#i will never make anything cooler than this /j

[hpdmguy]

ways they show each other love !

loads of rambles + clutter-less version below the cut

the yellow lines highlighting things is actually marking (almost) everywhere they touch since the primary theme of this piece is physical affection! the stars were just for fun

top left (kissing): pretty self explanatory! fun fact, it was the first thing i drew for this piece :)

top middle (hand on back): i was trying to sleep the other night and my brain suddenly went. drarry physical affection and that was the first thing i pictured! i kind of imagined this one as like... dracos stressed or something and harry just puts a nice comforting hand on his back

top right: the good ol pinkie hand hold,, link, ,think. yeah. no real thoughts behind this one. it fit the box and its cute

middle left (speech bubbles): one thing i see a lot (im pretty sure this is ((implied in)) canon as well, but dracos a big yapper! so its kinda showing here that harrys just listening to all hes got to say. probably my favourite one of the lot, i had fun rendering it. (looking at this post i too am a yapper)

middle (orange slices): theres this thing where you peel an orange for the people you love. you can look at it either way; draco providing food for harry, knowing his childhood food insecurity and always wanting to make sure he has something, or harry (whose love language is acts of service) giving something to draco, maybe after a long day

watermarked middle (draco constellation): just some fun symbolism i thought i might try to fit in

middle right (legs): in this theyre just chilling. dracos reading (the book didnt come across well ((i cant draw hands very well)).

right edge (flowers): these are narcissus flowers, also known as daffodils. a reference to narcissa malfoy, and also a reference i suppose to how she saved harry in the forest, because draco was alive, because harry saved him in the room of requirement

bottom left edge (flowers): these are lilies. partly to complete the circle of mothers saving sons saving the world, and partly because i wanted to fill space. (theyre fucking terrible to draw tho i do not recommend)

bottom left (hand in hair): well harrys hair is very luxurious as you can see and i imagine during cuddles draco cards his hand through it and teases out snarls and such. (i know hair pulling is something that can be seen as sexual, this isnt that and it isnt meant to be that and please dont see it as that :(

bottom watermark (stag): harrys patronus because why not

bottom middle: so this is a bit obscure but theres this post by @/iamnmbr3 that talks about a headcanon that they can share wands and its kind of special and intimate. so thats what ive depicted here. also for funsies harry has the draco constellation on his arm. not the big dipper. also i cant draw the dark mark for shit

bottom right (shoes): just a subtle way they can touch, not always big. just under the table or sitting on the sofa together, just to feel the other person there.

i knew i wanted a warm scheme and i knew i wanted orange and blue to play a big part in this. i was going to have warm colours on blue and cool colours on orange as a sort of contrast but that didnt end up working out.. the wand scene is an attempt at it except i mixed it up and made it cool on cool, its so washed out and i didnt bother to fix it

[secretsnowclub]

Building a Time Machine to Review Lancer

This article begins with Snow completing a time machine and traveling back to the year 2006. Snow appears in her childhood bedroom with her Fourteen-Year-Old Self [from now referenced as 14].

Snow: I’ve come from the future to ask you some questions. I’m struggling to review this book.

14: I become a girl?

Snow: We don’t have time for that. I’m only here for the book.

Snow holds up Lancer, the 2020 Mecha TTRPG from Massif Press. Funded on kickstarter in 2019 to the tune of $432,029 on the back of a long beta-phase, facilitated by the Lancer subreddit, and the vibrant illustrations of Tom Parkinson Morgan, creator of Kill Six Billion Demons, the wildly successful web comic.

Snow doesn’t tell this to 14 because it would take too long to explain that, in the future, people could have a job like that and make that kind of money. And if 14 knew, then the entire trajectory of her life would change.

14: Makes sense. It’s really big. What’s a Lancer?

Snow: Like 500 pages, but It’s not important. It’s like a Gundam.

14: Like Gundam SD? Zaku Zaku hour?

Snow: No.

14: Like G Gundam? With the horse guy?

Snow: No. I thought you were cooler than this.

14: Shrugs. So it’s just a mecha thing? Mechs are cool. That art’s really sick. Can I be that guy on the front?

Snow: Ideally. It’s like 4th Edition. Has that come out yet? Never mind, you’ll like it. Here. Hands 14 the book. I want you to read through it and tell me what you think.

14 opens the book, flipping a few pages, then cuts the book in half, flipping quickly through the front and middle.

Snow: What’s that? What’re you doing?

14: I never read the front stuff. I tried with D20 Modern, but it’s all just kinda boring. I wanna make a mech. In the Naruto game we played, making your ninja was the best part.

Snow and 14 sit on the floor with some paper and make their mechs.

Snow: It says here that all new players start with the same basic frame, the Everest.

14 flips to the Everest.

14: There’s no picture for it.

Snow: Well, my guess is that they let you make it look however you want since everyone starts with it.

14: The others have pictures though, and look how cool they are. The Blackbeard, the Drake, the Nelson. I wanna be the Nelson. Look at the cape!

Snow: Can you make sense of the stats and stuff?

14: I mean, it mostly makes sense. I don’t know what Repair Cap is. Or Heat or anything like that. But the traits are cool. Boost is probably an action. Immobilized or Slowed make sense as conditions. And the Skirmisher ability is so cool. I’m like, gliding through the battlefield with a spear, cutting down mechs and backflipping away.

Snow: Okay so…

Snow bookmarks page 140 with a finger and flips back to page 30. She does this several times before reading through to page 36.

14, bored, tries to draw a mech.

Snow: Um, ah, I see. So these things are your stats, like in Star Wars or Pathfinder.

14: What’s Hull?

Snow: That’s like your strength. It says “Roll Hull when smashing through or pulverizing obstacles.” But you won’t know what your Hull bonus is until you make your pilot. They get mech skill points to put into your mech stats. We need more bookmarks if we’re gonna do this..

14: Mom’s got the printer. A lot of books are big and confusing, so I just print off the important pages. You really only need like 20 of them to figure out the game I bet.

Snow: Speed is movement, Evasion is kind of like Armor Class, Sensor is your range to detect enemies and use hacking things on them, and E-Defense is Armor Class for hacking, but Heat is like HP for hacking, and then Stress is like Structure but for hacking, so, like, Structure and Stress are, like, if you drop to 0HP, you lose a Structure and regain all HP and kinda do it all over again, so it’s like extra lives, except you might get a scar or something, same for Stress–

14: Mom’s got the printer.

14 sits at a buzzing Dell computer on the enclosed front porch while the bulky printer spits out some pages in jagged black and white ink.

Snow reads about combat.

Snow: Do you still have the old gundam figurines? I think we put them in the basement. I don’t remember when.

14: I’m not sure, why?

Snow: First of all, don’t let mom throw them away. She’s gonna throw away a lot of your stuff and you’ll wish you still had when you get to where I am. Secondly, we can use them for combat. It’s grid-based, so we’ll have to figure that out. Get a map or something.

14: I hate grids.

Snow ignores 14 and continues to read.

14: Figure all that out yet?

Snow: Yeah, I think so. I think it’s actually really simple, just that everything’s spread out. You’re just rolling a D20-plus-stuff against the static numbers to see if you hit. Then your attachments can raise the static numbers. Accuracy and Difficulty are like additional modifiers that can happen with cover or if you’re affected by a status. It’s just like D&D. But with mechs.

14: It does just kinda give you a buncha numbers.

Snow: We also just flipped to the mechs though, so–

14: But that’s why we’re here though, right? I don’t want to read about all this random stuff. I want to take the mechs and play the game in as little time as possible. If I have to sit and explain all this to the guys, they’re gonna be so bored. They’d rather play Star Wars or something.

Snow: You think it would be better if you opened the book and it was just mechs right up front?

14: It sounds kinda silly when you say it like that. It’s more that, it being a big book you already know it’s going to be boring, right? They always are. I feel like the good version of such a big, mecha book is that it would be filled with mechs. It should be filled with pre-built pilots and just, like, the rules for making your own if you want to. The art is so cool, why would you want to start by building your own mech when you could pick this cool gunslinger one? If I opened this book and it was just like “pick a pilot and pick your mech, here’s a grid so you can fight and here’s the one page with all the basic rules on it,” then I could play it right now and we wouldn’t be sitting here waiting for these pages to print.

The printer stutters.

Snow: Would it make you feel any different if I told you this was made by just two people?

14: What? Really? Why?

Snow: Well, not only two people. Miguel Lopez and Tom Parkinson Morgan wrote and designed the whole thing. Tom and a bunch of others did the art. It was edited by Melody Watson and the layout was done by Minerva McJanda.

14: I don’t know who any of those people are.

Snow: It was a small team, is what I’m trying to say.

The printer whirs to a stop.

14: But look, I just put together the important parts so that we can actually play. And I’m fourteen.

14 and Snow continue talking, sitting at the dining room table.

Snow: What about the GM section? Won’t you need it to run the game?

14: No. I’ve seen Gundam Seed and Patlabor and Appleseed. I’ll just do that but with, like, a Death Star or something.

Snow: Just take a look. I want your opinion on it.

14 skims the section.

14: GM Principles. Facilitate fun, no duh. Renounce control? That’s a no brainer. Just last week the group killed the big bad in the Star Wars campaign in the first session. Funniest shit that’s ever happened.

Snow: Haha, I remember that.

14: Consider your players… I’m sorry, but what is this? Is this book trying to teach me how to be a good friend to my friends?

Snow: Well, maybe you’re not playing with friends?

14: Why would I do that? And why would playing with strangers make me act like a jerk all of a sudden?

Snow: Shrugs. Remember that game at the card shop when that new worker ran a game and was killing everyone’s characters for fun?

14: Yeah…that sucked. But that guy was just a jerk. He got fired for stealing Magic cards or something, I think.

Snow: Well, maybe the idea is that if this is in the book, stuff like that won’t happen or can be stopped. Y’know, like a kid reading this might feel comfortable enough to speak up.

14: The only reason we didn’t speak up was because he was an adult. We knew he was a jerk the whole time, we just wanted it to be over so we could go do something else. Maybe if adults weren’t assholes things would be better.

Snow: I understand.

Beat.

Snow: I kinda like the questions here under Eliciting Responses. Those are actionable and could be nice for awkward pauses.

14: Yeah, those are alright.

14 and Snow sit at the table having just finished making pilots.

Snow: How’d you like that?

14: That was kinda fun. The pilot portraits are really cool. There’s a lot of cool art in here that makes me really want to be those people. The backgrounds remind me of D20 Modern, but they’re actually useful here. I like the Triggers and I want to make a bunch of them. I can’t wait to see what the group ends up making.

Snow: My favorite part is that all skill checks are just trying to beat a 10. I’ve stolen that for some of my own games.

14: Wait, you make games?

Snow: Yeah. It’s sort of why I’m doing this interview with you.

14: Oh, so this is your job?

Snow: Thinks for a moment. No, this is just sort of a compulsion. But my job is making games. I’ve made a few.

14: That’s really cool. I didn’t even know that could be a job.

Snow: You’re gonna like it. It’ll be a while before it happens though. You’ve gotta go through some things first.

14: Ignores her. But yeah, I really like the pilot stuff. I could honestly see us using that for its own game. I don’t know, my mind has like six different ideas for a campaign right now. You could use this as like pilots for fighter planes, or race cars, or like even some kind of Code Lyoko situation.

Snow: Is that important to you? Being able to reuse ideas or think of new ways to use what’s in the book?

14: Well…I think it’s more that the book showed me an easy way to make ideas I already had into a reality. Like, we always wanted to run a zombie game, but with D&D it didn’t feel right. After we read D20 Apocalypse though, it felt more natural.

Snow: That’s a good thought. What about Section 2: Missions and Downtime?

14: I probably won’t use any of it.

Snow: Why not?

14: I don’t know. Like I said before, I’ve seen Gundam. I already know the stories I want to have. I think that’s the easiest part.

Snow: What’s the hard part then?

14: Um, maps, enemies. Cool rival pilots. Things that give me more ideas. I don’t really need it to tell me how to do a mission or whatever. I’ve watched Saving Private Ryan and I’ve played Medal of Honor, so… the only thing missing is the inspiration. Stuff I couldn’t think about by just sitting and watching T.V.

Snow: And what about the downtime actions?

14: I don’t know.

Snow: No opinions?

14: Shrugs. Same answer, I guess.

Snow: Do you think the rest of the book is used well?

14: I don’t really know what you mean by “used well.” But it’s a lot of information to parse. They can’t expect I’ll read this all at once, or even read it all before I play the game. There’s so many templates and different types of NPCs. Tons of symbols for weapons and attacks. It’s just a lot of information that my brain can’t really make sense of right now.

Snow: Do you wish it were simplified?

14: I think we both agree that the game is rather simple, the actual rules are easy to learn, but the way it’s presented makes it hard to grasp.

Snow: Yeah, I agree. But when I actually stop to read any of it, the ideas are pretty good and usable. Like, reading the Sniper NPC gives me an idea for an encounter. But you’re right, it is A LOT. But I don’t think it’s any more or less than, say, what the Monster Manual has, for instance.

14: Yeah, but there’s so many optional things. The Monster Manual really just gives you one instance of a thing, so you can take out, like, a dragon, and just use it right then. You don’t have to build it or be selective about it. I don’t really know if one way of doing it is better, I just know that I feel overwhelmed by the book right now and will probably just make a lot of stuff up on the fly as we play.

Snow: I understand.

Beat.

Snow: I wish mom would take you to the doctor.

14: Huh? Why?

Snow: It’s nothing. There’s so many things I wish I could tell you–so many things you’ll learn between now and when you become me–

14: A girl?

Snow: Unphased. And you’ll wish that maybe someone paid more attention. So many things that would help you make sense of who you are and how your brain works.

14: Wait, are you crying?

Snow: No, no.

14 and Snow run a few rounds of combat, just the two of them. 14 pilots the Nelson, decked out with a Custom Paint Job, Expanded Compartment, and Manipulators. The last of 14’s SP is spent to get the Type-1 Flight System. So now the Nelson counts as flying while it boosts towards enemies, War Pike at the ready. Sides strapped with two pistols and a shotgun in case things get hairy.

Snow builds out Horus’s Pegasus model but doesn’t use it for the combat. Instead, they control a few squads of infantry and an Archer NPC with the Flier Ship Template.

Snow sets the scene: 14 is sent behind enemy lines to take out a ship that holds a nuclear armament. It’s set to leave the atmosphere this evening and must be grounded.

The fight is slow and methodical. They listen to the Halo 2 Movement Suite the entire time.

Snow: That was fun.

14: Yeah, that was epic. I don’t normally like grids, but it kinda makes sense with mechs. It’d be really fun to, like, be the pilot and do Gundam Wing stuff before getting into this big conflict that’s, like, really intense.

Snow: I bet it might get a little monotonous with all the guys here.

14: Naw. They love it when combat takes forever. I think it’ll be even better with more people. You can use strategy and talk to each other about where you’re gonna go and who you’re gonna attack. Coordinate stuff. I’m sure there’s a limit to how many people you can add before it’s too much, but that’s true of everything.

Snow: Good point.

14: I can’t wait to play some more tonight.

14 and Snow sit quietly for a moment.

Snow: Well I should really get back. Do you think I should leave the book with you or take it back with me?

14: If you need it, you can keep it.

Snow: It’s your choice, kid. I came here for you.

14: I’ll definitely keep it then.

Snow hands over the book to 14. They don’t hug or anything. They just stand there as awkward reflections of each other.

Snow: So…you like it after all?

14: Yeah. It’s really cool. I’ll probably read it all some day. Or not. I’ll probably just make up the stuff that makes my brain all fuzzy.

Snow: Good plan.

Snow says goodbye to 14 and steps back through into the present.

When they return, on their desk is a beat-up copy of Lancer. The pages are torn, some removed completely. Spine bent. Water damaged. Notes written in the margins. Black marker crosses out enough to make it look like poetry.

And atop it, a solitary Gundam figurine sits waiting.

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[agentpeggycartering]

running your finger down their spine, bucktommy

Thank you for the prompt, dear, and I hope you enjoy!

The last few months— the last year, really— had been rough on everyone, but things were improving. It was good to have everyone together like this again, in a backyard, surrounded by the smell of grilling meat and the sound of laughing children. And there was so much to celebrate, too.

Baby Han was growing more and more each day, and Jee was taking so well to being a big sister. Maddie was doing well, having open and honest conversations with Chimney and her doctors about how she was feeling and it wasn't anything like how she was after Jee-Yun was born.

Mara was officially part of the Wilson family, and the grin had hardly left her face since they left the courthouse after her adoption. The knowledge that she was home and never had to leave again—could never be made to leave again— settling something deep within her, putting to rest a lot of her worries and fears after everything that had happened with Councilwoman Ortiz.

Athena was smiling more often, accepting more dinner invitations. She wasn't her old self again, but no one expected her to be. They just didn't want to lose touch with her, and Buck especially didn't want her to be alone.

And, of course, they were celebrating the newly promoted Captain of the 118.

But the happiest thing, the thing that was the most important, the thing that Buck wanted to shout from the rooftops, was that he and Tommy had sat down and talked about their fears, their pasts and baggage, their expectations for their relationship and the future and had gotten back together. They were on the same page and fully committed to both each other and to doing the work to make their relationship last.

Buck is in the middle of telling Ravi a story when Tommy comes up next to him, crowding in close and resting a hand on his hip. He presses a quick kiss to Buck's cheek in greeting before he presses carefully assembled plate of food into his hand.

"Thanks, babe." Buck says to Tommy with a grin and a kiss to the cheek, before turning back to his conversation with Ravi, now embellishing and emphasizing with his fork. Tommy has to dodge the occasional bit of food when Buck gets too excited in the middle of taking a bite and waves the fork around before it gets to his mouth.

He's a warm, steady presence at Buck's side, interjecting when there's an opportunity but largely letting Buck steer the conversation. Buck is so overjoyed that he gets to have this, Tommy at his side, his family all around him. It's different than it was last year in a lot of ways, but for the first time in a long time he's truly content.

Ravi's drink runs out and Tommy offers to get him a new one, because he also needed a drink and 'do you need anything, Evan?'. Buck does, and he watches as Tommy makes his way across the yard to the coolers, chatting briefly when he's stopped, but he doesn't take too long, pointing over at Buck and Ravi with an apologetic expression on his face. He comes back with bottle of water for himself and beers for Buck and Ravi, opening them before handing them out like the gentleman that he is. Buck gives him a kiss in thanks.

"Thanks man, but I'm not going to kiss you. You're not my type and also I like my ankles the way they are." Ravi says, and Tommy chuckles, laughing even harder when he sees the pout on Buck's face. He kisses the pout away and Buck decides to forgive him, he did bring him food and a beer, after all. Ravi tells them that they're gross, and then asks Tommy to clarify something that Buck had said while he was gone, because he didn't believe that Buck was telling the truth, which, rude!

Tommy obliges, crowding into Buck's side again, but rests his hand at the small of his back instead of his hip. He rubs his thumb up and down while he tells Ravi a story from when he first started at Harbor.

Buck finds that this beer is making him pleasantly buzzed, and he finds himself leaning towards Tommy, just wanting to be close to him. Tommy takes his weight without a word, easily carrying the conversation with Ravi, and runs his fingers up and down his back, right on top of his spine. Buck finds himself going even more boneless and sighs to himself, happy to be here with his family and the man he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

[gotaksboyfie]

trinkets

pairing vasco x gender neutral reader

summary vasco is a simple man. he sees a pretty item, he brings it to his prettier partner

word count ~900

warnings/tags fluff, established relationship, j high arc (no crews) written partially in vasco's pov

there's not much in vasco's mind these days. there's his marriage to the burn knuckes, and his affair with you.

jace has been on his ass about it recently.

it should feel like cheating (but it's not his fault!) because these days it feels like the burn knuckles are put on the back burner with how much he thinks of you — all jace's words.

it doesn't matter to vasco, you are much prettier and cooler and awesomer than anyone else. his own y/n, all his!!! how cool is that? of course he'll put the burn knuckles aside for you.

but that's not to say vasco is ignoring his burn knuckles duties, he's still doing all of them! so what if he's just constantly blabbering about you to his members?

anyways, that's not the point. the point is: vasco can't stop thinking of you.

you're in his head when he wakes up ("i wonder what y/n is eating for breakfast?")

you're in his head when he's riding his bike ("does y/n like riding these?" vasco mutters outloud.

"i'm sure they like riding something else," a cheeky member jokes)

and you're especially in his head when he sees something that reminds him of you. it ranges from a very shiny rock, to a stupid looking hair clip he sees in a store. anything that's cute, he stuffs it into his y/n pocket. he's saved his left pocket solely for items to give to you.

(sometimes there's so many items stuffed in there that it bulges out, and jace can't help but think it looks like he has a very oddly shaped boner.)

it's all just little items he finds throughout the day, but there's so much you don't know what to do with it sometimes.

there's a bit of a routine now. vasco saves everything in his pockets—just lugging it around incase he sees you a little earlier than expected—and does a debrief of everything he found during lunch.

the first time it happens, it's a little jarring.

the moment vasco spots you during lunch break, his face is so bright it's nearly blinding.

"y/n! y/n-ah, come look what i found today," vasco excitedly says, shoving zack out the way and sitting down next to you.

"the fuck–" zack grumbles, but pauses when he sees the amount of rocks that vasco is pulling out of his pockets. it seems never ending, and zack is just more confused how the fuck vasco fit all of that in there.

there's over a dozen rocks, all ranging from small to the size of your fist.

"vasco..? what's this?" you ask, confused.

vasco lays it all out in an orderly manner, arranging the rocks by size.

"this one is shiny, so i brought it to you. same with this one and this one. for this rock, the color was really nice and i liked it." vasco points to each rock, listing out his reasons for bringing them.

"that's nice, what about these then?"

and the cycle continues. vasco comes everyday with more and more items. crumpled candy wrappers with cute designs, keychains, plushies, three stickers he peeled off a vending machine, just about anything he can find.

you have to start bringing another small bag to fit them all—which makes you wonder, how is vasco rawdogging it all in his pocket? is every day leg day for him?

still, vasco never fails to show up. it's reminiscent of a penguin mating ritual, especially with how vasco puffs up with each "aww!" and "thank you!"

daniel says it's cute, zack thinks vasco has a hoarder problem, jay doesn't say anything but daniel claims he meant to say "vasco is doing a good job of being y/n's boyfriend".

mira thinks it's a little obnoxious but still cute, and zoe is starting to copy vasco's techniques to use on daniel—which makes jay start to one-up her. suddenly daniel's desk looks like yours every lunch now.

and you? you love it. it's endearing how excited vasco is to present his findings to you. the sparkle in his eyes rivals the newest rock he brings you (does he polish them in his spare time?) and he waits like a puppy for your compliments.

one day, curiosity gets the better of you.

you're eyeing a neon frog keychain he brought you, with googly eyes and and a pullable tongue, while vasco is yapping away.

when vasco finishes you finally ask him, "why do you actually bring me these?"

vasco quiets down, and you can see him staring at his feet. he's scratching his neck, slightly embarrassed as he starts mumbling.

"well, it makes you smile so.."

you blink at him.

"that's it?"

he nods, and his ears are pink. "yeah."

you let out a small laugh, "you've been stuffing yourself full on junk just to see me smile?"

"it's not junk!" vasco frowns, feeling a little offended.

"sure, vasco." you have to bite your lip to stop the giggle threatening to bubble out your mouth. vasco looks like a kicked puppy from you telling him that. his shoulders droop a little, and you can see his imaginary puppy ears wilting.

"mission accomplished, then." you wrap your arm around his, interlocking your fingers.

vasco perks up again, a smile gracing his face. "really? you like them?"

"i love them."

just seeing how happy he gets makes you already anticipate what he's going to bring tomorrow.

fin

a/n i actually don't remember if vasco rides a bike/motorcycle but we ignore that little bit near the beginning LOL i could've sworn he did when he's training fat daniel but that was too many chapters ago 😓 i think he's a Little ooc but i just love this version of vasco🤞

[smilingangel582]

Still sensitive, sis?

Nauuur, I love these guys! I finally finished Arcane, and too bad there won't be a season 3. I also figured that Isha deserves more and she couldn't even bond with Vi... so why not? Jinx being a little shit as always!

Spoilers alert!

Enjoy this second fic as this takes place in episode 5 during that silly little sibling fight with Jinx and Vi. Instead of a bitch fight its a tickle fight.

Warning: cute siblings, tickles, spoilers for arcane up s2 ep 5, swearing

"Seriously Jinx, what tricks are you up to this time?" Vi grumbles as she follows Jinx and Isha through the tracks whole hearing the faint clapping to light the mushrooms.

Jinx is getting slightly annoyed now, she turns to her sister with a scoff. "Ugh... I told you! Vander is alive!"

"Delusional..." Vi snorts.

"Honestly," this time her attention the little girl walking in front of them, Isha, "She used to be cooler than this... well I did kick her butt..."

The smirk triggered Vi, who spoke in a soft yet menacing voice, "Don't test me, Jinx... you know very well that I'm stronger"

"Oh yh fat hands?" JIinx teased now, "You got too cocky because you got some bitch-mittens that..." she murmurs the last part mockingly, "you didn't even build your self"

That does it...

Vi's hands relaxed, realising the gauntlets now letting the fall. She lifted her bare bandaged fists now, glaring, "I don't need these to fight... unlike you who need your gadgets to-"

Slap!

Vi star struck, her foot taking a step back due to the surprising move as Jinx slapped her nonchalantly. She smirks, "You were saying?"

Then it starts.

Vi pulled Jinx by the hair now, but Jinx tackles her down, attempting to pin her sister down.

Isha concerned etched wanted to step in but remains back for now in case things get serious.

"Last chance to surrender!" Vi flips Jinx, who's skinny legs began to kick as Vi tried to pin her down despite the punches weakly hitting her.

"Never far hands!"

"I am stronger!"

Jinx grunts now then gets an idea, she swiftly slides beneath Vi, so her hands could slip beneath open black jacket where Vi's bare waist was, giving a gentle tickle.

"Gaha!" Surprised but electrical sensation she falls to the side now glaring, "Hey!"

"Aww, still sensitive, sis?"

Vi couldn't help blush as she grabbed Jinx hands before they could tickle her again, firmly keeping them away from her sides, "F-fight fairly you idiot"

Jinx grins now despite being physically overpowered she won the battle.

"Yh? Watch me!" Jinx smirks, now calling over Vi's shoulder, "Alright, kid, go for her ribs!"

Before Vi could protest (or better react to anything), she felt Isha's small fingers instantly tickling the back of ribs through the thin bandages. Perhaps her old jacket could've saved her sensitive skin.

"Eeek! S-stop that!" Vi never imagined she would let out such an awful squeal of surprise. Jinx laughed at that now freeing herself she began to pin one of Vi's arms down sneakily going for her armpit.

"Uh oh sis, you're in trouble," Jinx sneered, being the little evil she is even as a child when she was Powder. Vi usually hid her sensitivity from the others, but Vander and Powder really got her good as she had her guard down around them.

It's been a while since she faced pure humiliation.

"Gahaha cuhuhut thehehe crahahahap! Hahaha, J-Jihihinx! S-Stahahap!" Vi couldn't keep her limbs controlled when she felt twenty fingers tickling her ribs, armpit, and waist.

"Wow Vi, your bandages are so thin..." She grins menacingly. "Such a shame, it makes you an easy target"

"Ahahah, G-gohoho ahahahawaay!" Vi tried shoving Jinx, but Isha would be stepping into distract her, and she couldn't hit the sweet child.

"Ahah -EHE! NOHOT THERE!"

Jinx tickles her stomach much gentler now, but mercilessly, "Ahh, still the same tickle spot! You should laugh more, sis... It looks nice on you"

"A-AHAHA! J-JUHUJUST SHUT THEHEHEHE FUHUHUCK UHUHUP!" Vi shrieks into wild cackles now when Jinx continues to mercilessly torture her firm six back middle. she curls to a ball to defend herself, but it doesn't help at all, especially since Jinx.

"Isha~, try the knees too. My sister gets super screechy there!"

How the hell she remember those??

"N-noho! D-do-!"

Isha grunts, not really listening to Vi, but understanding that Jinx's orders are absolute... then she crawls towards Vi's failing knees, which were easily grabbed. Vi panic when she feels the softness of her fingers under the knees through the ripped leather jeans, "AAAH! EEEE SHIT! GAAAHAHA! NOHOO MORE! OHOK FUCKING HELL -NOHO!"

Her worst spots were attacked, so... she had to submit.

"Hmm? What was that Vi?" Jinx giggles now, slightly happy that she gets to mess with her older sister again, "You sure you want a swear when you clearly knows you're losing"

"I-I... EEEH!" The surprise tickle to her stomach caught her. Vi uses her free hand to cover her lips, embarrassed that she actually squeals. "F-Fine! Fihihine! You win wihihin!"

Jinx grins, getting and even pulling Isha to her lap, who didn't want to stop tormenting Vi

"You always were weak to this sis," despite her attempts to tease her, she sounded nostalgic and soft. Vi pants, now sighing but also softening.

"Ok... we're leaving..." she gets ul putting on her gauntlets. Jinx chuckles, enjoying Vi's red ears, as she moves ahead, grumbling.

"Good to have you back, sis." Jinx smiles fondly as Vi is already ahead, and Isha runs too now, dragging Jinx with her. Somewhere in her features, Vi had a soft smiling playing on her wrists.

[empresskaze]

I Would Shiver The Whole Night Through - Jayvik - Sick Viktor 3/6

Part 1 | Part 2

Day 10 “You’re safe, it was just a dream.”

Day 11 “You’re burning up!”

I've added the ao3 link to this to my master list which is in my bio.

also forgive any errors I wrote a lot of this in the dark without my glasses on xD

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I never asked for any of this Viktor!

She's using you! Using us why can't you see that!

It's not like that!

Fuck off you know it is! Forget it, forget us! I'm done!

Jayce hadn't realized he'd drifted off until that particular dream jerked him awake. He felt around for his phone, squinting at the bright screen popped on. 

11:32 pm

Hell, it wasn't even midnight yet. He couldn't have been out that long. 

Mel Medarda

Jayce couldn't get that menacing glint in Viktor's eyes as he spoke her name out of his mind.

Yes, she'd been a source of friction. Yes, he'd slept with her, but only after Viktor left. Cait was the sisterly confidant. Vi helped with distractions and drinking the memories numb. But Mel? She had taken the pain away, even for a short while. The first time Jayce hadn't thought of Viktor at all was that night. 

Given she'd been one of the catalysts that burned down their partnership, Jayce had been fully ready for any onslaught Viktor considered bringing on. Hence why his sudden laughter didn't make sense. But maybe that had just been the fever.

The fever, shit!

Rolling over, Jayce saw the huddled frame of Viktor shivering violently messily wrapped in both blankets. Jayce vaguely remembered himself having the thinner one on when he laid next to Viktor but at some point, Viktor had stolen it. Neither seemed to be helping as he shook hard enough, Jayce was suddenly worried he might fall off the bed. Scooting over, he grimaced, seeing Viktor's hair matted in sweat against his ashen skin. The bag under his eyes etched deeper than earlier as Viktor's brow creased severely. Teeth gritted, only hissing breaths escaped, as he'd pulled himself into the tightest ball his body could manage.

Carefully, Jayce reached his hand out to cup Viktor's forehead, who relaxed with a meek sigh momentarily, only to whine when the hand was pulled away.

“Shit V, you're burning up.” Jayce moved off the bed, heading into the bathroom. He soaked two of the hand towels, rinsing them rapidly, but they still dripped water as he returned to the bedroom.

“Hey, hey, it's okay.” Jayce tried soothing Viktor as he pulled away the blanket, which was nearly drenched. “I'll get you a clean one, don't worry.”

Viktor's thin fragile body racking with feverish shivers ached Jayce's heart. He should have gotten him out of those wet clothes immediately, started the shower right away, anything but let Viktor stew in freezing clothes sucking any warmth from him.  

Focus Talis, you can guilt trip yourself later.

Carefully, Jayce swept away the stray hairs stuck to Viktor's forehead as he laid one of the towels upon it. “It'll be okay.” He repeated, not sure at this point if he was talking to his patient or himself.

Viktor let out a weak moan, wincing when the cool cloth hit his skin. Jayce swore he heard him mumble something but Viktor's voice was too soft to discern any words.

Jayce then lifted the sweatshirt that was even more soaked from the fever than the blanket had been, but at this point, he needed to worry about lowering it before getting dryer clothes.  

Viktor winced as the cooler air hit his exposed stomach, hand flailing around, trying to push away Jayce's.

“Trust me, V, I don't like this anymore than you do.” Jayce remarked as he held the shirt up with one hand and lay the bigger of the two towels onto Viktor's slender waist.

Viktor howled, thrashing away from Jayce, who had to grab onto him so he wouldn't tumble off the bed. 

“C-c-cold.” The first words Viktor spoke stammered out through chattering teeth and dry cracked lips.. His sunken eyes remained closed, though. Jayce wasn't even sure if Viktor was fully awake.

“I know it is, V, and I'm sorry.” Jayce positioned himself closer to the still flailing man in an effort to calm him down. He wrapped his arm around Viktor's shoulder so his head now lay against his chest. Viktor clutched Jayce's shirt in his hand, still trembling, but Jayce could feel his body starting to relax.

It took roughly half an hour of Jayce continuing to keep Viktor close so he wouldn't pull off the towels before Viktor once again drifted back to a somewhat peaceful sleep.  

Jayce's heart pounded against his chest as he looked down at Viktor, who now slept quietly on his chest.

How familiar this felt.

When he believed Viktor was truly out again, Jayce maneuvered out from under Viktor, removing the towels to rinse and hopefully replace without as much drama as before. This time he only decided to put the one on Viktor's forehead back on. He got a small moan as Viktor's head turned away but nothing else.

Jayce sat back down on the bed, once again looking at his phone.

Almost 2am, no wonder he was tired.

However,Viktor needed another blanket, so Jayce emptied the dryer so Viktor would have a dry uniform ready. The original blanket offered was now dry, so Jayce tucked it in around Viktor while repositioning the towel that had fallen.

Then he collapsed back onto the bed, staring at Viktor until his eyes finally closed.

****

A frantic spasm woke Jayce from a dreamless sleep. Nearly bolting up, he saw Viktor gasping for breath as he wildly looked around the room.

“No! No! You can't!” He rasped, “I worked so hard!” His voice cut out as he bent over coughing 

“V! Hey, look at me.” Jayce said calmly.

“Jayce?” Viktor looked at him as if he was seeing a ghost. He squinted as he took in his surroundings. “Where am I? What happened?”

“You're safe, it was a dream.” Jayce grabbed the towel, which had fallen off Viktor's head.

“A dream?” Viktor blinked, then rubbed his head. “I don't even remember now.”

“What do you remember?” Jayce asked, sitting himself up against the headboard.

Pulling his knees to his chest, Viktor rested his chin on them. “We were in your living room, right?”

“Yes, you have a fever, probably from the rain.”

“Right, yes...the rain.” Viktor coughed again.

“Here.” Jayce stood up. “I'm going to grab some water and Tylenol for you. And then you're gonna tell me what happened, okay?”

Viktor lowered his gaze but Jayce saw him nod his head.

“Okay then.” Jayce said and headed to the kitchen.

~~~~

TBC, next part will be posted on the 18th

[mobberswashere]

Kinda love nerd ocs every time people make them ❤️

Interested to know what Maya would think of Crow? He has beef with Earnest so he doesn't much like nerds but he mostly just tolerates the rest of the clique. I feel like he probably wouldn't pay Maya much mind, but he does hang with the greasers and Maya wants to befriend the greasers so they could meet like that. Also if she wanted to buy anything from him for whatever reason. He'd probably just smile and nod kinda awkwardly once she starts being awkward and too eager etc.

(I linked his profile on my pinned post and also I use the #crow for him)

AAA THEY’RE SO FUN TO MAKE and thank you sm for asking! I love OC interactions and this being my first one was really fun :))

I really loved Crow’s design and personality so I decided to make some doodles of them too! (also so sorry if the writing sounds weird or if there are any typos, i’m still learning how to make words sound good 🙏)

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<< Maya would think that Crow was a part of the greasers at first glance and would occasionally stare at him when he’s not looking. >>

“He probably owns motorcycle…wish I was cool enough to do that.” :( - Maya to herself

But, then will be told by the other members that he brings in alcohol and cigarettes to school which in turn would intrigue her even more since she wants test out using alcoholic beverages in her own secret chemical experiments.

And If she sees him talking to one of the greasers?? She’d immediately try to befriend so that she could meet the greasers. It is kinda iffy to befriend someone just so you could meet another group of people and Maya didn’t think that it’s a bad thing to do at first. Who knows? Maybe she’d like spending time with Crow instead of the greasers!

Maya is also a bit intimidated by Earnest. Never got close to him and never tried talking to him, so Crow says anything about him to her, she’d just hesitantly chuckle with no comment whatsoever. (vro thinks Earnest is the boogieman or something/j)

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<< Mustering up courage to talk to Crow >>

“Youcantalktopeopleyoucantalktopeopleyoucantal—“

Maya sees first introductions to be the most impactful part of a conversation and this certain one is what she thinks would make her one step closer to talk to the greasers, so she tries out many different approaches on how she should greet him until she finds the best one, which is—having hands in her skirt pockets and having an “I don’t care” attitude, thinking it made her look cooler. (In case you are wondering, no, She in fact did not look cool and instead was acting more like Ignacio from Nacho Libre in the “where’s your robe, Ignacio?” scene. I love that movie sm)

She had everything already planned in her head before she goes to ask for alcohol…but dude, life isn’t some video game that already has pre-written dialogue, She had to brace herself for things that were unplanned (which she was not ready for at all). She’d think that whole interaction is gonna be a some sort of big deal for her to get a friend who wasn’t a part of the clique she’s in. Their first meet up is awkward since Maya made it awkward by taking pauses as she thinks in her head about what to say, but Crow being the top dawg he is, kept a smile on his face while she rambles.

Their first meet up is awkward since Maya made it awkward by taking pauses as she thinks in her head about what to say, but Crow being the top dawg he is, kept a smile on his face while she rambles. —————————————————————————— A year later: Maya’s out of the Nerd Clique(for reasons I shall tell you after I figure it out!1!!)

<< Why so distant maya?! 💔 >>

“No one gets me like you do Steven Patrick Morrissey.” (MAYA NOOO DON’T GET PULLED INTO THE SMITHS PIPELINE NOOO—)

After She’s out of the clique, Maya began to feel incredibly lonelier than before. She still had one friend, but honestly that soon just changed to acquaintance. She begins to believe that being alone might be the best thing for her. No one to bother and no one to bother her. It was like a win-win situation! (does she know?)

She’d most likely talk to Crow only for when she needs alcohol from him, or help from him in art since that’s the only subject she has a D in and she desperately needs someone who’s doing good to help her out + she’d def be jealous over Crow’s grades and would try to ask him to tutor her!

PLEASE GO CHECK OUT @sergeantcowboy their art is amazing and Crow is just as awesome :’D

[tekrauqs]

introduction

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hmmm... I'm not really sure how to do an introduction, haha.

I don't have a name, I'm super edgy and mysterious like that for realsies, so tekrauqs or any botched version of that is fine. (I usually pronounce it like, "tech-rocks/racks," but it's really up to interpretation.) I go by he/him. If you care about mbti, I usually test as intp.

I write fanfiction when I feel up to it.

ao3 spotify

tags I use frequently: #my fics #wips #tekrauqs reblogs #yapping

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I have so many drafts for other fandoms, (genshin, bungou stray dogs, honkai: star rail, hermitcraft, zerobaseone, my hero academia, danny phantom, boynextdoor...) but I stuggle to actually get those drafts to a point that I would ever consider posting them, haha. Stray Kids just has that kick to them, I guess, so they're the main fandom I write for. I hyperfixate intensely, so if I'm not hyperfixated on Stray Kids, you'll have to longingly wave goodbye to my fic updates. My writing style is a mess of em dashes and run on sentences, if you're into that. I have a problem with deleting my fics when I'm in a certain mood, so—not that you have to have permission or anything to do it, but if permission is what you're looking for—you have my permission to download the fics. Just like, don't reupload them anywhere, please.

Sometimes I draw. Very rarely, and the likelihood that I'll ever post it is miniscule, but you never know.

Here are some pictures of my cat, I love her, she is my baby, and actually, I birthed her. Got some mpreg going on here, I guess...

I like the last one cause it looks she's gonna let one rip.

K-pop—Stray Kids is my ult group, but I started with BTS way back in 2017... Yes, I am mainly Minho/Seungmin biased, how could you tell... (jk, I bias everyone T^T Seungmin, Jisung, Minho, Felix, and Jeongin are really duking it out for that spot on the regular though.)

Nerd talk (eugh): In genshin, I main freminet, he is my pride and joy with something like a 60:210 crit ratio? (pssst, here's my UID if you wanna be friends. 659175041, America server. I can maybe help you fight bosses and carry you—my freminet can do 70k physical dmg with furina/mika/fischl B). If that doesn't make you fall head over heels for me, then I guess we're all doomed /j) I waste all my sanctifying elixirs on pale flame for freminet—and compared to freminet, my five star builds suck—so I think that says enough about me. (I'm still upset that they trashed that one concept art where he had pink hair and pants. Give him his pants back please mihoyo.)

The pictures at the top are all clouds. I have the national weather service radar and the storm prediction center bookmarked on my browsers because I like to pretend I know what I'm talking about when it comes to weather. (I'm really super proud of the first photo of mammatus clouds. I watched a lecture about how to identify clouds on youtube, and—not to brag or anything, but—my picture looked so much cooler than the ones showed in the lecture...) My camera roll is filled with shitty cloud pics, and I've still yet to see an identifiable cumulonimbus—this is definitely because I suck at identifying clouds, but I'll get there. One day...

I like trains—no I did not escape the train type of autism, unfortunately—and also planes. I was gonna be a mechanical engineer, but I was too autistic for college, and I don't wanna work in defense.

I think you can find me on any social media platform by the name tekrauqs, so if you see someone posting my stuff and it's not under the name tekrauqs, idk. It's not me, I guess? I probs wouldn't actually do anything if someone stole my stuff—and probs no one would—but you know, the spirit's there.

[unlicensedmortician]

welcome to bad movies with j&j, the segment where @ghostcasket and i watch bad movies while alex is gone. this time it’s divergent.

- i’ve never read any of the books or watched any of the movies before. btw

- oh this is gonna be terrible

- OH THIS IS GONNA BE TERRIBLE. THE EXPOSITION.

- they’re color coded,,,,,

- “there’s everyone else and then there’s dauntless who are cool hot sexy cops” jesus

- wow she doesn’t fit in,,, who could have seen this coming

- that is the most Blonde White Girl i’ve ever seen

- THIS IS SO STUPID. THIS IS SOOOO STUPID.

- they can’t look at mirrors for too long,,,,

- and they’re fucking color coded

- there are literally five personality traits and that is a real explicit part of this media

- better lock into one of those personality traits miss white girl protagonist. wonder what it will possibly be

- i can’t believe their social organization system is literally just “so we’re gonna put every teenager on an acid trip and see what happens”

- white girl discovers she has multiple personality traits, is incredibly distressed

- what’s up with how this movie treats homeless people.

- i want to claw my eyeballs out

- wow this dialogue isn’t even stilted at all

- she picked 12yo boys in gym class. obviously

- hey is run boy run by wood kid ruined forever now

- yes girl climb that piece of infrastructure. is this a big moment for you or

- why pick the doing stupid shit option if you don’t wanna do stupid shit i guess

- i shrieked out loud when i saw the love interest. why he fugly

- it’s the pit 👍

- THIS IS SO FUCKING STUPID

- this is fucking crazy

- plot point: she’s too frail and delicate and skinny 🙁

- that tattoo is so stupid and also ugly

- she’s a threat to society because she is so so special and good at everything. i fucking guess

- ok. sure. training montage. i guess.

- he just looks so much older than her that this is unsettling

- so ur saying that u have to be fucking stupid to be a part of the cool hot people class. great.

- i cannot believe it’s real and a key plot point that the biggest threat to their society is people with multiple personality traits

- of course she’s getting on the train anyway. whatever.

- people actually thought this was good??

- imagine if christina and tris had been the main couple. it wouldn’t have solved anything but it would have been cool for me personally

- girl you are about to get so hazed. oh nvm it’s a zip line

- this romance plot makes me want to start killing and im being serious

-OH MY FUCKING GOD. SHES NEURODIVERGENT. AND THEY JUST TOOK THE NEURO OFF OF THAT AND WENT YEAH THATS THE TITLE. IM LOSING IT

- o shit her mother defected. lmao

- that’s not even a little bit how any of this works at all. fear serum? kill me

- this is so fucking stupiddddd

- this is just. crazy insane contrived.

- like what do you MEAN one personality type is leading the whole government. that’s crazy. i’m gonna start hitting people with cars. i’m gonna take up smoking.

- yeah of course this mf shows up to save her. as opposed to literally any cooler option. more points to the incredibly contrived romance plot.

- jesus fucking christ????

- hey i know u just showed me all of your worst fears. can u strip

- oh okay they’re. making out now?

- smart people evil. i guess.

- she’s just tooooo special.

- the only good thing about this movie is the soundtrack thank you hans zimmer

- oh my god one of her worst fears is boning

- hello what the shit is happening. oh my god they fucking shot him. damn this is crazy.

- gasp he’s divergent too who could’ve seen this coming except for literally anyone ever.

- of course they killed her fucking mom

- oh And her dad? equal opportunity parent killing!

- ok well. that movie happened. and made so much money. thank god it’s over. i’d like to be financially compensated

[starrycloak]

it's borderline criminal (/j) that, even with how popular manifestation theory is and will's powers being suspected for years to be creation-related, no one (that i could find) seems to have written a Pygmalion (the og myth) au for byler yet.

to (hopefully) avoid some of the unfortunate implications (re: ruby sparks my beloved) of a writer making his character come to life i mean, in order to make will the guy he is now, he had to go through so much pain and trauma, or else he wouldn't be will, not even pre-canon will in said (non-UD) au, i think i'd rather go for the 'will created the initial concept for mike but as a dnd character' route.

will, lucas and dustin (he moved in kindergarden) still became friends and got into dnd, but they're not as close as the og party; will keeps his terrible home life from them to avoid more shame or their parents not letting them hang out anymore.

one day, while brainstorming to create his own dnd character, will doodled a figure in armor: someone who could be loyal, kind and adventurous, that could actually lead a party and make their campaigns cooler than any of them could imagine. Someone they could rely on. Someone who'd inspire them. Someone who would protect them. Someone that would care enough to, against any kind of danger.

that evening, after too many striked scribbles and ripped sketchbook pages, will drew his first sketch of His Paladin -no name felt right.

he never told anyone about him, not even his mom or jonathan, who'd otherwise get to see all his drawings. he never considered playing as the character either, even though he made several character alignment charts for him (if you ever had an oc, you know how it goes) and had way more sketches of him than of will the wise. that just wouldn't feel right: his paladin wasn't him or someone he wanted to (or could ever) become. his paladin was someone separate from will, with his helmet never off, tall and always vigilant, the brightest smile even in the face of failure.

again, if you ever had an oc and you used fiction as escapism, you might imagine how close will felt to his creation, especially bc only will ever knew of his existence. his paladin was there, by his side, on bad days, on loud nights; whenever will feel down, he'd picture him joining the last campaign the party borrowed from a random booklet, cracking incredibly lame jokes and reminding everyone of what they were fighting for. it was a comforting thought to turn to. a friend far away who never failed to make him smile.

no one, not even his dad, could take him away from him. if will sometimes stared too long, with a dopey smile, at his latest drawing, it was only his business. those new budding feelings, despite everything, felt safe. his paladin wasn't real, so he was not doing anything shameful nor bad by feeling so attached to him.

cue fourth grade, his dad leaving for good, castle byers, and a new boy joining his class. a chatty, very creative boy who played dnd as well. a boy who acted too familiar and looked like someone will rarely dared to visualize without a helmet on for the sake of his own sanity.

(this version of mike would be a regular human with free will in case you were wondering.)

this concept would be more about will freaking out at the idea that he created mike, realizing that's impossible [?* and trying to reconciliate what he knows about his idealized Paladin with the real mike -a boy with as many flaws as wonderful qualities.

will constantly having to remind himself they're not the same only for mike to proudly show the party his dnd character sheet along with his notes for the big epic campaign he always wanted to write -cue will excusing himself to hide both his blush and panic.

just will constantly struggling to differentiate between 'projection' and reality. trying to get rid of his feelings towards his character so he could treat the real mike fairly, get to know him, stop himself from staring too long whenever mike showed any heroic traits, and not scare him off nor get him in trouble bc of his stupid feelings.

will could now befriend an amazing boy for real and that's all that should matter. all that would ever matter.

if it takes will years to feel comfortable drawing 'sir mike the brave', that's between him and an unassuming stash of paper in his closet he cannot bring himself to throw away (he's still scared of the possibility of making mike dissapear)

[batz-surveys]

8.

The person you have feelings for turns up to your house at 2 am sad, do you let them sleep there? The person I have feelings for is my husband, and he already lives with me.

Ever been friends with someone you didn’t expect? Yes.

Has anyone told you they never want to lose you? Oh, plenty of people have told me this, and plenty of people have left my life. But it's all good. I don't want to force myself into someone's life if they don't want to have me in theirs.

Who pissed you off today? Nobody really. Today was a pretty chill day.

Do you have any plans for the weekend? Just rest and visit with my parents some more. I went over there today, but my dad just got out of the hospital, and I just feel the need to be around him because I missed him.

I bet you miss someone, huh? I missed my dad, but I got to see him today.

Are you okay with making a total fool of yourself? Hell no. I'm not lucky like my husband. He was born with no embarrassing bones in his body. I, on the other hand, am very easily embarrassed.

Do you have any tattoos at the moment? Yes.

Does the last person you kissed have any tattoos? No. The last person I kissed was my dad, but it was on the cheek like I always do. If you mean, like an actual kiss, then yes. My husband has a lot of tattoos.

How do you feel right now? I'm a little tired, but other than that, I feel good.

Do you like your hair? No, I don't really like it. I'm actually planning on cutting it very short at the beginning of the year and keeping it that way for the entirety of 2025.

Do you want to see someone this very minute? The person I want to see is already here.

Who was the last person of the opposite sex to call you? My husband.

Next time you will kiss someone? Probably tonight before we go to bed.

Has anybody ever told you that you talk too fast? Yes, I hear that a lot. I can't help it.

Have you kissed someone whose name started with a J or K? J, yes. K, no.

Do you act differently around the person you like? No. My husband is one of the few people I can just be myself around and I don't feel self-conscious about it.

You kissed someone today didn’t you? Yep.

Would you have sex with the 20th person on your contacts? My phone is on the other side of the room, and I'm too lazy to get it, haha. But probably not. Most of my contacts are family.

Do you still promise? Yes.

The last time you kissed someone, were your arms around their neck? No.

Does it make you uncomfortable when you receive a compliment? YES. So, a few weeks ago, this new parent that I met for the first time at the school I work at, goes, "You're a beautiful lady." And I go, "Oh...hah, um, it's really just my makeup." And she just kind of looks at me and smiles, and then it was just kind of quiet, and so then I just blurt out that their kid had a great day. Even at my big ass age, I still am so awkward about compliments. I remember when I was a kid, I used to get compliments about my eyes and my eyelashes, and I literally would cry of embarrassment, haha.

You have to get a facial piercing, what do you get? Probably a Medusa. I've always wanted one, but I feel like it would look weird since my upper lip line isn't that symmetrical.

Could you date someone taller than you? I have, and I'm married to someone taller than me.

Did you hold hands with anyone yesterday? I hold my husband's hand all the time.

What were you doing at midnight? I was just getting to bed.

Are you slowly drifting away from someone? Nah, not really. If anything, I'm starting to be more family oriented and have been opening up with my family more.

How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Maybe like seven. Which is why I'm tired. I tend to need like nine or ten hours of sleep, especially since I had Covid.

Are you legal to drink? Yes. I have been for quite some time.

Do you straighten your hair? I do sometimes. Usually only when the weather is cooler, or I know I have a busy week ahead of me because my hair's more manageable when it's straight and it takes me a lot less time to do it in the morning.

What’s the closest black thing to you? My bras on the drying rack, haha. All my underclothes are black for the most part.

Have you had any form of exercise today? Not really. Other than cleaning my apartment, it's been a pretty lazy day.

Is it easy to make you cry? I mean, I cry at a lot of things, so I guess so.

What was the last thing you bought? Taco Bell.

When was the last time you fell asleep watching a movie? Probably last month when I had Covid, and I just rewatched all my favorite comedy movies for comfort.

Are you excited for winter? Yes. I'm so ready wear my favorite sweater dresses.

When is the next time you will see the person you like? I see him right now. He's playing video games right next to me on the couch.

Plans for tomorrow? Seeing my parents again, more than likely. Also, I have to stop by my school because I left my tablet there and I need it.

Are you happier now or a month ago? I suppose now. August was a very trying month for me.

What's more important trust or respect? I don't think you can have one without the other.

Did your parents tuck you in when you were little? Yeah.

Doctor tells you your pregnant. You say? "Well, I didn't think that could happen. Whoops."

Name something you cannot wait for? Halloween!

Did you get to sleep in today? I did, but not as long as I wanted to. I wanted to be able to spend time with my husband before he went to work this morning, so I woke up earlier than I wanted to. It was worth it; it's always worth it.

Were you happy when you woke up? Yes, because the storm was over and we had power again. I was so restless last night because of the storm.

Do you know anyone who is pregnant right now? Nope.

Where do you want to live when you are older? Somewhere far away from everyone else, honestly. I just want to live in the country, on a big plot of land, in the peace and quiet.

You receive $50 without any reason, what do you spend it on? Probably groceries, not that it would buy that much nowadays.

Have you done anything illegal in the past week? Nah.

Have you ever been ice skating? Yes, and I fucking hate it, and I hate the person who told me, "Well, if you can rollerblade, you can ice skate."

What is better: cute smile, or amazing eyes? Both.

Do you have siblings? Yes.

Your first dog? A liver-spotted Dalmatian, with one blue eye, and one green eye, named Mister Lucky.

Is it easy for you to pretend everything’s okay? Sure. For me, it will always be easier to say, "I'm fine" then to ask for help.

Name one stupid thing you did last night? Probably made some kind of stupid face or said something silly.

When meeting someone new, are you afraid they won’t like you? Oh, when I meet new people, I automatically think they don't like me unless proven otherwise, haha.

Do you smoke weed everyday? No.

How about cigs? No. I haven't had a cigarette now in almost, like, a decade.

What are you wearing right now? My nightshirt that has all kinds of exotic animals wearing sunglasses on it.

Has a boy/girl ever called you babe/baby? Yes. My husband and I are "babe/baby" people.

Are you happy with the way things are going? Things could improve, but sure.

Do you prefer mint, citrus, or cinnamon toothpaste? Mint.

Are you one of those people who are always cold? If I'm home, yes. I like being cold so I set my air conditioner lower than the average home. Nothing like being a little chilly, and remedying it with a nice, soft blanket.

Do you have trust issues? Absolutely.

Do you think this year will be better than the last? Oh, this year is definitely better than last year.

What’s your favorite color out of these five: Green, Yellow, Blue, or Purple? Green! Green, specifically bright green, is one of my favorite colors.

Where is your mom right now? She’s in her bed asleep.

Have you done anything sneaky lately? Today actually, yes. My mom and I went upstairs to talk about a trip to Atlanta in December. It's going to be a surprise family vacation for my brother's 40th birthday. We'll have to tell him about when we're going and where, just so he can clear his schedule, but I have something pretty special planned as a gift and that will be the real surprise.

Have you ever had feelings for someone and thought “This is the person I want to be with forever”? Yes, multiple times in my life. But I'm so glad I ended up saving the best for last. He's the best husband anyone could ever ask for.

How do you calm down when you’re angry? Oh, I have to yell or throw something. I don't know how to deal with my anger. I would never hurt anyone, but I can't say the same for myself.

When you’re sick or sad, do you want to be alone or do you want someone there with you? I want to be alone so I'm not spreading germs, but I also need my husband to tuck me in, bring me food, and tell me I'm going to be okay. When I'm sad, I need a giant bear hug from him, so I'd say I need someone there with me both while I'm sick and sad.

What color hoodie did you wear last? Black.

When was the last time you were on the phone? Today.

Where did you get the shirt you’re wearing right now ? Walmart.

Has anyone made you feel like crap lately for something you really didn’t do? No.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

If you're currently taking requests, can you please do yandere dorm leaders + Jamil with a demigod reader like from Percy Jackson the readers godly parent can be your choice. If you're not currently taking requests feel free to ignore this

Percy Jackson Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Child of one of the big three, water bends to your will. And in the oddest moments, your father gives his two senses. Nonetheless, your power earns you a lot of respect and a lot of scorn from the average student. Of course, those interested don’t mind all that much until your powers seem to be an obstacle to your love for them: 

Malleus Draconia

“I see. Your mastery of the sea is impressive. I wonder if we spar who would fare best?”

He wants to engage with your power because it gets him an excuse to take your time 

This also helps him gauge your power against his own

He doesn’t cease his repeated sniping of people that hang around you 

Even if you actually challenge him seriously

He thinks you’re just the cutest

“Fine, my love. If you wish to challenge me let's have a wager. If you win I’ll stop my…warnings. But if I win you will forfeit all rights to speak to others. This is more than fair.”

Idia Shroud

“I feel we’re connected in some odd way…”

“Yeah….”

“Do you want to play COD?”

There’s a weird synergy that has you both respecting one another

He thinks its cool how you can heal up with magic

But his excuse for prying creepily into your privacy+ is justified by his constant experimentation to measure your powers

“W-what this camera? Ha, it’s only to track what you’d do in such a harrowing situation! I-it w-wasn’t b-because your wearing j-just a white shirt.”

Jamil Viper

“You’re a lot like Kalim, I’m sure your just as susceptible.”

“...I uh…get the feeling you’re capable of something…manipulative.”

“Wow, how insightful.”

Your dear old dad is probably the only help your getting with him

He’s often finding himself befriending you 

Despite being caught trying to hypnotize you

He makes a point to use his usual tactic to leave you alone

With plenty of time to come and hang out with him

“Scarabia’s the perfect setting, not a whole lot of water for their father to stay anything.”

Kalim Al Asim

“Yay! Twinsies!”

He’s so happy that you have an affinity for water just like him

He can’t make weapons like you do or heal yourself with it

But he thinks it's pretty cool

It's even cooler that you get really cuddly weak if you stay in Scarabia long enough

“Awww why don’t you stay! I promise I’ll bring the water as soon as we finish our carpet ride!”

Vil Schoenheit

“I doubt that. If you really were the child of Poseidon I doubt he’d let you walk around with skin as dehydrated as yours.”

“Gee thanks, Vil.”

“Yup that’s what I’m here for.”

He knows he’d never be able to overpower you

But he’s not all that hurt

Where you can pride yourself on your strength it doesn’t do anything against his finesse and intellect

Which he prefers

because what power couple doesn’t complement one another with their flaws and strengths

And while you may be willing to entertain these invasive welps bold suitors

He’s not so lenient

“Where you wish to merely scare them off, I wish to punish them. It’s only a given that we mirror one another, in the method.” 

Leona Kingscholar

“Join Savvannaclaw, you herbivore. You still have some evolving you can do.”

Strong mates are always fought for in life

And to make his mark he has to sand fight off the competition

The next part will be winning your heart or successfully taming you

Just give him time, he’ll make it happen

One way or another

“Ha let’s exercise I want to see how far you’re willing to go.”

Azul Ashengrotto

“With your kind of power…you could overthrow the entire empire within the coral sea!”

“Uh, I guess.”

“You guess? (Y/n), we could bring all of those who laughed at me to their knees. Metaphorically speaking.”

“They…bullied you?”

“...”

“Aww Azul…”

“S-shut up! Let’s just put them all in their place beneath you”

He loves you immensely 

And while he may seem that he’s always aiming to slip you into a contract for ‘sea conquering’ 

He’s after something more

He’s after you

His pearl, his angelfish, he wants to be your plus one as you right the world

“Ho ho what a predicament. Why don’t we negotiate the subject of payment, after the broken china incident with Grim, we wouldn’t want you to fall into debt.”

Riddle Rosehearts

“I hardly believe your dyslexia is attributed to such a trait.”

“Bet. Write something in Greek I can do it.”

“...I stand corrected.”

“Ha see?!”

“Nonetheless you’re in desperate need of my studying prowess. Come to Heartslabyul.”

He is enamored by you 

The powers and heritage just add another layer

But he finds you are lacking for someone so kind

Or rather that you don’t have conviction

In your studies or in your boundaries

You don’t need to worry he’ll do that for you

Collaring anyone who gives threatening looks  and any look in general

“Off with your head! I decree that you will be punished for the breaking of the Queen’s law: that no one touches the Ramshackle prefect but you’re queen!”

[cookierunlorelibrary]

Map Problems: Part 1

So, I was looking at the canon map that was released for some of our theories and just... Just no. It hurts me to even look at as it is widely inaccurate and outdated. Some places don’t even exist anymore or they haven’t even been added, so enjoy the rant I am about to go on. 

The problem with this map is, however, it makes no logical sense... 

First of all; we are told in the game that Beast Yeast is North-East of Dragon’s Valley (DV), no biggie, right? Well, actually, it’s also supposed to be connected. It is NE of DV and resides in/near the Licorice Sea as stated in the game, however, here it is just floating away near Crispia and the Jellyfish Ocean. The Licorice Sea does not exist and therefore, it cannot be in the right position regardless. 

A secondary problem that occurred was that the Giant Icing Ridge is too close to a tropical climate to be considered to be what it is, meaning that, while the Cacao Kingdom would be cold, it would not get to the temperatures to become an icy wasteland where cookies cannot reside without help. It would be a cooler climate, yes, but it wouldn’t be considered an artic or even all year round snowy place. 

Realistically, the City of Wizards (CoW) is placed in a weird spot, it is coastal and by the sea, however, it would be much closer to Cacao’s Kingdom (CK) than Hollyberry’s (HBK) as it also holds the Tower of Frozen Waves, which shouldn’t exist anymore by the way. The CoW also has a much cooler climate compared to the tropical, Venice-like weather the HBK has. Not to mention, the CoW is told to be in the mountains, which is not here. 

Another possible problem is that the Vanilla Kingdom (VK), is that it is close to the Lake of Truth. Now, this wouldn’t be a problem, but unfortunately it is as the VK is a barren wasteland. After the attack there has been no vegetation growth, there are only dead trees and they are in a severe drought to the point only raisin birds and old raisin residents could survive, the rest of the Vanillians high-tailed it out of there. (Also has anyone even heard of the Blood Jam mountains...?) If they live close to a lake, sure it would take over a hundred years to rehydrate, there would be vegetation growth. However, later in the game, during the Council episodes, it’s shown that the plants have nearly grown back. But that is a problem for another time because I’m not going into the map of tree growth right now. (Picture is to show the drought.)

Even the Sugar Free Road makes no sense as it is shown that Vanilla goes through multiple mountain ranges to reach what is basically “enlightenment”, however, the map never goes through mountains. It is shown they go around through valleys. So this man is either a liar or a fake (/j). It is a possibility but could be the Judgement Ravine, however, this is shown to be nowhere near the mountain ranges. If we wanted it to make more sense climate-wise and just in general, move it more towards the Secret Fig Forest, as well as the Dessert Paradise. 

While Golden Cheese hasn’t been released yet, the original positioning is not up to date and is a major issue with the map. We can assume Golden Cheese’s Kingdom is the one nestled between the Cream Cake Mountains, as originally her kingdom was to be in a Valley. Now that wouldn’t be a major issue because it’s in a valley, it is supposedly in a tropical climate, it’s sorted. 

Well... 

IT’S IN A DESERT?!

WE DON’T HAVE ROOM ON THE MAP FOR A DESERT!

The map is too small to hold everything and if you want us to believe anything you say, there is either no desert or you’ve moved GC’s Kingdom into a place it cannot possibly be. 

Deserts are formed in mountain ranges in which rain clouds cannot reach, however, this is the secondary problem, they have slapped it smack bang next to... You guessed it... THE OCEAN. 

But anyway, this is going to have to wait for another day, Spiced is wanting to tell me about a lizard they found at the entrance. 

Till we meet again, reader. - Maple Pecan Cookie 

[stuckonjbbarnes]

sleepover with the oc's (& the boys crash it 👀) pls 🖤

The Proverbial Punching Bag {OCs x Marvel Mens}

Summary: Immediately following the ending to At Least Not Alone, the gang has a sleepover.

The OC Fics (in order of appearance)

A/N: Thanks for never giving up on me writing about my OCs and helping me remember who did what @buckysmischief

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“We’re still having a sleepover right? Steve didn’t ruin it, right?” Sasha whines.

“Yes, you’re all still welcome to stay, even Steve.” Sawyer adds before acknowledging her ex, “I forgive you for the way it ended. I don’t regret anything that happened after, so stop beating yourself up and let me be happy in my fucked up choices. Be happy with your own choices, that’s all we need.”

“I- knocking cuts Steve off.

“I’ll get it!” Jazzy jumps up, “I called in a reinforcement and he’s bringing more pizza!”

“YOU INVITED J?!”

The door swings open and like a flash Sawyer leaps over the couch and throws herself into a man. Pietro watches over his bottle of beer, as she’s twirled. The rest of the group watches in mostly confusion, save for Sam and Bucky who share a similar look of recognition.

“J? You guys know Joaquin?” Sam asks, attempting to piece something together.

“Know? I grew up with him!” Jazzy smiles, “He’s my favorite cousin.”

“I’m your only cousin.” Joaquin pouts, playfully jabbing her in the ribs.

“And therefore my undisputed favorite.”

“You know those two?” Sawyer throws a thumb over her shoulder towards Bucky and Sam, “I’m so sorry…”

“I’ve done a mission  or two with Sam…Bucky, I see your sleeve is still intact today.” The man grunts in reply, not at all the Bucky that Sawyer was used to but rather reminiscent of his soldier days.

“Would it kill you to be nice to new people for 2 seconds?” Sasha unsurprisingly berates him, causing a blush to creep across Bucky’s cheeks.

“It actually might,” Sam smirks.

“Fuck off Sam.” Bucky gripes, causing the whole of the apartment to erupt in laughter.

“Wait…so you guys are like friends? I thought you hated each other.” Joaquin’s eyebrows knit together and he receives both looks of sympathy and some eyerolls.

“Frenemies.” Tali shrugs.

“No no. They love each other.” Monroe intercedes.

“They’re both boring. Can we move on to someone significantly cooler?” Jazzy asks.

“Thor?”

“Can we not bring my brother into this?” Loki groans.

“J, who are you texting? Sitting over there with a goofy ass grin on your face…” Sawyer turns her attention to Torres.

“Just the love of his lifeeee.” Sam teases.

“Her name is Wren. If you must know.” Joaquin says, eyes not moving from the screen, “She’s just a girl from Tinder.”

“...that he saved from a shitty date. Twice.” Sam adds, throwing pieces of popcorn at the man.

“Well I want to meet her.” Daisy pipes up, earning a round of ‘of course you dos’ from the group. 

“No..no. Daisy’s right.” Sawyer agrees, “I’d like to meet her too.”

“This wouldn’t be the first time they shared feelings over something.” Scott chuckles.

“SHE THREW A POTATO AT HIM!” Loki and Tali both yell, much to Steve’s embarrassment.

“I think I’m missing something here.” Joaquin squints.

“It’s a lot to unpack.” Pietro shakes his head.

“I think you could write several movies with the amount of drama and hysterics in this friend group.” Sasha offers, “I would recommend running while you can.”

“It’s too late. He’s been introduced. He knows too much.” Tali smiles, looking less than friendly.

“Hey, miss witchy-woo, tone it down for like 5 seconds.” Scott interjects, “We’re making friends here.”

“This is the most fascinating night of my life…” Joaquin murmurs, “...and I’ve been curb stomped by a supersoldier.”

“BUCKY!” Sawyer’s jaw drops as she takes in her closest male friend.

“Woah. Woah. Woah…I did NOT.” 

“Sorry…flag-smashers.” J attempts to hide his grin. “I don’t think I’d be here right now if Barnes did it…”

“I can’t believe you think I’d curb stomp someone, Sawyer.”

“Bucky…you killed the majority of my newsroom.” She defends herself, “All I’m saying is it could’ve happened.” “He’s only known me for a few months.” Joaquin interjects.

“Have you seen, Mr. Grumpy-face over there?” Monroe challenges, “If stares could kill.”

“I told him about the staring thing…” Sasha sighs.

“We’ve all told him Sash.” Sam adds. 

“Can we stop ganging up on me?”

“See how not fun it is to be the proverbial punching bag?” Daisy asks.

“CALLING YOU EVERY FLOWER OTHER THAN DAISY WAS FUNNY…YOU TOLD ME YOU LAUGHED.” Sawyer cries, “I thought we moved on.”

“As the proverbial punching bag, I’d have to agree that it’s Bucky’s turn.” Steve nods.

“I hate you.”

“That’s your best pal.” Joaquin states, “...read about it at the Smithsonian.”

“And sometimes I hate him…”

“Sometimes we all hate each other.” Jazzy chimes in, “makes sleepovers more interesting.”

“So what do you say, Torres, you in the group or what?” Bucky asks and Joaquin breaks into a slow smile.

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[cartmankisser]

Yummy anon here to request more mike bc I love the way u write him omg 😭💕💕

could u do fluff alphabet b, d, l and j 🙏 ilyily

THANK U FOR THE COMPLIMENTS SWEETIE THEY REALLY MEAN A LOT TO ME!!!!!

i do have an unfinished draft of his whole alphabet, but im posting these first for u 🫶🫶

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Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

he probably admires how loving you are!! he knows he's a handful, but you always stick around with him to shower him in affection, and it always makes him feel so special!

i mean you must be verryyy special in order to make a cold and non-human creature like a vampire feel so warm and fuzzy inside!

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

LMAO IM GIGGLING AT THIS ONE he's definitely gonna outgrow his vamp kid phase eventually and cringe about it, but the prompt says how he pictures his future, and not what it's actually gonna be like 😭

"He'd have this stupid idea that he'll become vampire king at some point with you as his queen/king by his side slaughtering all the goths and turning everyone into vampires. Or at least that's the fanfiction he wrote lmao" - @okchijt

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

i think mike is definitely protective over you! with how many people hate him and the vamp kids, he just can't help keeping an eye out for you!!

like he's the type of boyfriend to be all like "umm is he bothering you honey? 🤨"

so um yeah,, he gets jealous pretty damn easily!! he just wants to make sure that you're safe and comfortable!! and not leaving him for someone else who's popular and cooler than him,,

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

i actually wrote a whole piece for something like this,, but um tl;dr he would do something really big and dramatic!! he wants everyone to see how totally cool and confident he is!!!

but also? i can totally see him as the type of person to just,,, never ask you out,,??

like he'd just slowly let the friendship evolve to a relationship. one day he just started putting his arm around your shoulders, and that turned into to cuddling and hand holding, and that turned into kissing and pet names, but like?? you two never officially declared anything 😭

[godlygreta]

i never stopped loving you | j. kiszka

title | i never stopped loving you

summary | jake and y/n have known each other since grade school, they’ve been neighbors forever. a bit of romance ensues, but ends fairly quickly when complications arise while the boys are touring. a trip home from college ends in a slightly drunk confession.

warnings | some mature themes (bit of sex, but not explicitly), swearing, slight angst

word count | 2.5k+

author’s note | hi! this is the first thing i’ve written for any of the boys, so i hope you enjoy. i’ve written for other bands before, so writing isn’t new to me, but writing for greta is.

“I never stopped loving you.”

It slipped out. It didn’t mean to come out. Jake didn’t necessarily want it to come out. They say drunk words are sober thoughts, right? At the same time, who trusts the words of a drunk person? Usually it’s just brushed off as babbling, but Y/N couldn’t ignore what Jake said. Especially because she couldn’t blame it on not hearing him. There was no music playing outside the bar. The music was faint enough that anything Jake had said was heard.

High school was rough for Y/N with hormones mixed in with academics, horny teenage boys at every turn. Y/N wasn’t even interested in dating, not due to the fact that nobody was necessarily interested in her, but because she was too focused on her studies to even give a damn. School dances were a nice break from academics. There was a shift, though, when one boy in particular would start to really pay attention to her.

Jake Kiszka was charismatic in every sense of the word. Him and his twin brother, Josh, were always the two sweetest, yet most famous troublemakers in all of Frankenmuth High School. It got even worse when their younger brother, Sam, ended up in high school with them as a freshman. Jake had girls wrapped around his finger from the moment he had gotten a haircut. His hair was a lot shorter than before and barely even touched his forehead. Y/N didn’t really give a damn. To her, he was still Jake Kiszka, neighbor.

Their parents were friends and always hungout on the weekends. Y/N’s family had a cabin on the lake which they always vacationed at and occasionally would bring Jake’s family with. One particular summer, they stayed there for a week between the summer of sophomore and junior year. The summer’s were always hot, but this week in particular was hotter than the other summer’s before. “It feels like the Devil’s asshole out here.”

“I know, Mary, but that’s the exact reason we chose to come here this week. The kids can swim in the lake, it’s a lot cooler in the water than on the grass.” Y/N’s dad spoke, returning the conversation from her mother. He gave her a quick kiss on the side of the head and returned to unpacking the car. Y/N and the boys had already gone into the house and picked their rooms. The boys shared one, and Y/N got one of the spare bedrooms. 

Dinner was made as soon as everyone was settled in. Everyone sat around the dining table, laughing and eating as they did almost every weekend. “You excited for Junior year, Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m sort of nervous about taking the SAT and ACT. I’ve been studying when I’m not working at the shop.” She picked at some asparagus on her plate as she answered Mrs. Kiszka’s  question. Jake and Josh weren’t entirely ecstatic about it, it didn’t really matter to either of them. Music was their passion and that was never going to change.

Smores after dinner was a tradition that started when they were all really little, barely old enough to eat them. The fire was lit by Mr. Kiszka and Mr. Y/L/N. Jake, Sam and Josh had always played music while the rest of them made their smores. Y/N always made extras for the boys for when they were done playing music. Whenever they had no idea what to play, Y/N always knew the answer. Running out of songs to play, though, was a rarity in itself. The Kiszka’s knew so much about their sound, nothing was in their way of playing songs that fit it. However, every once in a blue moon they would ask their friend what she would like to hear. “C’mon now. You should know I’m a sucker for The Beatles.”

Y/N could recognize the sound of Blackbird the second it started playing. She had only listened to it eight million times that summer. She hummed lightly along as they played. Everyone clapped as soon as their song was over, the boys immediately delving into their smores. Y/N had finally taken a seat next to Josh when she was finished making their smores for them. Once their parents had gone inside, though, Y/N and the twins dipped into their parents' cooler of beer.

Neither of the sets of parents cared, they knew their kids would be safe and unharmed if they drank at the cabin. Jokes were told and stories of the past school year were discussed, as well as the future. A topic so vast for high schoolers. “I still can’t decide between a lawyer and an art teacher.”

“You’ve always been great at arguing,” Josh joked, “Practically got fuckin’ Lindsey McNeil out of that suspension.”

“It wasn’t fair. All she did was stand up for herself and what she believed in, plus that teacher is fucking creepy and everyone knows it.” Everybody laughed, the beer in everyone’s hands was getting a little warmer with every minute that passed by. Everyone filtered out one by one. Sam went in first, followed by Ronnie (she was slightly upset about coming, having made other plans with friends for the hot weather), and then Josh followed, leaving behind Jake and Y/N.

“Did you want to go inside yet or stay out here for a bit longer?” The silence beforehand hadn’t been awkward for the pair. “Cause I was thinking of going swimming for a bit.”

“I’ll join you, we haven’t swam yet today.”

The sand leading into the lake was met with a bit of rocks. It was picturesque under the moonlight. The pair discarded their clothing, leaving their underwear and got into the water. The coolness of the water sent goosebumps along her skin, leaving no piece without some. Jake followed in behind her, coming up next to her before completely dipping under the water. He popped back up and shook his head.

“You know,” Y/N started, “I think you’d look really good with longer hair.”

“You think?”

“Yeah. You should grow it out.” She swiped his hair out of the way and giggled a bit. “You’ll still never be prettier than I am.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, darling.”

The rest of the summer followed with light flirting and spending lots of time together. Junior year came around and nothing changed a bit. Prom was spent with the Kiszka family, Josh driving the three of you, as well as Josh’s date. The dance was lame, the songs were overplayed pop music, which Y/N secretly had a bit of a soft spot for. She would never tell that to Jake, though.

The pair ended up back at Y/N’s house, giggling all the way up to her room. He went into the bathroom to take his suit off, using one of Y/N’s hangers to make sure it wouldn’t wrinkle. However, Y/N was still having issues. She couldn’t manage to undo the zipper by herself, waiting for Jake to come back into the room to do it for her. He came back in, saw her still in her dress. “Need my help?”

“My zipper -- I can’t reach it.”

“I can do it,” he whispered, knowing Y/N’s parents were asleep. His hands were warm against her back, undoing her zipper slowly. The moonlight coming in from the window felt like that hot summer night at the cabin. He slid the straps down her shoulders, his mouth slightly agape. How could someone look so beautiful and delicate at the same time?

She turned around, her body facing Jake’s. He stuttered, telling her he could leave and he was honestly about to. Until he felt her hand grab his wrist. “Don’t go.”

He nodded his head, helping her get the rest of the way out of her dress. She stepped closer to him and put her hands on his chest. She could feel how fast his heart was beating. She had a hard time meeting his gaze, nervous of him not feeling the same way she had been. “You looked really good tonight.”

“Me? Everybody was staring at you the whole time, Y/N,” he spoke, one hand finding their way to her waist, the other pulling on her chin to force eye contact. “You looked absolutely breathtaking.”

There was a split second where both of them second guessed themselves. But it was over when Y/N pressed her lips lightly against Jake’s. It was such a feathery light touch, it almost felt like she wasn’t even kissing him. She pulled away slowly, her eyes closed, not really knowing what to do next. She didn’t have to figure it out though, Jake’s lips returned to hers with more pressure.

His hands had found their rightful place on her back, bringing her closer to him. Hers found their way into his hair. It felt so natural - the need for each other grew stronger with each passing minute. His mouth never wanted to leave hers, it felt as though her lips were coated in fucking drugs the way they were so addicting. He couldn’t get enough. “Do you want to..?”

“Yes, please.” It came out so needy - desperate. Y/N didn’t even care about how that presented itself to Jake. She just wanted to be even closer to him than she already was. And she got to be right where she wanted to be.

Her bed was more comfy than Jake had previously remembered. Or maybe that was because they were here under different circumstances, not just studying algebra because Jake wasn’t quite getting it. All he knew was that he wasn’t ever going to forget it. He wanted this moment to replay forever and ever. Not because he was just some horny teenager, but because holy fuck, this had just been some random thought - a daydream, almost. But this was real. This was happening.

A tangled mess they were when climaxing. “I love you,” came out as barely above a whisper. It took Y/N a half of a second to register what he was really saying before it finally hit her. She didn’t feel as if she had to say it back, if anything, he should realize that she loved him too.

“I could honestly stay here forever and stare at you until the end of time.”

“So do it. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

They didn’t though. And it wasn’t that simple. Complications arose after that night. Everything got messy and trying to tie in a relationship while the band was traveling and on the road became increasingly difficult, especially when Y/N went to college.

She came home to Frankenmuth while she was off for the summer. Her mother and father missed her a great deal and the first weekend home was spent in the Kiszka’s backyard, the boys excluded. It was weird to be at their house and not see them littered around anywhere. Ronnie was full of stories though, telling Y/N about previous times the boys have come home from touring and the memories they brought back with him.

It was painful to hear, but she was so incredibly proud of everything they had accomplished and done. Every once in a while, Y/N had checked up on their band's Instagram account. When she was really nervous — having a hard time not worrying about them — she texted Josh or Danny. Neither of them were ever going to say anything to Jake or mention it to Sam.

The two families decided to get together and have dinner at a local bar. The boys were still away, they weren’t scheduled to come back to Michigan for at least another month and a half. Ronnie and Y/N spent most of their time talking about future plans for the upcoming weeks while their parents discuss their weekend plans — what to have for dinner and who’s house to have dinner at. Time had passed quickly and before they knew it, it was 10pm.

The parents had left, leaving Ronnie and Y/N at the bar by themselves. At least, that was until the boys walked in.

Ronnie smiled widely, hugging her brothers but then proceeding to punch them for surprising her and not just telling her. Josh and Danny hugged Y/N first, Sam leading after. Jake didn’t hug Y/N. It stung a bit. It made sense though. The last time they talked — it ended in an argument which was the resulting cause of their breakup.

A few drinks were downed, a couple shots thrown in there as well. Y/N figured it was time to throw the towel in. She couldn’t handle the awkward glances and forced conversation on their part. She grabbed her jacket off the back of her chair and put it on as she said goodbye to everyone. “Boys, lovely to see you again. I’m sure I’ll see you this weekend.”

She wasn’t going to. She was gonna avoid them at all costs. Come up with a lie — say she had the flu or something. Her mother would believe her either way, as well as understand where she was coming from with her avoidance. Her mother was there for her while she cried her eyes out.

She didn’t notice when Jake had followed her out. She didn’t notice him calling her name. The only thing she could notice was the tears falling down her cheeks, wiping them as soon as she felt them.

“I never stopped loving you.”

It slipped out. It didn’t mean to come out. Jake didn’t necessarily want it to come out. They say drunk words are sober thoughts, right? At the same time, who trusts the words of a drunk person? Usually it’s just brushed off as babbling, but Y/N couldn’t ignore what Jake said. Especially because she couldn’t blame it on not hearing him. There was no music playing outside the bar. The music was faint enough that anything Jake had said was heard.

“When we broke up,” he started. “I was a wreck. I was immature. It could’ve worked out - it would’ve worked out if I wasn’t such a child about everything.”

“Jake —“

“No, Y/N, I need to say this now. I’m a little drunk so I actually have the balls to say everything I want to. It was stupid to break up over something as menial as distance. The things I feel for you are so intense it scares the fuck out of me. I was so afraid of being gone all the time. You deserved someone who could be there to help you study for midterms. I was always in another state and sometimes another country. I wasn’t… there to be able to help you through anything. Everything’s different now, though.”

She sighed, not entirely sure on what to do with the information that was thrown at her. She was sober enough to remember the conversation tomorrow, but not nearly drunk enough to be able to deal with it tonight. “Do you wanna just come home with me? Talk about this tomorrow morning when we’re both sober.”

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”