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𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 [𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄] — 𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐂𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐍𝐀𝐌-𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐘

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summary: it's four years into your relationship with Alycia but you're still not on the best terms with her parents, so you're forced to spend a week at their mansion and grow closer. Of course, it's not so easy when her dad hates you.

warning/s: none.

author's note: here’s part three, hope someone reading likes it haha. also i’m trying out a new layout for my imagines with hopes it’ll speed up putting it together on tumblr (as i copy it over from wattpad and have to format it which is annoying lol) - feel free to let me know what you think or if you prefer the old layout! :)

Four years later...

"I'm still not too sure about this, Alycia."

Alycia looked at me and raised an eyebrow playfully. Her blue-green eyes were practically bursting with amusement, and she obviously found my discomfort hilarious, as usual.

"For the millionth time," she said, and she wasn't exaggerating, "it will be okay! They know we've been together for a few years now, and they know that you mean a lot to me, so stop panicking!"

As always, I nodded and released a breath I was unaware I was holding. Despite having met Alycia's family a few times before, I was still nervous because this time was different. It wasn't a meal at night and then say goodbye, it was staying for a week and getting to know them better. Sounds easy, right?

Wrong.

Not only were her parents insanely intimidating, but they were also loaded with millions of dollars, and they didn't seem to like me very much.

"Miss Debnam-Carey, we have arrived," the driver from the front of the car informed Alycia.

Yeah, a driver. Her parents sent for someone in a car (that probably cost more than all of my belongings put together) to pick Alycia and I up. All through the journey, I had been freaking out internally and failing to hide it on the outside.

"You ready?"

It took me a moment to realise that Alycia was talking to me. I looked to her, and the humour that was painted on her face throughout the whole journey was gone and replaced with reassurance.

"As ready as one can be when they are about to epically embarrass themselves in front of their loved one's parents."

Her adorable giggle echoed in the backseat of the car as the vehicle came to a halt. "I got you, Y/N. Don't worry."

The door to my right was opened by the driver, who had stepped out of the car without me noticing. I took a deep breath before stepping out of the vehicle. Only for my jaw to drop. Their house was beautiful.

Or should I say mansion.

The whatever-it-was was huge, spreading across a large amount of land. Only in front of me I could see a white, stone-carved fountain that was spouting crystal blue water, which was obviously artificially enhanced but beautiful nonetheless. Around the fountain was a cobbled pathway that led to the front door and around the driveway. Surrounding the mansion was acre after acre of empty land, being used for various rich-people activities.

If this was what the front of the grand house looked like, how did the rest look?

I felt someone's hand push my jaw close and I looked to my left to see that humoured grin on Alycia's beautiful face again. "Don't want to catch flies now, do we?"

I rolled my eyes but smiled, already feeling better knowing that she was still the same old Alycia I had fallen in love with. Despite the millions her parents owned.

"Come on," she said with a smile, lacing her fingers through mine and tugging me to her side a little. "I'll show you around."

—

"And that's the golf course," she finished, releasing my hand and looking to me with a bright smile. "What do you think?"

Alycia had shown me around the whole of her home and it was pretty hard for me to stay sane when her mansion of a home was freakin' beautiful. The amount of facilities that she had was unbelievable and it only made me realise how much harder this visit would be.

"It's amazing, Alycia," I responded, smiling weakly. "This is going to be an awesome week."

She smiled at my response, but when she saw the worry in my eyes, her smile faded away and she grabbed my hand once again. "Y/N, what did I tell you about worrying?"

"To only do it when I'm worrying about whether there's a ghost living in our flat?"

She sighed and cracked a smile, knowing humour was my defence mechanism to hide my feelings. "I never said that."

I scoffed. "I mean, have you seen the way our doors keep swinging close without anyone touching them?"

"Y/N–"

"Like, seriously. I'll literally be on the other side of the room and bang! The door shuts–"

"Y/N–"

"–and I'll spend the whole day wondering if somebody previously died in that place or if I'm just losing my mind–"

I got cut off when I felt a soft pair of lips press against mine. It was only short, but boy was it amazing. Alycia pulled away and laughed at my expression, which probably resembled a younger me getting my first kiss off Alycia a few years ago.

"You really need to quit babbling sometimes," she said, knowingly, patting my cheek with her hand.

"Sorry," I mumbled, taking her hand and kissing it gently. "I'm just being stupid. I promise I'll act normal now."

She shrugged and grabbed my hand, leading me back to the house. "If you say so, but you can't act like something you aren't."

It took me a few seconds to realise what she'd said since it was said so casually, but when I did, I gasped and looked at her, feigning offence.

"I'm kidding," she said in between laughter. "Sort of."

I waved my hand dismissively. "Oh, okay. That's fine. I guess I'll be sort of kidding when I tickle you!"

"Y/N, don't," she warned me, losing her amusement, and when I took a step forward, she backed up. Green eyes fixed on mine and she repeated, "Don't."

I quirked a brow, resisting the urge to smile. "Don't what, darling?"

It was silent between us, her not moving a muscle as she waited for me to dare make a move. All it took was for me to step forward and she yelped before running away.

"Alycia!" I shouted, chasing after her, but damn she was fast.

She kept looking back every so often to make sure I was far enough from her, so I ran that extra bit faster, closing in on her until we finally reached the house. Running inside, she was out of sight and I immediately slowed down upon entering the main atrium.

Too uncomfortable to be alone in someone else's house, let alone a rich person's house, I forgot what I was doing and tried to swallow down my nerves.

"Alycia!" I whisper-shouted, eyes scanning the space to try and find her. "Where are you?" The uneasiness settled in when there was no sign of her. "Alycia!"

Just when I was about to give up and ring her, I felt someone jump on my back and I automatically caught their legs, holding them upright instinctively.

"Hey, loser," Alycia's voice said into my ear, sending uncontrollable shivers down my neck. She leaned down further and kissed me on my cheek.

I craned my neck so that I could see her face, only to see that annoyingly attractive smirk on her lips all over again. "You're actually so annoying. Why am I even with you?"

She laughed it off. "'Cause you love me, duh!"

"Sure I do," I mumbled, before looking around.

She had shown me around earlier, so I remembered seeing a couch to the side which gave me an idea.

"Giddy up, horsie!" Alycia shouted, whilst patting me on the back simultaneously.

I smirked and walked forward, towards the couch. "I'll show you just how much I love you, Alycia."

She didn't respond, but I could sense her confusion. I headed towards the couch and turned around so that my back was facing it. She eventually realised what I was going to do and tried to jump off me, but I sat down before she could escape.

"Get off!" she ordered, trying to escape from my weight of a body that was currently crushing her and preventing her from standing up.

I purposely pressed myself down on her even more and laughed at her helpless struggling. "I just love you so much, Alycia. I can't help but be close to you!”

Her body was shuffling about beneath me and I could hear her whimpers as she tried to shove me off, but she wasn't strong enough. I thought she would give up, but instead, she began to use her hands, ruffling my hair and slapping my face with them.

"Not–" slap, "so–" slap, "funny–" slap, "now–" slap, "–is it?" she asked between laughter, making me squeeze my eyes close as she slapped me wherever she could.

Even without turning around, I could already imagine the obnoxious smirk adorning her lips.

I stood back up to get away from her, but she clung onto me from behind and began to slap my face again. I tried running away from her, but she wouldn't let go, her arms and legs clinging to me like a koala.

"Alycia! Let–" I tried prying her off me, but it wasn't working. "–go!"

"Then say–" she smacked my forehead, "–you love me!"

We were both as stubborn as each other, so the next minute consisted of Alycia smacking me and clinging to me, and myself trying to pry her off but failing miserably. We were so caught up in annoying each other that we didn't even realise we had an audience.

"Ahem," someone cleared their throat on purpose.

Alycia and I paused and turned to the left, only to see Mr and Mrs Debnam-Carey standing there with raised eyebrows. I looked back to Alycia and saw her mid-smacking my face, and I didn't look any better as I attempted to throw her off me. Oh, God.

"This looks a lot worse than it is." I laughed awkwardly, letting Alycia down off my back gently.

"Mum, dad!" Alycia yelled happily, immediately running to both of her parents and embracing them in a tight, loving hug.

They returned the hug, but their eyes were studying me up and down over her shoulder, and I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable under their gaze. Talk about bad timing.

"You guys know Y/N," Alycia introduced as she motioned to me.

I stepped forward and Alycia grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently for reassurance. She sent a hopeful smile my way and I felt the majority of my nerves die down. Her smile always made me feel ten times better; she had a certain power to make me feel good, and I loved her for it.

"Lovely to meet you both again," I greeted her parents, smiling nervously. I put my right hand out and they both shook it.

"You, too, Y/N," her mum responded, smiling a little. "We're glad you could join us for the week. It'll be good to be able to get to know each other properly."

I nodded in agreement. The reason I'd been with Alycia for so long and not gotten to know her parents as much is because it took her a long time to feel comfortable enough to introduce me, and when she did, I got the vibe that her parents didn't like me as much. It had been really difficult to 'befriend' them, if you will, which is why they invited me over for the week.

"Has Alycia shown you around the house?" her dad asked, seeming as if he were ready to snap his fingers and have someone give me a full-blown tour. Which to be honest, he probably could.

I nodded again. "Uh, yeah. You both have a lovely home by the way."

They smiled kindly and nodded their heads as a thank you. I internally relaxed, glad that I'd said the right thing. So far, so good.

"I'm sure Alycia can show you where you're both staying," her mum explained. "You can freshen up and then you'll be joining us for dinner tonight. We're having lamb. Sound good?"

"Yeah," I said with a nod, before smiling. "Thanks."

They smiled my way before leaving the main atrium. When they left, I let out a deep breath that I wasn't even aware I was holding.

"You looked like you were about to combust into thin air," Alycia noted aloud, an amused smile on her lips. "You okay?"

I flashed her a small smile. "Perfect."

—

Dinner rolled around quickly enough, too quick for my liking. The rest of the afternoon was spent with Alycia and I unpacking and messing about in our room, which was huge by the way. It was beautiful, though, especially with its balcony that overlooked one of the many grounds that the Debnam-Careys owned.

"So Y/N," Alycia's mother began after we had all dug into our meals and awkward small talk was made. "What have you been up to lately? You're doing a teaching degree at university, right?"

I was surprised to know that she actually remembered from our last chat which was a pretty long time ago, but nodded nonetheless.

"Uh, yeah. It's going well. It's kept me pretty busy, but I know I'll achieve something at the end of it, so I don't mind."

"Not too busy to keep Alycia happy, though, right?" her dad teased playfully, though I could tell that he genuinely wanted to know. I always got this vibe that he didn't like me as much, at least compared to her mum.

His comment caused Alycia to flush with embarrassment and sink lower into her seat to avoid being seen, though it made no difference.

I chuckled and glanced at Alycia, lacing our fingers together underneath the table. "Alycia's happiness will always be my top priority," I spoke with sincerity, smiling at the embarrassed Australian beside me.

Neither of her parents responded, but when I looked back at them, her mum was smiling as she looked between us. I wish I could say the same for her dad, but he was studying me like a battle plan, detecting whether I would make the right or wrong move in the future. And so returned my nerves...

"How is your company doing?" I asked them both, hoping to make good conversation and not say anything wrong. "I heard its picked up quite a bit recently. There was that new TV advertisement, right?"

The Debnam-Careys were rich because of their world-renowned summer camps, ironically where Alycia and I first met and she tried to pretend it was her aunt who owned it. It was their number one achievement, I had learnt, and sometimes I was sure that they were more proud of that than they were of Alycia, but I never said anything because it wasn't any of my business.

Alycia's mum finished chewing her food and nodded her head, saying, "It's definitely getting more popular. The advert helped, yes."

I nodded and tried to think of something else to ask or say, but I didn't know what. And all whilst I was trying to think, a good two minutes had passed, it being full of an awkward, uncomfortable silence. And this is exactly what I was dreading.

The whole meal was filled with random small conversations that soon ended with silences, and it was the most uncomfortable thing I had ever had to endure. So, you can imagine how happy I was when it was over.

"They hate me," I repeated for the millionth time, all whilst pacing up and down in Alycia and I's bedroom. "I probably looked like some boring person who has no interests."

Alycia sighed from where she was sat at the edge of the bed, and ran her hands through her hair. "You always overthink things, Y/N. It wasn't as bad as you're making it out to be."

I paused and looked to her with a raised eyebrow. "Are you kidding me? The highlight of the evening was you dropping your fork under the table, only to drop my fork under the table too."

She chuckled and stood up, moving closer to me and taking my hands in hers. "I only did that so I could talk to you under the table."

"I know." I cracked a smile. "And I appreciate the mini pep talk you gave me."

She did that cute smile she does, where her nose scrunched up and her eyebrows furrowed together, and I felt the need to lean in and give her a small but tender kiss on the lips. It certainly took her by surprise, and when I pulled away, she smiled at me with confusion.

"What was that for?"

I moved a piece of hair from her eyes and smiled down at her. "I don't really tell you enough, but I appreciate you a lot."

She chuckled gently. "I love you too, you idiot."

I rolled my eyes playfully, not bothering to explain what I meant. Instead, I leaned in again and kissed her, appreciating the way she relaxed and began to kiss me back. I was certain I'd never get tired of her lips against mine.

—

"You're kidding me, right?"

Alycia laughed and shook her head. "Honestly, I'm not."

I raised both of my eyebrows at her, still not believing a word she was saying. "You've got to be joking! You're seriously telling me that you and your parents did this 'afternoon tea' every single day for three years?"

Alycia nodded and took a sip of her tea. "Between the ages of 9 to 11. They believed it was the key to developing my social skills." She bit her lip as she thought to herself, before adding, "Evidently that didn't work since I'm super awkward with people I don't know, but yeah."

I couldn't help but laugh at her seriousness. We'd been here two days and Alycia had invited me to 'afternoon tea' with her and her parents. Of course, they'd said they were going to be a little late, so Alycia and I got started as they'd wished.

Honestly? It was a little weird, but the little cakes were delicious and Alycia's table etiquette was a sight to see, so this was all worth it.

I wasn't really sure how Alycia's parents felt about me at the moment to be honest. It had only been two days and yet they still made no effort to show me what they were thinking. Alycia assured me that was just their personality, but I wasn't so sure...

"Oh, look, my parents are here," Alycia pointed out, her eyes on the door.

I followed her line of sight, looking to the door on the side of their house (mansion) that led outside where we were sat, overlooking one of their many well-kept gardens. She was right – her parents were here, but they weren't alone.

"Erm, who's that?" I asked, quietly, so only Alycia would hear me. There was a random man stood trailing behind her parents as they approached the table we were sat at.

Alycia was smiling on the outside as the two of us stood up, but I could see the confusion in her eyes. "Not gonna lie, Y/N. I have no idea."

I wasn't really liking where this was going, especially since Alycia was as clueless as I was, but nonetheless, I plastered a smile on my lips and watched as the three figures stopped by the table.

"Ah, girls, sorry we're late," her father apologised, and honestly, I'd never seen him look so happy in the whole time I'd met him. Something wasn't right. "I was waiting for Clayton."

At this comment, he patted the guy's – I guess, Clayton's – back, causing them both to chuckle. The guy was pretty tall, young, handsome, well-dressed... well, shit, I definitely wasn't liking where this was going.

"Sweetie, sorry we're late," Alycia's mum apologised to her, and when she looked my way, I felt like she was apologising to me too, but rather more for what was about to go down. Shit, shit, shit.

"It's fine," Alycia got out, keeping up her smile. She spared Clayton a glance before meeting her father's eyes. "I thought it was just us for tea, dad?"

Her father merely shrugged before motioning to Clayton. "Yes, but I bumped into Clayton here yesterday and thought he'd make a great addition to this event! You remember Clayton, right, sweetie?"

Alycia's forced smile was slowly being replaced with a look of confusion. Meanwhile, I was awkwardly rocking back and forth on my heels and trying not to think about what was happening.

"Charlie and Maggie's boy," her dad explained. "Remember?"

Alycia still seemed lost, and as each second passed, I was slowly losing my mind.

"We were in primary school together," Clayton spoke, a smile on his lips. "We had Miss Penny together?"

Alycia narrowed her eyes as she studied him, attempting to put two and two together. "Clayton... Clayton... wait, I think I– Clay? The kid who had that massive nosebleed in the school play?"

Clayton chuckled awkwardly, looking down to his shoes. "That was– yeah, that was me.

Alycia stifled a laugh as she nodded. "Wow, it's been a long time. I guess, how have you been?"

"Good! Good...," he said cheerfully. I wanted to fall asleep right now, that's how dry this conversation was. "I'm actually in the estate agency business now."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah..."

"Pretty big step up from primary school, eh?" I joked as I tried to make myself present, only to cringe internally at my choice to speak because literally everyone looked my way. The only person who didn't have daggers in her eyes, excluding Alycia, was Alycia's mother. She looked like she was amused, if anything.

"Erm, this is my girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N," Alycia introduced me. "Y/N, this is–"

"Clayton from primary school, I got that," I cut her off, smiling dryly. Thankfully, nobody got offended, but Alycia did send me a confused stare.

"Girlfriend...?" Clayton seemed surprised, but he overcame that pretty quickly as he smiled in my direction. "Nice to meet you, (your name pronounced wrong)–"

"It's Y/N," I corrected him through gritted teeth and a fake smile.

"Right," he did the same. "Sorry."

There was an awkward, tension-filled silence in the air as Clayton checked out Alycia pretty obviously. I didn't bother hiding the glare I was sending him.

"So, shall we get started?" Alycia's dad asked rhetorically, clapping his hands together.

I clenched my jaw as I looked between them both. I didn't think I could stand sitting through a bloody afternoon tea with this guy. God help me.

—

"...and so I knew I had to buy the car off him," Clayton was telling another one of his boring stories as I sipped from my tea. "It holds too many good memories to simply let go of!"

Alycia's dad chuckled like he'd said the funniest thing in the world whilst Alycia and her mum smiled politely. I wanted to leave. I hated it here and it was very obviously why Alycia's dad had invited Clayton here in the first place. Clayton was just as I expected him to be – rich, boring and ogling my girlfriend – and there was nothing I could do except sit and put up with it.

All tea time, Alycia's dad was asking Clayton questions about his life, whilst trying to involve Alycia and engage them both in conversation. Not once had I been spoken to, unless you counted the few times Alycia tried to involve me with an apologetic look in her eyes. So, I hated it here. And I wanted to leave.

"I've actually bought the car with me if you want to see it," Clayton said to Alycia's dad. "It's parked out front. A wonder, really."

"Oh, how exciting!" he exclaimed, before looking to Alycia. "Why don't we go and take a look?"

Alycia quirked a brow, trying to remain polite. "As much as I'd love that, I'm actually a little tired. I think Y/N and I might go upstairs to relax a little."

Yes, yes, yes. We can leave!

"I'm sure Y/N won't mind if you meet her up there, right, Y/N?" her dad asked, looking to me, before saying to Alycia, "It'll only be a moment, darling, c'mon. Clayton is a guest. We can see him off also."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, but said, "It's fine, Alycia, I'll see you after. Your father is right. You should see off your guest.”

Even saying it aggravated me, but the sooner she went, the sooner Clayton would be gone and the sooner I wouldn't have to see him again.

"Very well," Alycia agreed reluctantly, before standing up. "Shall we?"

We all stood up and I was relieved when I walked in a different direction to them, instead going upstairs to our room to collapse on the bed and mentally switch off.

I'd love to say that that was the last I ever saw of Clayton, but it wasn't.

The next morning, when I thought I was going to eat breakfast with my girlfriend in peace, we came downstairs to find Clayton in the kitchen chatting with Alycia's parents. There was an assortment of muffins and pastries in a basket next to them and I instantly where this was going.

"Alycia, my dear, good morning!" her father said with a smile, stretching out his arm to hug her.

She was as confused as I looked, but hugged her father. "Morning, dad. What's all this?" Glancing at Clayton, she nodded. "Clay, hi."

"Clayton here thought he'd stop by to surprise us with breakfast," her dad explained. "Isn't that thoughtful?"

"Sure is...," Alycia agreed awkwardly.

"Your dad said chocolate croissants are your favourites, so there's a few in there for you," Clayton added with a smile, and the way he was staring at her was enough to make me want to throw up, but I simply stared daggers into his head instead.

"I really appreciate it," Alycia said kindly, "but Y/N and I were actually going to head out for breakfast."

At this, everyone looked to me and I was so used to being ignored in that moment that I suddenly felt nervous.

"It was very nice of you to get the muffin basket though," I said uncomfortably. "Looks like some... great options."

Just kill me now.

"Right... well, Clayton is going to be hanging about here today. We're talking business. So, if you're up for a good old catch up, you know where to find him," Alycia's father said to her.

"I will, dad, thanks," Alycia said with a small smile, before approaching me.

I nodded at him before letting Alycia drag me out of there. Only when we were gone did she stop to look at me apologetically.

"I had no idea he was going to be here again," she said guiltily. "I don't know what my dad is up to, but it's certainly not fair on you."

I shrugged uncomfortably. "I knew he didn't like me, but this is a little weird."

"I'll talk to him," Alycia promised, cupping my face and finding my eyes with hers. "He shouldn't be doing this."

I nodded, not sure I could do much else other than agree, and she pulled me in for a tight hug before letting go.

"Breakfast's on me," she promised, kissing my hand. "Let's go."

—

So, whatever chat Alycia had with her father didn't seem to do the job.

Later that same day, I was lounging around and watching TV by myself whilst Alycia was supposed to be hanging around with her mum. But when I finally got up to find her, hoping to join them to cure my boredom, I couldn't seem to locate either of them. And it definitely didn't help that the Debnam-Careys residence was too large for me to search without an inkling to where they could be.

I tracked down one of the staff members, finding the nearest one and hoping they could help. She was a young-ish girl, older than me but still younger than the other staff here, and seemed friendly enough.

"Sorry to bother you, but have you seen Alycia anywhere?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, she's out horse riding," the girl answered with a smile.

Barely remembering where she could be doing that since Alycia's tour had already flown from my mind, I asked the staff member, "Thank you. Sorry, what's your name?"

"Millie," she quipped, before suppressing a laugh when she saw my confusion. "Do you need directions to the field?"

I smiled sheepishly. "Am I that obvious?"

She chuckled before saying, "It's just outside. Walk past the shed over there–" She pointed her finger out of the doors from the dining room, "–and it's the one on your left. You won't miss her."

I sighed with relief. "Cheers, Millie. You're a lifesaver."

She nodded. "Anytime."

Following her instructions, I headed outside and tried not to get lost amongst the greenery. Just when I was on track, I turned to the left and indeed found the correct space where Alycia was horse riding. I began to smile as I approached, but then I stopped when I saw she was with Clayton. What the hell was he still doing here?

Her father was there too, watching from the sidelines, but my eyes were glued to Alycia who was sat on her horse as Clayton sat on his, the two of them side by side and chatting with smiles on their faces. I knew Alycia probably got dragged into entertaining him by her father – she had an inability to say no to her parents, I'd noticed. And I also knew that she didn't like Clayton like that, but it still stung a little to see them together.

Despite her wealth and class, she'd only ever been my Alycia. Nothing intimidating about her. And it was definitely more of a me problem, but seeing her like this... horse riding for God's sake, and with a handsome man who was dressed to impress and had heart eyes for her, only made me feel like I didn't really belong here. She was the daughter of a bloody millionaire and I was me. I'd never even saved ten grand, let alone millions.

And yes, this wasn't her problem. She still loved me for me. And I wasn't usually the insecure type. But right now, seeing her, maybe I was starting to become that.

Not wanting to interrupt and definitely not in the greatest of moods anymore, I returned to the house, sulking.

"Did you find her?" Millie asked, and I was surprised she cared enough to.

"Yeah, thank you. She's horse riding alright," I answered, before scowling to nobody in particular. "With Mr Sucky-Handsome Face."

Millie frowned a little, sensing my disappointment. "Is everything okay?"

I sighed deeply. "Oh, yeah, everything's great. Just having the time of my life watching some dude check out my girlfriend in front of me and try to steal her away. Nothing much."

Okay, so I was salty and it was very unprofessional of me to air my grievances to the staff, but I couldn't help it. Alycia wasn't here and I had nobody else to talk to.

"That's shit," Millie said, surprising me. "Sounds like you need to take your mind off it.

I smiled dryly. "If only it were that easy."

"Well, I was going to start baking some dessert for dinner tomorrow," she said, before suggesting, "Maybe you'd like to help? You could prepare something special for Alycia. I'm sure she'd love that."

I glanced at her. "Really? I can do that?"

Millie laughed. "Of course you can! C'mon. Kitchen's this way."

Surprised that she was offering to cheer me up and also that she was so chill to be around, I smiled a little. "Wow, thanks, Millie."

I spent the remainder of the afternoon helping Millie bake some cupcakes in the kitchen, whilst she also helped me put together a little cake for Alycia. We only got as far as baking the cake part since she had to do her other duties as a staff member, but she promised I could help with the icing tomorrow and to say I was a little excited was an understatement. It certainly did the job of helping me forget about stupid Clayton and his inability to leave my girlfriend alone.

By the time the evening rolled around, Alycia and I were eating dinner by ourselves in one of the many dining rooms of the household. It was nice to finally have her to myself, since she'd been MIA all day, though at no fault of her own.

"So, I should probably tell you if you didn't already know," she began, "but I was hanging out with Clayton earlier today."

And just when I thought I'd forgotten about that.

"It was solely because my dad invited him over and basically dragged me away from my mum," she continued to explain, a hint of regret in her voice. "I really didn't want to."

I shrugged, focusing on my dinner plate. "You can't help it if your dad makes you. It's fine, Alycia."

"I told my dad to back off," she assured me, finding my hand on the table. "He claims it's a business venture. An opportunity."

I almost snorted, but remained cool. An opportunity, sure. An opportunity to steal my girlfriend.

"I don't know what he's told Clayton, but I've made it very obvious I'm taken," she said with conviction, tugging my hand and finally earning my attention. Her eyes were searching mine. "He's nothing to worry about, okay?"

I awkwardly began to smile, really not enjoying this conversation. "I know, Alycia."

She didn't seem convinced, but clearly sensing my discomfort, she dropped the topic. With a nod, she let go of my hand and grabbed her fork to twirl her pasta. Meanwhile, I felt icky at the mere thought of Clayton hanging around her again. Why did Alycia's dad hate me that much that he'd try to set his daughter up with some guy whilst I'm right here? Talk about rude!

"So, what did you get up to today?" Alycia asked, thankfully changing the subject. "You weren't bored, I hope?"

As I remembered this afternoon's events, I began to smile, excited to share with Alycia. "Not at all. There's this girl that works here. Millie? Well, she let me help her bake some cupcakes in the kitchens. Which, by the way, your kitchen's huge."

Alycia tried not to laugh as she watched me. "That sounds lovely. So, where are these cupcakes? Do I get a taste?"

"They're not finished yet," I told her with amusement. "Tomorrow's dessert, love. Also, there may or may not be an extra surprise for you."

"Oh, now you have to tell me more," she insisted, and I laughed at her curious expression.

"It wouldn't be a surprise then, idiot," I reminded her. "Tomorrow. You'll find out tomorrow."

She sighed dramatically but nodded. "Very well. It better be dessert-related. All this talk of cupcakes is making me hungry."

"So what I'm hearing is you wanna go on a dessert run," I said with a nod, already convinced.

Her smile widened. "Hell yeah. Finish your pasta and let's go."

I rolled my eyes at her childishness, but did just that. Maybe today wasn't so bad after all and I was just overthinking it.

#alycia debnam carey #alycia debnam carey x you #alycia debnam carey x reader #alycia debnam carey imagine

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Skeleton's or S/O's dog comes home very proud holding a huge dinosaur bone they just dig out in the garden. Main boys reaction?

Undertale Sans - He loses his jaw lol. Sans is not just a space kid, he's also a dinosaur kid deep inside. He never ran so fast in his life willingly in the garden to check if there was more. He's so excited. When Papyrus goes home, the garden is destroyed, full of holes, and a very dirty Sans is sleeping in one of them. Papyrus is having a mental breakdown.

Undertale Papyrus - ... He makes sure it's not one of his femurs, you never know. But once he realizes it's not, he's really excited! That's clearly skeleton art to display above the fireplace! Sans stares in disbelief as he notices the huge bone a few hours later. It's quite ugly to be honest, but at the same time it's so freakin cool?

Underswap Sans - He's sad he's too late to ride whoever bones it's belonging to. He loves it though. He's going to show it to a museum to see if they're interested in exposing it. He didn't expect it to be a super rare dinosaur and now his garden is ruined because the museum asked to dig to find the rest of it. Welp.

Underswap Papyrus - He's just happy his dog is happy, really. He's celebrating with the dog and dancing, holding his two front paws. He really didn't care it was a dinosaur bone until Blue noticed it and said it was probably worth something.

Underfell Sans - Well shit. He's speechless. He let the dog dig in the garden to piss off his brother but he didn't expect it to bring a giant bone you know. What the hell is he supposed to do of this? The thought there used to be skeletons that big is quite scary actually. What if some of them are still alive? Are they going to die? Are they coming back to life? Ok, he's maybe a little bit panicking.

Underfell Papyrus - He screeches as the dog is running everywhere in the house, throwing dirt everywhere. He doesn't care what this bone is, he just cleaned the house and he's going to kill that mutt in a few seconds if he doesn't stop messing his house. That's why he doesn't like dogs!

Horrortale Sans - Uh. That was unexpected. He pets the dog's head to congratulate him, then just... stay there. Not sure what to do with this. Willow probably won't want that in the house so he just plants it on the floor in the middle of the cow enclosure as a decoration because why not. The cows are so confused.

Horrortale Papyrus - Damn. That bone is as big as he is. How the hell did his dog carry it to him? ... Well, now this is a bit suspicious. Should he be worried his dog has supernatural force? Uh. He's calling Toriel, just in case. What if his dog is becoming a dog monster? That's probably something that should be addressed.

Swapfell Sans - All he sees is free money. He's going to dig the rest of the dinosaur himself, using his own claws. He knows how much it's worth and he's going to make people pay so much for it their wallet is going to explode. This is the best day of his life. Rus is a bit concerned when he notices him later digging the ground like a crazy gremlin in his expensive homemade suit, laughing like a maniac to himself. He discreetly calls Alphys to go check on him lol.

Swapfell Papyrus - He adds the big bones to his "weird things my dog found" collection, right between a part of an alien spaceship and a shark teeth he found in the middle of the city somehow. That's quite a nice addition.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Pfff. You call that a big bone? That's pitiful. He can make bones bigger than this, you're not special. He grabs the bone and blasts it to dust out of jealousy. Only after he asks Google how a dinosaur bone is worthing and faints when he sees the number.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's inspired and paints a nice fresco on the big bone to make it prettier. He then exposes it in his room now that it's matching colors. He thinks it looks so cool. He hopes his dog will bring more so he can do the same with the rest of the skeleton. Somewhere in the world, a paleontologist died of a heart attack.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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whitenight11007 · 2 years

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Ravenclaw headcanons

late nights, EARLY mornings. Survives on coffee, tea, occasionally hot chocolate

the most dedicated readers ever! Will start five books series but knows what’s happening in every single one.

not necessarily great grade students. But tries as hard as heck and could get straight b’s. Loves one study over another, aka has favorites.

loves to stare out the owlery windows at sunrise and sunset. Enjoys the silent castle in the mornings and exploring the generally stayed away from halls.

the common room is definitely not gender ruled. Boys and girls will run in the other dormitories to yell their new idea or freak out about book characters. “We’re all claws, why does gender matter?” Yes obviously they won’t come in if you room says no visitors, they respect others.

I’ve seen a lot of sass talking the eagle knocker. Fully support this with the younger years looking at the older students in awe.

actually swearing a lot cause of where they picked it up in books.

tells slytherins their passwords bc the slytherins will come in for deep late night debates. It gets fierce. Others laughing because they’re debating rocking chairs over straight backed ones.

nyctophilias-huge lovers of the stars and the night sky. The house will all chart the moon and try to all sneak up to the astronomy tower on lunar eclipses.

bibliophiles-lovers of books. If you drop their book, run.

their aesthetic is the sun on a book, curling up in a chair with a friend and a mug of tea, adding notes on newts or owls to the bust of Rowena ravenclaw, laughing at two until your sides hurts, conjuring up a freakin piano to play when others are studying, gasping in complete awe when they see the stars at night, telling other weird random facts, taking pictures of the castle bc of course the ravenclaws have figured out how to get tech on the grounds. Catching the weasley twins in the middle of a prank then laughing and helping them to make it better.

if they dated….

a hufflepuff, it would be the most meaningful relationship ever. Small gifts to each other, friendly games of anything, sharing to each other the secrets of the soul and mind, stargazing with each other, the hufflepuff would help the claw with baking, bc claws are actually really bad at it. The ravens could help them with homework.

a Griffindor, it would be a very playful relationship. They would think up the best pranks together, and none of the teachers know who is responsible. The Griffindor would teach them quidditch and the ravenclaw could (try) to teach them patience. They would fall asleep together from pure exhaustion as they were having a very busy day together. They would eat together and sit together at class no matter house seating

a slytherin, it would be a very deep relationship. It would be talks about their problems at one, or sharing a coffee. They would scheme together and the Griffindors would never get them back. They would walk on the grounds, talking about the meaning of life. At first they were both very nervous around each other. For the ravenclaw, it was the only time life was a mystery. For the slytherin, they couldn’t play it cool and act smart, bc there’s no doubt that the ravenclaw was smarter then them.

being a ravenclaw at hogwarts……..

#ravenclaw x gryffindor #ravenclaw headcanon #hogwarts #harry potter #ravenclaw #headcanon #ravneclaw x hufflepuff #ravenclaw x slytherin #the night sky

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megamindsecretlair · 3 months

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It Started With a Whisper - Chapter 11

Chapter 10 Chapter 12

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some sentences are intentional AAVE. FLUFF. ANGST. Cursing, mentions of grief, violence against Black men, Soft Sam. Sorry if I missed some!

Summary: A year after dating Sam, things began shifting in your relationship as you two grow on this journey through a superpowered world. You go to the Avenger's party after the opening scene of Age of Ultron and later on a date with Sam where he shares devastating news.

Word Count: 4,491k

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You were freaking the fuck out on the elevator. You were in Iron Man’s house. Technically, not yet as you were still in the elevator on your way up. But still. You were in a place only a few were privy to.

Sam stood next you, looking as dashing as ever in a red shirt and black jacket, keeping it casual. You decided to do the same, wearing a simple blue dress and flats. You were not going to fall on your ass in front of these people. At least not from heels.

The doors slid open and a wall of noise greeted you. You tried your best not to bug your eyes out looking at everything. It was so opulent, shiny, and new. The space was huge, obvious since Iron Man had the entire top floor to himself. But still, this place could fit five of yours and it still would be big.

Sam placed your hand in the crook of his elbow, took a deep breath with you, and joined the party. He smiled and nodded at people, seeming to open up further inward. You pinched him every few moments every time you saw an Avenger. A freakin’ Avenger!

Hawkeye stood off to the side talking to a few people. Iron Man was dressed in a dark suit as he schmoozed with people around him. There were a few veterans down by the pool table laughing it up.

“Sam! You made it!” You both turned to the right to see Steve making his way through the crowd. He wore a blue shirt and a brown jacket and you couldn’t help eyeing the similarities in their style.

No wonder they got along so well. They were both old men stuck in the body of thirty year olds. You couldn’t help but smirk as Steve and Sam greeted each other.

“Gorgeous as always,” Steve said, nodding to you.

Your cheeks heated and you giggled. Sam looked at you like you were crazy. Could he blame you? You were on a first name basis with a superhero. Your life was officially nuts.

“Thank you,” you said.

“Enjoy the party. Try to at least,” Steve said. He smiled and moved away but you got the sense that he was unsettled.

Throughout the party, Sam stuck to your side like glue. He introduced you around to the few people he did know. You saw Natasha speaking to a Black lanky man in a suit. Natasha turned her head to you and you waved.

Natasha excused herself and floated over to you. Her red hair was stark against her white dress and she looked dropped dead gorgeous. You told her as much and she waved you off. “I love to dress up when it’s on my terms,” she said.

“I’m stealing her, Sam.” Natasha looped her arm through yours and you turned to Sam. He lifted his eyebrows, asking if you were good. You found the one other person you knew here, so you weren’t completely alone. You nodded.

“Go grab a drink and catch up with Steve,” you told him. Though you were here to help celebrate their win against Hydra, you knew that Sam had to talk to Steve about Bucky. After a year of looking, you weren’t sure how much longer your man could continue. He placed so much stress on himself trying to impress Steve, it was worrying you.

“Come on, drink time,” Natasha said. She dragged you towards one of the bars. Yes, one of them. Iron Man had multiple. You grabbed your favorite drink, sipping it and letting it give you some liquid courage.

You and Natasha talked about your interview and how you took to the job. “I just hope I get it. I will strangely miss the front desk,” you said. You didn’t think that those words would ever cross your lips, but it was true.

You liked working with Ariel and you could hide at the front desk. Running meetings, you were front and center often. And you’d have to defend yourself to a group of people who had been in combat where you hadn’t.

“Hey, outside perspectives are just as important. Everyone could benefit from that,” Natasha said. An Avenger was trying to cheer you up. You really had gone to Loony town. You thanked her and asked about being an Avenger.

“It’s…something,” she said, getting a smile on her face that you couldn’t decipher. “Someone’s got to do it right?”

“Would you like to do something else?” You asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. “Never had a chance to consider it.”

You got the hint that there was more but you weren’t going to pry. You sipped your drink and scanned the room. Sam found his way to the pool table, playing with Steve and some veterans. He looked so in his element, you wished you could take a picture. You were not going to be one of those people.

A booming laugh sounded from across the room and you shrieked a bit. “Got a taste for hot Nordic gods?” Natasha asked.

If you could sink down through the floor, you would. “He’s just so…” You didn’t have the words. He was big, charming, and a literal god. Like…who wouldn’t be obsessed with him?

“Want to meet him?” Natasha asked.

“Absolutely not, I’d die,” you said with a laugh. You may regret it the rest of your coming days. You tried really hard not to let anxiety define you. You refused to end up like your mother, jumping at every single shadow. She had genuine issues but she refused to get any real help for it.

“Come on,” she said. She pulled you by the hand anyway towards that side of the room. You caught Sam’s eye as you did and he followed your path. He grinned and shook his head, noticing exactly where you were going. You mouthed for him to help you and he threw up his hands.

Asshole. You were so going to get him back for that later. Natasha brought you around some veterans by the couches. Thor sat there, telling a really wild story about something called…Frost Giants? You didn’t want to know.

Natasha introduced you as Sam’s girlfriend. Thor threw up his hands like you were long lost buddies. “Sam is a great man,” he said.

Oh god - god- that accent. You only smiled and bobbed your head. So many things you wanted to say got twisted in your mouth, forming a little ball of nerves that made your tongue stop working. Thor, a god, just smiled at you.

“She will be a counselor soon,” Natasha said.

“I don’t have it yet,” you corrected.

Thor smiled. “Ah, I’m sure you will be a fine…counselor,” he said.

“Thank you,” you said, finally able to speak like you had some sense. “And thank you for…all that you do.”

You wanted to die. You wanted to crawl into a tiny hole and never get out. You sounded so stupid. Natasha was enjoying every second of it. She leaned against a couch as you spoke and Thor clapped his hands together. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear it sounded like thunder.

“Team effort all around. I’m only glad I could help,” he said.

A veteran came to punch Thor in the shoulder. “Let me tell you a story now, son,” the man said.

You smiled and waved to Thor as he excused himself and sat down to talk to the veterans. You were sick to your stomach, yet glad that you did get to speak to Thor. He was so gorgeous in his red jacket, long hair pulled behind him. If you weren’t with Sam…you’d be dating some loser. Because Thor already had a human girlfriend who was a friggin’ genius. And there was no way you would even attempt flirting with the man.

Besides, you didn’t want to compete for shower time when wash day came around.

You joked with Natasha and tried to keep an eye on Sam but he was too far gone in the swing of the party. You decided to relax a little. You were not a little kid with a security blanket. You were capable of relaxing and enjoying the party.

Natasha introduced you to a few more people, someone named Rhodey was the same man she had spoken to earlier. Another man named Bruce. You shook his hand. He was adorable with curls and a nice suit. He looked even more uncomfortable than you did at this party. There was also Maria who was also tall and gorgeous, with a beautiful red dress.

You managed to relax as you humanized these people. Yes, they were larger than life and taking on threats no one even knew about. But they were still people. Or human-like in the case of Thor. They were just people who had power who chose to fight for the human race. It was admirable and made you love these people even more. Not only as a fan but now as a…friend?

Were you friends with the Avengers? Was that a thing? They knew your name. Surely, that qualifies as friends right?

A snatch of movement made you look up to see Sam on the top floor, looking out over the crowd. He was in a deep conversation with Steve, sipping on his glass. Probably bourbon of some kind.

He didn’t see you so you were content to look at him, your eyes always drawn to him. He was so damn sweet and kind. This was beyond anything you had imagined for your future. But you couldn’t imagine your life without Sam now.

He was such a huge part of it, you weren’t even scared anymore at the thought. You just wanted to see where else you went and where else you found yourselves. He had been all over the world already, but he said he wanted to explore it again at his leisure with you.

The party was starting to wind down and Sam had come back to your side. You were still talking to Natasha when strong hands circled your waist. His chin came to rest on your shoulder with a deep sigh.

“I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long,” he said.

“That’s okay. I hogged Natasha all night,” you said.

She smirked and shook her head. “You’re way better company than these boys,” she said. She said good night and left you two alone.

You turned in your seat at the bar, facing him. He cupped your face and brought you closer for slow, deep kiss.

It took a moment for your eyes to blink open, but when you did, you looked up into his pretty brown eyes. “You are amazing, you know that?” He asked.

“You are,” you said.

“Home?” He asked.

“Lead the way,” you said.

Sam grabbed your hand and led you from the party. You giggled a bit as you saw an old man being escorted out. He looked like he partied a bit too hard. You ended up yawning on the way down from Avengers Tower, feeling a bit like Cinderella.

You rested your head on his shoulder as all the adrenaline left your body. You naturally felt so safe and calm with Sam, it was like he shooed all of your fears and worries away. On the way home, you barely kept your eyes open as Sam entertained you with his thoughts on the party.

Somehow, you made it to his place and in one of his T-shirts. You closed your eyes for half a second, and he was climbing in behind you, wrapping his arm around your middle and pulling you into his chest.

It was exactly where you wanted to be, forever.

One month later…

You giggled on the phone with Ariel while you got ready for dinner with Sam. Even though it was approaching a year and half with him, he still took you on proper dates. He wanted to see you dolled up.

By now, he’s seen you in your bonnet and still thought you were hot enough to snack on. He’s seen you at your absolute worst, sweating and heaving that time you got food poisoning. And he’d seen you at your absolute best, for your sibling’s graduation and how you clapped and whistled with pride.

Ariel was telling you about Ruby. They had almost been dating as long as you and Sam. “Ya’ll make me so sick,” you said, teasing.

“We make our own selves sick,” Ariel said, full of affection. “I still can’t believe I’m living somebody. Me!”

“I know. Miss Fuck These Hos,” you said.

“Right! That fuckin’ part there!” She screamed and you laughed. You held up two sets of earrings up to your ear, trying to decide which one went better with your tawny brown dress. You felt like being extra fancy, even going as far as to get a manicure and pedicure.

Tonight felt no different than any other night, but if he was going to keep asking you on elaborate dates, then you were going to continue getting pretty for no reason. The dress was a tad too short, showing off your thick legs, but Sam would love it. That’s all that mattered.

The doorbell rang and you told Ariel that you would talk to her later. “Tell Sam to have you home by eleven sharp. I don’t know why you think you grown all of a sudden,” Ariel said.

“Bye!” You cackled as you made your way downstairs with your shoes. Your dad was shuffling towards the door. It seemed like he got slower and slower every day now. He got winded walking up the stairs. Still, you begged him to go to the hospital but he was too afraid to leave your mother for anything other than work.

He opened it, greeting Sam and shaking his hand. Sam talked to your dad, his voice already doing wonders on your body. You descended the rest of the stairs and came around the landing. Sam’s face instantly lit up, taking in your outfit.

You twirled a bit for him, walking over to him and hugging him. “I don’t even know what to say. You are so gorgeous,” he said.

You smiled and patted his chest. “You charmer,” you said. “Dad, take your medicine, please? If you don’t, I’m driving you to the hospital.”

Your dad waved you off. “Son, will you remind this young lady that she is young and should be worrying about herself?” Your dad kissed your temple and shuffled back over to the living room chair.

“Yes, sir, I will.” Sam laughed and escorted you out the house.

“I’m worried about him.”

“I know,” Sam said and kissed you on your temple. “He worries about you too.”

You climbed into the car and soon you were off to some restaurant that Sam picked out. You talked about nothing and everything. You talked all day long and yet when you got in the car with him, you found more and more topics to talk to him about.

You talked about everything. Superheroes, life, the fate of the world, politics, religion. There was no subject off limits between you two. Though you tried hard to stop, there was always something in the back of your mind waiting for the other shoe to drop.

You weren’t expecting Sam to let you down. It was more that you couldn’t trust something that made you this happy. After a lifetime of cleaning up other people’s messes, it was a wonder that you got to keep something for yourself. Sam made you this happy.

After parking the car and holding your hand right up to the front door of the restaurant, you couldn’t help studying him.

“I got something on my face?” He asked.

You giggled and shook your head. “You just make me really happy, Sam,” you said.

He grinned at you, planting a soft kiss against your cheek. “You’re my happy place,” he whispered against your cheek.

Settled into your seats, the evening passed in a hazy like way. You talked and giggled and made fun of each other’s plates. It was like you were watching a montage of the greatest hits in your relationship. You paid attention to the vibe and atmosphere of the place.

Cozy, intimate. The pasta was good and delicious. You ordered your favorite one and spent the night defending it to Sam. He only chuckled and said he still liked you despite your weird choices.

You were perusing the dessert menu, wondering what you could take home. You always found a second stomach for dessert but tonight you were stuffed.

“I need to tell you something,” Sam said slowly. You looked up at him. He wasn’t really looking at you, playing with his napkin on the table.

Butterfly wings flapped painfully in your gut. Was he going to…propose? It had only been a year! You took in your surroundings. It would be a pretty nice setup for it. But, it was too soon right? Right?

“Okay,” you said. Your voice was small, breathy, fear clogging up your vocal chords. You wouldn’t be able to speak had you wanted to. You hadn’t even exchanged I love you’s yet. Did you love him? Could you marry him? Should you be panicking this much?

“It’s about the Avengers,” he said.

You loosed a sigh. Thank God! You didn’t know what you would do if he did propose. Now that he wasn’t, you weren’t that relieved. Did that mean something? Shit, you were turning into your mother.

The last you heard of the Avengers, they had been overseas involved in a huge conflict regarding some kind of sentient robot? The news coverage had been spotty and you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

Watching the news these days has started to break your heart. There was always something major going on in the world. And with these superheroes becoming more frequent, so did the bad guys. Sort of like a chicken and the egg situation. Did the villains come first or the heroes? Who spurred the other to action first?

The devastating effects of what happened in Sokovia was too much for you to comprehend. An entire country had dropped in on itself, killing thousands. The Avengers had stopped that ordeal, but barely. And with so much loss of life. You shivered.

“I do not envy them that job,” you muttered to Sam. You placed the dessert menu down and gave him your full attention. “What’s up?”

Sam took a deep breath and finally looked at you. “I have decided to join the Avengers,” he said.

You stared at him, your head cocked to the side, trying to decipher what he just said. You giggled nervously and shook your head. “Sorry, it sounded like you said you joined the Avengers.”

Sam nodded. “Steve asked me to join. With Tony retiring, Barton retiring, Bruce off world, Thor back in Asgard…he needs a new team. I said yes,” Sam said.

You licked your dry lips. A tickle in the back of your throat burned with a repressed cough. You drank some water. Tears pricked your eyes. Your chest thundered with your heartbeat. Beating wildly against your rib cage.

“Please say something,” Sam said.

You scoffed. “You took me to fucking dinner, knowing I can’t blow up like I want to,” you snapped.

“That’s not why,” Sam said.

“Are you kidding me? Like are you actually joking?”

“No, I’m not. I have a chance to do good in the world. Way more than I did as a pararescueman. I can help people on a global scale,” he said.

“Fighting aliens and robots and shit? Are you nuts?” Your voice was getting higher, drawing attention from nearby tables.

Heat burrowed through your chest. You felt explosive. As if you could simply burn from the inside out. You stared at Sam, desperately trying to figure out what was running through his mind.

“I know it’s dangerous, but it’s not anything–”

“So you just make this huge ass decision and say nothing? A year together and I supported you going off to hunt down you-know-who. I supported you working with Steve because it meant that you would come back. We talked about how you didn’t want to join the Avengers, that it wasn’t your thing. And now? What changed?”

“Steve asked me-”

“Oh, Steve asked you. That makes all the fucking difference,” you said. You couldn’t believe this. Couldn’t believe that he would just…accept it and not say anything. What did it mean for you? Did he expect you to join him? The hell were you going to do at an Avengers compound? Play mammy?

“Let me finish,” Sam snapped, a sign of his own anger. It was rare to see it. Rarer still that it was directed at you. “Yes, Steve asked me and I wrestled with this decision alone. Before you start, I’m not asking for anything to change between us. I know how you are with your family. I’m not going to ask you to move with me or give up the opportunity to become a counselor,” he said.

“How I am with my family?”

Sam sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that-”

“How did you mean it, Sam?” Your voice was deceptively calm. You were so furious, you could toss him through the wall and not give two shits about it. The tears in your eyes turned annoying. You swiped them away from your face. Sam saw the gesture and his mouth turned into a frown.

“I meant that I know you take care of your family and I’m not trying to rip you away from them. The compound is not that far from here. We can take the train to see each other. You always said you wanted to take more train trips.”

“With you! With you by my side. Not on my fucking way to see you,” you said.

“You have every right to be mad,” he said.

“Don’t shrink me, Sam. This is bullshit. You ambushed me,” you said. You couldn’t even inject any venom in your words. You were just hurt. So fucking hurt, your heart was on fire. He set it ablaze like a wildfire through your veins.

You knew this was too damn good to be true. Here was the shoe drop. Really, this was your first real fight and it was turning ugly fast. “You didn’t fucking trust me enough to make this decision with me. You just made it. Ever since you went on your little adventure with Steve, you’ve been chasing that high.”

“What?” Sam asked. “I don’t get high doing this.”

“You like feeling useful. Sticking up for this bullshit ass country that doesn’t give a shit about you!” You didn’t care if you were yelling. You didn’t care that you were making a scene. You didn’t care that you had become one of those cliched Black couples that fought in public and made it everyone else’s problem.

You were a funny story now in someone else’s life. While your world was crumbling around you, disappearing before your very eyes. Marriage, picket fence, some kids running around. All of it was snatched away with a few simple words from him.

You were about to ugly cry and you didn’t want him to see it. You stood up from the table and threw your napkin down. “I’m going home.”

You walked out of the restaurant into the bitter cold of DC. The cool air could not dampen your anger. In fact, it made you rage. Bubble over with it. Consumed by it. It swallowed you whole. You pulled your phone out of your purse with shaky hands. You could call Ariel but you didn’t want rationality right now. You wanted to throw something. Hit someone. Tears fell freely away from prying eyes.

Your temper has always scared you growing up. How your little body would fill up with so much rage. You would punch walls, break things, toss things. When your mom got on your case enough times, you internalized that rage. You listened to music too loudly to hurt your ears, you bit your lip to the point of bleeding, you picked at scabs to leave scars. You didn’t cut yourself, you didn’t want anything too obvious. You didn’t want people to worry about you. You had bombs quaking in your bones whenever you were angry and you wanted to minimize the fallout every time.

You had worked so hard not to be this person. To push your emotions away until you could trot them out in the safety of your room. Dole them out and feel them one at a time so you aren't overwhelmed.

You hated being ambushed most of all. There was no way to guard against that. No way to prepare and stick your feelings in tiny boxes to be unwrapped later. Away from others.

Fuck him. He knew that. You had no indication that he wanted to join the Avengers. How could he ask you to live with that uncertainty? In the military, he dealt with human villains. Human scum who committed acts of violence on others. That was one thing.

With the Avengers, there was no telling who or what he would go up against. And you were terrified that you’d get a call one day telling you that he didn’t make it home. You couldn’t lose him. Not like that. It hurt too much to think about.

You called for an Uber and waited away from the restaurant. Why couldn’t he be more selfish? Why couldn’t he protect himself? Hadn’t he done enough for this shitty ass country? When was it enough? When would Black men stop shedding blood for this cruel country?

“Wait!” Sam jogged out of the restaurant. You held up your hands.

“Not another step, Sam,” you said. You sniffled, the tears making a mess of your makeup.

“Baby, please,” he said. He was out of breath. Tiny clouds escaped his mouth as he stared at you. “Let’s talk about this.”

“Fuck you! Now you want to talk? When your mind is already made up?”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

Your heart cracked. You could feel the jagged crack splitting your heart in two. You wanted to run into his arms and hold on tight. But you also wanted to kick his fucking teeth in.

“I’m not safe to be around like this, Sam.”

“Let me take you home,” he said. He stepped closer and you stepped away. Your phone dinged with your approaching Uber.

The small sedan pulled over to the curb. You confirmed the driver details and license plate and climbed in. “Wait!” Sam called after you.

You told the driver to move and you didn’t look back. You let the tears cloud your vision on the way home.

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‼️TAINTED LOVE ‼️

Detective (Killer) Quinn x Reader ‼️ Dark Drabble ‼️

Inspired entirely by this post which I glimpsed via @ravensfromvalhalla from @ceriseheaven hope this is ok that I rolled with this gif/idea.

I have no freakin’ clue what warped part of my brain is responsible for this fuckery but alas, here we are- pure filthy darkness within. Read at your own caution. Come scream at my inbox about this if you so desire.

Los Angeles - 1987

You’re where you usually are. Stalking the fringes at a blood soaked crime scene.

Brutal. Vicious. Sad creamy walls spattered in blood. Two dead they say. No word details leaked yet. You scraped yourself out of bed and got here before the sun was even warm.

Desperate to talk to anyone to make your deadline and get this in the morning papers tomorrow. Maybe you’d get print. Maybe this fucking time you’ll beat Cooper to the bylines. Maybe maybe-

You exist on maybes these days. You eat breathe sleep and cram them. You put on your sensible cloud grey skirt and black heels and you hunt for the news for your shitty paper. For the job that barely keeps you in food and scooping together enough for rent.

Your next story is here. Tucked away where you’re stood, locked deep in the slanted set of the Hollywood hills. Astral Drive.

Strips of yellow crime scene tape holds back your lot. The inquisitive reporters with pads and pen in hand. Avid eyes. Wolves. Snatching any information you could from the cops. Hungry fingers. Pens poised.

Your head snaps to the drive up to this sleepy cul-de-sac with the assaulting shriek that comes forth.

Tainted Love comes blasting rude from the windows of a maraschino red Porsche. Red like a heartthrob. It drowns out the din of camera crews and stoic cops not giving a fucking damn inch.

Come on. I’ve got a deadline. Can’t you give me anything?

Back behind the yellow tape ma’am.

Just trying to do my job here, Officer. Same as. You. You hurl back. Glaring through your glasses lenses.

The car comes crashing into view. Parks screeching and sloppily next to the pale cop cruisers. Rabid red and the driver is a maniac.

Door flying open and huge black stomping boots are the first things to spill out.

That’s the first time you see him. Not notice. See.

He can’t be missed. Not in that car. Not with that swaggering walk - those clothes. He dresses like he’s right out that Schumacher movie. The Kiefer Sutherland one about Vampires.

All this vicious LA sunshine, and he’s in a black PVC leather trench coat. All shiny shimmers. Unyielding on the eyes. Slicked back curls worn like oil slick on his head. A white tee and a silver chain or two clamped around his neck. Slamming around a pale neck as he strolls.

Chewing red gum and black shades on. He frowns at the house in the terrible bright sun. Like he’s angry at being here. Angry at daylight. Truly vampish. Nails bitten a little - painted a gummy shade of black.

He’s wild and crazy. Unhinged like that Blondie song. You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet.

He adjusts his shades on his nose. Slams the car door like he’s putting on a freakin’ show. Probably reeks of stuffy Paco Rabanne. Pour Homme. Something that comes out a black and gold sleek bottle. The cologne that buffets as he walks past. Lingering on where he doesn’t.

“Freshly waxed. Don’t dare fucking touch her, pigs. Understand?” He flicks at the chest of a tubby cop as he walks by. Talking about his beloved baby. His bloody car.

Disdain thrown to his leather back as he swirls past them. Coat tails lap at his black pressed slacks. His boots are black crocodile skin. Tacky as fuck.

You can’t deny he is stunning, though.

Chocolate curls and puddle melting eyes, all brown. A face that’s entirely too youthful and sweetly handsome for this job.

He’s stunning the way a tiger is. All stunning rippling display and sinew designed to bite, lick his long canines and show off.

Sharp deep eyes that hide a lot of carnality. He’s seen things. Hell. He’s done those awful things. He’s trod places no sane men would dare. He’s finishing a cigarette and letting it cloud over the taste of his crappy gritty morning coffee.

The crowds around him part like they’re negatively charged. He looks like an extra late to a film set. Not a detective. There’s just no way.

He yanks the tape up and is ducking under it like it’s nothing. No one stops him. Stomping across the path in those knocking heavy soled boots as he flicks a used cigarette back at the curb. It fizzled dead.

Yes way. The badge is hooked right there on his belt. Golden and true. Not even prominent. All ego and no cares, is this guy.

You and your fellow reporters clamour for details. Straining the crime scene tape to snap.

He turns his head at the push of microphones and tape recorders shoved forwards. Twists right around and time slows to treacle when he lowers his shades - to see you.

Sensible heels. Cute skirt. All babe. Pretty neck.

His eyes swim the length of you. Head to toe. There’s that tiger on the loose again.

He steps back and his coat laps swaying behind him. You gulp as he comes close like a gathering leather storm.

He tilts his head at you. “Paper?” He asks like it’s interesting to him.

“Chronicle.” You eek out. Unable to believe you might get something here. Might scrape some words together and make a meaty mighty piece out of this.

“Detective?” You ask. Your voice is a songbird he wants caged all for himself.

“Quinn.” He smooths. Smile like silk. Zipping another cigarette to his lips.

“I’m hoping for a lead here. You know. A girl’s gotta make rent somehow. Gimme something.” You’re not below begging.

“You’re on the wrong side of the tape. Leave us do the investigating.”

Can I get some details of who was involved? The type of attack? Is this the work of a serial killer? Should our public be worried. What, Another Night Stalker?” You rattle off.

You chirp too much, little bird.

He snatches the voice recorder out your hand.

“Two people. Brutal knife attack. No and yes.” Comes his answers.

That last answer chills you. “People should be worried.” You state.

He doesn’t respond.

He sticks his eyes right into yours. Looks through you. Like your skin was wet paper. Lights his cigarette in no rush and licks his plump lips.

“Trust me birdy, you just got a hell of a lot more than what you bargained for.“ He promises. Drawling.

Dropping his eyes up and down at you. Sheer flirt. Chucking the voice recorder back to you, that you barely catch.

“You got my number, yeah?” He checks as he sways away.

“Yeah 9-1-1.” You reply acidly.

He laughs in the crime scene doorway. Cackling away.

“Nah. It’s 666 honey.” He corrects. Shooting you a wink.

He absentmindedly hopes he managed to pick all the blood out from under his nails from last night. The guys inside made one bitch of a mess-

You frown a little later on. Listening back. When you wonder how he knows a knife was used and he hadn’t even entered the crime scene yet.

Next part? C’mon. I dare you❤️‍🩹‼️🔪

Tagging some beloved JQ/Munsonites 🔪 (I’ve no idea what this drabble even is I’m so sorry) @indouloureux @stiegasaw @munsonquinns @fujiihime @youaremyfamiliar @captain-tch @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @svenyves @sammararaven @feralgoblinbabe @groupie-love-71 @andromeda-andromeda @starbxcks @morganamoonstone @ramona-thorns

#joseph quinn stranger things #joseph quinn characters #eddie munson #punkwrites #joseph quinn gif #joseph quinn #dark drabble #serial killer #murder #dark fic #dark #dark but sexy #i would die for this man

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Käärijä - Menestynyt yksilö (eng. successful individual), full English translation (by meeeeee)

Aight here's another one, also requested by @verminetroglodyte! I know someone else got to this one first and a translation already exists, but I really enjoy working with Käärijä's lyrics so I thought, what the heck, two cakes amiright? As with Aikuinen, I took some minor artistic liberties in order to stay as faithful to the original vibes as possible. I also added some annotations this time around, you can find those at the bottom of the post.

musta piti tulla jotain / I was s'posed to be something (x2)

haaveet kaatuu / dreams collapse

27-vuotiaana piti olla omakotitalo / at age 27 I was s'posed to have a house

oma piha, vaimo ja sopivasti kaks lasta koiran kera alla saman katon / my own yard, wife, two kids and a dog all under the same roof

se ei menny nii, ei / didn't work out like that, no

nyt poden etukäteen kolmenkybän kriisii / now I'm going through my 30's crisis in advance

tilaan tuopin ja heitän hynät tiskiin / I order a pint and toss my money at the counter

vittu mikä fiilis / my mood's all fucked

kulkuri laulava, kullan kimalluksesta kaukana / a singing drifter, far from the glint of gold

ei pahemmin naurata / ain't got much to laugh about

nuoren pojan mielikuvitus alko unelmist laukata, jotka voi nyt haudata / guess it's time to bury all those dreams that sent a young boy's imagination galloping

kiristää kaulasta, tuntuu et tukehdun, taisin liian ison palan haukata / my throat closes up, feels like I'm choking, I may have bitten more than I can chew

posin kautta / I try to stay pos

en oo toinen jalka haudassa (viel) / at least I ain't got my other foot in the grave (yet)

Chorus:

ku mä huudan "musta" / when I go "I was"

te huudatte "piti tulla" / you go "s'posed to be"

MUSTA PITI TULLA / I WAS S'POSED TO BE

(x2)

kullanhohtonen menestynyt yksilö / a gold-coated successful individual

eikä mikään hiton kummajainen yksiös / and not some damn freak stuck in a studio apt

taloyhtiön humalainen hylkiö / not a drunk outcast shunned by the housing cooperative

vaan kullanhohtonen menestynyt yksilö / but a gold-coated successful individual

Kela sano meistä tuli muurareita, taksikuskeja ja suutareita / Kela* said we grew up to be masons, taxi drivers and shoemakers

mut osast meist tuli pelkkii tunareita / but some of us grew up to be mere losers

turhakkeita joilla vesi tulee läpi kupareista (nou) / good-for-nothings falling apart from the seams (no)

jos sä tunnistat tästä ittes ni huuda jou / if you're feeling this, holler yo

MITÄ? JOU! okei, hyvä, lets go! / WHAT? YO! Okay, good, let's go!

oli tavotteita jotka piti naulata / had goals I was s'posed to nail

menestyä ja oma taverna aukasta / make it big and open my own tavern

mutta piti omat viikset kaupata / but instead I had to put my stache up for sale**

jotta sais punasta marlia kaupasta / just to afford red marli*** from the store

kiristää kaulasta, tuntuu et tukehdun, taisin liian ison palan haukata / my throat closes up, feels like I'm choking, I may have bitten more than I can chew

posin kautta / I try to stay pos

en ole toinen jalka haudassa (viel) / at least I ain't got my other foot in the grave (yet)

[Chorus]

no menikö sulla hommat niinku luulit? (ei) / so how about you, did things work out just as planned? (no)

oisko tänä vuonna parempi tuuri (ei) / maybe this year you'll luck out? (no)

entäpä ensi vuonna mitä tuumit (ei ei) / how 'bout next year, whadya think? (no no)

no sitä minäki, ollaa samas venees / Yeah that's what I thought, we're in the same boat

tän piti olla mun vuos / this was s'posed to be my year

niinku mä sanon joka hiton vuos / like I say every damn year

uudet kujeet, uus minä / new tricks, new me

mut mä oon edelleen sama hiton minä / and yet I'm still the same freakin' me

[Chorus]

musta piti tulla jotain suurta ja isoo / I was s'posed to be something huge and great

musta piti tulla jotain, mut ei lompakko liho / I was s'posed to be something, but my wallet remains lean

musta piti tulla jotain, piti tulla jotain / I was s'posed to be something, s'posed to be something

ees jotain, ees jotain / at least something, at least something

*This is a reference to a song by Anssi Kela that was popular in the early 2000's. It's generally considered an upbeat (overly so to some) and folksy song that makes fun of social class, but here Käärijä recontextualizes it as a song about privilege, which is interesting considering how poverty, unemployment and severe mental health issues among young adults have reached an all-time high in the past decade. Just throwing in some extra context here because I genuinely think most of Käärijä's lyrics have a subtext of exceptionally sharp-sighted social/societal commentary that deserves more attention.

**He actually did this a couple of years ago, he sold his mustache for 52 euros lol. The buyer showed up ag one of his recent gigs with the mustache in a ziplock bag. There's a hilarious video of it somewhere, I'll see if I can find it after posting

***"Red Marli" refers to a specific cheap juice that basically tastes like sweet non-alcoholic mulled wine. It's a popular winter drink and apparently Käärijä's vodka mixer of choice. He's made a super fun song about this weird spiced juice simply called Punainen Marli, I'm actually thinking of translating that one next hehe. (There's another intertextual cross-reference between these two songs, since at the beginning of Punainen Marli the listener is warmly welcomed to Käärijä's tavern, the one he mentions having dreamed of in this song.)

#käärijä #kaarija #lyrics #translation #menestynyt yksilö

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allmoshnobrain · 9 months

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 15 of ? | masterpost

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Cliff let out a sigh. “It's just that... We kicked him out of the band.” I just went silent, completely unable to react to that bombshell. This had to be some kind of joke, right? He couldn't be serious. “Clifford,” I managed to speak, my voice shaking in a whisper. “What the hell are you talking about?”

✦ summary: After a wild night of partying, Nore receives shocking news over the phone that will forever change her relationship with Metallica and her friends.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female!oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, recreational drug use, drinking

✦ a/n: Hi! I ended up releasing this chapter a little earlier this week than I had planned, but things are gonna become a little bit more complicated in the plot from now on... So I hope you enjoyed it! Feedback is welcome ❤

✧ through the darkest hour, your grace did not shine on me ✧

“Nore, they’re on the phone!” I heard Leanne call me from the living room.

It had been a few days since the guys left, and they were calling for the first time. I was washing dishes and chatting with Leanne in the kitchen when we heard the phone ring, and she rushed to pick it up.

I quickly dried my hands and dashed to the living room.

“Yes, she's right here,” Lea was saying when I arrived. She chuckled softly. “Love you too. I'll hand it over to her, okay? Bye.”

I grabbed the phone from her.

“Hey, Nore.” Cliff's voice came through the line.

“Hey, Cliff,” I said, a smile forming instantly on my face. I couldn't help but grin when I heard his voice; man, I really missed him. “How are you guys doing?”

“Oh, we're good. Lars is still a pain in the ass, Dave and James have already argued like three freakin’ times... You know, same old shit,” he said, and I chuckled softly. “Hey, Dave wants to chat with you. I'll hand it over to him, alright?”

“Sure thing,” My heart raced a little when I heard that, my smile growing even wider. “Catch you later, Cliff.”

“Later, Nore.”

“Hey.” Dave's voice came through the phone seconds later, and I couldn't help but feel all the butterflies in my stomach that I always felt when I heard his voice. Only now it was a thousand times worse, because I couldn’t touch him or kiss him. His voice would have to do for now.

“Hi, Dave. How’s it going?”

“I'm good, and you? Already missing me?” he asked, his voice full of smiles. I chuckled softly.

“You have no idea,” I murmured. “So, how's it going over there?”

He spilled all the details; how they made it safe despite downing loads of drinks during the trip, how they crashed at the producer's house, but trashed it so bad they ended up in some shitty place with almost nothing to eat.

“It's not that bad, but I think it’s best for you that you stayed there,” he said jokingly “It's been kind of crappy, but it'll be worth it. We've got some gigs next week, should be cool.”

“Will you guys be gone for long?”

“Dunno, sweetheart. Probably a little while,” he paused for a few seconds, then said: “Miss you, Nore.”

“Miss you too.” I replied, then joked: “That's why you guys gotta finish this album quick, so we can meet up again, right?”

“Alright, alright.” he chuckled softly. “Gotta bounce now. Rehearsals starting over here... James and Lars say hey.”

“Oh, cool. Have fun, you all.”

“Love you, Nore.”

“Love you too, Dave.”

With that, he hung up, leaving me still yearning for him, his voice not having lessened the ache of missing him at all.

The weekend when everything would change forever kicked off so calmly it made me clueless about what was in store. Things took a detour when Joe showed up at Leanne's place out of the blue, inviting us to another party with a huge grin on his face.

“C'mon, it's gonna be a blast. I promise you'll love it.” he grinned, leaning against the doorframe while lighting a cigarette.

Leanne glanced at him, a slight smile on her face, hands on her hips, and hair tied up in a ponytail. We had planned to spend the weekend cleaning the house since we had no specific plans in mind. But I knew Lea well enough to know that was out the window — she couldn't resist a fun night out.

“Better be worth it, Sinclair,” she chuckled, then teased: “'Cause I'm giving up my cozy house for this, you know?”

“Whatever, drama queen.” he grinned at her, then turned to me. “You're coming too, right, Nore?”

“If you guys are going, count me in.” I said, grinning back at him.

“Awesome!” he jingled his car keys excitedly. “So, hustle up 'cause the party starts in an hour. And I wanna get there early to see if I can offload my... Special goods.”

I raised an eyebrow with a smile, and Leanne and I hurriedly went to change into our party clothes.

The party went down at this fancy guy's house in the suburbs, one of Joe's well-to-do friends. Lea and I didn't really know many people there, but the place was huge, filled with young people like us, all excited and ready to socialize. Joe seemed to be quite popular; everyone was always seeking him out with smiles, looking for his stash of "special stuff." I knew Joe's family had plenty of money, but that didn't stop him from dealing all kinds of drugs at the parties we hit up. Well, he usually covered the tab for drinks and drugs, so no complaints there.

That night, though, he was pushing something different. Leanne and I were already feeling a bit buzzed, enjoying the free drinks at the party, but Joe was focused on his business. I watched curiously as a group of girls walked away from him giggling, and Joe watched them with a grin, counting the money he had just earned.

“Hey, wanna spice things up tonight?” he said, putting his arm around Leanne's shoulders. She glanced at him, a playful smile on her face.

“What are you talking about now?”

“You know, I'm adding some variety to the menu to attract a wider crowd. And this,” he handed a little package to Leanne. I got closer, curious “just arrived. Straight from Colombia, baby. It's all yours if you wanna give it a shot.”

“Hey, is this another one of your tricks to ‘keep your customers loyal’?” Leanne asked. I raised an eyebrow when I noticed the package contained cocaine. Well, there was something I had never tried before. “'Cause I'm already giving you enough money buying weed.”

Joe laughed.

“If I get you addicted to anything, Cliff will murder me. I'm just trying to amp up the party.”

Leanne stared at the package, looking undecided. She looked up at me.

“So, Nore? What do you think?”

I shrugged. As much as I knew Cliff would probably disapprove of it, I couldn't deny that I was curious.

“I won't tell Cliff if you won't.” I looked up at her, an almost mischievous smile on my lips.

“You're a troublemaker, girl.” she laughed. “Alright, let's give this thing a shot!”

I woke up all of a sudden, the sun smacking my face, and this annoying, persistent noise going off non-stop. I frowned, realizing it was already morning, and I found myself crashed on Leanne's living room couch. My mouth was dry as hell, my head was throbbing, and I had no clue how I got there. Last thing I remembered was being at the party – we were pounding drinks like crazy before Joe offered us some cocaine to try. After that, it all turned into a blur of laughter, more drinks, and excitement.

As the annoying noise kept on, I slowly figured out it was the phone ringing. I jumped up to answer it, yelling in surprise when I accidentally stepped on someone. It was Leanne, who was passed out on the floor.

“Ouch,” she groaned, her voice all slurred. “Oh, you're up.”

“What the hell are you doing down there?” I asked, too surprised to think of anything else, noticing how hoarse my voice was and how dry my nose felt. She groaned.

“Taking care of your drunk ass. You threw up, and you were too heavy to haul to bed.”

“What? I don't remember any of that.”

“Yeah, we went nuts this time,” she grumbled. “And what's that damn noise?”

I blinked, realizing the phone hadn't stopped ringing. My mind felt like mush, unable to focus on more than one thing at a time. I got up, being careful not to step on Leanne again, and answered the phone.

“Damn, finally.” Cliff's voice greeted me. I furrowed my brow.

“Well, good morning to you too, Cliff.” I said, and he laughed.

“Hey, Nore. What happened to your voice?”

“I... I got too wasted last night, I think,” I croaked, my voice wobbling. “Hold on, lemme grab some water.”

I rushed to the kitchen, snagged a glass of water, and went back to the phone.

“Alright,” I told him, back on the line, and quickly chugged the glass. “So, how are you guys holding up over there? Everything cool?”

“Well…” Cliff hesitated. “Sort of. And how 'bout you guys?”

“We're okay, just dealing with a hangover,” I furrowed my brow. “But 'sort of'? What happened?”

“Uh, it's just that... Nore, actually, I'm calling to tell you something. It's about Dave…”

“What happened to him?” I felt my heart clench with worry. “Is he alright?”

“I hope so,” Cliff let out a sigh. “It's just that... We kicked him out of the band.”

I just went silent, completely unable to react to that bombshell. This had to be some kind of joke, right? He couldn't be serious.

“Clifford,” I managed to speak, my voice shaking in a whisper. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“He... He bailed on the band.”

“That’s not what you said,” I said, my voice getting louder as I grew more and more nervous. Leanne sat on the floor, giving me a puzzled look, brows all furrowed up, concern all over her face. “You said you kicked him out!”

“Nore, chill out, okay?” he said, with a sigh. “You don't know how bad things got. He caused too much trouble…”

“We always cause too much trouble!” I said, now definitely shouting. “That has never been a reason for anything!”

“Nore…”

“Where is he, Cliff?” I asked, gripping the phone like my life depended on it. “I gotta talk to him!”

“He's not here. We sent him back.”

“When does his flight land?” I asked, already getting ready to sprint to the airport. Cliff stayed silent, and I let out an annoyed grunt. “Cliff, when's he getting here?”

“Well... Actually, we got him a bus ticket.”

“Wait. You sent him back alone on a bus? ” I yelled, furious. Thank goodness I was talking to Cliff on the phone because I swear I'd be capable of physically attacking someone right now.

“Nore, come on. The decision's been made, even though it's a rough one…”

“He's your friend, damn it!” I shouted. “You know what? Fuck off!” I hung up the phone and stormed off to my room.

“Nore, what happened?” Leanne asked, following me, all concerned. I turned around, tears welling up in my eyes.

“They kicked Dave out of the band, Lea,” My voice trembled as I tried my hardest not to cry. “They ruined everything!”

“Hey, it’s alright. Come here.” She came closer and gave me a hug. I sniffed, my eyes welling up with tears. I was so, so worried about Dave, alone, sad and angry on a trip that I knew would drag on for days. It hurt not being able to be with him right now. And it hurt even more that the ones causing all of this were the friends that he and I had learned to call family.

What the hell were we gonna do now?

The final blow to my peace came much later that Sunday night. Leanne and I had ordered pizza for dinner and were watching some random movie together, just hanging out and chatting. I knew she suggested it to cheer me up, and I really appreciated the effort.

When the phone rang, I looked up and jumped to answer it, hoping it might be Dave. I hadn't heard from him yet, and I was just getting more and more worried about him.

“Nore.” a voice greeted me, but my stomach sank when I realized it wasn't Dave. It was James, and I almost felt relieved to hear his voice before remembering I was pissed at all of them.

“James. What's going on?” I asked, coldly. In all the months since we had met, I had never been cold with James. It hurt me, but I was too hurt myself to care.

“Nore…” he said again, and it hit me that he was upset, probably drunk, his words slurred and dragging. It sounded like he was on the verge of tears over the phone. “I'm sorry. Please.”

“What?” I asked, totally caught off guard. I knew James. He never apologized, and he sure as hell didn’t make drunk, almost tearful calls when he messed up. When he was happy, he was very kind, but when he wasn't okay, he became closed off. Monosyllabic. As if he put up a wall and didn't want anyone to try to cross it.

It almost seemed like he was hurting too from Dave being kicked out, but I didn't wanna jump to that conclusion too quickly. I knew him and Lars were the ones calling the shots for the band. So if Dave got kicked out, I could bet it was with James' approval. And that made me furious, but at the same time, I couldn't help but worry about how hurt he sounded.

“Are we still friends?” he asked, his voice almost desperate. “Or do you hate me now?”

“James, I don’t… I don’t hate you.” I answered, my chest tight with heartache. “But this… Why did you do this to him? He is your friend. I thought…”

“No, I don’t want to talk about him. I don’t know how- Nore, I don’t know what we’re gonna be without him. But we had to, Lars said we had to and I… I believe him.”

“Well, fuck Lars.” I groaned.

“He knows what he’s doing, Nore.”

“Well then fuck you too.” My voice got louder and I frowned. This was so frustrating and it made me so, so angry. How could they do that to Dave? How could they do that to us ?

“No, no, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” he answered, genuinely sounding like he was on the verge of tears.

“He is your friend, James. What are we gonna do now?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t want you to hate me.”

“I told you I don’t hate you.” I said, tears welling up in my eyes. This wasn’t fair. I didn’t want to hurt James, but I knew how much their decision would have hurt Dave. And I couldn’t bear to think about him, alone and sad and angry, betrayed by the only true friends he ever knew. “But we’re family, James. This was his dream too.”

“You think I don’t know that?” he said, sounding angry for just a moment before his voice broke again. “Fuck, Nore. Everything’s a mess without you here. Miss you like hell.” he blurted, and my heart raced at his tone; hushed, heavy, like a confession that was too much to be kept in the dark. Like things he would never say in daylight, if he were sober and we weren’t miles and miles apart. “I’m so fucking selfish because I fucking miss you. You should be here. With me.”

He then hung up, leaving me speechless in the dark, my heart racing as I tried to process what I had just heard.

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ohisms · 2 years

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↪ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝟒 . ( a collection of sentence starters originating from s4 of the good place . adjust phrasing as necessary . )

wow . just ... wow , it’s perfect .

you know , let’s keep this moving .

reading lights ! i love reading lights . they are ... great for reading .

it wasn’t even as bad as i thought .

who cares if he doesn’t remember me ?

wait , i need to say something .

you NEEDED to say that ?

i believe that we’re destined to succeed .

with this team , there’s no problem we can’t solve .

there’s no problem we can’t create .

i think you look great .

i know this can be a little overwhelming , but you’ll get used to it .

okay , forget about all of that stuff .

none of this is real .

clearly i was in some kind of horrible accident .

i’m just gonna wander around until i wake up or die .

[ name ] , look what my brain did !

it’s not real , & neither are you !

i feel like you’re trying to get under my skin .

i . will . destroy you .

we can’t wait any longer .

stupid ethical , reasonable argument .

are you still muttering ?

the human mind is truly incredible .

you don’t need to justify it . again , i do it all the time .

his eyes were really mean .

i was scared [ name ] was trying to slide into your DM’s .

i don’t like being scared , it’s scary !

where’s your shirt ??

when you get back here , you won’t be anything .

you will do nothing of the sort , mon ami .

that wasn’t my fault , i was texting .

that is so embarrassing for you .

are you listening to me ?

guys like this believe the world revolve around them .

maybe , as a bonus . . . he cries like a stupid little baby .

hey . .. hey , can i ask you something ?

you have no control over your own impulses .

give her some space .

sure . i’m pretty interesting .

look , i’ve had my share of disappointments .

okay , well . back to the drawing board .

we need to bust him open like a pinata .

it’s our only move , & we’re doing it tomorrow .

this chaos is clearly all about me .

this is the universe telling me we don’t belong here .

walk me through this , i’m not sure i follow .

figure it out - get back to me , okay ?

i’m gonna go punch a wall with my head .

it’s possible we need a new team leader .

think about what you’re saying , here .

go ahead , speak your mind .

i didn’t ask for this !

[ name ] can be in charge , since she’s so smart .

listen , all we need is a bouncy house , some ninja stars & a bunch of ambulances .

did you get it all out of your system ?

you don’t just get to quit this , [ name ] .

the things that are happening here are above my paygrade .

i’m not meant for this ! i’m not the freakin’ savior of the universe !

everything i do blows up in my face .

this conversation must remain confidential .

[ name ] , um . please just let me talk .

i asked you to give me some space .

being with you is fun but it’s not always easy .

why don’t we just take a break ?

you tricky devil ! very clever .

why did i come up with this idea ? this is gonna hurt real bad .

everyone has people that they’re cosmically bound to .

i thought it was prudent to let you know .

oh boy ! i’m getting a stomachache .

to be fair , i only think that cause it’s true & i’m right .

if none of this is real , then it really shouldn’t matter .

what ? none of this is real . it doesn’t matter .

i mean , what do you have to lose ?

it’s arguable that you made an even bigger sacrifice .

come on , bud , i know you’re down but you can’t leave me hanging .

must be nice , [ name ] .

i have a ton of experience making ex-boyfriend’s lives miserable .

judge me if you want , i get results .

i just feel like i need this .

you’re allowed to feel a little angry .

we have a lot of work to do .

anyone interested in a status report ?

you’ll have to trust me , this is a huge step in the right direction .

it’s been a tough couple weeks .

your time begins NOW .

sorry , i was just trying to figure out where to start .

let’s clear our brain ... watch a movie ?

whoever you are , show yourself .

what do you want , creep ?

[ name ] i need to speak with you alone .

sit there quietly until we sort all this out .

[ name ] , you have to believe me .

i’m gonna make [ name ] think i don’t trust you .

i like the way you think , [ name ] .

if you’re a devil , how come you’re not wearing prada ?

what are you gonna use it for ?

if you ever wanna talk , just know i’m here for you , girl .

i just feel like i made the world a little bit worse .

starting over sounds exhausting .

we have to start over .

there’s literally nothing i can say that will make you realize i’m really me .

i wish i were saying this in difference circumstances , but ... keep it sleazy .

sometimes the only thing a bully understands is a punch in the mouth .

sorry , i should’ve told you - i just decided to stay home .

so , what’s my first clue ?

oh no ... oh , that’s not good .

this part of your plan seems risky .

this wasn’t part of the plan .

you made things difficult in a new way , but i can make it work .

i’m just not a new - experience kind of guy .

my comfort zone is the size of ... that chair .

do you trust me , [ name ] ?

you had this the whole time ?

you told me i should wait , so i did .

i’m not scared of you . because i’ve gone there , [ name ] .

i can’t believe i almost missed all this .

hey , you decided to come after all !

you got through it . i almost ruined it a hundred times .

when i said ‘ throw a party ’ i didn’t mean a pity party !

i’ve had to scrape & claw my way through life .

you never learned to think on your feet !

i want to learn how to do something meaningful .

that must’ve been hard for you ... to go back there .

i don’t like to think about who i used to be .

almost everything i do i do without thinking or worrying what will happen .

let’s dance , baby .

ugh ! can you just skip to the end ?

just tell me how they screwed up , & put me out of my misery .

this feels like some sort of goodbye .

how was that ? did i cheer everyone up ?

face it , [ name ] , you lost .

people improve when they get external love & support .

you’ve already given me so much .

earth is cancelled .

it’s not two of us , it’s all of us .

step one , get a plan ... step two , do the plan .

if we’re gonna pull this off , we need [ name ] back .

you think that’ll go well ?

everything always has to be your way !

how dare you bring that up again ?

every problem has an answer .

not that old story , it’s so embarrassing -

we have to break up .

why are we together ?

where i’m from , most things blow up eventually .

by the way , i wasn’t cheating before ... or eavesdropping just now .

this has been fun , as always .

there’s a real possibility that i’m in love with you .

if soulmates do exist , they’re found . not made .

turns out life isn’t a puzzle that can just be solved one time & it’s done .

can you give me a second ?

i don’t know if i’ll see you again , or ... what i’ll remember if i do .

the words are nice , but the tone is scary ?

i know you . & i love you .

eventually we’re gonna be together forever .

it’s better we just rip the band-aid off .

forgive me if i’m a little skeptical .

i had a lot of time to think .

if things are going to change , i have to change along with them .

i’m an artist , which means ... it’s my job to be scared .

oh no , i knew it . you hate me now .

you essentially had to raise yourself .

okay , so ... you still love me ?

yeah , we’re very different , but we already knew that !

there’s no one else i wanna be with .

what do you want from me ?!

i know you’re upset , you have a tell .

i don’t see any version of eternity where you don’t get bored of me .

this is not working , you’re bad at this .

wow , same old [ name ] .

first of all , you know what ... uh , shut up !

honestly , [ name ] , i don’t know what’s to become of you .

i’m sorry i said that , before .

she knows you & loves you , & that’s all that matters .

against all odds , i know what you mean .

i’m sorry that i kicked you out .

it wasn’t about you .

i’m not gonna let myself be degraded by you again .

i took you for granted , & that was wrong .

i can’t have any of your dingleberry stink on me .

so , uh . i was being stupid .

i thought i got rid of you .

my , my , my ... we’ve got some history , don’t we ?

it’s real this time , i promise .

might as well do some traveling .

[ name ] , i have been training for this day my entire life .

what time is it ?

i made dinner !

real talk , it didn’t go great .

i could never forget you .

remembering moments with you is the same as living with them .

can you just remember the happy times & forget the bad stuff ?

you are my role model .

you have a rockin’ bod .

don’t sell yourself short , [ name ] .

[ name ] , i’m gonna miss you .

i don’t want to leave you , but i’m ... ready to leave .

i was alone my whole life . i told myself i liked it that way , but i don’t .

i like being with you .

meet you at the restaurant ?

i owe it to you to let you go .

i was never good at being sad .

none of this is bad .

i need you to do me one last favor .

say goodbye to me now , & leave before i wake up .

your system’s working perfectly .

thank you so much , [ name ] .

care to join me for a bit ?

the true joy is in the mystery .

do you mind if i stay here until you’re gone ?

#yes i am posting this through tears #rp meme #starter meme #◜𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 › memes !

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nikibogwater · 1 year

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Niki Blethers: Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio LET’S FREAKIN’ GOOOOOOOOO--

In case it was not already obvious, this was my most anticipated movie of the year. Heck, it was my only anticipated movie of the year. Having learned the hard way just how deeply disappointment stings, I don’t usually get my hopes up this high. But darn it, everything I heard about this movie prior to its release just filled me with too much excitement to ignore, and now that it is finally available to the wider public, it is my great pleasure to say--

HOLY MOTHER OF MARMALADE, DID THIS MOVIE LIVE UP TO MY HYPE AND THEN SOME

(Mild spoilers below the cut, GO WATCH THIS MOVIE IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY I FIRMLY BELIEVE THAT IT’S A MASTERPIECE)

First up: stop motion animation. We love to see it. And this movie doesn’t cut any corners with the stop motion. Even the fire is stop motion. The backgrounds are paintings (gorgeous ones at that), not just CG landscapes. The sets are so incredibly detailed I could’ve spent several minutes just staring at any given wide shot. There were very few instances where I could clearly see any effects that were obviously done in a computer. The animators and set builders went hard on this movie, and they have 1000% of my respect for it.

Despite being a whimsical fairy tale, there is a pretty heavy sense of realism with this movie. Like, one scene, you have an overeager Pinocchio singing a cute little song about how excited he is to be alive, and then in the next one, he and Geppetto are walking past buildings plastered with posters promoting Mussolini’s Fascist regime. The way the film balances these two tonal opposites is absolutely genius, and I can’t remember a single instance of a jarring shift in tone. The light and whimsical always eases into the dark and realistic in a way that makes me feel like the two sides couldn’t exist without each other.

Also speaking of realism, CAN I GET A HALLELUJIA FOR SOME HONEST-TO-GOODNESS CATHOLIC REP IN A CURRENT-YEAR CHILDREN’S MOVIE?!

This is obviously a personal thing for me, but I pretty much never see any accurate, respectful portrayals of my religion outside of films that are specifically made for Catholics. And I’ma be real with you, more often than not, the films made specifically for us turn out to be unbearably preachy or saccharine (and they’re never animated--another major point against them). To see a character who simply IS a Catholic (because this is Italy during the 1910s, so it’d be a little out-of-the-ordinary for him not to be), doing his little Catholic things, without it being a huge focus of the story or directly influencing the plot--ie, Catholicism being portrayed as just another normal part of every-day life--GAH. IT WAS JUST REALLY SPECIAL TO ME, OKAY?

Also Geppetto locking Pinocchio in a closet because he doesn’t have time to deal with this, it’s time to go to Mass is a big fat Catholic mood.

Okay, I’ll shut up about the Catholic stuff. Back to the movie.

If I had a nickel for every time David Bradly made me cry with his performance as a struggling father-figure overcoming the estrangement between him and his adopted son, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t very many, but it’s great that it happened twice.

Ewan McGregor practically carries this movie as Sebastian J. Cricket. I knew he was going to be good, but somehow I failed to foresee just how good he truly is in the role. This interpretation of Jiminy Cricket as a mildly self-absorbed novelist who sees Pinocchio as little more than his house for most of the film is just *chef’s kiss.*

Ron Perlman as the Podestà was incredible. I actually didn’t realize it was him until three-fourths of the way through the movie, he just vanishes into the role so smoothly. And gotdang, is that character scary.

Christoph Waltz clearly went all out with Count Volpe and I bet recording sessions with him were very fun.

Gregory Mann did so great for such a little guy! It’s hard to find child actors, and even harder to find child voice actors, but he was fantastic, and really sold the character.

Speaking of characters, OH MY GOSH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH WHERE DO I BEGIN

Geppetto is a very sentimental old guy whose only joy in life was his son Carlo. After Carlo is killed in a bombing raid, Geppetto completely collapses under the weight of his grief. Carving Pinocchio isn’t something he does out of creativity or joy, but rather the result of drunken and despairing rage. The scene is played out as a grotesque and heartbreaking moment, and I LOVE it.

Pinocchio himself is a Very Real Boy from the start--by which I mean, he never shuts up, he gets into everything, he’s kind of a brat, and he brings unbridled chaos to Geppetto’s life in the way that only a young child can. I like it when movies portray children as, y’know, actual children, not just tiny adults. Yeah, kids are loud, they break stuff, they annoy the heck out of you, and they are also so, so precious, they’re worth every second of it.

I’ve already talked about Sebastian J. Cricket so all I’m gonna say here is I felt the line “Oh, the pain! Life is such hideous pain” right down to my core.

This movie covers a lot of heavy themes, such as the difficulties of fatherhood, abuse, war, death, and grief. But it does so in a way that left me with a sense of hope. It doesn’t shy away from the reality of these things, but it assures you that you can endure them, that you can find immense joy even in the midst of great suffering.

To get a little personal for the second time, the way this movie goes about presenting the reality of death and the grief of those left behind resonated with me very deeply. I’m the youngest child in my immediate family, and deep down, there’s a part of me that dreads the day when they will pass on and leave me behind. Barring any unforeseen accidents, I will likely outlive most of my siblings, and I’m lowkey terrified of that inevitablilty. So there was something oddly comforting about a film that speaks directly to my fear like that. A film that doesn’t sugar coat or try to persuade me that it won’t be so bad. A film that tells me my time with my family is so much more precious because it is so fleeting.

So yeah, tears were shed, I’m not ashamed to admit it.

I could probably say a bajillion things more about this movie, but it’s getting late now and I’ve prattled long enough. In conclusion, 10/10, easily the best movie of my year, and I truly think I can forgive Del Toro for Trollhunters: Rise of the Titans now.

#niki blethers #guillermo del toro's pinocchio #there'd better be a CinemaWins for this movie I swear--

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faegoddessog · 8 months

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Fantasy Come True Ch 2/8

Chapter 2: Lines

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Fingering, cunnilingus

Series Summary: Breaking into the acting world has been a life long dream. It's been tough, plus your relationship with you partner has some struggles, but who doesn't have struggles. A new guy shows up to your improv classes who seems strangely familiar. He seems rather interested in you and you feel unusually comfortable around him, like he projects calm and reassurance. Once you realize who he really is, and what he really likes... it's game on.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

A/N: This little gem is per request for the lovely and talented @purejasmine . It's been a collaborative project designed to meet her every Austin need as best I can. Here's to you darling! <clink> I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed the creative process with parameters not wholly my own!!

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You wait all week for the text from Austin, by Friday you are a little strung out, nervous and telling yourself he is a busy man, just wait until tomorrow.

Saturday around noon, your phone dings from an unknown but not blocked number. Your heart skips a beat.

Hey, it’s Austin, will you be at class today?

Yes, ‘tis my plan!

Good, see you there.

The smile on your face could break glass. You save the number under ‘Jason’ just to be on the safe side. It’s not like you are doing anything wrong, really you are protecting his identity.

As you walk from your car in your favorite red Minnie Mouse shirt, jeans, and your trusty shoes. You hear a whistle and your name. You look around and there is an arm out of an SUV waving you over. As you walk over suspiciously, you see a familiar form with a black mask and hat in the front seat.

“Hey, jump in,” you hear Austin’s muffled voice.

You’d know that voice anywhere so you do so without hesitation. He rolls up the dark windows.

“Hey, what’s up. Everything ok?” you note that his hair is back to his normal dirty blonde.

“Oh yeah, I just got tired of the beard. Do you want to do something different?” “Wait, so you aren’t going to class?” you say.

“Nah, It’d be a circus if I show up like this. Actually, I have to work on lines and I was hoping you’d come run them with me.”

“Um… yes, unequivocally yes,” you can’t get the words out fast enough.

“Cool, is it ok if I drive you to my house, it’s just that we would get some privacy there?” he says.

“Sure!” you don’t even care if you have to uber back to your car, this is the stuff of dreams. Like literal dreams.

“Thanks for texting, I appreciate the trust, it’s gotta be hard to meet people and trust them,” you comment to him.

“Yeah, it didn’t used to be, but now,” he trails off with a shrug, “the dirty, lonely side of fame. But, I don't know, there is just something about you. My, erm, gut… instinct just kicked in at dinner last week.”

“It was a good time for sure, did you eat your leftovers?” you ask, trying to keep your conversation light to hide your excitement.

“Oh my yes, that was the most fun meal I’ve ever had with anyone. We should do it again sometime.” You hear the smile in his voice as he drives.

About 20 min later, you are pulling up to a gated driveway with a tall wall. Makes sense, considering how freakin’ famous he is now. He seems to relax as he pulls into the garage and closes the door.

“Welcome to my sanctuary,” he says.

“Thanks Mr. Wayne” you jest with a sly smile,

Austin laughs as he opens the door and peels off his mask leaving it hanging on the gear shift. He gets out of the SUV, he walks around the back of the car in long strides as you take deep breaths trying to remain calm in light of BEING INVITED INTO AUSTIN’S FUCKING HOUSE. You go to reach for the door and it opens before you touch it.

Your breath catches in your throat. There he is with a huge smile on his face, in all his shorn glory. Your Austin. The one that makes you weak in the knees. His hand is out to help you out of the car. It didn’t seem real before, recognizing him, even having dinner last week, because he didn’t LOOK like the Austin you knew. But this… wow. His hand is warm and soft in yours as you grasp it and step out.

“C’mon, I’ll show you around!” he doesn’t let go of your hand as he leads you to the door. He even switches hands to usher you inside, his other hand falling to the small of your back. Both of his hands on you? Oh the shooting tingles to your core, you almost stumble over the threshold.

It’s actually a modest home by celebrity standards. He shows you around, but it’s fairly basic, for LA anyway. Big kitchen and dining room with a coffered ceiling. His office is a library, go figure, with a comfy leather reading chair near the window and his black leather ‘68 comeback costume on a mannequin in the corner. A framed sun decal from one of the white jumpsuits hanging on the opposite wall. Other little treasures from his career sit amongst books. Books that actually look read, not just for show. The living room boasts a couple old movie posters with a huge TV, and super comfy couches with a big ottoman. Out back there is a pool and a pool house, the yard isn’t big but has lots of privacy. It’s not really set up for entertaining, which is kind of perfect for a talented, famous but shy introvert, at least subconsciously. He says there are three ensuite bedrooms upstairs, but doesn't show you.

He offers you a drink, and you choose sparkling water. He smiles at your choice, like he knew that was what you were going to pick.

“Do you need me to sign anything, NDA wise?” you ask, trying to be on the up and up.

“Nah, I trust you,” he smiles. Your heart warms.

You run the first scene with him. At first its a bit unnerving, I mean you are playing opposite Austin fucking Butler! But he is so warm and kind and accommodating it’s easy to relax and let your professionalism kick in. The scene is just two people talking about their pasts. You do it a few times in a few different ways: funny, serious, drunk, etc. You debrief in between. He gives you his full attention and seems to really like the insights you have. Then he turns to a scene later in the script.

“I’d really like to do this one, if you are comfortable with it, if not, that’s ok.”

You read over it and it has a kiss in the last half of the scene. Inside you are like, ’oh hell yeah!’ Outside you are so cool “Sure,” you shrug.

“So just to be clear, touch is ok, the kiss is ok?” he asks, ever the gentleman.

“Yeah, for sure,” you say coolly, as if it’s not the first time you’ve done a scene like this.

The first run through your heart is beating a mile a minute, which is good because the character is supposed to be nervous. At first he just gives you an old fashioned screen kiss. Lips touching lightly, still it sends tiny shivers up your spine. The second time through, it feels more like a natural kiss, still just lips, still exhilarating. Thank god you have the script in your hand as something to focus on. The third run through, it’s like he turns up his charm and magnetism. His hand is soft and warm on your jaw, pulling you toward him, his tongue barely darts out to touch your lips. An involuntary moan escapes you. Your fingertips graze his torso as you kiss him back. He pulls back, looking into your eyes. The pause is just a fraction too long, both of you breathing a little heavier, both of you a little lost. Then he glances at the script in your hand, taking a breath.

Oh shit, that’s right you are running lines! Yup, head empty, no thoughts. Well, there ARE thoughts, just completely unprofessional ones. You take a breath and finish the scene with him. Professional, right, you are a professional, you tell the slow burn in your groin.

“You ok to do it again?” he asks a little breathless, “I really think I’m starting to get it.”

You nod. You’ll kiss him as many times as he is willing. This time, you are ready for the intensity of the kiss. Your mouths press together, lips parted. The tip of his tongue making tentative explorations against your lips, against your tongue. You lean into it with everything you have. Every fantasy of this man that has ever taken up rent-free residence in your mind is now focused on the minimal space between your bodies and the non-space between your crushing lips. His hand is on the back of your head, the other wraps around your waist and pulls you against his body. Your arm is wrapped around his neck, fingers threaded through his soft, luscious hair at the nape of his neck. The pretense of the script is completely forgotten on both sides as pages flutter to the floor. Your fingers looped in his belt loop pull his hips closer to yours. You feel his bulge pressing through his jeans. You trade soft, throaty moans back and forth. He pulls back slowly.

“What doesn’t he do for you?” his voice is low, his eyes searching your own.

You look confused, that’s not the next line, is it? Then it dawns on you, what Austin is actually asking about.

“You really want to know?” you are still in his embrace, he makes no move to let you go.

“I do,” he nods.

“Well, he um,“ you look down at his throat taking a second to gather yourself. You decide that if you are gonna say it, you won’t be bashful. You take a big breath and look Austin in the eye. “He can’t be bothered to make me orgasm, he says it’s too much work and takes too long.”

Austin’s eyes widen in disbelief, then his brow furrows in confusion.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” his tone indignant, “that’s my favorite thing about sex! Has he ever made you orgasm?”

“I mean, a few times, that’s how he knows it’s a chore and one that he refuses to do,” you say matter of factly.

“Hold up, making a woman cum is not a chore, it’s a fucking privledge,” Austin is nearly outraged on your behalf, “so he uses you, then what?! “

You’ve never considered feeling used, it’s just how things had worked out.

“Austin, he doesn't use me, I like the sex and I am fine taking care of myself after,” your hand is on his chest, trying to sooth him, trying to stay calm yourself, feeling the round curve of his pec. You can feel his heart beating fast in his chest. He is shaking his head.

“No, sweetheart, no, that’s… that’s…. just wrong. I mean, if… if…” he hesitates, looking up at the ceiling. Then he levels his gaze at you, piercing you with his pupil-dilated blue eyes, “if you were mine,” his hands grip your shoulders, “I’d not let you leave the bedroom until you begged me to stop making you cum. I’d give you as many orgasms as was in my power to give.”

When he says these words, your mind goes entirely numb. ‘If you were mine’? ‘Begged me to stop’? Oh holy fuck. You have no retort for these statements, in fact if you say nothing then you can live in this moment forever. You actually feel your pussy engorge, feel your juices leaking past your labia and into the cotton of your panties. You wished you had worn your new pretty panties, because if Austin is going to talk like this to you, chances are he is going to be seeing them. It’s all you can do to stay on your feet as you pull him down to kiss you. This time, your tongue isn’t afraid to dance against his.

Suddenly your back is against the wall, his body is crushed against yours. Holy crap his bulge is huge. Austin’s hands are playing at the hem of your t-shirt. You get the feeling that Minnie is gonna see some things she’s never seen before. You feel his warm hands on the skin of your belly.

“I’m sorry,” he leans back a little, taking deep breaths, ”I didn't ask and am definitely overstepping boundaries and I don’t want to take advantage… but… you just, from the moment I met you in class, you just… do something to me.”

“Oh no, don’t you dare be sorry Austin,” your fists tighten into his shirt, pulling him back, “ and don’t you dare stop, for you I don’t have boundaries. If you want to be my Pleasure Dom, I’m all in.”

“Pleasure Dom? I’m…I’m not into much BDSM stuff sweetheart,” he says, unsure.

“It’s not BDSM, not exactly. It’s when you force orgasm after orgasm, overstimulate, even when they beg you to stop. Unless they say the safe word… which… ok is kinda similar to BDSM,” giddy that you finally get to explain to someone other than your tumblr bestie.

“Oh, I see, so instead of pain, it’s pleasure. Oh yes… I can do that,” he gets a little smile on his lips just before he kisses you again, then trails down to your neck licking and sucking.

Your hand snakes up to the back of his head, his down to the round curve of your ass, groaning.

“May I?” he remembers to ask as he grips the hem of your shirt.

What. The Fuck. Is happening. You just nod in a sort of haze. He strips off your shirt in one motion, your captured breasts bouncing a little as he does. He looks at your voluptuous form, and breathes out a moaning, appreciative ‘oh’. His hands trace your curves, then cup your large breasts. His head bows to your chest, almost in reverence.

“Fuck, you are beautiful,” his lips murmur agasint the rounded globes that peek out the top of your bra. “God, I love curves on a woman.”

“Really?” you say without thinking.

“Oh hell yeah,” he looks up at you with a sly smile, “I’m a sucker for a round booty and big boobs. Fuck I even like a little roundness here.” His fingers glide from your tits down to your stomach.

You feel a little self conscious from years of societal brainwashing, but it is obvious that he actually is turned on by your body.

“I know, bullshit societal norms dictate that I should be attracted to barely legal rail thin high fashion models,” he shrugs. “I’ve had them, they just don’t…fit me. They are boring and they don’t… do much. Like, they think just getting in their pants is a reward, so why try to be into it. The first curvy girl I had was so much fun, down to earth, and into the sex for fun. I’ve only had the privilege of a couple in the last few years, but they seemed to actually enjoy both giving and receiving. It turned me on so much. And I like someone that I don’t feel like I’m going to snap in half when I…” he trails off leaving the sentence unfinished. “And I want to…” he buries his face in your cleavage, kissing and nibbling your delicate skin. Lord, the way his tongue is rolling over just your skin is driving you mad.

“Want to what, Austin?” you ask.

He stands up tall and moves his hands to your bare shoulders.

“To fuck you, make you cum and cum and cum.” he states simply. “ I know, you have someone else, but you deserve… better. Will you let me? Can I, please?” he is practically pleading.

Austin Fucking Butler is asking you, nay begging you, to let him pleasure you. How the fuck did you fall into this fantasy world? And can you please, please never leave.

“Austin, hunny, ” you put your hands to his face, “sweet man, I now have and have always had only one person as my ‘hall pass’ and it’s you. My safe word is sushi.” You rise on your tiptoes and kiss him lightly on the lips

“Sushi,” he repeats, “So.. yes?”

“Yes please,” you breathe.

He looks down shyly, huffing out a breath, then back at you, nodding with a little smirk. The dimple above the left corner of his mouth peeks into view.

Oh holy hell, that look directed at you spawns a whole new flood into your underthings.

He leads you to the oversized sectional in the living room. The ottoman is pushed against the couch, making it into a pseudo bed.

“We uh, might want a towel or something here” you say, you know your moisture situation is just going to get more intense. He smiles and cocks a curious eyebrow and glances at your crotch.

“Sweetheart, are you saying it might get… messy?” He grabs a generic blanket from the back of the couch and spreads it over the fabric of the ottoman.

“Austin, it already is,” you return his look.

“Ooo” he presses himself against you, looking down into your face. “I love a wet girl,” he reaches around behind you, “and I can’t wait to taste you.”

He unsnaps and pulls your bra off. Fuck it feels amazing to let the girls breathe, you are rarely without a bra. He peels off his shirt then pulls you closer by your hands and places them on his sides, encouraging you to touch him.

Once you make contact, you decide to take your sweet time. Yes you want this, but in case this is the only time you get Austin, you are going to check every box you can.

You run your hands on the soft skin of his abdomen and chest, outlining his muscles and finding tiny freckles here and there. Some you had seen in pictures, some were new discoveries. You memorize their location and connect them with your fingertips, trying not to tickle. You get to the one next to his belly button and the little trail of hair that disappears into his jeans just about drives you crazy. You are biting your lip. You blow out a shuddering breath, and walk around him to the right, dragging your fingers above the waistline of his jeans and up along his erectors and over his shoulders. Austin is a fucking temple to the divine and praise be! you are about to worship harder than you ever have before.

He stands there, letting you explore, blowing out a shuddering breath when you roam over his stomach and down to his waistband. As you come around his left side, his freckles lead you up to his throat and onto his left cheek.

“This is how I knew it was you, Mr. Butler, by the way,” you say. marking each speck of melanin with your eyes.

“What is,” he says, pulling you close into his embrace.

“Your constellations. Your bushy beard distracted me from them until I was up close to you,” you lean up to him, cupping his cheek. “I love your constellations, Austin,” you murmur against his lips.

Then his mouth is on yours with a big inbreath, his hands pulling you tight to him. Your breasts pressed against his naked chest.

“No one has called them that before… I like that. Constellations,” he smiles at you.

He sits down on the couch and pulls you to straddle him, your sandals slip off your feet to the floor. His hands are on your breasts, gently massaging and holding them. He slips a nipple into his mouth, gently sucking.

“Oh gaw,” your words melt in your throat. You run your fingers in his hair as his tongue flickers. A nerve string twanging from your nipples straight to your pussy.

He switches to the other breast making your breath get heavier.

When he pulls off, you capture his mouth in yours, kissing him hard, your hips unable to stop pulsing against his legs.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to treat you like a princess,” he says looking up at you as he breaks the kiss.

“I’m all yours,” you breathe out.

“Mine, eh? Hmmm, my Princess,” one side of his mouth curves up, his little dimple is all for you.

Your reaction to this little nickname is purely visceral, heat floods your core.

Then you are suddenly flipped onto your back on the ottoman and he is pressed between your legs with a growl. His mouth is needy on yours, tongues flashing against one another. The two layers of jeans do little to stop you feeling how hard he is as he grinds on you. Christ, he is rock solid. He kisses down your neck.

“I have one requirement, sweetheart,” he says against the curve of your ear.

“What’s that?” you ask, eyes closed and head back.

“You can’t be shy about telling me what to do, if you need something different. I don’t know what you like, so you might have to direct me. Can you do that Princess?”

“Uh huh,” you nod.

“Promise Princess?” he says with a serious look, running his hands over your stomach and toying with the buckle of your belt. If he had glasses on, he would be peering over them.

“Yes Austin, I promise,” you say in all seriousness, “ I need my clit to be wet before you play with it and I um… am perfectly healthy, no STI’s.

He nods as he undoes the buckle and pulls down your zipper.

“Oh good, me too, just had a work up done.” You lift your hips and help him wiggle off your jeans. You are eternally grateful for the shower you took just before you left home and the trim up you did of your muff, all nice and short.

He kneels in front of you and giggles a little.

“What?” you ask, trying not to sound defensive and grabbing a pillow and shoving it under your head.

“Well, I see that Princess is an appropriate moniker, what with the crowns on your panties,” he runs his thumb lightly over the graphic. He lifts his head to watch your reaction as he lets his single digit slide lightly along the wet spot on the fabric.

His eyes narrow in lust as you exhale a light, shaky moan.

“Oh Princess,” he blows out a breath, “Ok,” he puts his hands up in the air, a look of barely contained control on his face. “You are still good with this, yes? Cuz this is where I need to stop if not.”

“Oh no, don’t stop Austin, please” you can’t get the words out fast enough, frowning just a bit, “I want it, I need it, and only from you. Please.”

“Alright, alright sweetheart, I just wanted to be sure,” his hands float back to your thighs. “I need to take off my jeans. I need some more, uh … real estate. But I’m not gonna fuck you, not yet anyway.”

“Ok,” you nod.

He stands up, unbuttoning his fly and pulling the front of his jeans out and down over the bulge in his boxer briefs. He moans out a sigh of relief. You can see the outline of his hard cock just before he bends over to pull his jeans off.

“Oh my god” you whisper, rocking your hips just a little. If he is as big as it seems, your tight little pussy is in for a jolt, WHEN he fucks you… there is no ‘if’ at this point in your mind.

“Mmm, sweetheart, you look like you need me?” he asks, getting down on his knees again.

“Yes please, Austin,” your hands are reaching for him, wanting to touch him.

“Let’s get down to uh… brass tacks shall we,” he gives you an evil little smile. He grabs your hips and yanks you towards him. Damn those muscles aren’t just for show. You giggle a little.

He presses his face to your covered mons, blowing hot breath and planting a kiss. Then pulls your panties away from your skin by the waistband. He continues to remove them and they are so wet, they stick to your labia.

“Oh hoh hoh” he moans in appreciation as he peels them down and off. “Open those legs for me Princess,” he says as he gently encourages you with his hand, “show me how wet you are.”

He runs a finger along your labia, pulling away a string of moisture.

“Is all this wetness for me darling?” he asks.

“All for you, Austin,” you look him right in the eyes, trying to convey just how much that statement is true.

He puts his wet finger in his mouth as you watch, his eyes close as he sucks it off. You wonder where all the oxygen in the room went.

“Mmmm, you taste so good,” he breathes out. Fuck, he is sexy.

His thumbs start petting your wet labia, gradually pulling them apart with each stroke until he has exposed your pink little slit.

“Oh this is a gorgeous pussy, Princess,” he settles down on his knees and leans in.

He plants a soft kiss just above your clit, you whimper just a bit.

He runs his tongue along your inner labia, groaning at the taste, barely grazing your clit with the tip of his tongue.

You whimper, fist to your mouth.

He looks at you over your mound, lapping gently with a wide tongue, then narrowing to his tip and going to one side, then the other of your clit. His blue eyes are dark again, with lust now instead of outrage.

Then his eyes close and he nuzzles side to side, pushing his tongue deeper, laving the front body of his tongue along your inner labia. His nose pushes gently against your clit. He breathes in deep through his nose, then moans out lusty, throaty laughs of pleasure into your pussy. It is clear that he is loving this.

You are tempted to lean back and close your eyes, however there is no way you are going to miss this. The sight of Austin buried between your legs is the stuff of your dreams. You almost feel out of your body.

He licks and tongues your pussy, slurping up your juices, growling in pleasure. He pulls back, face wet from the end of his nose to his chin. He is breathing a little heavy and grinning from ear to ear, licking his lips.

“Your pussy is so wet for me Princess, damn. Thank you, I fucking love this,” his eyes sparkle.

“Come kiss me with that messy mouth,” you reach out, beckoning him forward with your fingertips.

He crawls up your body and is instantly and deeply kissing you. Your tongue is lapping at his, running over his wet lips, tasting yourself. His cock is pressed into your dripping vulva separated only by the fabric of his boxer briefs. Your hips rock against him, hands against his low back holding him to your body. His hips pulse against you, pushing his cloth shrouded length deep against your slit.

“Oh fuck,” he breaths agasint your lips.

He pulls away, underwear soaked in your juices.

“I gotta,“ he blows out a big breath trying to control himself. “I’m getting ahead of myself. We are not done down here yet,” and he settles himself down between your legs again.

Once again he buries his face in your snatch.

“Austin, more clit please,” you say, brushing his hair away from his eyes.

“Oh that’s a good girl, telling me what you need,” he says against your lips, looking you in the eye.

His praise alone makes you bite your lip and pull your brows together.

He cocks his head a little, ever observant, “You like being a good girl don’t you.”

“I like being YOUR good girl, your Princess,” you say matter of factly.

“MMM, mine. Fuck baby, you got it,” his mouth closes over your clit, sucking long and slow and pulling off like a kiss. He dives back again, tongue flicking your clit lightly as he sucks and pulls gently. The wet sounds of kissing that don't involve your own mouth plus his magnificent mouth on your clit; these are churning up heretofore untapped sensations from your pelvic core.

You are crunched toward him, your mouth is hanging open, barely breathing. You didn’t know it could feel like... like this.

“Oh god Austin…more please!” you moan, your fist momentarily gripping his hair tight.

He chuckles low against your pussy, “My good girl.”

You clench.

Then he dives in for more. He licks, he sucks, he flicks. Slurp, slurp, smack. So much longer than you've ever had before. You can’t help but close your eyes to focus on the magic of his tongue. Heat building in your vagina, clit starting to throb from his attentions.

Then you feel a long finger petting your entrance. You look down and he is looking at you, watching your reaction to his fingering while flicking the apex of his tongue on your clit.

Your eyes go wide and you just nod at him.

He pushes his long finger slowly inside you. You let out a long low moan.

“Oh my god, Princess, you are so tight,” his voice is almost reverential. You just nod, this is not news to you.

His finger slides in and out of you, testing the waters, so to speak. He finger fucks you like this for a bit. He licks his thumb on his other hand and gently plays with your clit. His eyes flit from watching your reaction to his finger sliding in and out of you and back. Your hips begin to rock back and forth as he finger fucks you.

“God you are amazing, I’m gonna give you two fingers now sweetheart, ok?”

“Yes please,” you breathe out.

He slowly slides both digits into you. “Fuck, so tight,” he says under his breath, “are you okay Princess?”

“Yes, keep doing that, please!” you moan out.

“Oh my beautiful Princess, I have no intention of stopping, you take your time. I’m gonna just enjoy the fuck out of this.” He kisses the inside of your leg. Then you feel that beautiful pressure inside as he curls his fingers just enough to touch that spongy tissue on your vaginal wall.

“Oh wow yes Austin, that right there!” you moan.

He continues to pull your clit into his mouth, to flick it with his tongue, eating you out like you are his only nourishment. Soft pleasurable moans dislodge from his throat among the soft wet sounds of his suction. All the while he is sliding and curling, sliding and curling his fingers. His sounds are ramping you up just as much as his actions. Your moans are getting louder.

He keeps up this steady rhythm for you don’t know how long. You feel that bubbling creek start to rush up against the wall that holds your orgasm. Each dip into you, each wave of his digits, each long suctioned kiss of your clit, each flicker of his tongue: it all eats away at the crack in the dam.

“You are so good at this.” you moan, hips are rocking against his face. Your vocalizations are getting more intense, palm pressed to your mouth. Still he tongues you tirelessly. The crack in the dam suddenly splinters, threatening to break. Moisture surges from you and he moans deep, he can tell you are close by the waves of clenching you are doing on his fingers. He is thinking about how it will feel when he plunges his throbbing cock into you. He laps and sucks, never letting up.

You freeze, not breathing, pinpoint focused on the sensation behind your clit.

Then the dam bursts.

“Ungh, ungh ungh,” little rhythmic moans fall from your open mouth. Your hands fly to his head. Little jerks rock your pelvis and neck in time with your moans.

Holy fuck it feels so good.

You let out a loud, long moan which transcends into little giggles.

He is smiling against your pussy, knowing he made you cum.

Pulling away, messy faced, eyes so intense he practically launches himself on top of you, desperate to kiss you. His sloppy mouth is delicious against your own.

“Oh Princess, that was so hot.” his voice is deep with desire, hips pulsing a rhythm of their own against your leg.

“I'm sorry if that took a while,’ you say, breathlessly.

“Oh no darling, don’t you dare be sorry. I loved every second of it,” he says, smiling down at you like some devilish angel. “You know, it takes the average man 5 minutes to cum and the average woman 20.”

“You are not the average man Austin,” you can’t help but smile and giggle.

A sultry laugh rolls low from his chest, “No, my Princess, no I am not.”

#austin butler #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fic #austin butler smut #austin butler x reader #@slowsweetlove #@purejasmine #@richardslady121

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badlysummedupmoviestournament · 5 months

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Round 2!

If you recognize the movies hiding behind the decoy titles, please do not give identifying details about them in the notes.

Movie n°1: That's a freakin' shark

Kid who couldn't be raised by his parents for ~reasons~ is adopted by over-the-top-rich people who raise him with his adopted brother on a clear situation: while they never tell him he's adopted and they love him just as much as the other brother, the other brother is the one who's going to inherit the family house and enterprise (they build stuff, mainly, though they have a hand in politics and other stuff). The kid, now an adult, promises to his brother, during a party, to always be there by his side but then discovers the same night or so that he was adopted and that the ~reasons~ his parents couldn't keep him are the fault of his adopted parents. He runs away and gets lost, gets sheltered and given a job by an old man whose philosophy in life is that people shouldn't starve at his door if he can prevent it, and falls in love with the old man's daughter, whom he marries. Then he decides (after a heartfelt conversation with someone else entirely, who knows his bio family) to go and confront his adopted father. Surprise surprise! He died in the mean time, and it's his brother he now has to confront. They argue for a while in a scene that is visually BREATHTAKING. In the end, the hero goes to the sea with all his new friends and they bond over group activities such as hiking, singing, and other stuff.

Movie n°2: Will you shut up about Llamas?

A newlywed couple experiences issues with their marriage because of a live-in in-law and a huge amount of home repair. Things get even more complicated when the wife finds out her husband has been married previously and refuses to get a job on his own. Luckily, things get resolved when the husband consensually stabs his wife's old boyfriend and then gets an intense pep talk from his sister. At the end, it's decided that the best way to process all of this is to move away and write a book about the experience.

#tournament poll

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flamingpen18 · 8 months

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Feeling My Age

My youngest started her junior year yesterday. It's hitting me hard, harder than I thought it would.

I'm very proud of her and how much she has matured this past year and a half. It's not easy being a teen and being homeless. She has been made fun of at school but she refuses to let the bullies get to her. She's buckled down and doing what she needs to do. She's also making good choices which will reflect nicely on her college applications.

I want so badly to find us an apartment before the holidays. I wanted to give that to my girls. The way things are now, it's just too much to handle emotionally. My 16 yr old shouldn't have to deal with homelessness. The constant worry about whether or not we are going to be living out of the van and how that will impact her and her schooling is getting to me. I want to giver her the world, and I can't even give her stable housing.

I'm still looking, still reaching out to different agencies that are supposed to help and have yet to do anything. We aren't asking for much. We just want a stable roof over our heads not a freakin' mansion. We want to get our car fixed, not buy a new car. We want what others take for granted. We want a home.

Friday is coming up quickly, and we don't know what is going on. I hate this. I hate have such a huge insecurity.

@helly-watermelonsmellinfellon and I both think we are going to be kicked out of this motel.

Please donate if you can, and please share. All the money we raise goes to paying for a cheap room, gas, food, van repairs, etc.

#help #helly-watermelonsmellinfellon #go fund me #homeless #gofundme #donate #gfm #poverty #frightened #van repairs #cheap motel

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fortunefavorsromance · 2 years

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Ongoing list of Steddie fics that changed my brain chemistry [Ao3]

The Edification of Steve Harrington by ChronicRabbit- Steve pov watching Eddie DM for Hellfire (6 chapters: 44,066 words)

Freakin' Out On the Interstate by cairparavels- both Steve and Eddie pov, Steve is going on a road trip to confess to Nancy after she breaks up with Jonathan and takes Eddie to a concert otw (one shot: 6,724 words)

Victim of Love (I Never Thought I'd Be) by cairparavels- Eddie and Steve pov, series of one shots, super slow burn but so so sweet, there's miscommunication but it's Steve so when is there not, just like them becoming close friends and... closer (12 one shots)

Summer '86 by how_about_no- Steve pov, everyone heads to Steve's parents beach house for a week, lots of flirting and found family to be had! (11 chapters)

head over heels by rabbitinrain- Steve pov, makes a battle jacket for Eddie for graduation cuz they're "friends", totally just a "friend" thing (one shot)

Steve Harrington's Guide to Touch by how_about_no- Steve pov, Eddie's love language is touch and Steve notices that he's the only one he avoids touching which makes Steve feel.... left out (4 chapters)

The Worst Mixtape Ever Made by nbfutureboy- Eddie pov, Steve makes Eddie a pop mixtape and affection brews (10 chapters)

i don't ask much (i just want you) by ToEdenandBackAgain- Eddie pov, based on some artwork of Steve and Eddie laying in bed together, crushes and confessions (one shot)

same as it ever was by hexmionegranger- Steve pov, after vecna Eddie and Steve develop a close friendship but Eddie leaves out of nowhere and 4 years later they meet again and begin to rebuild on what was lost, very very sweet Dad-Steve, he takes care of Max who is blind and lives with both Steve and Robin, really truly super sweet I loved this one (10 chapters)

silent all these years by cairparavels- Steve pov, he starts leaving love notes for Eddie throughout highschool and beyond and falls for him (one shot)

Some Cupids Kill With Dice by horrormoviebarbie- Steve pov, au where Steve becomes a dad at 17 to twins, Max and Dustin, he is now 29 and meets their teacher Eddie (ongoing, 11/? chapters)

Ahoy, Big Boy by ChronicRabbit- Steve and Eddie pov, au of what might've happened if Eddie was working at Scoops Ahoy and subsequently a part of The Scoops Troop when russian shit goes down (ongoing, 19/? chapters)

STEVE'S FIRST BRUISE by cairparavels- Spiderman!AU, Steve and Eddie pov, Steve is Spidey and roommates with Eddie who is worried about him coming home all bruised up and takes care of him! (7 chapters)

Cut and Changed and Rearranged by AidaRonan- Steve pov, Eddie makes a mixtape for Steve and as he takes the time to listen, he figures some stuff out! Steve's got nightmares and bonding happens too (one shot)

paradise by the dashboard light. by oaseas- Eddie pov, Mechanic!Eddie au where Steve and him get to know each other before s4, specifically around s1-2, enemies to friends to lovers with a huge helping of Robin (who's working as a receptionist at the autoshop), like they're all besties and it's so CUTE!! Also expounds on his relationship with Wayne in a way I found myself near-sobbing to! ALSO deep emotional bonding with friends and boy does that do me in (ch6.... iykyk) (8 chapters)

steve harrington's six-step guide to getting the guy. by oaseas- Steve pov, series of flirting-with-Eddie flashbacks while giving advice to Lucas about Max in present time (2 chapters)

this is your home. these are your people. by oaseas- Steve pov, the Hendersons, Munsons, and Steve have a weekly dinner and Steve begins to feel sort of left out, his own self-hatred comes into play, but it's very sweet and chock full of found family so it balances out (one shot)

Skull Rock Era by chattrekisses- Steve pov, starts the same night Nancy and Steve break up, Steve heads to skull rock to clear his head and runs into Eddie, and continues to run into Eddie but eventually on purpose. Little bit of a fix-it-fic, Steve has a huge bi freak out, the usual (11 chapters)

Date me instead by Zhuletta- Steve pov, Steve thinks his failed dates must have something to do with him and when complaining to Eddie about it, Eddie offers to go on a date with Steve to test his romance skills which, obviously, snowballs from there (5 chapters)

All That You Ever Wanted From Me Was Sweet Nothing by t1red_gay- Steve pov, Five times Eddie tells Steve he loves him, and one time Steve let's himself say it back, some of the lines in this fic are so fucking raw im obsessed (one shot)

Red Eye by alinafewwords- Steve pov with a sprinkling of Eddie pov here and there, Coffee Shop/College AU where Eddie and Chrissy are baristas at a local place called Red Eye. Steve and Robin are in college and become regulars and friends! It's a slowburn and the relationships between everyone are real sweet <3 (big fan of Jonathan in this one) (ongoing, 11/? chapters)

cool just doing nothing with you by anniebibananie- Steve pov, Steve has trouble sleeping and thinks weed and Eddie will help, friends to lovers! (one shot)

we'll make it an annual affair. by ithinkicouldloveher- Steve pov, Steve, Eddie, Chrissy, Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan spend a week snowed in at the Harrington cabin! Lots of domestic fluff and getting together. It's a sweet little winter fic! (12 chapters)

The Drive-In by BCRichSweetheart, madaboutmunson (BCRichSweetheart)- Steve and Eddie pov, Eddie is trying to avoid some basketball players at a drive-in and ends up hiding in Steve Harrington's car. Steve is shocked and concerned and in the end, hangs out with Eddie the rest of the night. Love the physical affection in this one, much giggling and feet kicking was had (23 chapters)

let it roll into the night by Adure- Steve pov, it takes one year for Steve to fall in love with Eddie. They meet back up in 1988, both working boring jobs close by so they start taking lunch together. From spring to winter is all it takes. (one shot: 19,675 words)

Made It This Far by mcdynamite- Steve pov, Steve is determined to suffer his migraines in silence, alone, and Eddie is determined not to let him. Steve's parents neglected him as a child, told him he was fine when he definitely wasn't, so now he's convinced he's fine with debilitating migraines. (one shot: 19,401 words)

i can give you a heartbeat by soupbitchin- Eddie pov, Eddie dies and becomes a ghost who's connected to Steve/haunting him. Slow burn and real mind bendy with the supernatural stuff! Very lovely overall! Wayne moments are TOP TIER in this one (14 chapters: 113,754 words)

Saving All My Love For You by subtlehysteria- Eddie pov, Eddie notices Steve struggles with touch and in trying to help his new friend, develops feelings along the way, oblivious Eddie is wonderful! (one shot: 20,504 words)

Endless Love by subtlehysteria- Steve pov, part 2 of the fic above! Eddie's never had a long time boyfriend and Steve is determined to woo him properly! Very very sweet, lotsa fluff, OBSESSED (7 chapters: 28,864 words)

#steddie #stranger things #steddie fics #steddie fic rec #steddie fic

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