, you’ve always been cute,” he chuckles, looking back at my freshly bathed self. Hair wrapped in a towel, I was repping my iconic Barbie pyjamas before virtually melting into the soft duvet. Still tipsy, I pull him over, leaving no space between us as a soft frown forms on his face.

“Hanbin … does he bother you?” Jungkook says, eyes lowered on my hands.

“No, we just work in the same unit,” I mumble, letting out a small yawn.

“So, he has never made a move on you?” he says, eyes now focused on mine.

“God no, Jungkook, what are you on?” I scoff, falling back on the soft pillows, as my eyes finally rest.

“Well I don’t know, he seemed very comfortable tonight,” he explains, as I reach for his hand.

“Jungkook, I want you,” I whine softly, eyes barely staying open as my fingers intertwine with his. Surprised by the sudden flashlight, I look up at the phone camera in front of me.

“What are you doing?” I yelp, pulling the duvet over my face.

“Recording this for evidence or else you won’t believe me tomorrow,” he grins, placing the phone back on the night table.

“What? You don’t want me?” I say, eyes peeking through the covers. Scoffing at the remark, he can’t help but shake his head with a grin, before moving in closer.

“That’s not fair, you know exactly what I want and what I need, Peaches”

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mshalfemptygirl · 1 year

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Exagerado (S.R)

Plot: Spencer is very interested in Brazilian culture and also in Reader, his co-worker.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x !Fem!Reader

Contents: just really fuffy god i love it

Request: ai! imagino mt a reader cantando exagerado pro spencer e ele tp 🤔 e indo atras da tradução 😢😭😢😭 + ele aprendendo português pra surpreender elaaaa n da mtt fofo

A/N: my first request omg i’m really happy and this one is so cute, i’m in love. And please, go listen the song mentioned here in the fic. Hope you like it, love y’all.

It was July, the weather was hot and muggy outside, the midday sun was high, and all I could think about was eating something good. But real food. Where I come from, lunch is not just about eating something practical and quickly, in Brazil we eat rice, beans, salad, steak and even have coffee afterwards. When I told this to Spencer, he thought it was the most curious thing in the world and asked a bunch of questions using the excuse of " you have dual nationality and as good friends we have to know everything about each other". Now, we're in the car, going to eat something more substantial than what they offer us at the police station, because there they only have donuts, and I'm not a big fan of that.

I was driving because Spencer doesn't really like to drive and as he does geographic profiling, he's my GPS. He said that there is a Brazilian restaurant in the other side of the city and he seemed really happy about it because he knew it would make me feel less homesick. But U.S is my home too. On the way, he insisted on listening to my MBP (Brazilian Popular Song) playlist. I don't know if he's interested in Portuguese but he speaks some difficult languages, I don't think she would be much of a challenge, so I never taught him anything.

We are stuck in the traffic and when I looked at him, he was looking out the window. If we go the whole way without talking to him, I'd go crazy so I decided to strike up a conversation. "Did you like the playlist?", he looked at me and said, "Oh, yes, it's quite interesting. Portuguese is such a beautiful language, but unfortunately, Portuguese have approximately 260 million total speakers. Not that much if you compare to other languages". I smile, I think it's really cute when he talks about scientific facts. How do girls not like that? This makes him look much more attractive to my eyes.

"I'm glad you like it, I do too. Oh, why don't you pick a song for me to sing to you while we're stuck in traffic?" He raised an eyebrow. "Y/N, you don't sing". He watched me roll my eyes, I wasn’t believing he had the nerve to say I'm a bad singer. "Well, Dr, I don't sing well but that doesn't mean I can't sing. Come on, just for fun. My voice in isn't too bad, please". And do you know what he did? HE LAUGHED. He really is annoying sometimes, but I can't get mad because when I see his face, such a pretty face, I forgot everything. It's so easy to get lost in him."Okay, I'll choose...", he was scrolling down my Spotify playlist and stopped when he was almost at the end. "... this one. Looks like a good one."

I got excited, grabbed the water bottle that was in the back seat of the car and took a sip. He chose a song about an impossible love, one of my favorites and for me, if Cazuza were still here and knew us, he would say that Exagerado was about me and Dr. Reid. I put the music on, the first notes started and his gaze was fixed on me. I used my water bottle as a microphone and waved at him. Even dying of shame I started to sing, “Amor da minha vida, daqui até a eternidade (love of my life, from here to eternity)...” and I used my free hand to hold his right hand, “Nossos destinos foram traçados na maternidade (our fateswere predetermined in the maternity ward)...”. I kept singing and he seemed to be enjoying it. Trying to follow the lyrics on my phone. When I sang the last verse it said something like “Thrown at your feet with a thousand stolen roses. I'm exaggerated, I love an invented love”. I was over the moon, I had forgotten about the traffic and that I was singing to him. He applauded, I thanked for the private show and said that I did well, even though I knew that I did badly. He's just really cute. I thanked him, feeling happy. After some minutes, the traffic flowed and we headed to the restaurant.

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One week later, we were in other case, in other city. The team was ready to go back to the hotel to rest after a long week, I was sharing a room with Spencer. It was a typical hotel, it had a king size bed, a very good shower and a nice view of the avenue. I was tired, and I threw myself on the bed while Spencer set his briefcase on the table and took off his tie. I had closed my eyes because I wanted to savor my moment of peace, when he spoke. "Y/N?", I opened my eyes "Yes, love?" I love using pet names with him, he blushes every time. "You know the song you sang in the car last week? Well, I took the time to look up the translation of the lyrics in English... and... well, I wanted to ask if you find it familiar..." I sat on the bed.

"What do you mean?" I raise my eyebrow. He was leaning against the wall, looking nervous. He walked over to me and sat next to me. "You know, we... we've been friends for a long time and in my imagination sometimes when I think about dating someone, I think about you. So I'm basically invented a love and it's been driving me crazy, I even am learning Portuguese to surprised you because I want to speak in your language and Y/N... shit, I'm rambling, right? sorry". I was in shock, in my head I just thought holy shit he likes me, he likes me, he likes me. I had to tell you something, but what? I had to talk about my feelings for him. It was now or never.

"Baby, It’s okay, I also invented love with you, ‘cause I love spending time with you and you are so smart, funny and I even like you magic tricks. And I swear when I'm in a room with you like now all I can think about is taking off your stupid clothes and kissing your whole body..." okay, that was too much. I have to learn to filter what I say. "Sorry, I didn't think about what I was saying. Fuck, I was trying to be romantic", I put my hands over my face because I was dying of embarrassment.

He took my hands from my face and said "It’s okay, I want to do this with you too", I felt the distance between us shrink and he gave me a kiss. A soft, lingering kiss. When I parted our lips, I ran my hand over his face. I kissed him again, and again. His lips on mine took me to heaven.Then, he started to place kisses on my neck and I felt an arousal like I've never felt for anyone before. Indeed, our fateswere predetermined in the maternity ward. I can feel it in my bones. "Spence, I want you". He placed one last kiss on my chin, “Tudo que você quiser, meu amor (Anything you want, my love)”.

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chouthechaoticraccoon · 8 months

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About Me

My name is Morgan Alexander but I also go by Chou and Cedar

My pronouns are he/they, but neos are fine too :)

I am 15 and going on 16 though I’m somewhere above 60 in my heart

I am a… hoo boy, this is complicated. Um, I'm transnasculine and nonbinary as well as an oriented aroace (bi/omni cupio/quoiromantic graysexual, to be specific), so… gay af but also no, thank you. I’m also romance-positive and sex-neutral

I have a spicy brain (also known as Asperger's, ADHD, depression, anxiety, and MaDD with some gender dysphoria and unlabeled weirdness sprinkled in for good measure)

I also have a weird body (Type 1 diabetes, Celiac disease, Hashimoto’s, and chronic pain from joints and headaches and shit as well as some other symptoms)

My ethnicity is confusing because my family didn't keep good records, but I'm mixed (about ⅓-½ Blackfoot, ⅔-½ European) and white-passing

Very introverted, I like my alone time more than being around another person no matter who they are. Honestly, I might be a little socially anxious…

A dual high school and college student set to graduate in 2026

INTx-T (can be either INTJ or INTP)

Leo, I guess? Born August 16, so yeah. Not really into that astrology stuff, though

Converting to Reform Judaism as soon as I’m able to

Everybody deserves equal rights no matter skin color, religion, gender, orientation, physical appearance, or class. I'll respect your opinion as long as it doesn't disrespect anybody's existence. Don't agree with this, don't interact with me and get off my page

AKA transphobes, homophobes, ableists, racists, MAPs, zoophiles, etc aren’t welcome

Inbox and DMs are open, happy to make friends or mutuals (and might be open to a QPR or romantic relationship after I get to know you :) )

Asks are fine, and I love talking to people (online, that is) so just reach out if you want to know more about me

Don’t send me NSFW content. Like, ever. I may dabble in writing it (I write SA sometimes, varying from not-at-all to moderately graphic, but to be honest I only really write it so that there can be major hurt/comfort and I always depict it as a horrific act of violence and in some cases torture), but that doesn’t mean that I am interested in sexual content or comfortable with it. I am also a minor and asexual so it’s a big no-no

Artist (drawing, painting, and photography), comedian (stand-up), musician (piano, violin, vocals, and guitar), poet, and writer (original novels, short stories, and fanfics). Happy to do commissions on any of my chosen art forms, just DM me :)

I speak and am learning to speak ASL, English, French, German, Hebrew, Italian, Latin, Polish, Portuguese, Romanian, Spanish, Swedish, and Yiddish (I alphabetized lol)

I like pretty much all music except country (Jolene is an exception)

I have precisely 69 Spotify playlists and am very proud of it

I’m actually starting an alternative rock band called Blue Humor. I’ll let you know when our first album drops

I like a lot of music, with over 32 pages on my list of bands I like (actual thing, might post the link later but it’s a list of over 1200 bands that I enjoy and am constantly expanding)

My fandoms include Abbott Elementary, Adventure Time, A Series of Unfortunate Events, Aurora Cycle, Big Hero 6, Bo Burnham, Brooklyn 99, Cavetown, Coraline, Creepypasta, Danny Phantom, the DCU, Deadpool, Derry Girls, Disenchantment, Disney, Doctor Who, Downton Abbey, Good Omens, Game of Thrones, Gravity Falls, Gregor the Overlander, Heartstopper/Osemanverse, Hunger Games, I Am Not Okay With This, In a Heartbeat, Into/Across the Spider-Verse, IT (2017/19), Jamie Dodger, John Mulaney, Jurassic Park/World, Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous, Les Miserables, Lord of the Rings, Manifest, Marvel, Merlin, Monk, Monty Python, Mythic Quest, Narnia, Night at the Museum, NOAHFINNCE, Our Flag Means Death, Over the Garden Wall, Once Upon a Time, ParaNorman, Parks & Recreation, Red, White, and Royal Blue, Riordanverse (Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus, Kane Chronicles, Magnus Chase, etc), Shaaba, Sherlock (BBC), Star Trek, Star Wars, Steven Universe, Stranger Things, Supernatural, Ted Lasso, The Adam Project, The Afterparty, The Good Place, The Goldfinch, The Hollow, The Office, The Simpsons, The Sims, The X-Files, Tim Burton, The Owl House, The Umbrella Academy, TwoSet Violin, Wednesday, Wings of Fire, and Young Royals.

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ladyfogg · 2 years

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We Live for Love - Part 3

We Live for Love – Part 3

Fic Summary: Eddie is recovering in the hospital where you’re volunteering. The whole town may have shunned him but you refuse to do the same. Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Warnings: Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Language, Season Finale Spoilers

Fic Song: We Live for Love by Pat Benatar. Full fic playlist on Spotify.

A/N: You guys are amazing! I wasn’t expecting such a positive response to this fic in such a short time. Of course, I also wasn’t anticipating writing this at all but the hyper fixation must be fed! I swear, these two. I had a whole idea in my head that there was going to be angst and seriousness and then Eddie went, “HAHA, nah!” and here we are. Hope you enjoy this part! ;)

Your apartment isn’t exactly “guest ready” so even though you want to spend the entire morning with Eddie, once it’s decided he’s going to stay with you, you take the hour to run home to clean up a bit.

Of course, he’s a sweetheart and insists that you don’t have to go through the trouble, all while clinging to your hand and refusing to let go. You tell him it’s no trouble at all but secretly you just want to make sure you don’t have underwear or anything lying around which you’re pretty sure you do.

It’s like you’re training for a marathon. After booking it back to your place, you clean faster than you’ve ever cleaned in your life. And by cleaning, you mean shoving all your dirty laundry under the bed, throwing all the dishes in the sink to soak, and making sure the bathroom isn’t super gross. Once you’re sure everything is as good as it’s going to get, you throw open the windows to let the cool breeze in. Unfortunately, there isn’t much of one. The air is filled with smoke and ash. On the horizon, dark ominous clouds threaten to dampen your mood.

It's enough for you to close the window again.

Nope. Not going to let it get to you. Not going to go down that dark route. Not right now. Determined to keep your spirits up, you go out to start your car.

You haven’t driven in weeks but thankfully before the shit hit the fan you had filled up the gas tank. It takes one or two tries to get your beat-up Subaru to start but it does. Good. There’s no way you’re making Eddie walk to your place in his condition. You put in your favorite cassette tape, crank up the volume, and drive back to the hospital.

Again you let yourself into Eddie’s room but he doesn’t see you at first. He’s standing with his back to the door, carefully reaching for the folded clothes on the windowsill. His hospital gown is gone and he’s wearing jeans. But he’s shirtless and your eyes are met with the same horrible scratches and bruises on his back that he has on his arms. The whole bottom half of his torso is still bandaged, however.

He must sense you there because he looks over his shoulder and smiles. “Watching me get dressed? Naughty girl.” His smile fades however when he sees your serious expression. Quickly, well as quickly as he can move, he puts the shirt on. It’s disgusting. Half of it is soaked in blood and the other half is ripped to shit. So are his jeans now that you look closer. Surprisingly, his leather jacket isn’t so bad. “It looks worse than it is.”

“Fucking hell, Eddie.”

You cross the room, unable to stop staring at the mess of clothing. Eddie takes your hand and presses it to his chest, where you feel the steady beating of his heart. “Hey, I’m here, okay. I’m alive,” he says, cupping your cheek.

You throw your arms around his neck and hug him tight. His arms slip around your waist and he holds you just as close. Tears sting your eyes but you refuse to let them fall. You don’t want to make a big scene, don’t want to cry. Yes, he’s here. But that doesn’t make you any less scared for the future. Also, you’re not an idiot. There is no way his injuries are just from an earthquake. If he doesn’t want to tell you, you’re not going to force him. Maybe one day he’ll trust you enough to share.

Footsteps are coming toward Eddie’s room and when you two pull away from each other, Mr. Munson is standing in the doorway. “Signed the paperwork,” he says. “You’re good to go.”

“Thanks,” Eddie says. He keeps one arm around your waist, holding you against his side. “I’m going to stay with her for a bit.”

Mr. Munson looks relieved. “That’s probably for the best considering…” He leaves the statement hanging but he doesn’t have to finish it. You both know what he means. “I’ll walk you out.”

It’s a slow process. Eddie leans on you for support. While he doesn’t seem to be in too much pain, he’s clearly still weak. He makes sure to stop by Max’s room to see her, something he hasn’t been able to do. Her mother is fast asleep in the chair by her side, her hand clutching her daughter’s bandaged one. Still holding you close, he reaches out to stroke Max’s hair. Emotion swirls in his eyes but he doesn’t say anything. You let him have his moment and when he’s ready to go, he rubs your arm and turns away.

Once you get downstairs, his uncle waits with him so you can pull the car up. When you do, you can see they are deep in conversation. You can only imagine what it’s about. Both are wearing serious expressions and as you slowly pump the brakes, his uncle gives him a tight hug. You know Eddie didn’t have the best time growing up, still, you’re glad that his uncle is on his side when so many others aren’t.

Eddie eases into the passenger seat and closes the door. Mr. Munson leans on the car. “You take care of him, young lady,” he says to you through the open window.

“Don’t worry, I will.”

Eddie leans back in his seat. “I’ll be at the bookstore if you need me,” he tells his uncle.

The older man nods and pats the roof of the car before he steps back onto the curb and lets you drive away. Eddie’s hand finds your knee and he breathes a sigh of relief. “Glad to be out of there.”

“That doctor was an asshole.”

“Everyone there was an asshole.” He grabs your hand and kisses it. “Not you. You’re the best.” He suddenly looks at the radio as if he’s just realized what’s playing. “Are you listening to Heart?”

“Yes! I love those bitches, they’re my favorite. And if you even think of touching the dial I will throat punch you, injuries or not.”

He laughs, reclining his seat. “Wouldn’t dream of it. They fucking rock. I mean, not quite my taste but still.” He turns the volume up.

“I've been lonely, I've been waiting for you. I'm pretending and that's all I can do. The love I'm sending ain't making it through to your heart.”

Eddie rests his arm on the window, patting the car in rhythm with the music, at first, you don’t realize he’s humming along. Mostly because you’re too busy singing to yourself.

“You've been hiding, never letting it show, always trying to keep it under control. You got it down and you're well on the way to the top, but there's something that you forgot.”

Out of nowhere, Eddie joins in at the top of his lungs, using his hand to pretend like he’s singing into a microphone. “WHAT ABOUT LOVE? Don't you want someone to care about you?! WHAT ABOUT LOVE?! Don't let it slip away!”

He holds the pretend mic out to you and you join in just as loud. “WHAT ABOUT LOVE?! I only want to share it with you! You might need it someday!”

Dissolving into laughter, you try to catch your breath as Eddie keeps going, singing literally every word of the song at the top of his lungs. Not his taste?? Then how does he know all the words?! You call shenanigans.

It takes you a little longer to get home than usual because of all the detours you have to make. With so many roads broken and fucked up, it’s hell to navigate. You don’t care. Eddie seems happy enough to sing loudly and play air guitar. You still can’t believe that he’s there. He’s with you and he’s going to be staying at your place until who knows how long. Deep down, something tells you he’s not going to leave your side from now on. And you’re perfectly okay with that.

When you pull the car into your space behind the store, you give him a bright smile. “Welcome home.”

“I like the sound of that.”

You help him out of the car and into the building. He’s walking a little better now and doesn’t even have difficulty going up the stairs to your apartment. “It’s not much,” you say, opening the door and letting him go in first. “Also if you’re expecting hot water, you are going to be sorely disappointed.”

“I don’t care.” He pulls you close. “All I care about is that I’m here with you.”

“And I’m not going anywhere.” You look down at his clothes. “We really need to get you something else to wear.”

“Everything I own fell into a crack in the earth so if you have a suggestion, I’m all ears.”

“My landlord’s place is next door. It’s…he isn’t here anymore. Has no family. I’ve actually been meaning to go through his stuff. I’m sure there are clothes.”

“Well, let’s go loot it together.”

Back down the stairs and out the back door you go. The building next door isn’t in good shape at all. The only thing that seems to have survived is the apartment area but even that isn’t great. The roof has caved in and you have to carefully step through the mess. It’s full of stuff that you’ve been meaning to package and send to the shelter, even though you feel weird going through someone else’s belongings.

Eddie has no problem. He goes straight for the guy’s closet, tossing clothes left and right. “Nope. No. Definitely not. These might fit…oh, HELL yeah.” He reaches deep into the back and pulls out a leather jacket that is definitely cleaner than the one he’s wearing. “This is mine now.”

You laugh, shoving the clothes he approves of into a trash bag so it’s easier to drag back. “Hand me what you want. We’ll donate the rest.”

It’s about an hour or so later that the two of you trek back to your place. Between several bags and boxes, it takes a couple of trips. And now it definitely looks like Eddie is moving in. Once everything is piled in the middle of your living room, he collapses onto the couch.

“Ugh, I did too much,” he says with a wince.

“Well, you just lay there and rest. I’ll start some laundry. Good thing the washer and dryer are working,” you say, opening the pantry in your small kitchen to reveal a beat-up washer and dryer set that’s been shoved in. “Should probably wash everything before wearing it. Who knows where it’s been?”

“Where’s the hot water heater?”

“In the basement. Why?”

He kicks the toolbox he found. “Might as well take a look. Just give me five minutes.”

“Since when did you learn how to fix stuff?”

“Since always. When you live in a trailer, you learn to fix shit for yourself. Cheaper that way.”

“Well, that’s sweet that you want to take a look but you are still healing. Shouldn’t you rest?”

Eddie forces himself up. He crosses the room and slides his arms around you from behind as you throw clothes into the washing machine. “And miss the chance to be all domestic with my woman? Never. Plus I really want to take a hot shower with you.” He kisses your temple.

“Oh, so I’m your woman now?”

“You were always my woman.” A brief slap on the ass and then he’s gone. “I’ll be back.”

You can’t help the stupid grin on your face. He grabs the toolbox and disappears down the stairs again. While he does need to rest, you get the sense that, just like you, he needs to do something. He’s been in that bed for days and you’re sure he’s antsy. People want to feel like they’re useful. You know you do. So if he wants to play Mr. Handyman, he’s more than welcome to. So long as he takes a proper rest after.

While he handles things in the basement, you start the wash and then scrounge around for something to pull together for lunch. By pure luck, there were tons of canned food and non-perishables at your landlord’s place which should last you and Eddie for some time.

You and Eddie.

One day. One fucking day together and you’re inseparable. Whatever happened really must have scared him. But, if you’re honest with yourself, he wasn’t the only one whose life flashed before their eyes. Granted, you were clearly in nowhere near as much danger as he had been, but it was still scary not knowing what was happening as the world shook around you. Mentally, you thank whatever god there may be that Eddie was spared and you were able to find each other.

You’re making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches when you hear Eddie bounding back up the stairs. There’s a lot of shuffling and swearing before the door bangs open.

“What are you doing?” you ask with a laugh.

Eddie steps backward into the apartment, a guitar strapped to his back as he pulls an amp up the remaining steps. “Babe! Look what I found in the basement! They’re in good condition too. Barely even used.”

“That’s great but what about the hot water?”

“Oh, that’s fixed. Just a few loose pipes. Should be good.”

“Are you kidding?! It only took you a few minutes to fix and here I have been without hot water for months!”

“Babe, you’re missing the point.” Eddie spreads his arms wide, a goofy grin on his face. “I have a guitar and amp again! My pretty lady got lost in the quake along with all my other shit.”

“Well, I’m very happy for you two.” You kiss him on the cheek. “Wash your hands, I made lunch.”

“Thank god. I’m fucking starving.” He carefully rests the guitar against the couch before washing his hands in the sink, grinning when the water comes out hot. “See? I’m cute and useful.”

“And completely covered in dust and grime.”

With a shrug, he takes off his jacket and t-shirt. The jacket gets tossed on floor while he chucks the shirt in the trash, before stepping out of his pants. That leaves him in his underwear and socks. Not that you’re complaining. Eddie grabs the plate you hand him, laying several loud kisses on your cheek and making you laugh.

“Hey,” he says when you draw away. His eyes are hooded and he staring at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. “I love you.”

Your heart stops and you stare at Eddie with wide eyes. Did he just…? There is no possible way you misheard him. His words were as clear as day. “It’s just a sandwich, Eddie.”

He smirks. “You know I’m not talking about the sandwich.”

“I know.” You take a deep breath, sliding your arms around his neck. “I love you too.”

His smile widens and he bites his lip. “Fuck yeah.”

A quick kiss and then he’s pulling away, walking over to the sofa like he didn’t just destroy and rebuild your whole world with three little words. “Can you get me one of those beers?”

Your landlord had plenty of alcohol, all of which Eddie grabbed without hesitation. Once he puts his plate down, you toss him a beer before grabbing your own plate to join him. Eddie eats half the sandwich in a couple of bites before grabbing the guitar. As he plucks the strings and adjusts them, you eat your food.

Looking at the clock, you see that you have plenty of time before the others are supposed to show up for D&D. Hopefully it’ll be enough for Eddie to get some much-needed sleep. Though, judging by the way he’s looking at that guitar, he’s not going to want to. He strums it a few times, seemingly satisfied that it’s in tune. He only puts it down so he can finish his sandwich. He seems better now that he’s eaten and there’s a sereness about him that you can’t help but admire.

Slinging an arm around your shoulders, he leans back against the couch. “Alright, so, we love each other and you’re my girl. I think we covered all the things we needed to talk about right?”

You laugh, putting your plate on the coffee table. “I guess so. Definitely doesn’t leave any doubts about where we stand.”

“Good.”

He cups your cheek and kisses you right after you take a bite of your sandwich. Laughing, you push him away. “Contain yourself, man. I need to eat.”

“But I want to kiss you.”

“Give me, like, five minutes.”

Exactly five minutes later, you’re done with your food, and Eddie’s all over you, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he yanks you into a deep kiss. It takes your breath away and you kiss him back just as hungrily. The temperature of the room suddenly skyrockets. There are too many layers separating you, which is funny since Eddie is half-naked and you’re the one who’s fully clothed.

Eddie pushes you so that you’re laying on the couch, allowing him to hover over you. Your hands are careful as they run up his back, avoiding as many of his wounds as you can. If he’s in any pain or discomfort, he doesn’t show it. Eddie is all about your mouth, his tongue repeatedly stroking yours as he deepens the kiss.

You can’t help but moan, shocks of electricity shooting straight between your clenched thighs. Your jeans are suddenly the most uncomfortable things in the world. Eddie’s hand grabs your thigh and the heat of his palm goes straight through the fabric, practically searing your flesh underneath. His kisses trail down your cheek to your neck, where he playfully nips and sucks until you’re sure you have a hickey. The thought makes you moan again.

“Fuck I love that noise,” Eddie mumbles against your throat. His hand reaches up to finger the button of your jeans. “I already took my clothes off. Seems only fair you do the same.”

“I have a better idea.” You push on his shoulders, forcing him to pull back so he can look down at you. “We both get naked and take a hot, long shower. Then after, we can take a nap. How does that sound?”

Eddie pouts. “Sort of like you’re trying to get me to relax.”

“You are correct.”

“Fine. But only if we can still grope each other.”

“Obviously. I’m insulted you think I wouldn’t still be groping you.”

“You’re the fucking best.”

It was one thing to tease and flirt with Eddie, it was another entirely to actually get naked in front of him. Your nervousness comes as no surprise. All these years you’ve had this idea of Eddie, of what it would be like if you ever got to be with him. Your imagination has built him up so much that part of you is scared. Not of him, fuck no. You’ll never be scared of him. What’s scaring you is how you think he will react to seeing you, all of you, for the first time. What if it’s nothing like you imagined? What if you’re not what he imagined?

Then again, what if it’s better?

You buy yourself some time by letting him get in the shower first. If he senses your hesitation, he doesn’t draw attention to it. He goes into the bathroom and leaves the door wide open. A second later, two socks and a pair of underwear are thrown out into the hall and then you hear the shower turn on.

Your heart races. Like, really fucking races.

After a few shuddering breaths, you remind yourself that Eddie already full-on confessed his love for you without seeing an inch of your body. He’s definitely not going to take it back once you join him. You remind yourself to leave any expectations at the door. This isn’t a fantasy, this isn’t your mind conjuring up romantic scenarios to pass the time. This is real.

Eddie is real.

Slowly, you strip off your jeans and t-shirt, letting them fall on the living room floor. The bra comes next and your panties are last.

In the shower, you can hear Eddie humming to himself. “If you don’t get your fine ass in here I’m going to use up all the hot water!” he calls.

The teasing in his voice is enough to make you break through your anxiety. The bathroom is filled with steam and though his visage is warped, you can see Eddie through the fogged-up shower doors. After one more deep breath for courage, you slide one of the doors open and step inside.

Eddie’s back it to you with soapy water running between his shoulder blades, drawing your eyes down, down, down, to a very adorable ass that is begging for a smack. But that will have to wait. To shower properly, he had taken off the rest of the gauze that had been around his torso. When he turns around to face you, you can see the true extent of his injuries. Deep, stitched-up gashes line his stomach, followed by more scratches and bites on his pecs.

“Eddie, baby…”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

You purse your lips before nodding. “Okay. But, when you feel like you might want to, I’m here.”

He smiles, but then that smile turns into something else as his eyes take in your naked body. You hear his breath catch in his throat. “Fuck,” he says, a hungry expression taking over as he licks his lips. “Come here.”

His arm hooks around your waist and he all but crushes you to his chest, giving you a searing kiss under the hot spray of the shower. He’s slick with water and within seconds you are too, your bodies slipping against the other’s as you make out. Against your thigh, you can feel his cock twitch with interest, swelling until the hardness is unmistakable.

Eddie draws back, water running down his face. “Alright, full disclosure, it’s been a while so whatever we do is not going to last very long.”

Any remaining tension you might be feeling is immediately swept away and you laugh. “It’s been a while for me too.”

Eddie looks down, his hands coming up to run along the length of your arms. He slots his fingers with yours and pushes until your back is pressed against the shower wall. “I just need to look at you. Can’t fucking believe you’re really here. Sometimes I think it’s a trick.”

“Why would think I’d trick you?”

“Not you.”

Again, no elaboration, and again you feel like you’re missing something. “No tricks, Eddie. I’m real.” You take his hand and place it over your heart just like he had done in the hospital. “Just me and you.”

It’s like something snaps inside of him. The next thing you know, he’s kissing the breath out of you, his hands running over every bit of flesh he can reach. His mouth finds your neck again and all you can do is cling to his arms and let him touch you. All you want to do is let him touch you. Your back starts to slide down the tiled wall and you and Eddie sink onto the floor of the tub. Your legs automatically fall open so he can rest between them. There isn’t much room and the two of you are pretty cramped but at the same time, Eddie’s pressed right against you and that’s all you want.

His kisses trail along your collarbone and start to move lower, and lower, until he’s at your breasts, dragging his tongue down between them before latching onto one of your nipples.

You gasp at the sudden sensation, sliding your hands into his wet hair to take two large fistfuls. There’s nothing you can grab onto for support other than Eddie. He’s the only thing grounding you, keeping you in this reality. His tongue lavishes your nipple with attention, swiping over the bud again and again until it’s so stiff it almost hurts. He hums in satisfaction, his hand cupping your other breast and giving it a playful squeeze.

Liquid heat spreads through your veins before settling low in your belly.

Eddie releases your nipple with a wet plop, admiring it with hooded eyes before leaning up give you a harsh kiss. “God, your tits are amazing.”

Before you can respond, he’s latching onto the other one, playfully tugging on it with his lips. Your body is covered in goosebumps and your core throbs for the same attention he’s giving your breasts. You’re not above begging and you open your mouth to do just that, but then he’s moving again, working back up your chest and back to your lips.

“Don’t have much space here,” he says, his hand sliding down between you. Fuck it’s like he can read your mind. “I want to get my mouth on you but this will have to do.”

Two fingers swipe between your aching folds and you inhale sharply, drawn in by Eddie’s big brown eyes. His pupils are blown wide with desire, making his eyes look black. Two obsidian gems glinting in the terrible bathroom light. His nose bumps against yours and while you tilt your head up to try to steal a kiss, he hovers his lips just out of reach. One finger pushes into you and you arch your back, breasts pressed flush against his chest.

Only then does Eddie kiss you, nibbling and biting at your lips while working his finger in and out of your greedy body. You keep your hands buried in his hair, your nails scraping his scalp as you tug on the dark strands. Your body is flush with heat, your hips desperate to move along with his hand but lacking the room to do so.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet,” he hums between kisses. “Can’t wait to feel you around my dick.”

He slides a second finger in, and when he crooks them just the right way, your body spasms with desire as he hits just the right spot. Your thighs are quivering and your body is starting to ache from being on the uncomfortable floor of the tub but fuck if you care. Not when Eddie’s touching you like that and kissing you like this. You want to touch him too, want to feel the weight of him against your palm but there’s no space so all you can do is keep your tight grip on his hair and chant his name.

His fingers are way better than your own. And as far as fantasies go, none of yours ever prepared you for the carnal lust that takes over. Nothing in the world matters anymore. Everything fades to black and the only thing that draws your focus are the two fingers working your body into a frenzy.

You come quicker than you’ve ever come in your life.

It builds so fast that your brain doesn’t even register what’s happening until your body locks into place and waves of desire cascade over you. Eddie draws back to grin down at you, clearly pleased with himself as he works you through your orgasm. He doesn’t move his fingers in and out, just keeps them buried and rubs that sensitive spot over and over again until you’re too overstimulated to handle it.

You grab his arm, forcing him to stop. “Fuck, Eddie.”

“That’s the idea.”

Soon. But not now. Not here. You want your first time with him to be a little more special than that. But that doesn’t mean you’re done fooling around. Fuck no. Pushing on his shoulders, you force him back and under the spray of the shower. The movement causes his fingers to slide out and your core clenches at the sudden loss, desperate to keep him where you want him most. You’ll get there. There’s something else on your mind at the moment.

“You should stand up,” you tell him.

Eddie does without hesitation, stumbling a little in the process. His back hits the wall and you take the opportunity to rise on your knees. With the angle, it’s unavoidable anymore and you find yourself face to face with his thick length. He’s so hard his cock is sticking straight out, begging for your attention. A bead of precum gathers at the tip and you immediately swipe your tongue to catch it.

Eddie swears and runs both hands through his wet hair to push it back from his face. “Fuck, babe! You don’t have to—"

There is no way you’re letting him finish that sentence. Because now that you’re there, you absolutely fucking have to suck him off. You wrap your lips around him, sucking gently, teasing his slit with the tip of your tongue. One of Eddie’s hands reaches out to press against the shower doors while the other falls to your shoulder. You want to tease him, to draw this out and work him up into a frenzy of needy desire. But you don’t have the patience. Not now at least. Relaxing your throat, you take him in as far as you can, trying not to gag when he bumps the back of your throat.

“Shit, shit, shit…” he swears.

Your eyes flicker up to meet his, giving him one hell of a visual. You, with your mouth stretched wide around his impressive girth. He’s looking at you again like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. And then, you start to move, working your mouth up and down his length clumsily at first, but then quicker, smoother when you get the right rhythm. He’s too big to fit all the way (which is fucking exciting and something you can’t wait to experience later) so you use your hand to stroke the rest of him, moving in tandem with your mouth. Within seconds, it’s no longer the water making him slick. The heady taste and scent of him are intoxicating. Hawkins could explode again and you wouldn’t even notice.

Eddie is a fucking mess.

He hasn’t stopped talking since you put your mouth on him. “Fuck, fucking hell, you’re so good. God, your mouth is fucking heaven!”

His hips are jerking along with your movements and the hand that was on your shoulder now grips the back of your head. Eddie barely has any self-control to begin with and now, in the heat of passion, he has zero. He’s fucking himself in and out of your mouth and it’s the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever experienced.

“Not going to last! Not going to last!” he warns you, trying to give you time to pull off if you want.

You don’t.

It’s not long before he grows impossibly hard against your tongue and then he’s coming with a surprisingly high-pitched whine. You swallow around him, still sucking and stroking, milking him until the very last drop slides down your throat. He slumps against the wall, spent as you let his softening cock slip from your mouth. Your knees are aching and the water is cold now. Before you can stand on your own, Eddie is grabbing you by your upper arms, tugging you up and yanking you into a painful kiss. He doesn’t seem to care that he can taste himself on you. If his groan is any indication, he likes it. He likes it a lot.

“I’ve wanted to do that for way longer than I’ll ever admit,” you say between kisses, your arms wrapped around Eddie’s neck.

“You’re a fucking goddess.”

You feel his body shake and suddenly he almost falls. You manage to catch him before he does, swearing. “Shit!”

Eddie gives you that lopsided grin of his, still blissed out from his orgasm. “You make my knees weak, babe.”

You roll your eyes affectionately. “Let’s get you out of here. You need to lay down.”

“Yeah, probably.”

After quickly washing up, you turn off the now freezing water and jump out of the shower. You wrap your towel around yourself and get a fresh one for Eddie. He’s looking a little pale and moving slower than he was before. Thankfully, his stitches seem okay.

“Dry up and go lay down in bed. I’ll be there in a second,” you tell him.

“I love it when you boss me around.” He leans in for a quick kiss, which you happily return, before finally getting a chance to slap his ass as he walks by. He jumps in surprise and blows you a kiss as he goes.

Before joining him, you throw the load of laundry into the dryer so he’ll have something to wear after. You also take a second to do a giddy happy dance because fuck was that amazing. In the bedroom, Eddie is busy drying off when you join him. With no clothes or underwear, once he’s done he tosses the towel onto the floor before collapsing naked onto your bed. You don’t bother to get dressed either. Copying him, you dry off and join him under the covers.

“I could sleep for a thousand years,” Eddie mumbles into the pillow as you pull the comforter up around you both.

“Well, we have D&D later so maybe just a few hours for now. Tomorrow you can sleep all day.”

Eddie hums in agreement, tossing his wet hair out of his face. Turning on his side, he pulls you towards him. “C’mere. Snuggle me.”

He drags you across the bed until your back is flush against his chest, which is like a furnace. You scootch back until his thighs hit the back of yours and you’re as close as you can possibly be, warm and secure. His arm slides around your waist and he places a few lazy kisses on the back of your neck before he’s still.

“Who know the rebellious Eddie Munson was such a snuggler.”

“Don’t tell anyone.” He’s still mumbling like he’s on the brink of sleep and barely hanging on. “You’ll ruin my reputation.”

“Then I shouldn’t say anything about that very loud noise you made when you came?”

You can feel his grin against your shoulder blade where he’s resting his cheek. “Hey, I only made that noise because my girlfriend gave me a fucking amazing bj.”

Girlfriend. He says it so casually like it’s the simplest thing in the world. Like you two have been together forever and not a few short hours.

“She might give you another once we take a nap,” you tease.

“Oh no, once we get up, I’m returning the favor.”

“Mmmm, I like the sound of that.”

Eddie chuckles and presses a few kisses here and there before he grows still and silent. Minutes later, you hear the steadiness of his breathing and feel the slow rise and fall of his chest against your back. He’s fast asleep and even though you’re exhausted, you’re not quite ready to close your eyes just yet.

You want to lay here and enjoy the feeling of his arms around you, want to bask in the afterglow of your shower festivities. The words you keep telling yourself are still on repeat in your mind.

Eddie’s here. He’s safe. And he’s yours.

Not only that, he loves you. He really, truly loves you and clearly has no qualms about saying it. Eventually, exhaustion takes over. Your eyes drift close and you fall asleep, wrapped in Eddie’s tight embrace.

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limerental · 2 years

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ficletober day 31 - geraskier with implied geraskefer

It's the night of the annual Halloween party at the Rivia-Vengerberg manor, and a host of supernatural creatures are about to arrive. Too bad Jaskier, the resident party planner and werewolf, forgot that tonight's a full moon.

And this is my last ficlet boys! No warning's for this one. It's just kooky goofy Halloween nonsense. Featuring the Witcher cast as varying creatures in a nebulously modern au.

Hopefully you've enjoyed reading my weird little ficlets this month as much as I've enjoyed pooping them out every day.

“Fuck,” Jaskier swore, cursing the Universe. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

In a perfect storm of unfortunate events, the first guests attending his annual Halloween shebang hosted at the Rivia-Vengerberg manor were due to start arriving in under an hour, the party supply store down the street had had a woefully small stock of fake spider webs, leaving the house scantily underwebbed, Lambert had just called to say he would be late with the keg, the Spotify playlist he had made for the evening suddenly seemed like it was in the wrong order, and he had forgotten, in all of his planning, to account for the fact that tonight was a full moon and that he, Jaskier, was the resident werewolf.

More pressingly, he’d misplaced his favorite pair of fishnet tights.

“Geralt,” he called down into the basement, voice pitched louder than was probably necessary. “Geralt, are you still sleeping down there? It’s nearly evening. Time to wake up.”

He tiptoed down the stairs, not really wanting to invite Geralt’s ire if he had woken up on the wrong side of the coffin. The vampire had never appreciated his manor being the site of Jaskier’s annual party but tolerated it for reasons unknown.

In the basement, he crept past the hot water tank and pool table and assorted cardboard boxes to approach the stone coffin set on a raised dias at the back of the room.

The lid stood propped open, and the pale vampire was sitting up rubbing at his temples as though he already had a headache.

“Geralt, I can’t find my fishnets,” said Jaskier, and Geralt sighed. “Oh, don’t sigh."

“I didn’t sigh,” grumbled Geralt, sighing some more.

“I can’t possibly pull this Dr. Frankenfurter costume together without a good pair of fishnets. I’d just be a sad, goth drag queen rather than– Geralt, are you listening?”

“No,” he said. “What time is it?”

“Nearly six,” said Jaskier. “Pay attention, my friend. Fishnets.”

“I’d check Ciri’s room,” mumbled Geralt. He rubbed at his face a while longer, making no move to rise from the coffin. Jaskier immediately bounded up the stairs but paused at the top, dangling on the hand railing to poke his head back into the basement.

“Oh yeah,” he said, “and I forgot uh… it’s a full moon. May have slipped my mind during the party planning. So like. When I wolf out when the moon rises, don’t let me bite anybody. That would be a smidgen embarrassing, wouldn’t it? Nearly as bad as a few years ago with the ice sculpture.”

He ducked up the stairs before he could hear Geralt’s likely judgemental answer.

Truthfully, nothing could be as bad as the ice sculpture.

And, fortunately, he was a fairly tame terrifying creature of the night. Gnawing non-consensually on people’s flesh was not his thing, even when transformed into a mindless wolf creature.

From what he had been told, because no matter how hard he tried, Jaskier could not remember his monthly episodes, his wolf form was not much different than his human one, except with less vocal skills and slightly better dance moves.

Horrible taste in music though. One year, his wolf form had ruined his Spotify Wrapped by playing Nitty Gritty’s Fishing in the Dark for seven consecutive hours.

Jaskier entered Ciri’s room with trepidation. She technically no longer lived here, off on interdimensional time travel adventures doing whatever it was a teenaged girl with universe-hopping superpowers did, but it still felt wrong to intrude on her unnervingly pastel childhood bedroom. There were a great deal of unicorns and far less half-dissected dead rats than there had been when she lived here.

Geralt was right of course, and he found his fishnets flung over the back of her desk chair. He thanked his lucky stars that they were not hopelessly tangled, and he had not had to dig through a young girl’s underwear drawer. He had half-worried that Yennefer would emerge suddenly from a darkened corner just when he was wrist-deep in bras.

The witch had yet to show herself today, though he knew she was somewhere in the house because someone kept adding My Chemical Romance songs to his trial run of the Halloween playlist blasting through the bluetooth speakers in the living room.

“Yennefer!” Jaskier called, nearly face-planting down the ornate grand staircase as he tried to pull on his fishnet tights and scurry down them at the same time. “Quit looming in the shadows like some gargoyle and help me with my corset!”

The witch materialized without a sound before him, and he did trip down the last few steps into the faux cobweb-strewn foyer, sprawling on his ass on the blood-red rug. If he did not know that Yennefer dressed like Morticia Addams every day of the year, he would compliment her Halloween costume. As it was, he scoffed at her lack of creativity.

“Come on, Yennefer, you could at least mix it up a little,” he said, wrinkling his nose as he leapt to his feet. “You of all people should fully embrace the Halloween spirit. Wear some jewel tones or something. At least one color.”

“I’m an immortal witch who lives with a vampire and an idiot werewolf in a secluded, haunted manor on a hill,” she said. “Every day is Halloween for us.”

“It’s not really haunted, is it?” he asked. “I haven’t seen any ghosts.”

“Haunted by your irritating presence."

"Yennefer. Help. Corset."

“Turn around,” she said and began to lace and tighten his corset with sharper tugs than strictly necessarily. “Isn’t it a full moon?”

“Yes, yes, I forgot the moon phase. No need for everyone to bitch at me about it.”

“I’m certainly not bitching,” she said. “Wolf man you talks far less. I could do without the leg-humping though.”

Jaskier made an apologetic gesture.

"Don't lie. You love the leg-humping."

Yennefer scoffed.

When he got drunk enough, he was prone to humping Yennefer’s legs even in man form.

Ciri was the first of the guests to arrive, spiling through a shimmering portal into the middle of the living room. She was dressed as the Thirteenth Doctor, and a unicorn stepped through the portal behind her, wearing a Dalek eyestalk covering the slender horn on its forehead.

Jaskier considered reminding her that this household had had a firm “no horses allowed inside” rule since the infamous Roach in the attic incident, but he wasn’t actually certain if unicorns counted as horses or were just vaguely horse-shaped. Ciri glared at him like he had brought it up anyhow. It was probably rude to accuse a sentient being of being a horse when they weren’t, and Jaskier was nothing if not a considerate and gracious host.

Living with several people who could either read his mind or knew him so well that they didn’t have to was just inconvenient.

Not long later, Eskel arrived dressed as a lumberjack with enough casserole dishes of assorted food to feed dozens of people, holes cut in the lumpy beanie on his head to accommodate his curved succubi horns, and Lambert showed up only a little late with the keg, wearing a leather jacket and cuffed jeans, grinning as impishly as expected, given his nature. His sharp, little teeth glinted, and his hair was slicked with grease around the pointed nubs of his horns.

“No poodle skirt?” Jaskier called, grateful for the arrival of the beer but unable to avoid giving his least favorite of Geralt’s weird brothers at least some shit.

Lambert flipped him off. His forked tail casually snagged a pigs in the blanket from one of the platters Eskel was arranging.

“I’ll be the one laughing tonight, Wolf Boy,” he said. “How’s that moon feelin’?”

“I have another hour at least,” said Jaskier. “It’s barely dark out. Speaking of, where the hell is Geralt? He’s not going to hide away in that creepy little crypt of his all evening. He’s supposed to stop me from using anyone as a chew toy.”

“What are you supposed to be anyway? A sad, goth drag queen?”

Jaskier gasped in scandalized affront, just as another My Chemical Romance song began to play from the speakers, and he hurried off to fix his playlist once again.

Triss Merigold showed up bearing several bottles of wine in a blush-pink Playboy bunny costume that clashed horribly with her red hair, and his flagrant ogling of her exposed bosom was cut short when the very scary Philippa Eilhart stepped up to press a hand to her lower back. She was wearing tufted wolf ears and sharp fangs, plus a bright red cape, which he personally felt was a bit derivative of yours truly but was not about to open his mouth to comment and risk being turned to ash.

The rest of the Coven of Sorceresses, or whatever they called themselves, appeared one after another. There were several among them dressed in sexy witch costumes, which seemed nearly as uncreative as Yennefer, who technically had refused to participate.

Fringilla Vigo had apparently missed the sexy part of the memo sent by the group and was dressed in full stereotypical wizard regalia, complete with moon and stars cape, pointy hat, and long faux beard. She got tipsy on Merigold’s wine very quickly and kept accidentally smacking people with her oversized wizard staff, giggling girlishly.

“Geralt?” Jaskier called into the dark basement. “The party’s in full swing, you know. I could transform into a significantly hairier fanged beast at any moment. Geralt, are you busy moping? Is this because the unicorn is allowed in the house and Roach isn’t?”

“I’m not moping,” said Geralt, decidedly moping in his coffin. “I’m meditating.”

“Your brothers brought beer. And those tiny biscuit-swaddled baby hot dogs you love so much,” said Jaskier. “Regis just showed up. He’s dressed as Dracula again, which… come on, does no one have even a small shred of creative integrity anymore? I know he’s a different flavor of vampire than you, what with the whole ‘doesn’t burn in the sunlight and isn’t allergic to garlic’ thing, but it isn’t that a bit of an offensive caricature? He’s talking with a really bad Transylvanian accent. That should be my gig tonight!”

Geralt’s inability to eat garlic bread was really, horribly, desperately sad to Jaskier, so he brought it up in conversation as often as possible, just so that Geralt knew he hadn’t forgotten that Jaskier was incredibly supportive of his depressing garlic-related plight.

“Go away, Jaskier,” said Geralt. Rather than go away, Jaskier took a running jump and vaulted himself into the coffin with his friend, only poking him a little in the shins with his tall, heeled boots.

“Are you having a case of the Mondays?” he asked. “Are you in blood withdrawal? Is it really the unicorn? I can ask it to leave but it does have a four foot sword on its forehead, so if it stabs me right to death I–”

“It’s not Ihuarraquax,” said Geralt. “Or blood withdrawal. Or… it’s not even Monday, Jaskier.”

“As previously-stated, I rarely have any clue what day of the week or month it is, Geralt.”

“I’m just not feeling up to partying tonight.”

Jaskier snapped his fingers.

“Case of the Mondays, it is.”

Geralt stared at him with a miserable expression.

It was not much different than his usual look, but after years of strange, supernatural friendship, Jaskier considered himself a connoisseur of Geralt’s varying moods and quirks. Most werewolves and vampires did not prefer to spend any length of time in each other’s presence, but even Jaskier’s wolf form was unusually attached to Geralt. It was often him he ended up using as a chew toy, after all.

“You mind if I stay down here for my shift?” Jaskier asked.

"You'll miss your party," said Geralt, his voice almost a whisper.

"Naw," he said. "I'm already going to miss it. Wolf me would probably spend the whole night line dancing again or something."

For a while, they just sat facing each other in the coffin, staring, and Jaskier dropped his chin to rest on his folded knees. He knew he must look as moon-eyed and dopey as usual while getting a good look at Geralt, but that was hardly his fault.

They called it puppy love for a reason.

Without consciously doing so, Jaskier's breathing slowed to match Geralt's even breaths, and he had the fleeting thought that maybe the vampire was faking a bummed out mood to draw him down here, where a relaxed, meditative state would ease the inevitably painful trauma of his transformation.

It didn't suck sometimes. Living with a house full of creatures who knew him so well.

Through the narrow slats of the basement windows, the moon rose bright and full in a crisp, black sky.

Over the thumping bass of a colorful gathering of drunken misfit supernatural creatures, a wolf began to howl.

#my fic #the witcher #the end!!!!!#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #this is just so silly babes

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madame-bavarian-cream · 1 year

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AOT characters and music they’d listen to:

feat. Levi, Mikasa, Eren, Jean, Erwin, Hange, Armin, Sasha, Connie

But it’s really specific and not at all based off of people i know 😀 (i never ever do this but it was a thought that wouldnt leave me alone).

Eren:

i’m sorry am I supposed to believe this dumb mf doesn’t listen to only tiktok songs w/o any awareness of him doing it???? He’ll be like “hey have you heard this new song?” 😄😄and its just an edited version of a song made by the neighbourhood years ago 😕 PLSSS sir diversify your tastes!!! he obsessively listened to that “my money don’t jiggle jiggle” song unironically. Before tiktok, he would only listen to music on that Top50 spotify playlists and the only playlists he had saved outside of it was one mikasa made for him. 😐😐 Also he hasn’t listened to the sza album and thinks the big boys song is on it (keep up 😤😤😤)

Levi:

i was so close to just saying he doesn’t listen to anything “why do u need music when you can just appreciate the silence??” BECAUSE SIR music sounds GOOD!!! 🤨🤨this is why i’d think he’d listen to shit like Kaleo?!?!?! 😭😭😭 idek just something that litterally does not evoke a single emotion . its just like . there . He probably might listen to the lumineers on occasion (ik theyre really good don’t come at me🫣🫣) poor bb would probably like heavy metal if somebody ELSE played it for him (he would never admit to it tho) bc its something Kenny used to play when he was younger but never asked him what kind of music it was to search it up himself. 🥺🥺

Mikasa:

my sweet girl. :( she is a fiend!! she is a pinchrest, lana del rey, mitski, rina, bjork, tv girl, marina girly thru and thru🤩🤩(im not pulling this from my spotify i sweAR) shes so deadfaced about it. she shits on all those weird coquette girlies tho!! (as she should queen!!!) Never will admit to listening to it tho, and not because she’s embarrassed but because she doesn’t want anyone thinking she relates to the themes/subject matter (bbg why are you lying🥲🥲) But that’s okay because we can consume art critically! 😁😁😀

Jean:

oh dear god. save this white man pls. 😢😢ok okok he actually has pretty good taste in music. hes the type that argues “i love all kinds of music just not country” (but ya know hes singing along to 9 to 5 everytime it plays on shuffle🤭🤭) he’s also very idgaf with the type of music he listens to and for that reason he’ll put you onto amazing artists!!! I feel like he listens to a lot of Omar Apollo, Sega Bodega, Dominic Fike, idkkk. He also listens to A LOT of Brent Faiyaz, the weeknd, and Gunna.😍😍BUTT I also will die on this hill that he used to love Eminem and would memorize all the lyrics (jeanboy is the real slim shady)😙 i luv him, he burns cds for all his friends (yes eren too) but will hand them off so nonchalantly and will be so careful in making the order of the tracks (yes eren too) and everyone will mock him for being so loving (yes eren too). Anyways I headcanon that jean is very very open with giving out all his love to his friends, always hosting everyone (yes eren too), wears his heart on his sleeves, tells his mom every little detail about them, and has the entire checklist for being a good friend down. anyways this isn’t unfortunately a jean post :( i luv him so much actually. also a big radiohead fan for some reason !😝😝

Hange:

I WAS SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE!!!!!! hange has the best music taste and nobody expects it . (except me duh because i luv hange so so so so much 🤨) hange listens to what spotify categorizes as escape room music on their spotify wrapped. They listen to Eartheater, arca, bjork, coucou chloe, kilo kish, dorian electra, UGH I JUST CANT NOT ARGUE THIS ENOUGH!!! 👹👹hange’s dragging erwin and levi to the concerts and erwin’s grandpa ass is so enthusiastic for no reason (go white man go 🤠🤠) but like thats not all?? they also listen to artists like sevdaliza, florence, caroline polachek!!! HANGE LOVES WOMEN!!!! 😤FKA TWIGS, iamamiwhoami, kelela, kelsey lu :)))))) i feel like hange just loves :( it started out with trying to annoy levi with the weirdest sounding music ever but it turned out,,,,they really liked this kinda music (thx levi) Now he’s stuck with all their car rides consisting of hange whispering eartheater songs in his ear from the passengers seat right next to his ear. (also obsessed with any song they can gather people to dance along with #justdanceking) 🤞🤞

Erwin:

erwin’s weird. he’s a weirdo. in case ya haven’t noticed. 😭😭 idk why his is so hard to think of??? He’s an unironic Rosalía stan and claims he luvs latina singers!! 😡😡i hate him so much. ok ok ok he’s a mariah carey, whitney houston, beyoncé, fan. He also loves like 2010s girl group music like fifth harmony, little mix, etcetera. 😫He cries to aretha franklin and nina simone. but he also knows the verses to Nicki’s songs :) i love him so much. ❤️

Sasha + Connie:

they listen to the same music idc idc! Bad bunny, playboi carti, the weeknd. Connie went thru a bart simpson vapor wave/juice wrld phase. 😐😐😐He wouldve still been posting about XXXtentacion if Sasha didn’t smack some sense into him 😠😠(everyone say thank you sasha) Sasha also listens to lots of Britney i havta say! also loved the neighbourhood, arctic monkeys, etc growing up. I luv her so much 🤭🤭

Armin:

my sweet darling boy grew up listening to emo rock and goth rock growing up. he hid it from everyone tho! instead he listened it to full blast on his headphones for hours at night and thats why today he says “huh.” 😕after every sentence someone says :/ hes grown out of it now but he still can belt out the lyrics to black parade anyday! went crazy over King for a Day bc Kellin Quinn AND Pierce the Veil?!?!?!😳😳 Now he loves screaming along in eren’s ear! 🤪🤪

#aot #aot headcanons #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyoujin #hcs #eren #levi #mikasa #erwin #sasha aot #connie springer #armin attack on titan #eren jeager headcanons #mikasa ackerman #levi ackerman #sasha braus #attack on titan headcanons

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10 songs I’ve been listening to lately :) —> tagged by @number-one-hog-hater (thank you sm I appreciate it!)

Apologies because my music taste is truly all over the place

1. Im pretty much always on the hunt for new music so I haven’t been listening to this that long but this song comes from my favorite album at the moment! This artist actually only has 88 monthly listeners on Spotify but I found it on Bandcamp.

2. This song really surprised me when I found myself listening to it all the time! It’s very good really upbeat if you like that sort of thing, it reminds me of quite a few characters. I love Side Hustle- another band that deserves more attentions 120 monthly listeners but again I do find most of my music elsewhere.

3. I actually don’t like many songs from this artist but I love this song! It’s so upbeat and it reminds me of summer in a way only a few other songs can.

4. Is another song that truly reminds me of warm weather and shaved ice and travel in general is Daylight! My mom is actually the one who influenced me liking Matt and Kim.

5. Another Matt and Kim song I just can’t not add, it has everything Daylight has and it’s really interesting that this song reminds me of both characters and people I know.

6. Everything about this song has me tripping over my words trying to explain how much I loved it when I first found it and how differently I find myself loving it now. At first I found it had an odd sound to it but I still liked it and then the first change in the song happens and you sort of just sit there like “will it do it again?” And then it does but better than the first time. This artist has 3 monthly listeners please check them out such a unique sound.

7. Another summer song I highly recommend! Cup Cup is actually so good their other songs are amazing but this has got to be my favorite!

8. This song is something I found on a whim and instantly fell in love with the sound, everything about it made me want to write again and love my interests because I just kept thinking “someone made this and it is so beautiful” and I can make something beautiful. In other words this song makes me feel really upset in a good way, you’ll get it when you listen to it (if you do 🙏)

9. Wow this song. The sound the lyrics the tempo the rhythm, truly everything has entrapped me in this song. It’s faster than the last song but it’s sort of in the same genre but it is amazing. (Another artist that deserves more love with only 767 monthly listeners!)

10. I could do so many more but why not end this list with a bang, I found this song I want to say two years ago, unfortunately it’s been lost on me a bit but it’s a song that is full of love and it’s upbeat and it’s something I remember really loving at the time and I still do love it sitting here going through old playlists and listening to them made me think about how I’m a very different person than I was, this song sort of foreshadowed songs I listen to today :)

Again sorry when I talk about songs I really talk about them and how they make me feel even if I can’t quite describe it.

Tagging: @evil-wtch @manywinged @milo-is-queer @thyqueerblueberry @the-names-kam @thedudewithfivenames @denfucker (sorry if you’ve already been tagged!)

#Spotify #iasip #new music #my music taste is all over the place #thanks

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persephoneflouwers · 1 year

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Hello Angie!

I hope you don’t mind the novel but hey you wanted to share thoughts so here I am!

Rationalize is a big word but me thinks this is happening for various reasons, you tell me what you think about these options:

- Louis has this persona of “not wanting to grow up” so a younger girlfriend fits what everybody knows about him. She also seems to be tailored to the het audience who wants to “date him” and might identify with her. You know, sort of what El 1.0 was in 2012, the girl next door sort of thing but still “a fashion model” (who does no modeling, lol). But these pap pics feel precisely planned to make her look like a fan, so the message seems to be if she can date him, all fans can too! He’s a normal dude dating a normal girl who looks just like you! Buy tickets to his concerts and you might get lucky (because I can pretty much guess she’s gonna disappear real quickly and he’s going to be *available* and party boy during tour 🥲)

- There’s extra gayness in the documentary so having a son wasn’t enough. Seems unlikely but who knows? Rainbows can’t be erased from his tour shots, so I guess it’ll have to be addressed in some way.

- Also having a new romance in general helps with publicity, so for him to be talked about before the doc release. I still would have picked a higher profile, maybe another musician girl, if you really needed to sell a certain image AND benefit Louis and expand his audience, but again let’s be real I think his PR is incompetent. If I have to give them the benefit of the doubt, maybe the fan, down to earth girl angle is what they actually wanted to achieve with picking a good-looking nobody (back to point 1). It’s clearly benefitting her more than him (she went from 5K followers this morning to what, 35K now?)

- last wild though, maybe there was something with Eleanor wearing his clothes and still posting from his house that didn’t sit well with someone? So they needed to make a point? Wild but we’ve seen worse so keeping all options open.

I genuinely don’t know, but a mix options 1 and 3 seem the more rational. What do you think?

Last thought: I really hope she was ready and well informed before agreeing to this, but the whole shitshow with the Pinterest pins and Spotify playlists tells me there was a level of naivety on her end which is alarming. She was probably guided into this by a reckless agent with who knows what promises and it scares me. I don’t mind the age gap (my parents started dating when she was 18 and he was 29), but I do mind the fact that she’s likely too young to handle the hate she’s getting, regardless of the economic gains she’ll get from this it’s going to be traumatic if you don’t have the right support to handle it/maturity.

Hello, angel! Thank you for sharing <3 I will slowly go through your thoughts and explain what I think.

1. The forever young boy is interesting, bc Louis comes off as the loud hyperactive guy sometimes. Unfortunately I think they burned this option out when they gave him a fake kid lol

2. I think feeding such a dream to his fans is a huge underdevelopment, but it’s loyal to his fanbase origin. Still. It’s so cringe for me that a 31 yo man with a kid goes out with a young girl who pins tiktoks and random tattoos researches on Pinterest. It’s counterproductive, dumb and lazy. I don’t look at them as examples and I don’t expect them to do smart shit. we’re talking about rich people growing up as completely detouched from normal world since they were teenagers. Me and them, you and them? We’re not the same as them. I hoped he was smarter than this tho. Of course this can be useful as promo for the doc… will it tho, we know how his team and the media treat his content and projects, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they wouldn’t get any coverage not even with these pics. I don’t think that’s how you expand a fanbase or get more people curious in his work.

3. I think Eleanor simply wanted to be out for whatever reason. I think they replaced her with a new one bc E wasn’t going to engage with bg. She has never and she won’t (so far). I hope this new girl did her homework because fandom is hard to manage.

#casella di posta numero 32

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bohemian-rhapsody-in-blue · 2 years

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For the ask game: 🥳 🎤

I hope you'll feel better soon 🙃

I do feel a lot better now, thank you!! I so appreciate your concern and your ask—thank you for sending 💖

🥳: What always cheers you up when you’re in a bad mood?

- Writing out all my feelings in an angry or anxious Notes-app rant. Usually, it helps me to put words to what I’m feeling and get the buzzing, swirling thoughts out of my head and onto my screen.

- Listening to music. Especially if it’s really loud. Sometimes I listen to the same song on repeat, especially if it’s been known to comfort me (more on this below), but it also really helps if the music is a playlist I’ve curated to have all the songs in the same or similar key signatures that flow into each other cohesively. In fact, the process of making that kind of playlist also makes me feel better! Which brings me to:

- Doing an activity to distract myself. If I’m just sad and need a pick-me-up, reading or watching Netflix—generally silly and fluffy sitcoms, romcoms, or anime—works well. But if I’m angry or anxious and the thoughts are swirling around and my brain is going mmmmmmmmmm like an anxious little microwave, I need to do something that fully immerses me and leaves no room for my mind to wander back to “oh god I’m gonna ruin my life and flunk out of everything and everyone will hate me”. What works well for this is drawing, making playlists, or writing a string-quartet arrangement of a song I really like (maybe one I have on repeat to comfort myself!). If I come up with more things, I’ll add them here.

- Sorry to get all “blorbo from my shows” on you, but—watching Cowboy Bebop. Since I’m so obsessed with it, watching it is generally an immersive enough experience that it can successfully take my mind off the Anxiety™️. (The tags have a list of my favorite episodes to watch when I’m sad—I originally had them written here, but they were taking up too much room.) I swear to God, once I was really sad and my roommate walked in to see me watching Cowboy Bebop, while wearing a Cowboy Bebop shirt, with my Cowboy Bebop toys. That was a hard day. But honestly, when I’m sad, just immersing myself in my current obsession/special interest—whether it be Cowboy Bebop, Avatar: The Last Airbender, The Great Gatsby, or Star Trek—usually does wonders to make me feel better. Just being in the presence of The Thing will bring me joy.

- Being with my friends. Usually I like to be alone when I’m upset, but sometimes I need them as a sounding board for my problems/feelings or just to hug them. Just asking my friends for hugs, and the fact that I have friends who are happy to give me hugs upon request, feels amazing. 10/10, highly recommend. (Unfortunately I can no longer do this since I’ve come home from college and my friends are across the country…and Internet hugs just aren’t the same.)

🎤: What album or song is currently on repeat for you right now?

I already answered this in this ask from @wheredotheducksgo, but I don’t mind answering it again—especially since I mentioned listening to songs on repeat as a thing I do to make myself feel better! The two songs that generally really help with this are Roaring 20s by Panic! at the Disco and Everybody Talks by Neon Trees. I dunno what it is about either song, I just really vibe with both.

And I may as well take this opportunity to dump some other songs I’ve recently been listening to on repeat, as Spotify’s “On Repeat” playlist helpfully tells me: What Planet Is This?! by SEATBELTS (my all-time favorite song in the entire Cowboy Bebop soundtrack), Dance Macabre by Ghost, Shape Of My Heart by Sting, Period by CHEMISTRY (yes I’m a weeb shut up), Last of the American Girls by Green Day (there was a time when my entire “On Repeat” playlist was Green Day’s album 21st Century Breakdown with the occasional Cowboy Bebop piece sprinkled in), Good Life by OneRepublic.

[More Random Cute Asks]

#thank you so much for the ask!#this was fun to think about and i am feeling better now :)#if you do play any of these song recs i highly recommend playing ‘roaring 20s’ followed immediately by ‘what planet is this?!’#i did that once in a dj session and the effect was MAGICAL #also don’t @ me about period—i know citing an anime opening is cringey but it legitimately SLAPS and i will defend it to the death #ask #answered #shakespearestolemyurl #more random cute asks #okay as promised my favorite cowboy bebop episodes to watch when i’m sad:#IF I NEED TO LAUGH #session 11—toys in the attic #session 17—mushroom samba #session 22—cowboy funk #IF I NEED A DISTRACTION FROM MY FEELINGS™️#session 5—ballad of fallen angels #(it’s not a happy episode at ALL but dissecting all the symbolism and foreshadowing is an excellent distraction!)#session 7—heavy metal queen #session 9—jamming with edward #session 14—bohemian rhapsody #the first three quarters of session 18—speak like a child #session 19—wild horses #most of these are lowish-stakes bounty-of-the-week episodes that i know will end well in a non-fucked-up way #(with the significant exception of the ending of ‘speak like a child’)#(which never fails to rip out my freaking heart)

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oh i love getting recommendations!! it’s super helpful! as soon as i can, i’ll listen to emotion + spotify’s ‘this is’ playlist for her! im honestly not much of a pop girly (hozier is also my exception!!!! im way more into oldies/rock/metal tbqh) but i do love lorde, and ive been told their styles are a bit similar!

pls don’t apologize for talking a lot! i eat it up! i love reading your thoughts actually. and im so so excited for your new series omg like i can’t even explain how much im looking forward to it! that snippet had me internally screaming, like im SO excited 😭

and unfortunately, im actually in a worse spot than eastern us, im canadian 🫠 currently dealing with heavy smoke as well, and a bunch of my family’s areas have been evacuated. (jsyk if i don’t send an ask in a while it’s not bc i forgot, my area just lost internet access </3)

Holy shit I am so sorry!!!!!! Please make sure you and your family are safe!!!!! That is the number one priority here!!!!!!!!!!! The internet does not matter so long as you can breathe properly!!!!!!!

Seriously, please, safety is a priority. I can talk nonsense another day!!!!!

Though, if you find yourself safe and bored, the pop girl you're going to want to listen to is Rina Sawayama. She has a lot of rock influence in her music. XS, STFU, and Frankenstein are just some examples and they are all just SO GOOD, specifically Frankenstein which ends in a great drum solo. Cannot recommend her enough. She's AMAZING, and so talented, god bless her.

Wait also if you love Lorde, fun fact! She wrote all of melodrama in the diner right by where I went to college, during my senior year! Can I blame her? Absolutely not! Those chicken tenders hit ™ at 2am while I was in the middle of cramming for finals LMFAO

Also, if you would like another little taste to hold you over (and hopefully bring you some joy as climate change comes for us all) here you go:

We love ourselves a silly man!

Regardless, PLEASE STAY SAFE!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3

#lyn needs to stop talking #STAY SAFE OUT THERE!!!!!!#hope you enjoy the silly things in the meantime

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Oh my god, 🤭 lmao! I’m sure you’re a great kisser. I honestly, didn’t even question it. It’s okay, we can be overthinkers together (one of the main reasons I can’t get to sleep 😪). For sure, if you can sit through it then what the hell, right? Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen them all as well.

You do? Oh, you poor soul. 🤭 I don’t even know where to start, how does one even go about something like this? 🤔 (Oh no, don’t you dare… that’s the lowest blow of them all! 🫠 There you go again — mutual… it’s so mutual. 😩)

I suppose, but my plans were interrupted :( don’t tell anyone… but I’m thinking about sneaking off to bed to avoid my responsibilities. 🫣 Wait… just hold on, a walk at like three or four in the morning… by yourself? Forgive my paranoia but, like, are you trying to get murdered? 🤭 Curing boredom, maybe… uh, sleep? I know it’s the weekend and all — I’m a little jealous it’s only just Saturday where you are, my days go so much quicker — I’d like to be a day behind.

Sounds similar… my spotify is so neglected and I still need to listen to your DFTR playlist but I’m a procrastinator.

Kisses through the phone I can definitely do. 😘💗 Kisses sent, waiting on delivery. You’re very welcome!

Yep, no, definitely not a brat by any means. Of course you can’t I’m such a good girl most of the time and it just never happens.😌 Obviously. Not on here, not yet, no. I have some ideas floating around though.

You have a theory? I don’t know what else I can tell you, I’ve given you so much to work with already.

-🌸

I'm paranoid to the point of questioning myself right now if I'm really a good kisser. Maybe my entire life people have lied to me. And like, how could I even know about that? So many thoughts to think about right now, what the fuck. So yeah, let's be overthinkers together LMAO. Every time I have an identity crisis I'll cry in your lap.

Oh, I'm all about sneaking off to bed to avoid my responsibilities. We could just leave everything behind and go live in the woods for all I care (and it reminds me of my jokes about thayblossom and us being cult leaders… but on second thought I'd look good in a white dress in a self-sustaining community telling people that modern society is doomed, and i'm sure you would look so pretty in a white dress… not that i'm telling you to marry me haha 🤪). Well… in my defense it was only 2am when I left LMAO. And I'm back home, so… not this time, unfortunately or not. Okay I promise I'll stop with the self-deprecating jokes now, it's just stronger than I am.

Oh my god I totally forgot that we're living in like totally different days??? This is so weird lol. But yeah, I should probably sleep. It's five twenty-two am, fucking hell. I swear I'm gonna die.

But don't worry about it honey, that playlist is just a messed up brainstorm that I threw in there with no context at all lol. The songs readers rated are great of course, but mine are… well, mine 🫣 And I'm getting sleepy and dumb and would definitely like a kiss from you before I actually fall asleep. But life is unfair.

Ideas floating around… would you mind sharing them, good girl? 🤨

And it's not a theory, it's like… 99% sure and I just don't know what to make of it (and if I've totally thought of the wrong person it's going to be pretty, erm, uncomfortable LMAO 🫠)

#t asks #🌸

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chaoticoverthinker · 2 years

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Blog #33

September 6th, 2022

September 1st marks the 10th anniversary of Ruben’s passing. I don’t know how my aunt is taking this moment but I hope she is doing well. There was an illustrated saying; “Sometimes holding on does more damage than letting go” and that couldn’t be far more than the truth. I’m not saying to forget and move on. We accept the fact, as we all go through the fifth stage of grief and honor his memory.

On a lighter note, there are pumpkins and leaves decorations at the workplace on the first day. But, if I see one Christmas decoration on the first day of November, I will scream! Two days ago, we bought a second refrigerator. You might ask, “why? Especially when we bought a new refrigerator months ago.” Good question. I was asking the same and mom said ‘there wasn’t enough storage to put away food’. If you look, there are always pots and containers of food all over the place. Indeed that’s one of the reasons why. It turns out, that’s not it. My niece is turning 15 and she will be having a quinceañera. In case you don’t know what that is, it’s a coming-of-age occasion to celebrate Hispanic girls’ birthdays when they turn 15. It’s the equivalence of the U.S. sweet 16. Because my folks contribute to such events like this, we and by we, I mean them, would go out of our way to go above and beyond. And that’s why I blame them for making me a reliable person because this trait led me to become a rush review rep at work. Speaking of work, what a smooth transition, the quince party will take place close by to my workplace. Apparently, the venue is nice, according to Tyler. So, I figured I would investigate this venue to see for myself. I don’t attend such parties mostly because I’m an introvert, but I just thought, why not? Back to the point. Daniela is the reason why we have a second fridge in the house. There is one thing I agree with Tyler. When Daniela gets married, which makes me feel old, that fridge is going with her like a child in custody.

On September 5th, 2 and a half years later with the ongoing pandemic, New Japan fans were the first ones permitted to cheer again in Korakuen Hall. It was a fantastic moment, something I haven’t seen in a long while. Moreover, referee officials were allowed to be mask free during matches as I saw Sakamoto Yuya’s face for the first time since he joined the New Japan staff last year. I’m sure that other Japanese promotions will follow suit and will allow fans to cheer and I look forward to it, starting with NOAH. In addition, we celebrated dad’s birthday and I’m pleased to see him still kicking it. Although we don’t see each other eye to eye, I appreciate him for everything.

On this very day 6 years ago, I started my first day working at Kohl’s and I never thought I would give my 5 year time with such a fantastic company which brings me to my final point.

After a long delay, I finally got started on my Spotify playlist on my 4-day Labor Day weekend and tried to release it today but I underestimated myself with the number of songs on my list. After 4 days, I added almost 1100 songs and I have maybe 900 songs left, give or take but I hope I’m wrong because I will lose my mind if I have to sit through the whole day sitting in one spot and adding songs for 10 hours straight!! Unfortunately, there was a slight hiccup. Because I’m a perfectionist freak, some songs weren’t added alphabetically starting with the number 5 and the letter B. Again, I’m in the middle of the L’s which is in the 1000 number range. Because of my stupidity, I will have to start over again….after I finish adding the rest of the songs to the playlist. That’s the first objective. After that, I will categorize the songs by creating a separate temporary playlist until all the songs are correctly categorized by the artist’s name. Lastly, I will chop some layers off by listening to all the songs to determine what songs will not be included in the Final Cut before releasing it publicly next month. Why? Since I didn’t meet my ideal deadline today, I figured it would be fitting that I will release the playlist on the date of my last day working at Kohl’s and this will buy me more time. Also, I’m sure there are songs that I’ve never heard of and I added them to the playlist just because. That should buy me plenty of time to properly finalize things. Unfortunately, after all the resources and endless hours of research, I could not find that one song.

#diary entry #personal blog #september #kohl's #spotify #anniversary

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hopeless-weakness · 2 years

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2022 Books I’ve Read

126/150

Daddy’s Best Friend by Kelli Callahan

(Once Upon a Daddy book 1)

⭐️⭐️⭐️

“You’re going to stay with me and focus on school.” He narrowed his eyes. “This isn’t up for discussion, so don’t even try. I know you want to make it on your own, and you will, but you’re my responsibility until then.”

After getting a full scholarship that didn’t include room and board, Chrissy gets invited to live with her father’s best friend. Her dad died when she was little, so she lacked that sort of parental guidance. Not to mention she always felt less than and a little ignored. But don’t worry, because her new roommate Greyson will change that. But she’s his dead best friend’s daughter…and he has to respect that boundary. Unfortunately for Greyson, he has to tempt fate and become more controlling. This was a different kind of daddy than I was expecting. This is very much a father figure. And it was kinda icky at times. Mostly because she was so immature and naive. Which bums me out because when we were first introduced to Greyson, I giggled and I thought I was in trouble. But it was mostly disappointment. I was a bit confused by the end. I just can’t understand why the adult had to grovel, when he did nothing wrong but have an appropriate response to a real serious situation. I know the rest of the series exists, so maybe I’ll revisit it again another time.

My Favorite Quotes:

• “Turn around and take your punishment like a good girl.”

• “I could make it hurt if I wanted to.”

• “You’d have to pull my panties down for that, wouldn’t you.”

• ‘She’s not a good girl at all. There’s a she-devil hiding behind those curves.’

• “You know what you’re going to get-and you know the position.”

• “I would have been glad to apologize with something besides words.”

• “Oh, you little tease. You’re mine now.”

• “I want to look into your eyes and tell you that you’re beautiful-that you’re a woman-the only one for me.”

6/10 Age Gap

3/10 Dirty Birdy

5/10 D/s

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#book review #goodreads #booknerd #booklr #reading playlist #romance novella #age gap romance

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andydrysdalerogers · 2 years

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Love To Hate You ~ A Chris Evans Story ~ Chapter 2

Pairing: Chris Evans/OFC Angela Wagner

Summary: Angela Wagner has been best friends with Sebastian Stan for years. Meeting in Vienna and following each other around the world has formed a bond that couldn't be broken. No matter how much Sebastian's other best friend, Chris Evans, tries.

A cruel comment sets the stage, and the frenemies makes sure to let each other know how much they love to hate each other.

*** this story will have situations and scenes that are not suitable for younger readers. Smut, infidelity, degradation, dirty talk and foul language are your warnings.

Chapter 2 of 13 - Chapter 1 Here

Playlist available on Spotify.

Chapter 2 - Trouble's Coming

Chris had always been hesitant to accept a role that could radically change his career. He really didn’t want to play another superhero but when Robert Downy Jr. takes the time to convince you differently, you go for it. So here he was, boarding a plane to London from New York, for something that would change his world forever.

Sitting in the first class seat purchased by the studio, he went through his routine of flying. Stretching out, making sure his music and book were easily reachable, pillow and blanket for sleep. He didn’t noticed the guy who sat next to him until he accidentally bumped him.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” The guy reached over to put his bag under his seat and put what looked like a script into the pocket of the seat in front of him.

“It’s all right.” He looked up at the guy. “You look familiar.”

“So do you. I’m Sebastian,” offering his hand for a shake.

“Chris,” taking his hand. “Wait, didn’t I audition with you?”

“Umm,” Sebastian studied his face. “Yes, for the role of Steve!”

“Right! Hey man, how’s it going?”

“Good, man, really good. How about yourself?”

“Same. Just headed to London for filming. You?”

“The same. What film?”

“Captain America. I got Steve.”

“No shit! Bucky,” he pointed to himself. They shared a laugh and talked the rest of the flight, getting to know one another.

Chris took a sip of his beer. “Did you leave a girl behind?”

“My best friend, Angela.” Sebastian showed a picture. Chris looked at the phone. The girl in the picture was smoking hot. Fiery copper hair, bright green eyes, creamy complexion. Chris felt his pants tighten slightly at her image.

“Oh, you guys really serious?” Please don’t be, he thought

“No, I’ve known her since I was twelve. We met before we moved to the States together.”

“Well, she’s smoking hot.”

“I’ll let her know. I don’t see her that way.” Sebastian shook his head and laughed. “Been too long and she knows too many secrets.”

“I hear you, man. But at least I know I got a wingman in you, Stan.” Maybe I’ll get to meet this girl soon.

“Same, Evans, Same.”

Chris and Sebastian became close friends in the months of working together. On their nights off, they would hit the town, picking up girls, drinking, smoking. It was easy for them, two single guys in London. Chris could have sworn that the pussy in London was way better than in the States. And he tested the theory every night.

A couple of months in, Sebastian started to freak out. “Seb, what the fuck is your problem?”

“Sorry, its just, I got a message from Angela. She’ll be here at the end of the week. I’m just so excited to see her.”

“Does that mean I’m losing my wingman?”

“No, just means I’ll bring her along. She used to live here when she was a kid. But she’s cool. Don’t worry about it.”

Chris thought about the girl from the photo and wondered how she would be in real life. He had already managed to think of all the things he would like to do to her, ruin her for anyone else. But he didn’t want to ask Sebastian if it was cool to ask her out. Seb, unfortunately, had already seen the womanizer in Chris and would probably flip at the idea. Didn’t mean that Angela wouldn’t want it though.

On the day she was due to arrive, Chris was at Seb’s flat, watching him run around. He wanted to laugh at the effort Sebastian was putting in for this girl.

“Chris, seriously, can you at least use a napkin when you drink that?” Sebastian was exasperated with his new friend.

“I dunno why you are making such an effort for the girl you don’t even bang.” Chris took a swig of his Boddingtons and kept his eye on the TV.

“Chris, I beg you, don’t talk like that in front of her. She is my absolute best friend and I want you to like her and her like you.”

“Fine, Stan whatever.” Chris waved his hand around. He didn’t understand the dynamic of Sebastian and this chick but he respected Sebastian enough to respect his wishes. Sebastian took off to Heathrow and Chris headed to his own flat. He couldn’t get Angela off of his mind. It was like she was unattainable and that made him want her even more.

The next day, he arrived on set, waiting for his call, when he heard a commotion outside the trailers. A crowd had gathered around. He headed over.

Dominic, Neal, JJ and Hayley were crowded around another pair. When they parted, he saw Sebastian and what he could only describe as an angel. “Angie, this is Chris. Chris, this is my Angela.”

“Its nice to meet you, Chris.” Angela spoke with a faint accent, which made Chris want to drool and she extended her hand and looked at the man in front of him. Chris kept his composure and subtly checked the object of his wet dreams out.

“Nice to meet you too.” Chris took her hand. “I feel like I know you Angela. Sebastian is always talking about you.”

“Same.” He took her in, more beautiful than he had imagined. Sebastian pulled her away from Chris, talking about visiting other cast mates and other parts of the set. Angela had turned to look back at him and his heart leaped. He never felt like this about anyone.

The next couple of weeks were torture for Chris. All he wanted was to bury himself in Angela but she didn’t show any outward desire of him. He went along with the hanging out, just as Sebastian suggested and got to know her. A hot shot photographer, making a name for herself. A former Londoner, but he quickly learned that she had been well traveled due to her father being an ambassador. His desire of her went up and up.

A few nights before she was due to leave, Chris arrived to the party Sebastian was hosting for the crew. He hoped to make his play for Angela tonight. He spotted her. She was wearing a white, off-shoulder wrap top and skinny jeans with black heels. Her copper hair was up in a long ponytail that gave Chris wicked thoughts.

All night, they just kept missing each other, being pulled in different directions by different people. At one point, he watched her leap into Sebastian’s arms. His furrowed his brow until Sebastian yelled out, “Hey everyone! My best friend is going to be photographer for Vanity Fair!” Everyone clapped and cheered for Angela, who blushed from the attention.

As the party went on, Chris decided to wait until the crowd thinned out to talk to Angela. He was near the bathroom when Dominic approached him. “You’ve been quiet, Evans. Usually, I see you with a girl or two wrapped around you.”

“I’m just taking it easy tonight.” Chris smirked. “A quiet night hurt never hurt anyone.”

“Yeah right, ok.” Dominic rolled his eyes. “What do you think of Sebastian’s friend?”

“Who? Angela?”

“Yeah, that Angela girl is hot.”

“She so is.” Chris took a drink.

“I wouldn’t mind getting to know her if you know what I mean,” Dominic said with a wink.

Chris laughed. “I would tap that if I didn’t think it would cause problems with Seb.”

“You are a love them and leave them kinda guy, Evans.” Dominic said with a laugh.

“What can I say? Too many girls out there, so little time.” Chris smirked. “Maybe she wants it. She is a fine piece of ass.”

“Maybe she doesn’t want to get whatever you have, Evans,” Angela said with venom from behind him.

Oh fuck. Chris closed his eyes and turned around. “Angela.”

“Don’t talk to me Captain Asshat!” Angela spun around went to her room and closed the door.

Chris followed her to her room and opened the door. He saw Angela sitting on the window seat with a tear falling. “Angela, I…”

“Get out Evans! Get the fuck out!”

Chris knew what he said was not the nicest but the anger coming out was not what he had expected. “What is your problem? It was a compliment.”

“Compliment? Are you serious? Objectifying a woman is not a compliment.”

Chris started to get mad. “I wasn’t.”

“You think I would want a fuckboy like you?”

He saw red. Who the hell did she think she is calling he names? He didn’t know what he saw in her anymore. She had been so closed off the whole time she had been here which at first Chris found sexy and now just bitchy. “Watch your mouth, ice queen. You’re such an icy bitch, you should be happy that someone wants you.”

Angela scoffed. “Please. I know I can do better. The girls only want you because you’re a movie star. If they got to know you they would move on to better things.”

Chris and Angela squared off in the room. Sebastian stood in the doorway, opened mouth. “Chris, Angie…”

“Stay out of this Rață. This had nothing to do with you,” Angela said.

“Finally, something I can agree with,” Chris said, his tone laced with hate.

Sebastian didn’t listen. He moved in between them with Dominic and Hayley following suit. Dominic put his hands on Chris’s chest to push him towards the door. Hayley stayed in the middle with Sebastian pulling Angela closer to the window. “C’mon Duck, just stop.”

“He started it.” Angela pointed at Chris. Chris balled his fist up but allowed himself to be pushed out of her room. He paced in the living room with everyone staring at him. He could hear the conversation happening in her room.

“He thinks I’m just some piece of ass, Sebastian.”

“I’m sorry Duck. I didn’t know…”

“I want him gone.”

“Duck, please.”

“Sebastian, either he leaves or I’m going to a hotel.”

“Ok, ok.”

Sebastian walked into the living room and saw Chris. He pulled him into the hallway and closed the door. “What the fuck!”

“Seb, I’m sorry. I didn’t know she was behind me when I was talking to Dominic.”

“You need to go Chris.”

“Seb…”

“Chris, look I figured you liked her but seriously man, you couldn’t just shut up for a few hours.”

“So you’re taking her side?”

Sebastian sighed. “I’m not taking any sides. I’m going to talk to her when everyone leaves.”

“Whatever.” Chris started to make his way out of the building. Who the hell does Angela think she is?

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