#* life straight up kicked my ass this week lol

[bby-blu-swirll]

" i know that you got daddy issues, and i do too " - todoroki x reader

it's not a song fic i just have a really messed up relationship with my dad lol - i don't have a lot of direction for this, it's just a little lazy & venty,, we'll see where it goes ♡

it was one of those nights where 1-a was all tired from the long school week, but not enough to fall asleep. they happened every once in a while, and always resulted in the majority of the class hanging out together in the common area doing whatever together until they all crashed for the evening.

the open downstairs was filled with the sound of idle conversation and super smash bros, but most of everyone's attention on the ladder. it started with just the bakusquad, but once katsuki ran undefeated, almost everyone else in the class took it upon themselves to try and overthrow the king. so far, nobody was successful. ururaka came close, but to no avail. she took the defeat like a champ, though.

while most everyone huddled around the tv, yelling things like "KICK HIS ASS" and "SHUT UP YOU BASTARD I'M TRYING TO FOCUS" (yeah), there were a few who had strayed from the pack. tokoyami and shoji were over by the dining tables playing a game of chess, and kouda was reading a book on a couch off to the side, using his classmates as white noise.

and then there was you.

you were settled on top of the kitchen island, legs crossed, with one earbud in. it wasn't that you didn't want to be around your friends, you had grown slightly overstimulated and needed a moment to recollect your thoughts.

you rolled a lollipop of your favorite flavor around in your mouth, absentmindedly scrolling through pinterest. your mind was on anything but aesthetically pleasing pictures, brows furrowed as your thoughts wandered back to your family. you sighed and squeezed your phone for a moment before turning it off and setting it down next to you. you just needed to distract yourself. something more.

in that moment, one of your classmates strolled into the kitchen. you looked up at todoroki, who was holding an empty mug.

"hey," he smiled at you softly as he made his way over to the stove. "what are you still doing in here?"

"ah, iida hasn't noticed me sitting on the countertop yet." you chuckled at your own joke, feeling the smallest butterflies when he grinned back at you. "what about you?"

"just getting a refill." he said, picking up the kettle of tea momo had put on earlier (omg.) and filling his mug. "and checking on you."

"oh-" you looked up at him in surprise, cocking your head to the side slightly. "really? for why?"

"you didn't look like you were doing too well earlier." he said bluntly, leaning against the counter facing you and taking a sip of his drink.

"ah... yeah," you looked away and laughed awkwardly, playing with your rings.

"are you?"

"am i what?"

when you turned to look back at him, his expression had changed. less neutral, more... worried. compassionate.

"are you not doing well?"

you opened your mouth to say something. "i'm fine, thank you though!" was was you had always answered with. you were tired, or you were just zoning out, anything but not okay. yet the way he looked at you made you hesitate. saying you were doing just fine was so second nature, but it was almost hard to lie to him.

before you could actually answer, your phone started to buzz softly. you both turned your attention to it, reading the name in the caller id line.

"dad"

you bit your lip and furrowed your brow. it continued to vibrate in your hand a few more times, before you declined the call. you quickly set your phone down and looked straight ahead. you have no idea why, but your eyes began to water. you took a shaky deep breath, and made an attempt to spell out your thoughts, something you learned earlier in life to help keep from crying.

"y/n..." todoroki set down his mug and took a step towards you, carefully.

"hmm?" your voice was tight as you avoided eye contact, trying to keep from blinking, afraid it would push a tear out.

you took on last deep breath and spelled out one last phrase, before you felt your eyes finally dry. you sighed and put your lollipop back in your mouth, facing him with a smile like nothing had happened.

"i see."

you cocked your head to the side in confusion, watching as he pulled himself up onto the counter and sitting across from you. you pulled your knees to your chest and rested your chin atop them. he noted your look of curiosity and held out a hand to you. you hesitated for a moment before carefully placing your fingers to his palm. he shifted until he was sitting close, holding your hand in his, tracing over your bones and knuckles softly, fiddling with your rings.

"i understand, i mean. i think." his voice was low and soft. anyone standing further than a few feet away would have a hard time hearing him. "whatever your reason for ignoring that call, whyever you did it... i've got dozens of calls from my old man i never bothered to pick up."

when you looked up at him, you saw his eyes glues to your fingers tangled with his. he touched your hands so delicately, as if you were made of glass. he was so full of care. his touch, the way he looked at you, all of it. it was all so full of the most tender affection.

"you don't need to talk about it, if you don't want to. God knows it took me forever to open up to midoriya," he smiled a bit. "i just wanted you to know the offer is out there, if you need it."

you bit down on your lollipop to try and hide how big that'd made you smile. the second you opened your mouth to say something, you heard iida begin to raise his voice, something about curfew and going to bed.

both you and todoroki turned to see him coming into the kitchen, stiffening when he notices you.

"both of you should get off the counter right now! this is living space, for goodness sake! and still school property."

you chuckled and waved a hand at him, already climbing off. "alright, class rep, don't get your panties in a twist. we're going." you tossed your sucker in the bin as todoroki stepped onto the floor, too.

"good. now get some good rest tonight, we've all had a long week and you've earned it. sleep well, both of you."

"you too, iida."

you and todoroki offered him tired smiles as you made your way past him to the elevator. when you got inside, you practically collapsed against the wall with an exasperated sigh. todoroki went ahead and pushed the button for his floor, but not yours. you didn't question it, maybe he'd forgotten. so instead, you pushed yourself off the wall and moved towards the panel. your outstretched hand halted to a stop when you felt arms wrap around your torso. before you could turn, you felt todoroki's nose nuzzle into your neck. he took a deep breath that made you shiver.

"come over, to my room. we can talk. or not. i can distract you, do whatever you want. i'm not tired yet."

feeling his breath on your skin practically made your heart leap into your throat. you stood, frozen for a moment, gasping softly when his grip on you tightened ever so slightly. you wondered if he could feel your heart beating, with how close he was to your main pulse points. his lips, so close...

you leaned back into him and put your hands over his, wrapped around your waist. "yeah... me neither."

you could practically feel him smile as another small exhale of his grazed your neck, making you shiver. "i'll play with your hair if you want, play with your fingers... just hold you."

as if his words hadn't already done it, you practically melted in his hands when his lips pressed against your neck for a long second. you hummed in response, blushing furiously.

"just relax pretty girl, i promise i'll be there for you however you need me."

idk man its wtv !

i'm officially out of ideas right now, requests are open to anybody, feel free to be as specific or detailed or even vague as you like and please please please don't be shy <33

i love you sm okay bye !!

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

It's been 84 years 😭😭

I've forgotten which episode I'm on 😢

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LMAO, him putting his smelly sock to her face to check if she's really asleep 🤣🤣

How women deal with gross, smelly husbands in their beds, I will never know, but smelly or not, I'm 100% on his side here. Poor baby, he kept waiting for her to do something, anything, and she went straight to bed and fell asleep! Logically, I know she was never going to lift a finger to stop him from sleeping with that other woman and that if he had done so, he would have lost all possibility of ever winning her romantic affection for the rest of their lives. Win or lose, the very act of having to fight over him would have been a defeat for her. He is fighting on a battlefield he cannot see and is set up to lose on all fronts. But here his, against all odds, emerging with the moral high ground.

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LOL, she's awake after all 🤣🤣

Test or no test, I was wondering how she could sleep. Even knowing, even fully prepared, even resigned, I would still not sleep for a week. Once it happened, there would be no coming back and I'd never trust or love him again, but while it was happening, I would not be able to pretend that everything was normal.

***

That's right, snuggle your wife 🤗

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LOL, at least she has a plan to drive her away 😅

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MY GUY, SHE'S NOT JEALOUS BECAUSE YOU PASSED THE TEST! 🎉🎉🎊🎊🎉🎉

YOU GET TO STAY MARRIED WITH HER STILL LOVING YOU!

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Oh, Minglan, take your victories and stop now 😢

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LMAO, yes, Minglan, stop letting evildoers add firewood to the fire!

Next time a garbage aunt comes by to stir up shit in your marriage, gouge her eyes out.

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LMAOOOO, from the looks on their faces, I'm guessing this second wife was not invited 😅

Anyway, here for a scandal that, for once, does not involve Minglan.

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Oof, that will end well 😅

As usual, no sympathy for men who take in concubines. I hope the main wife eats them both.

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Yes, give them hell 🤬

The aduacity, I swear.

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OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDD 🤯🤯

She is not very bright, is she? If I was the main wife, I would skin her alive when we got back home.

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LMAOOOOO, I am living for Gu Tingye's WTF face 🤣🤣

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Poor Hualan, she has to parent her dumbass mother who is about to step into a huge pile of 💩 at any moment now.

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Oh, this shit-stirring idiot showed up too, smh.

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OH MY GOD.

WHY IS YOUR SHIT MARRIAGE TO YOUR SHIT HUSBAND MINGLAN'S PROBLEM? LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE ALREADY.

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LMFAO, Minglan is entertaining none of this nonsense 🤣🤣

The way she suddenly asserted herself as an ~elder~ and she is, what? Eighteen years old at best? 🤣🤣

***

Minlgan, murder her and bury her stinky corpse under a rosebush in your backyard.

What a goddamn bitch for no good reason.

Trust me, Minglan is not the reason your worthless husband can't get it up for you.

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DIDN'T YOU START IT?

If it were me, I would have kicked you and your garbage husband out on your ass. But Minglan has more grace and patience than I ever will, so she is kindly trying to set you straight, you fucking moron.

Ugh, she and Qi Heng deserve each other 🤬

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AGAIN, YOUR SHITTY MARRIAGE IS NOT MINGLAN'S FUCKING PROBLEM.

She is so done with Qi Heng's shitty ass and she doesn't even know you, leave her the fuck alone!

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You are also an idiot.

And here I was, feeling sorry for you.

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The way this crusty wank sock came running, smh.

He will pass up zero opportunities to take a gigantic dump on her entire life. I hate him so much.

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FUCK OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

[bitchlessdino]

repeat rebound (m) Ch. 2 : repeating regrets

Chapter list

Pairing: Fem!reader x fwb!soonyoung

Genre: suggestive, kinda crack

word count: 3.4k

tags: more bestie!jeonghan, hookup!wonu, suggestive, mention of alcohol, mention of eating ass lol, sexual innuendos, insinuates sex

Summary: The best way to get over someone is to get under someone. Again and again and again.

author note: hi hehe, she’s back

tag list @nikkell @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @i-dont-give-a-fok

“FUCK YOU LEE JUNG CHAN.”

Thinking back, it was embarrassing how quickly you accepted him back in your life. 

You toss books at the naked man, who rightly reclaimed his title as your shitty ex, as you clutch the duvet to cover your bare body underneath.

You thought you couldn’t take the long night alone anymore no matter how many strangers you’d sleep with. You thought you wanted and missed Lee Chan. You thought that deep down this was what you needed. You thought you needed your boyfriend back.

“You think I wouldn’t notice you moaning another person’s name while we fuck?”

“Baby—ow—it was a mistake. Honest!”

“Your mom made a mistake when she had you. Get the fuck out of my apartment!”

You were the first time around when he left you. Your ex-boyfriend was a piece of shit that didn’t even deserve to be the gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe. 

You admit, it was satisfying to be the one to dump him, not forgetting to mention, kicking him out with no clothes on his back but the underwear he came with, and finally dumping his shit out your window. Getting back together with him was worth it for that alone. You sigh a breath of relief to have the part of your life over. Again.

No tears came this time around, just shame. Were that desperate to not want to be alone?

The answer was a fat yes.

“Yn, what are you doing here? You remembered my address?”

You stare back at a shirtless Soonyoung, body as beautiful and toned as ever, with eyes looking back at you in confusion.

It’s been roughly a few weeks since you last saw him, aka the one heavenly railing that gave you the push you needed to fucking realize you’re better off without your loser ex, even if you did cave in for a measly moment. You were done for good now. You were all about your present and forgetting the past.

You smile sheepishly back at him, “Haha, funny thing. I remembered because I know Jeonghan and you guys live in the same building, but forget that. I know what I said last time but—“

“Babe, who's at the door?”

A girl in an oversized shirt makes herself known, clinging to Soonyoung’s bicep. She peers at you curiously. “May we help you?”

By the sheer confidence of her posture, she wasn’t your average hook-up, and by the term of endearment, they were more than familiar with each other. She carried the atmosphere of a girl next door with the attitude of the perfect model citizen and the smile of a thousand lights. This girl radiated girlfriend material and was no doubt was, maybe is, Soonyoung’s girl. You had to act fast on your feet. What exit strategy can you make without exposing yourself and your relationship with Soonyoung?

“Uh,” You straight up your posture, thanking your past self for actually getting dressed normally in a muted cardigan for once, “have you found our lord and savior Jesus Christ?”

Soonyoung had to choke back on his laugh, clasping his hand to the mouth to feign a cough. “She’s one of those missionary people? I don’t know.”

Oh, you did more than missionary that night, his lying has got to be better than that.

She tightens the grip on his arm, a firm grin on her face. “Um, sorry, we’re atheists.”

You have an exaggerated shrug. “Well, worth a try. Have a blessed day.”

You don’t even let the door shut to speed walk and then sprint past them in an instant, shutting your eyes in embarrassment and not bothering to look back. There wasn’t a way you’d come back from it, but what’s done is done. You were just going to find another way to get over your predicament.

Jeonghan winces and then laughs the first time you tell him that story over the phone. “What you get for fucking one of my friends.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You collapse on top of your bed, taking in a self-care day from the self-loathing. “Let’s go out again. I need fresh dick.”

He scoffs, “Haven’t you had enough dick to go around with Soonyoung and eating ass of the last months’ leftovers you should’ve thrown away in the first place?”

“...I regret ever telling you about my sex life.”

“Yeah, well now you’re more educated and sexually woke,” you hear him smile on the other end, “you’re overdue for a break sweetheart. Too much dick can’t be good for you.”

“On the contrary, Jeonghan, this is my whore era. I will suck and eat all the ass I want because what? I’m hot and I can. You taught me that, remember?”

He sighs. “I knew taking in disciples would fuck with my free time. Okay, we can meet at the Wasted Unicorn tonight.”

“Uh, no, no. That’s where I met Soonyoung. I told you, I need a hot, new dick.” You emphasize, already doing your makeup while you listen to him on speaker.

“You said they’re back together, ergo, they won’t be there.”

“You idiot, I am not trying to look for a knockoff Soonyoung. I already associate him with that club—Let’s fuck around at that bar that opened up next to Minghao’s. I heard their drinks discounted for opening week.”

“Fine by me, Nympho. If it sucks ass, you’re paying for my Uber back.”

You knew Jeonghan was your ride-or-die the first time you met him. You crashed parties together, got drunk blackout together, and got hungover together. You love this man to death. Despite the shit he says, he made things feel okay in the moment and it feels like just the two of you. He was your platonic soulmate. He made your breakup just a bit more tolerable.

“How about skinny jeans over there?”

“He’s obviously fruity, the fuck are you on?” You slap against the marble counter, harder than anticipated, but didn’t let the pain show on the surface. “Are you sabotaging me, Yoon?”

“You can’t assume shit like that!”

You shot open your eyes. “He literally walked hand in hand with a man!”

“Besties can do that!” He shrugs nonchalantly.

“And now they’re making out.”

He rolls his eyes defeatedly, leaning against the counter. “Fine. Fine–Oh, hot Clark Kent, six o’clock.”

Your eyes were locked on that prospect and your eyes immediately shot open when you figure out what made this supposed undercover superhero hotter than the original. He was tall, lean, and built. His frame hugging in high-quality fabric, his biceps bulging out intoxicatingly, and his low neckline reveal a tasteful amount of his chest. “Fuck, he’s fine. I’m gonna be on him like butter on popcorn.”

He pats you supportively on the back. “Get ass, kid.”

You approach the unsuspecting man similarly to how you did to Soonyoung, talking him up a storm, letting your charms peak through effortlessly. You were set on charming the pants off this man, quite literally. Fortunately, your efforts were proven to be effective once again as you find yourself in the illustrious ‘Wonwoo’s’ place soon after.

“Would you like a drink?”

“What do you have?”

He scans through his collection, a hand over one bottle cap at a time. “I have something bitter like whiskey, something sweet like wine, something mild like beer.”

“Maybe something hot like you?”

He snickers, pulling away from the liquor cabinet to take you by the hand, tugging you in his direction. His hands slide over the shape of your body, comfortably settling on either of your hips, “You’re cute. I like that.”

“Really?” Your arms drape over his shoulders, pressing in a little closer to him. “Tell me what else you like about me.”

“I'd rather show you.” He smiles before pressing his lips into yours, the heat of his body flushed against yours.

He leans over, digging your back into the bar counter, but slips his hand behind you to take the pressure. They crawl down to the skin of your thighs and heave you up to place you on the counter. He stands between your legs, chuckling against your lips, digging at your hips. “You smell so nice. Jasmine?”

“You have a good nose, sir.”

“Guess I know a thing or two,” He kisses down your jaw, giggles erupting on your end, as he played with the hem of your blouse, “I’d still like to get that drink for you though.”

“Wine then. Red.”

He gives you one last kiss before reluctantly pulling away from you to retrieve the wine. You observe him as he does so, catching the quick glances he gives you, and notice the sheer elegance he holds carrying both glasses and a bottle in either hand. He pops it open in front of you with ease, filling glasses halfway, and hands one to you, all while returning back to the place he’s meant to be: between your legs.

“Mmmh,” you lick your lips, catching the spilled wine from the corner of your mouth, “you have good taste.”

Your legs hook around him strategically, glass dangling from your fingers. You let your gaze fall on him intently, seeing how his expression matches yours through his thick frames as he’s sipping the bitter red. He sets it down away from you, cupping your face, and reunites your lips tenderly, but tongue entangling with yours playfully.

Your mind fogs in the thought of this dark and handsome stranger. You hardly had much to drink, but the closeness you felt with him made you feel drunk all on its own. Your grip loses from the wine glass and you end up spilling red on his shirt, letting him go in a panicked gasp, “S-shit. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he starts unbuttoning his top, worrying about the stain it leaves, not minding that he was exposing his muscular torso right in front of your very eyes.

He didn’t care how he impulsively flexed getting the shirt off or the light layer of sweat on his skin.

“W-wow.”

You hover your hands over his firm chest, a smug smile appearing on Wonwoo’s face.

“I should treat this stain before it gets worse. I’ll be right back.” He plants a final kiss on you, letting it linger, before disappearing behind a bathroom door.

You giggle to yourself, thinking how lightning can’t strike twice in the same spot but you managed to catch two hot guys so soon after ending a serious long-term relationship. The self-esteem in you is shooting as high as skyscrapers right now.

It was then your happiness was cut short after spotting a little picture frame in a corner. Initially, you peered over it at curiosity, but upon further inspection, it looked like a family portrait. A portrait where Wonwoo, the man of the hour, was a doting husband and a father.

“Fuck.”

You sneer at the door Wonwoo hid behind and decide to gather your belongings before exiting his apartment. You slam the door behind you, running your hand through your purse for your phone. You dial Jeonghan, the one guy you could trust, hearing the dial tone on the other end.

“Stupid. Stupid. Pick the fuck up already.”

You had it up to here with men. You were ready to go home and wallow again. 

No answer. 

You ended up calling yourself another Uber, whining to yourself about how much money you’ve spent, already breaking the budget for the week. To make matters worse, you had to be locked out of your own apartment. No emergency key, and no other way in, you were fucked instead of getting fucked as you intended.

You had to take the streets again, this time getting to Jeonghan's place, hoping he was already home. Your feet were hurting from your heels, skin digging into the back of it, a premature walk of shame, but a whole different level of shame if there ever was one.

“Y/n?”

And there’s that lingering embarrassment coming back to bite you in the ass.

“Oh, hi, um again.” You awkwardly wave from the ground.

Soonyoung peers down at you curiously, noticing your fresh getup but worn-out hair and makeup, making his own assumptions about where you were coming from. “You’re not like, coming to visit my place again are you?”

You shake your head defensively. “Oh, no, no. Jeonghan. I'm going to see him.”

“At 11:36 pm?”

You respond back with a tight grin. “Yeah, um. I got locked out.”

It was starting to make sense. “So, you’re just waiting on him?”

“Uh yeah, he has my apartment keys so I thought I’d stay back and wait since he wasn’t picking up my calls.”

“How long already then?”

“Not that long.” It had only been an hour since you arrived.

“Okay, well…want to wait at my place, for now anyways?”

You would be lying if you said you weren’t tempted, better than being on this scratchy dirty carpet. “What about your girlfriend?”

“…she’s out.”

His initial silence worries you. “I don’t know how she’ll feel knowing I was alone with you”

“She won’t have to.”

“That’s so sketch,” You chuckle, “but…ok. For now, just until Jeonghan gets back.”

“Of course.”

His hand stretches out towards you, offering to get you up, to which you accept. “Thanks, Soonyoung.”

He grins, “Hey, you do know my name.”

“Shut up,” you retort, rolling your eyes with a relaxed smile.

You scan the man’s apartment like it’s the first time, processing it since the previous events prevented you from doing so. Its blueprint was similar to Jeonghan’s in a comforting way but had Soonyoung’s own flair and color palette.

“Make yourself at home, nothing you’ve never seen before.”

“I actually never got a good look at your place entering or leaving. You really like tiger print,” you mention picking up a coffee mug painted in orange and black jagged stripes.

He takes away from you, putting the mug back on the counter, “No, but I like tigers. They’re just a vibe, I like their energy.”

Your eyes waver over at him cautiously, “…right.”

“Don’t you have anything like that? A fixation?”

“What is this, 101 questions?” You snicker.

He shrugs with a playful grin, “Just killing time. Didn’t really learn much about you doing…well, things that kept your mouth busy.”

You roll your eyes, feeling the heat creep up your cheeks. “Y-you’re so…weird.”

You threw yourself against the leather couch, arms crossed, avoiding the man’s eyes. “Where did you come from?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he chuckles, bringing out a water bottle and sitting respectfully away from you on the couch, “Work.”

“What do you do,” accepting it and taking a swig.

“Hard labor.”

You scoff. “That’s specific.”

“I just put my body at work, okay?”

You gasp dramatically. “Oh my god, you’re an exotic dancer.”

He rolls his eyes, laughter flowing out from his lips, “No, I’m…you’re gonna think it’s silly.”

“Try me, tiger boy.”

“That’s my insta handle. Go figure.”

You pay no mind to the change of topic, looking back at him expectantly with a raised brow.

“I’m…an event planner.”

You hum a sound of thought, “Did not expect that, but, considering your apartment, that all makes sense. And it’s not silly.”

He can’t help but smile a little harder. “Thanks. I actually really like my job. I get to see people’s dreams come to life.”

“That’s actually pretty cool.”

“Yeah? Wanna see my portfolio?”

He pulls out a box full of albums and files from his previous events, seeing pictures of smiles and happy faces, swatches of colored fabric, and even thank-you notes he received after the planning had all ended. You caught Soonyoung in some of the photos, having a great time, laughing, chatting up some patrons, and having a drink in a glass flute. He looks put together in a different way than you met him that night, somehow more neat and well-groomed.

“You look really nice in these photos.”

“I know a good stylist and dresser,” he humbly brags.

You pick through the pages, always finding more to see, and you stop at a set of photos Soonyoung seemed more prevalent in, one where he’s wearing a suit, looking like he was actually part of the event and not planning, so you can’t help but ask. “What’s this?”

“Close friend's wedding, I was the best man, and co-planner.”

In one of the photos, he stands next to the girl you saw him with that morning, arm in arm, and you’re overwhelmed with emotion, something that made you uncomfortable thinking about.

“You guys look cute here.”

“Thanks, I would hope so, getup got me a whole couple grand.”

Your finger trace over the outline of her dress, “She looks really pretty.”

Soonyoung realizes how you fixate on such a detail, eyes glued to the book as if it was filled with words, and he starts to grow self-conscious.

“…yeah.” He closes up the book and starts putting it away.

“Hey, I was looking at that!”

“I have something better to look at.”

You sneer at him, and the pit of your stomach churns at his choice of words. “What?”

He can’t help but laugh at how easily you caved, an arm falling against your shoulders, “Romcom or action?”

Soonyoung thought a movie was an easier distraction, and although it worked (your eyes were practically glued to the mounted tv screen), he was dead tired from his day job, drifting off to sleep. Yet, there was still no sign from Jeonghan. You can’t help but notice Soonyoung in his state, thinking about how he didn’t even bother showering despite how late it was, but how cute he did look asleep.

You tried ignoring him, he’s a taken man after all, but his soft snores started to drown the sounds of the TV, and his head hit the surface of your shoulder. Air seeps out his nose and tickles your collarbone. You nudge him, or try to, whispering, “get off.”

He doesn’t in fact get off and only snuggles closer, now leg draping over your legs.

“Great.” 

You grip his limbs, trying to tear him away, and he just falls against you on the couch. Chest to chest, cheek to cheek, arms embracing you naturally. His eyes finally crack open, vision blurry, mumbles on his tongue, asking if he had fallen asleep and then he sees you, blinking back up at him, feeling your heart race against your rib cage.

“Shit, I’m…so–”

You exhale. “It’s okay, just, um…”

“I should just…”

The air gets tighter and the distance between you both gets shorter. Your eyes flit over the sweat on his pierced brow to then the pink of his lips, heat taking over your body, and arousal flooding inside you, now seeping out of you. No words imaginable could express how much you needed him inside you right now.

You shift underneath him, brushing against the crotch of his pants, to which he softly grunts, cock twitching on top of you. His lips lean in to ghost over yours and temptation playing with you both like a fiddle. The tension is soon cut with a ringtone and you come back to reality soon enough to push the unavailable man away from you. You grab your phone from the coffee table to answer it, hearing Jeonghan on the other line. “Took you long enough…Cool, so I’ll just sleep over at your place.”

Soonyoung’s hand wipes his mouth, cursing himself for letting that happen. You were dangerous.

“Bye.” You click away the call soon enough and turn back to the welcoming party, smiling sheepishly. “I gotta…you know.”

“Yeah. Bye.” He picks himself off the couch and leaves the room avoidantly, not even sparing you another glance as he hides behind his bedroom door.

You expected that and you don’t blame him. A long, heavy sigh leaves your lips and you make your way out of his apartment, closing the door with a bad taste in your mouth, and storm off to Jeonghan’s door. It takes you not long for it to fling open once you knock against it, revealing the man alone and dressed down to his comfort in sweats and he lets you in with a smile. “Hey? Fun night?”

You let the door shut behind you, not answering. You stand in front of Jeonghan, a determined glint in your eyes. “I want to use my coupon.”

“Your coupon?” An intrigued look appears on his face.

“Yes. I still have mine.”

Jeonghan’s lips quirk up mischievously before nodding. “Fine.”

You take quick steps towards him, arms thrown over his shoulders and around his neck, you latch to Jeonghan, kissing him hungrily, to which he does more than reciprocate. His hands slide over your back to fall on your posterior, deep moans vibrating against your lips as his digits kneaded into your flesh. Both your feet have a mind of their own, taking yourselves on to the trail of his bedroom, hitting the wood of the door before disappearing behind it, now finding your plans for the rest of the night.

[icey--stars]

Stories To Be Told: PART 9

Series Index

A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?

A/N: the next part will be out MONDAY! and next week, it will be posted every other day instead of every day, just because I need time to catch up on writing this, so ya'll dont have to wait like a week or something lol BUT! requests are open, and i might pop out a few of my own oneshots on the other days <3

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The next day, Azriel wasn’t at training. My cough had gotten worse, but the weird feverish symptoms had mostly gone away. I still felt clouded in the head, but asked Cassian if he wanted me to take over Azriel’s group for the week. He nodded and thanked me, electing to not notice when I coughed into my elbow. Smart decision on his part.

The priestesses were a bit concerned, but none commented on it as I led them through their work for the day.

The rest of the week went about the same. The day before my off day at work though, my boss asked me to fly out and retrieve more boxes that had been dropped.

I didn’t mess up too bad, but I did drag a wing tip under and almost ended up in the harbor. Something did go wrong though. When I landed on the dock, near the edge, a guy, just some random High Fae I'd never seen, came over to me.

“What are you doing here scum?!” He yelled.

I narrowed my eyes, setting down the box. “Sir, what is the issue?”

“The issue is you! Your pathetic kind!” The male said.

A few dock workers glanced over as they walked on and off ships.

“You’re all warmongering idiots! Disrupting the hard earned peace of this realm!”

I took a deep breath. “If you have an issue with how things are being handled regarding Illyria, don’t talk to me. I have no control over anything.”

“Sure you do,” he insisted. “We see you flaunting your steel everywhere! Don’t you realize that the war is over with?! It’s only ever your pathetic asses who can’t seem to accept that!”

Then he stepped forward, shoving me hard toward the water’s edge.

I rebalanced myself, spreading my stance. “Don’t,” I warned.

“See! There you go again! All war and fighting! What, you going to punch me scumbag?” He shoved me again, harder and then kicked in my knee.

I stumbled back. It was embarrassing, losing my balance to something like this, but as I pulled my soaked ass out of the water, I glared down the male.

“Take it up with the High Lord then,” I suggested, angered now as I stepped forward. Water dripped off my brow into my eyes as I blinked. “If you have a problem, sir, with how I’ve been forced to deal with the enemies in my life, then you can start the fight. I’d rip you to shreds.”

“As if, I’m trained too, breeder.”

I lunged forward immediately, grabbing his arm and swinging him around and throwing him straight into the harbor. Then I took flight.

“I am stronger than you’ll ever be. Don’t you dare refer to me in such a way. And don’t force me to draw a weapon.”

“You can’t even hit me unconscious without a weapon?! Weak!” He yelled as he climbed out.

I then took the opportunity to grab him by his tunic and fly at least 50 feet in the air about 200 feet from the docks.

“What was what you were saying asshole?” I growled. “If I drop you, you’ll break bones on the water. If I decide to be nice and let you off, then you’ll live. Choose.”

He seemed a bit more fearful now.

A beat of silence and then I dived down towards the water, skimmed it and then dropped the male, letting him swim back as I landed, still soaked on the docks.

A few claps. “Thank you for dealing with him,” one male said. “Asshole was bugging all of us. He's dead?”

“Out about a 5 minute swim, so no,” I replied. “I almost wish so.”

I went back to my room, once again freezing. My fever came back overnight. And what great timing, I thought with a groan. Azriel was back today.

I wobbled a bit as I landed on the training grounds, walking to Nesta for a bit of protection from Azriel who I saw look at me out of the corner of my eye.

“Wowwww,” Nesta said. “What happened to you?”

“Asshole at the docks,” I said. “Shoved me in the water again.”

“Ah, he get what he deserved?” Gwyn spoke up.

“Not really,” I replied. “But enough of a scare.”

“Good,” she said. “Better than nothing.”

Nesta and Emerie nodded in agreement.

I ignored Azriel. Or tried too. He came over again after training.

“Heard there was a fight at the docks yesterday between an Illyrian and a High Fae, how’d that go?” Azriel chuckled.

“He’s not dead,” I simply said.

“Well I suppose that’s something. How are you feeling?”

“Don’t you dare try this again,” I growled as I met his eyes.

“Alright then,” he backed off. “A male said to give this to you.” He handed me a letter. I eyed it with distrust.

“Which camp?” I asked, not taking it.

“Ironcrest. Just said he knew I could find you. Seems rumor has spread that you're still alive in the camps. Take it,” Azriel said, holding the letter out farther. I took it hesitantly from his hands.

“I’ll be off. Enjoy,” Azriel said, flying off.

I opened the letter.

Dear Sister,

I’ve been waiting to hear the news of where you were. I heard from the male I handed this to about you. Some rumors. I knew you were alive. You were too spiteful for a death in the wilderness.

How have you been? I’ve been promoted to head guard of the camp, and Mother remains in her home. She misses you dearly. She wants you to visit! I told her you’d come in two weeks. Don’t fail me.

Best,

Your Brother, Faxon.

I felt my lip curling in rage. How dare my brother try to contact me? After everything he did to just ignore me in the camps?! And Mother. Merle. Whatever she claimed about me was false. She didn’t miss me. She missed the little girl doing chores. She missed the obedient me. But if I didn’t obey the summons, who knows what might happen. My brother might very well come to visit.

“You alright?” Nesta asked beside me.

I crumbled the letter. “My brother,” I sighed.

“Ah, old family issues. I understand. What does he want?”

“After figuring out I’m alive, he and my mother want me to visit my nightmares. Likely to just be annoying, but I can’t not go.”

“Why not?” Nesta asked. “You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to.”

“My brother will come to find me. He knows of Velaris, as does everyone else. He gave this to Azriel of all people, so he knows where I am. He could probably work past anyone to get in, claiming to visit a family member.”

Nesta sighed. “Good luck then. Don’t let them control you. Rhys could probably ban him from entering if you wanted, you’d have to speak to him about it though.”

“I’ll just go. A few days will keep them at bay for a month,” I sighed. “Then I’ll figure something out.”

Nests nodded. “Let me know if you need me to help kick any ass.”

I nodded.

“Oh- and use those shadows of yours,” she mentioned. “They’ll intimidate them.”

I nodded, waving her off. The shadows might work. But they also might not. 

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My sickness, despite my drop in the lake, did get better. I was completely healed by the time I was set to leave for Ironcrest.

“You’re going where?” Cassian breathed. “And why again?”

“Ironcrest, to visit my family,” I stated.

Cassian sighed. “Alright. Stay safe. Kick ass. And don’t get hurt. Keep your head.”

I nodded. “I’ll see you in about a week.”

Then I launched into the sky. I had some funds and extra knives in my bag.

I spent the first day flying. I needed the time to think. And plan for all the likely scenarios to happen with my 'family.'

I landed around sunset, walking in from the forest I still recognized and walked to my childhood house.

I knocked.

The door opened. My mother revealed herself as she gasped and fully opened the door. “Fax!” She screamed for my brother. “Faxon she came!”

There was male rushing down the stairs within moments. My brother didn’t look the same, but he also was similar in certain aspects. Older... burlier, and stronger.

“Y/N,” he breathed.

I leveled him with a glare. “Whatever you think we were, think about the time between. What you are Merle and Faxon to me. I visit you because I need to make that clear.”

Merle’s face fell. She still walked toward me though, grabbing my hand and putting it on her chest. “You’ve grown so big. And your hair! Why is it so short? I loved it long…”

“And strong too,” Faxon commented, looking at my arms. “What have you been doing? And why-“

He noticed my daggers.

“Why do you have daggers on you?”

“If you’re stupid enough to think I wouldn’t have taught myself to fight, you’re dangerously wrong,” I replied. “And I’m not telling you about myself, just so you’re aware. I come here merely to make sure you both understand who I am now.”

I let the shadows come to me then, wreathing around my neck and wings. “I’m much more powerful than anyone realized.”

“Are- is that magic?” My brother breathed. “Are you really a bastard?”

I chuckled. “This isn’t magic Faxon. It’s shadows. Just like the shadowsinger you gave that letter to.”

“You’re a shadowsinger?! How come we didn’t know?” Merle burst out.

“It didn’t develop until after my escape,” I answered. “I am more powerful than even you, Faxon. Wings, siphons, my powers- all of it.”

“You only have the one you stole,” Faxon argued, looking at my neck. His eyes widened at the sight.

I turned my neck up slightly, just to let him see the true siphoned power I possessed.

“6?” Faxon breathed. “How did you get such killing power? I use 2!”

“And how is my daughter a shadowsinger?”

I sighed. “I don’t know. So don’t ask. If you want me all to like you, and maybe come to visit more, you’ve got 4 days before I return to where I’ve been training.”

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“Rhys, how did I fuck it up so badly?” Azriel groaned as he sat down in an armchair.

Rhys laughed. “That’s for you to figure out. My best guess is you assumed too much or just gave too much too fast.”

“She was sick! I was trying to help!”

“By ordering a female who’s been on her own rules to bed rest? She’s independent Az. Don’t take that way.”

“I tried gentle advice Rhys. She took almost an entire 2 weeks to get better!” Az complained.

“You forced it too much though,” Rhys said. “If she says no, then it means no.”

“And if she’s endangering herself?”

“Help in subtle ways then,” Rhys replied. “Don’t order bed rest. Send soup with a note. She seems to be polite enough to at least take a gift.”

“Goddamn it, I’m bad at this,” Az groaned.

“Finding it hard to seduce females Az? And to think I thought you had a reputation.”

“Yeah yeah. It’s hard when they don’t want to be seduced, Rhys," Azriel said, looking utterly defeated as he slumped in his chair.

“I’m aware. Feyre threw a shoe at my head the first time I took her to the Night Court. With all that wonderful new strength.”

Az sighed. “I’ll try to be gentler,” he said. “Hopefully when she comes back from this trip she’s apparently on, everything will relax."

"Good luck," Rhys hummed, looking back to his paperwork.

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TAGLIST: just comment to be added! in the future, i'll work on a taglist for all my works, but for now, its just this story

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[cant-icle]

hello. unhinged request right out of the gate. akechi’s terrible horrible no good very bad golden week— hear me out— can I please have the rest of the PTs taking bets on when akechi will crack and let akira destroy her.

(i'm not changing the names because thinking up all the genderswap names is beyond me at this point but you get it you get it you get it)

from: futaba sakura 5000 yen that she lasts two hours before rage-quitting or trying to murder akira

from: takamaki ann that's generous! i would've put money on her just straight up murdering akichan the second she walked in the door, from her expression

from: sakamoto ryuji nah, ain't no way! girl would rather die than let aki get one over on her. 5000 yen on her straight-up cockblocking her the whole trip

from: takamaki ann loooooool, you really think she'll hold out that long?

from: futaba sakura there's NO WAY, i'm telling you! we're gonna have the police out here by nightfall

from: sakamoto ryuji she IS the police!

from: takamaki ann what makes you think she's not just gonna drown her in the onsen later tonight?

from: sakura futaba mostly the fact that if she did she wouldn't be able to drag akira out of the water

from: sakamoto ryuji not with those noodle arms

from: takamaki ann like you have room to talk, lol

from: sakamoto ryuji BITCH TRY ME, I CAN BENCH PRESS YOU EASY

from: niijima makoto Is this really an appropriate use of our time?

from: okumura haru Oh, Mako-kun, let them be! Besides, I agree with Ann-kun, with a caveat. I highly doubt that anyone can stand up to the full force of Akira-chan's "feminine wiles" for too long. I doubt that she'll leave without, hm

from: sakamoto ryuji without wHAT

from: sakura futaba say! it! say! it!

from: okumura haru Oh, but I don't want to be crass...

from: niijima makoto Really.

from: sakamoto ryuji changin my bet! 5000 yen on aki talkin her into sloppy makeouts and then she has a big ol breakdown about WHY CANT I KISS BETTER THAN YOU, YOU TWO-BIT SLUT, I'VE WORKED MY WHOLE LIFE FOR THIS

from: sakura futaba it's like she's in the room with us!

from: takamaki ann lol!!!!! hey yusuke, you got any bets?

from: sakura futaba inariiiii hey hey inari

from: takamaki ann yeah, that's about what i expected

from: sakura futaba so 5k from me for attempted murder, 5k from ryuji for sloppy makeouts

from: takamaki ann 5000 on akira actually getting in her pants but akechi throws a hissy fit!

from: sakamoto ryuji that's MY BET

from: takamaki ann noooo, you JUST said sloppy makeouts!

from: sakamoto ryuji takamaki i'm gonna come over there and kick your ass

from: takamaki ann good luck, short stack!

from: sakura futaba and 5k from ann for, what, third base?

from: takamaki ann yeah, that works!

from: sakura futaba makoto, haru? either of you want in on this?

from: niijima makoto Absolutely not.

from: okumura haru I will put.... 10,000 on Akira-chan sweeping Akechi-chan off her feet!

from: sakura futaba risky bet!

from: okumura haru In the, ahem, most coital sense of the phrase.

from: takamaki ann someday we're gonna get you to say fuck

from: sakura futaba i'll have my screencap ready!

[polaroidcats]

It just hit me. For part 2 of assigning german/austrian songs to the marauders, this time with Remus:

Egoist by Falco.

You know it's true.

(This is the only Remus bashing you will ever get from me, he is my babygirl and he has never done anything wrong in his life ever)

Oh wow okay I didn't know I'd be coming home to Remus bashing in my inbox today but here we are! Why are you calling him an egoist? Just because he abandoned his pregnant (so very straight) wife (so very straightly) and didn't take responsibility for that until a 17 year old kicked his ass? Idk what you're on about, that's a weird AU, Remus would never do that.

I see your Falco and I raise you: Junge Römer. You know Sirius played that song on repeat for like a week and thought he was the funniest person ever because of Remus's name.

Also I should note, I'm a bit tipsy (ON REMUS WINE!) atm so this is NOT the official German Remus playlist, this is the shitpost version of the official German Remus playlist, here we go, no thoughts just vibes:

Okayokay I'm thinking abt austrian music now and since we're pretty much the only 2 people invested in these playlists anyways I won't worry about the musicians being well known or not (though I'd love to know which of these you knew and which you didn't!).

May I sugesst Wolfgang Amrbos' Die Kinettn wo i schlof as homeless Remus Lupin's crying song. I feel a bit bad about putting this on the list because the song is genuinely so good and emotional and it made me cry when I was a child (I grew up listening to Ambros) but yeah. Uhm. No further explanation, also idek if you'll understand the dialect lol

DIALECT! When making the german Sirius list one of my Remus thoughts was what the german equivalent to welsh/scottish remus is and I've come to the conclusion that the obvious answer is Vorarlberg. SO obviously Vo Melo Bis Ge Schoppornou has to be included on the list. No I don't understand much either but it's still german (and imho one of the sexiest german accents, I said what I said).

Ham kummst is toxic wolfstar divorce AU core!!!!

Okay this one is actually a serious (lol) suggestion I think Remus would actually really like and relate to Sie mögen sich by Kätpn Peng! ALso maybe Tier by Käptn Peng?

Meine Sonne by Grossstadtgeflüster as angsty REMUS POV either poa era or first war or sth

Also I know this is officially the inofficial Remus list but i had another galaxy brain idea - Aurélie by Wir sind Helden is a song about french Sirius in an AU of our german marauders AU.

oKAAAY ANYWAYS BACK TO AUSTRIAN MUSIC Ich Lebe by Christl Stürmer is also a Remus/wolfstar song now, because I said so.

sepp haT gesagT wir müssen alles anzünden is just pure chaos marauders vibes tell me I'm wrong.

okayyy back to remus Irgendwann bleib I dann dort by STS is also Remus. ANd Gö, du bleibst heut nacht bei mir is needy Remus in a werid fwb situation with remus or sth idk

ALso since I've given up any pretense of choosing things that make sense I also suggest 1001 Nacht is about wolfstar friends to lovers slowburn. YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE

Okay also I just wanted to add something by AnnenMayKantereit because why not, and I'm sure there are better songs but I decided on 21,22,23 purely because of the youth/death themes and bc Jily died at 21 and Remus and Sirius died in their mid-late thirties.

okay now i made myself sad i need one more nonsense answwer and then i'll post this glorious completely coherent masterpiece

I was going to go with LaFee for a tasteful last song but then spotify suggested Tokio Hotel and who am I to disagree?! you can't tell me angsty early 2000s german teenage werewolf remus lupin DIDN'T listen to them, I'm sorry but he really felt the lyrics of Durch den Monsun.

yeah idek what this is i'm sure it's EXACTLY what you expected (lol) uhm i blame the remus wine. Any thoughts on the playlist??

[peaky-shelby]

Ugh I told you I apologize for the novels in response to your chapters….but I’m not sorry at all lmao. ILYSM!! (Sorry I’m so late to the party…grad school kicked my ass this week so I’m just getting reading) Here we go!

Starting tense with her slipping away without a word. I say tense, not negatively. how you described it as if the moment was made of glass and the slightest sound would break it. It’s painful and beautiful. Girl the fucking way you write Neymar absolutely destroys me. AND THIS IS GOING BACK TO DEFINE ME NEY OKAY. (He holds a special place in my heart) I just…this guy is like a kicked puppy

 He nodded “JW gonna write about this, hm?” he poked her nose. His eyes half open. She took hold of his hand.“JW won’t be writing about anything for a while.” “I missed the penalty.” She shook her head “is that why you’re like this?” 

What the fuck bro. I know its a Kylian story and I love it, but ney…my poor ney...he needs something good in his life here okay. 

Okay back to business. I love how Kylian is taking care of Taylor while she’s taking care of ney. And shout out ney to figuring them out with no help. Like that just goes to show how fucking observant he is, which also speaks to the relationship he has with the two of them. Even while drunk off his ass. smart boy lol.

Alright this is now just becoming an “I love ney and all I want to do is hug this kid to make him feel better” rant. This also just makes me feel so happy about how far their relationship has come since ney found out Taylor was JW. How painfully hurt he was back then, and now he’s throwing it back in her face without any malice towards her. Their friendship is so much stronger and I love how Taylor knows exactly what conversation she needs to have with him. And TAYLOR SAME GIRL PRETENDING NOT TO KNOW WHAT HES THINKING SO IT DOESN’T MAKE IT REAL LMAO. GIRL SAME. 

Back with Taylor and Kylian. I just….AH the chemistry they have is intoxicating to read. I’m fucking weak over it. Small spaces, especially airplane bathrooms, the TENSION. I love that they’ve gone from genuine arguing and frustration to straight up just flirting and being cute. “She grinned, slapping his hand off her ass. Her shoulder bumped on his as she finally walked passed him. Proud of herself for his reaction. He bit on his tongue, twisting it in between his lips.” SO FUCKING CUTE. I have no words for when he sits down next to her. Like going from heated, to making me squeal from cuteness as they hold hands underneath the blanket. It's just so sweet I want to cry because they’re so good for each other.

Him pleading with Taylor to come to him when she’s freaking out about the meeting with Galtier has me in a puddle. Taylor is a better woman than i am because how the fuck did she not fold immediately when he’s practically begging her to come to him…AND THEN THE MAN HAS THE AUDACITY TO ACTUALLY SHOW UP WITH FUCKING CAT FOOD?! the whole following sequence is just perfect. So romantic, and hot, and I just wanna die. I MEAN “Hoped she could stay down this rabbit hole with him for the rest of her life.” AND THEN GET SLAPPED WITH “She never minded being on her own but this… this felt nice too.” BRUUUUUHHHHHH. I love that they see each other in the morning, it just makes it so real to me and I’m obsessed with them. Their morning is so domestic and her giving him her keys. R.I.P. me. 

GO TAYLOR FOR GETTING THE FULL TIME POSITION. I’m so proud of her she so deserves it with everything she’s been through. I love that there’s finally the post sex talk and it’s absolutely adorable. Her finally opening up and you can see her walls crumbling because of how annoying persistent Kylian is. Her finally admitting how scared she is of the entire situation is so fucking relatable. 

YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO ABSOLUTELY KILL ME WITH A SINGLE GOD DAMN SENTENCE. THAT LAST LINE. WHAT THE FUCK OWW. Cannot wait to ch 11 k ilysm byyeeee 😘

NEVER APOLOGIZE

Texts like this the reason i write and i love you so much for taking the time there is no greater gift. I've reread this 5 times because oh my god i love it 😭 i can't wait to hear your thoughts on ch11.

Also define me ney and this ney are basically the same and I've thought of Gabriella doing a cameo multiple times but I'm scared people will be confused ughh😭

[andromebaa]

Anything you’d have added to the previous chapters in retrospect? Scenes that only occurred to you after the chaps were done?

Ooh that’s a great question! I have to say, because I was not planning on Just the Two of Us to become such a big work I definitely have scenes I wish I’d included.

- If I’d have known I was going down a scarier route with it, I’d have included more horror straight up. I kind of wish I’d made the killing sequences at the beginning a chapter or two longer and more unhinged.

- Similarly, I feel like I could have included more slice-of-life, especially before and around that year Kaito and Kokichi spent together. Even some of my more domestic focused chapters had drama or sad stuff occurring. I just needed more fun fluffiness. Gardening seems to be one concept I keep coming to? Or just being silly and playing games together? I have a bunch of cute one shot ideas though so I might end up writing some in the future. I have at least one planned for Oumota week!

- in a similar vein, I keep kicking myself that I didn’t include more scenes of them testing the limits of the program too. Not even for more serious escapes I could just imagine Kokichi being like “Do you think I could make a giant water slide??” Or something crazy like that. I briefly considered them creating a pet cat but then I realised that if I have a cute living creature they’d probably die horribly and I couldn’t do that to myself. That’s how we got Shadow Child dying horrifically instead!

- More relationship building stuff?? I feel like I might have rushed that part a little bit and reflecting on it I wish I’d kind of given more time to building their relationship. This is actually the first time in a long time I’ve written anything remotely considered “romantic” so I’m definitely rusty at it. I think I’d have been more satisfied with it if I’d just given some more explanation as to why Kaito kissed Kokichi in the chapter after the wall broke. It wasn’t that he was in love with him at the point, I think it was more to prove to himself and Kokichi that he wasn’t the monster the leech made him into in the previous chapter.

- Different perspectives. Mild spoilers but I’m planning on having a chapter soon focus on a very specific character, and it’s made me realise how much I wish I’d included a Miu focused one as well, especially when Kaito and Kokichi were trapped in the bathroom and she’s observing them with the P.A.L. leech thing. I might write a one shot about her eventually who knows.

- Probably should have made Defragmentation an offical chapter lol my weird ass was like I can’t put a sex scene in this it’d make it crass then proceeded to write some of the most horrific content I could muster. Plus it has themes and lines I want to reference.

All in all I think my biggest regret is not making the first half of the fic a bit beefier. Eh, you live and learn. Thanks for the ask ❤️

[dumbegglife]

long daily life rambles and bg3 spoilers

august has felt soooo long. in a good way? but it's also ending in like a week. so it's also way too short. idk, i hate the way time feels as an adult. i never know what day it is.

a friend moved really, really close by. i'm not used to having a friend near me. i'm not really sure how to act lol. i'm happy, it's actually insane that she's here at all, i should be more surprised/in awe, but i'm more just worried about if i can act like a good, normal friend. i've actually done a lot to help her, but grand gestures aside, how to be just like. a normal chill friend.

tonight, i spent like 10 minutes thinking of what to text her. laughable, but it's true, i just haven't lived near a friend (furthermore, a friend who knew me in CHILDHOOD) for a long time and i basically never expected to ever again. i'm usually not spontaneous, i'm an introvert, for most of my adulthood so far i've been too stressed and broke to hang out much at all so yeah. hanging out or just randomly sparking a conversation. not something i can just do - i have to plan it, even just a hello text.

but it's been good, we're going out for ice cream, we're hanging out at cafes, we're seeing movies, it's good. can't just focus on the worries.

anyway. bg3! spoilers and thoughts.

i started the game last week. i'm at the Emerald Grove. just talked to Kagha, so we're very early on.

i'm having tons of fun, i'm so happy we've made it at last!! i haven't played the game since early 2021 ^^ it was like a huge sigh of relief to see all the characters, hear their voices and the (wonderfully wonderfully written) dialogue. it's such an intricate, beautiful game too. thank you bg3 for saving me from genshin or else i'd be miserably trying to drag myself through fontaine right now looking for a crumb of excitement from tartaglia ^^

i love seeing that the dialogue's been expanded on since early access, the characters seem to have more to say, i'm welcome karlach since she's happy and energetic but also big and tough, i didn't realize just how much i wanted a character like her!! i like allll the original companions + karlach, they all have interesting perspectives, pasts, and things to say, i cannot wait to get to know them better.

i got chills when we talked to everyone after meeting raphael - the dialogue in those scenes were insanely good.

sooooooo something i'm not sure i like... i did see wyll's new...transformation??

i was super attached to early access wyll, so i'm hesistant. i haven't gotten far, but from what i've seen, his direction seems a bit angstier right out the gate, his voice and tone are feel heavier, less whimsical. i'm reallyyyyy hoping to see hearty, whimsical wyll again, maybe after his luck picks back up, because he charmed me so much. i feel like karlach absorbed some of his happy energy lol.

i was BEFUDDLED when mizora showed up and straight up turned him into a devil (??? idk??) on my 2nd long rest LOL oh like we're doing this now??? heeeehee sorry he looks rather funny to me now, i can't take it seriously!!! i can't get into the angst of "alas do you think i'm a monster now?" like lolll wylll, have you seen everyone else we've been hanging out with. maybe that's a me problem but i can't say i loved that particular development, i can't get into it.

but yeah, up and onwards!! i have the upper hand in act 1 since i'm starting to remember things here and there, but act 2 is going to kick my ass lol I CAN'T WAIT

[ofbluesandyellows]

Eight: Jitterbug Love - Eddie Munson/Reader

Warnings: heartache? lol other than that just swearing.

Word count: 5,639

a/n: it’s crazy too many how many of you have read this little fic I wrote. I just hope these last chapters are just as enjoyable as the others, and that you find some comfort in it. So here it is! Another chapter, let me know what you think :)

Previous chapter

Your aunt and uncle came back, the conversation between them was all about their little trip and how amazing it had been to be out of town for a couple of days. You half heard what they said, mostly nodding and pretending to laugh when they did. The roses were blooming but not thanks to your constant attention, it had been all the rainy nights. Motty, though, you weren’t sure how he managed to get fatter, as if a magic fairy had been around feeding the furry thing.

You laid in bed a lot, playing Steve’s borrowed cassettes over and over again, by Thursday you had come to terms of what your next step would be, this had been the ultimate decision, you weren’t sure why it had taken you so long to figure it out, it was easy and it was the best for everyone. Except for your two friends.

Yes, you still had another couple of weeks left in Hawkins but things didn’t feel the same, it was obvious that it had nothing to do with any of your friends. The issue was in how you were afraid to bump into Eddie or any of his friends at the store, or at Family Video and you pretty much avoided the phone at all coast, if it rang you pretended to answer, waiting for the person on the other side to talk first and when your aunt—who was the one who used the phone the most—ended her gossipy chats you disconnected the phone for a few hours, not risking Eddie calling.

Was this making you go crazy? Yeah, insanity was becoming a thing. Then what was the point of staying? That’s when you decided to call them. It was a no greeting, no light conversation starter type of conversation, you went straight to the point.

“Uh, this is as bad a time as any so… I’m going to just say it, because it’s probably very unfair for you, and for me too. I honestly don’t want you to think bad of me but, I got a call from college, I have to… go back next week to check a few things about my scholarship or I could lose it and you guys know I’m not wealthy to let it all pass… and i’m sorry because we had plans and I promise for my life that I’ll make it up to you.”

You squeezed your eyes shut waiting for the explosion of complaints, but nothing came. Yes you had lied but it was for the greater good.

“Oh,” Robin simply said on the line. “I mean, it’s not what I was expecting to hear, but I—mmm I don’t think there’s anything we can do about it… are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just a little surprised about it but it’s fine, mom has things under control for now. Are you not mad?”

“Pff, no. I’m… sad and disappointed because I was planning on introducing you to Vickie for our pool thing… I guess we can wait, Steve is clenching his jaw and now he is showing me his middle finger but he is going to be fine.”

The line cut for a second and then there it was, “you are not doing this for Munson right? Do I need to kick his ass? Just say the word and I’ll do it.”

The smile that spread on your face was not how you expected to react, but Steve was sometimes good with his intuition, “no Steve, it’s just school stuff.”

“Better be true missy.”

“Yes mom!”

That day, as the afternoon hit, you knew Robin and Steve’s shift ended at six. You were there on the dot. The door chimed, both doing their thing not bothering to look around.

“We’re closing, you can come back tomorrow.” Steve’s fake politeness was endearing but you knew the tone pretty well to know he was already exhausted and ready to kick the customer out, he was probably still a little pissed about earlier.

“Not interested in tapes, nor your coupons.” You approached the desk.

“Y/n! Where have you been? We tried to call you back like dozens of times to see if we were still good for tonight, but the line was always busy.” Robin’s elbows leaned on the counter surface, a bunch of tall buildings made of VHS surrounding her figure.

“My aunt is back and I leave the phone off the hook all the time, to avoid you know who” you shrugged, “my mental health is first you know.”

“Told you it must have been the aunt, it’s always the old woman and their gossip.” Steve pointed a finger at your friend.

“We’re almost done! We just need to rewind a few more tapes and put them in their designated spot and we can go to Steve’s.” Robin started to move around knocking stuff out. “Shit”

“Sure, I’ll wait. Let me help you with that.” You took the un-rewind tapes and started the process. Your two musketeer friends knew their way around the store so it was an agile way to finish the job in record time.

You loved how they were so subtle when it came to talking about you or your current ungracious love life. The mumbling was louder than intended, they threw you glances that were too obvious.

“What is it guys? I can see you chit-chatting like five year olds criticizing the kid with the new box of crayons.”

“Told you she was going to notice.” Steve brushed his hair and sighed, “uh… well if Robin doesn’t want to tell you I will… Eddie came by on Monday, also he came yesterday and this morning too. He wanted to talk to you but we told him you were out of town with your aunt and uncle.”

“We know you don’t want to talk to him, so we tried to talk to you but you weren’t picking up, and you caught of off ward with the scholarship thing,” Robin was doing lots of hand gestures, “so we tried to give you space because it’s what friends do and we knew you were going to come here for our UNO night game–or at least we expected so–and we weren’t planning on telling you—“ Steve nudged her “ugh, okay I didn’t want you to know because Eddie is quite a—this is going to sound so bad I’m sorry—but he is a bitch! and I can’t help but be super angry at him."

You could act as if things didn’t have an effect on you, as if all those words your friends just said to you hadn’t felt like a jab on the ribs or a kick on the shin, but you couldn’t and felt the hot itchy tears starting to make your sight blurry.

“You made her cry dingus!”

“Me?!”

Robin hugged you and you hugged her, keeping the feels at bay.

“I don’t want any of you to try and fix this or fight for my honor,” you looked at Robin followed by Steve, who quickly deflected his gaze. “Eddie did nothing wrong, it was all me. I believed we had something happening on solely a few interactions that probably got misinterpreted by my delusional ass.” You felt the tingly nose, “so leave it! I just want to move on and enjoy the last few days I have with you. Okay?”

Both of them nodded and silently continued with the rearrangement of the tapes.

You pressed the rewind button when the door chimed again.

“Oh shit…” Dustin swore, as Max, Lucas and Will clashed at his back.

“Hey! We are closed, wait at the arcade!” Steve said exasperated, placing tapes with hard thuds.

“Sorry, but this is life or death…” Dustin ran to Steve and Max to Robin.

It was obvious now that something was happening when Lucas and Will did their best to help you, just to keep you occupied.

Steve stopped moving, he was looking at Dustin with unblinking eyes, his grasp on the kart filled with tapes hardened around the handle, knuckles turning white. Robin gasped, hand on her mouth.

“You’re kidding right?” Robin’s hand dropped.

“Hey! Look, have you watched Back to The Future, it's a classic. Love the concept of time traveling.” Lucas smiled at you, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“What’s going on here, you are not very smooth, you knew that?” you squinted at Lucas, who grinned, a fake one and Will just stood there watching the scene develop with fidgetty hands.

“I’m going to kick his fucking ass right now.” Steve pushed the kart far away, it collided with a shelf, making everything fall messily.

“Where the fuck is he going?” you shouted running behind him.

Everyone yelled your name, but it was too late. You followed Steve who suddenly came to halt at the door, you watched the direction his whole body pointed and… you felt as if a bucket of cold water had fallen over you.

Eddie was kissing Chrissy, he leaning on the side of his van, Jeff and Gareth gaging as they came out of the arcade.

His ringed fingers were between her coppery hair, and she was grabbing him by the waist, and you only watched. Everything felt surreal once more, this was the ultimate sign to get the hell out, it felt like a punch in the gut, like someone had taken your heart had carefully taken care of it just for them to throw it to the ground and step on it, spit on it, dance over it, laugh at it.

Blurry vision and all, the inevitable happened, Gareth had turned in time to see you there.

“Y/n!” they said, a little too loud.

Eddie’s head whipped around, he could’ve snapped his neck by the fast motion. He told Chrissy something and pivoted in his spot, looking around before practically jogging to you.

“Do you want me to punch his face?” Steve said, with twitchy hands ready for a fight.

“No, just—let me talk to him for a second, please.”

Steve nodded once, leaning closer to you he whispered, “I’ll be right inside. If you need help or anything just give me the signal.”

Even in those moments he managed to confuse you, you glanced at him and he made the signal, he wrinkled his nose and touched the tip of it.

“Y/n, hi” Eddie stopped in front of you, “I’ve been trying to contact you… you should check your phone, it rings busy all the time. And I heard you’ve been busy too,” he scratched his cheek, nerves exuding from him “I went to see you but apparently you weren’t home so I went to see Buckley and Harrington but you weren’t there either.”

“Yeah, I’ve been a little… unavailable. But what’s going on?”

You needed to try, being friendly could at least save you the trouble of explaining yourself.

“I wanted to talk to you about what happened the other night… it’s um quite hard–I don’t know how to explain it actually.” He crossed his arms over his chest and then he uncrossed them, going to his hips, you also fidgeted with the hem of your shirt.

“It’s fine Eddie, you don’t owe me any explanations.”

“Of course I do. Come on! It's obvious we… were um… you know.” He cleared his throat, “but… I asked Chrissy out as you advised and yeah–this was before I went to your house and sure, I’ve been a complete dick to you, I know it and Harrington made sure I didn’t forget, not that I had stopped thinking about it or about you.”

Your nose tingled, shit not now.

“Eddie, I’m glad you invited her! Really, it’s what you have been wanting to do for a long time, I’m just the push you needed, that’s it, it’s totally fine.”

“Jesus christ, don’t say that! You’re making me feel worse, that’s not how it was supposed to happen, I like being around you… like a lot, you are fun and kind and nice and I don’t know what I should do. If the circumstances were different, if you stayed… maybe-”

“Yeah well, it’s not happening so… I’m happy for you, she seems nice.” The tears had slipped over your cheeks.

“She is, but y/n” Eddie’s ringed fingers went to the side of his face, he was panicking, “see now you are crying! Shit! What can I do to make it better?” Eddie asked with palpable worry in his voice, his face contorted almost as if he was in pain.

“Nothing! Just… leave it Munson.” you yelled, but it came out as this horrible whimper.

“Please not Munson, I’m Eddie to you, I don’t want us to stop talking, I do care for you!” He looked disoriented, and anxious. Chrissy was walking your way now calling Eddie’s name, he closed his eyes, trying to keep it together. “shit, shit.”

“I just want to go.” You sobbed so hard it hurt your chest, your eyes on your shoes.

Steve suddenly appeared by your side, you knew pretty well those white Nike tennis. You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure if you had unconsciously given him the signal or he was good at reading the room. Eddie tried to get closer to you, to take a look at your face.

“You okay?” Steve asked you. You shook your head.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Eddie’s voice sounded just as hurt as you felt.

Steve pushed Eddie aside, “I’ll take care of her Munson, you’ve done enough.”

“What is that supposed to mean Harrington? I didn’t plan any of this shit."

“I don’t want to hear it Munson, back off.” Steve said with a strong voice, Eddie’s eyes widened but did as told.

You grabbed Steve’s hand letting yourself get dragged to his car, your heart aching, feeling like throwing up, head pounding. The inside of Steve’s car was crammed again, the kids managed to fit Robin in the back just so you could be comfortable in the copilot seat, you weren't sure how they got out of the store without you noticing.

“Y/n… I’m sorry I never, I—shit! Fuck!” Dustin punched the leather seat, this time Steve kept quiet.

You were sobbing now, Robin’s hand poked from the backseat, you held it for dear life. For the first time you thought you had a chance with a boy, one that really mattered, one that you never thought of catching feelings for and still you were head over heels for, willing to try.

You cried a lot, everyone got their turn to try and cheer you up but nothing did much to mend your poor heart, you were not the only one hurting in that car. Dustin had felt so guilty the whole ride back, Steve was gripping the steering wheel with too much force, and he kept repeating,

“I’m going to destroy his face, I swear. This is not over until I say so.”  

Will tried his best to comfort you with small affections of love, he brushed down you hair, you knew it was frizzy as fuck for the sweat and humidity of the summer air. He also put his hands on your shoulders and put pressure to relax your muscles, it did help a little but what hurt was not something he could fix with small touches.

Robin and Max were mumbling to each other about things, they were upset, Steve was angry of course but Robin and Max were upset and wanted revenge of some kind, it was clear they were planning something to ruin Eddie. While Lucas just tried to distract everyone else with some random comment referring to the weather or how Steve’s hair was still intact after all the commotion.

Steve dropped the teens at the mall, as the three musketeers directed themselves to the one and only, the Harrington residency.

“The last one to reach the door pays for food tomorrow.” Robin said as Steve took the car keys out of the ignition.

“That’s cheating Robin!” He yelled but still accepted the challenge.

You did too, you knew this was some trick to try and forget everything that had happened. You gave in, running all across the grass as Robin took the long way to the front door, the one with paved path and strategically placed rocks, you knew your friend had to do things her own way. As you reached the door just a second after Steve did you turned around to see where the hell was Robin.

“Wait, where the hell is she?” Steve squinted trying to find her.

“Dingus I’m over here, please help guys.” Her hand was in the air but the bushes at Steve’s yard covered her body.

“Holy shit!” you ran to her, kneeling at her side. “Are you okay, how many fingers do you see? Who was your crush in kindergarten?”

“Jesus, y/n I just scratched my knee. I wasn't in a car crash, relax dude.”

“Yeah, well, tell that to your jeans.”

“Noooo… These were practically new.” She whined, her knee was bleeding and the jeans had ripped in that area.

“At least it’s on trend,” She punched you on the arm. “It was a joke, ouch. Steve hurry the hell up, we have an injured musketeer.”

“Ladies, chill the F out I was opening the door for us, dammit it’s not that hard to be nice you know.”

The silent house welcomed you again, this had become the main place for plotting and gossiping for you three, which was kinda funny. Even when you told your aunt you were staying with Steve and Robin there, she just told you to not be late the next day, and something similar happened to Robin, there was this weird thing where all parents liked Steve, he was definitely the mom of the group. Certified parent approval.

Both threw their uniform vests on the couch, they met you in the kitchen where lemonade was being made, real lemonade. Black tea brewing, you had the ice and the glasses ready.

Steve tried to clean Robin’s knee as good as he could but the girl was whiney and tugged at his hair way too hard whenever he put the gauze too close to her wound causing the boy to yelp and complain.

“Jesus, Robin, not the hair! If you can’t handle this then let’s see how that knee gets when it’s all infected and the doctors have to cut your leg off for not bearing the sting of a little antiseptic.”

“It’s not just that! you are being too harsh,”

Steve rolled his eyes, shoving the cotton onto her lap, “Then clean it yourself.”

“I am doing so now!”

“Unbelievable.” Steve looked at you, arms in the air until he decided to stand up and walk to the fridge. “Ladies, I’m defrosting the burritos we ordered last week. I’ll be taking no complaints!”

“Fine,” you shrugged, squeezing the lemon into the tea and adding sugar.

You three moved around the kitchen in sync, everyone doing its own thing while engaging in small conversation. You noticed how the dynamic was simple and easy. Robin seemed to not be angry anymore, Steve hummed a song and he even asked Robin about her knee. It all was so fraternal between each other that you felt a warm feeling spreading inside you. You were going to miss that, you were going to miss them more than anything.

After an improvised dinner and two bowls of Scoops Ahoy leftovers, the couches in the living room were so inviting, calling you for a nap. Steve turned the TV on as some basketball game showed. Robin braided your hair, she was sitting on the couch beside Steve and you were sitting on the carpet between her legs, your eyes feeling heavy and swollen, but it had to be Steve screaming at men running in extremely short shorts that put you on alert again. You shook your head, trying to delete from your brain the image of unfortunate events happening to the players.

“Same, those are too short, many things could happen to them.” Robin giggled, it was as if she had read your mind.

“Right? It’s gross to think about, and like why? Steve, is that even comfortable? Aren’t you afraid something may… come out?”

“Y/n!” Steve squealed. “ugh, this is uncomfortable… but answering your question, no, you don’t worry about that during the game, not if you have a good pair of boxes underneath, geez we are not animals, you know?”

“Wow okay, no need to get defensive.”

“He’s always defensive,” Robin pointed.

“Facts.”

“Shh, seriously keep it quiet at least until the game ends.”

You and Robin giggled. But the quietness lasted only minutes.

“Guys I need a favor.” You said, Steve grunted.

“What is it y/n?” He said it in that condescending tone.

“Would you take me to Eddie’s place to give him back his jacket? He forgot it at my aunt’s the other day and I don’t want it around anymore.”

“We should burn it, it’s only fair.” Robin said.

“That sounds like a plan.” Steve agreed.

“Guys… this is for real.”

“I am for real too, he doesn’t deserve to have it back especially if it’s that leather jacket.” Robin tied your hair in a very pretty braid.

“It is.”

“Then we burn it and leave the remaining pieces at his door.”

“That’s so evil, Robin.” You said.

“I think it’s a great idea.” Steve nodded, watching the TV.

You sighed, “Forget it then, I’ll go by myself.”

“I’ll take you but we need to do it on Monday, our free day."

“Yes,” Robin agreed with Steve, “these next couple of days are crazy and we want to spend it together don’t we?”

“You’re right. Can I hide in Keith’s office while you work?” you glanced at them from your spot on the carpet.

“Abso-freaking-lutely.” Steve squeezed your shoulder.

“Yes! We can watch Who Framed Roger Rabbit, it’s been on my list forever.” Robin squealed.

“Robin, how has that been in your list since forever? It came out like three months ago.” Steve said snorting.

“Well, it has the potential to become a classic and y/n hasn’t seen it, or have you?”

“Nope, I know I said I would but didn’t have much time.”

“Uh huh… talking about not having time… why haven’t you talked to me about the college dropout thing? I had to hear it from your mom rather than you.”

“What?” Your voice sounding extra high pitched. “She told you? Why haven’t you asked me then.”

Robin shrugged, “I was hoping you would tell me, but I guess not.”

You grunted, now plopping your ass between your two friends. “It’s hard to explain, I just felt like I was not good for college, not enough, I just wanted to feel like I belonged somewhere and I thought maybe if I… dropped out I could join you here and just—“

“Just what? Be miserable and have a horrible job forever?”

Robin scoffed, she sounded hurt.

“I meant it as feeling like I could be wanted somewhere and not feel so… alone.”

“But… y/n you have this opportunity, don’t waste it on us, not on this town.”

“Yeah, it’s absurd to think you would want to come back here after living in New York, please don’t make us feel bad.” Steve intervened. “You are our only hope, Obi-Wan.”

“Oh nooo… he really did say that?” you looked at Robin at your side, your mouth forming a big O.

“Hell yeah he did,” you all started laughing as Steve hid his face in a cushion.

“I will never quote a movie again, being around Dustin is destroying my honor,” he grunted.

The laughs died down after a while, you whipped tears out of the corner of your eye.

“Wish we would’ve recorded that for reference in the future, Dustin won’t believe this.”

“He definitely won’t,” Robin sighed, “but seriously y/n. Don’t leave college, you are really our only hope, do you think we want to stay here forever and work with Keith? We were hoping to one day-”

“As in very soon,” Steve added.

“We could crash at yours and get jobs there and then we could move out together, wouldn’t that be cool.” Robin looked at you biting her lip.

“Super cool.” Steve said.

“Sure… of course… I’d love that!”

“So you won’t give up, right? Even when you lied about going back early to New York because of that scholarship .” She made quotation marks with her fingers.

Your eyes opened in shock, “how did you know?”

“We know you pretty well but it’s fine, we forgive you. Just don’t waste the time, okay? There’s nothing here for you, not even us, because we are going back to you.”

You nodded, maybe that was the incentive you needed, and–even when you didn’t want to admit it, Eddie’s idea was still playing in your mind, a pang in your chest rippled all over your body. Clearing your throat you dissipated the images from earlier.

“Uh, Steve. Do you still have Nancy’s number?”

His whole face brightened, “yeah, why?”

“I need to have a little chat with her.”

“Of course,” he ran to the kitchen and scribbled the number without hesitating.

“This better not be for a new bestie position in your life.” Robin nudged you.

“Of course not, this is business. I’ll tell you all about it when the time comes,”

“You better.”

☼

Monday arrived, your chest clenched when the honk of Steve’s car chimed. Your uncle helped you put your suitcase in the trunk of the well kept Mercedes, Motty rubbed his furry body against your leg and your aunt handed you a brown bag, a full lunch–still warm–waited for you to be eaten.

“Call us when you’re with your mom, okay? This will always be your home sweetie.” She hugged you, “Thanks for making our summer a little less lonely.”

“Thanks for putting up with my noisiness.” You said, your uncle patted you on the back and off you went.

“Don’t forget to call us!” Your aunt shouted as Steve drove away.

“Well, your uncle isn’t even faking how sad he is, he is even smiling” Robin waved at them as if she was the one leaving.

“He never liked me, he only likes his newspapers and his baseball games.”

“Hope to never be like him or my dad, they are so boring.” Steve shivered, “Promise me you won’t let it happen.”

“Promise,” you said, softly punching his arm.

“Same” Robin affirmed.

“Thanks,”

With that you let the music fill in the silence, Robin would let her hand go through the space between the window and the seat just for you to hold it, it wasn’t easy for any to let the other go.

The leather jacket rested on your lap, you sighed it was a bittersweet feeling when it came to Eddie. He was nice and cool and kind, but the mistake was in believing you two could find a way for things to work out, or at least that was where you got it wrong, now it was obvious he only had feelings for the cheerleader.

Since Eddie left his jacket behind you became quite the creep. Yes, you wore it while dancing and yes you had smelt it and you had imagined the sleeves being his arms engulfing you, keeping you safe, holding you at night; in rainy days, in cold winters. You had imagined how it’d be to have Eddie play guitar to you as you studied or having dinners together or attending his shows. It was so stupid now everything seemed like a dream, you were indeed delusional but no one had to know, those pathetic thought were only yours, and it hurt yet you’ve made your decision. You were one step away from closure.

“Here we are.” Steve came to halt right at Forest Hills Trailer Park.

“Wait for me here, it won’t take long.” you gave your two friends a nod.

“Scream if you need help.” Robin gave you a thumbs up, “good luck.”

“Thank you.”

You inhaled deeply, maybe four times, your head felt dizzy after that, but it was now or never. Knuckles hit the door’s surface, you waited until it swung open. All the façades, all the courage evaporated into a sigh.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Jeff popped his head from the inside. His bass was hanging from his chest.

Cool, now you wouldn’t need to see Eddie.

“Hi! I just came to give this back.” You practically pushed the jacket at him, ready to flee.

“Oh I see, do you want me to call Eddie, give me a sec, Ed!“

“No, nooo it’s not necessary, I’m in a rush actually.”

“It’ll be just a minute,”

Fuck.

Gareth came to the door instead. “Uh, bad timing. He went to buy some… drinks.”

“Oh,” your stomach dropped, “it’s all fine, can you give it to him then?”

“Yeah sure, don’t you want to come in?”

“No, I’m—I have a few things to do.” you pointed to your back with your thumb.

“Okay,” Jeff and Gareth traded looks, “we’ll tell him you came by.”

“Er, just before you go y/n.” Jeff said, “He's been a little off lately, hope you get to talk to him, we don’t know what happened between you two but… he is kind of an idiot, don’t give up on him just yet.”

A knot in your throat was starting to form, “Of course not, I’ll talk to him… um, well, see you guys.”

You gave them a tight lipped smile, both boys waved at you.

“Let’s get the hell away from here.” you muttered closing the car door a little too harshly.

“Careful there!”

“Shut up Steve.” Robin backed you up as you tried to calm the accelerated beats of your heart. “He wasn’t there wasn’t he?”

“Nope, but it’s fine, it’s easier like this.”

You weren’t lying but it was so unfair that you felt a little disappointed by not finding him there.

☼

The bus station was crowded with people coming and going. Steve had your suitcase in one hand while you straightened the straps of your backpack.

“These are from the kids, they couldn’t come because some shit went down with Mike and El.” Steve said with a sigh as if it was the most normal thing ever.

You were about to protest, “it’s nothing to worry about.” Robin eased you.

Taking Steve’s package you felt how heavy it was. The brown bag had all these names written along with small messages you could read on the way, you could also distinguish a few cassettes there.

“So I guess this is it.” Robin spoke first, her eyes getting watery as you saw her.

“Don’t cry Robs or you’ll make me cry.”

Steve looked away, but the way he wiped his nose indicated he wanted to cry too, you knew.

“It’s just that… I’ve had such a good time with you and we won’t be seeing each other in a few months and work is going to be so boring without you trying to piss off Steve.” She sniffed.

“I can keep on bothering him on the phone, I know it’s not the same but we can get creative.” you gave her a sad chuckle, both hugging each other clinging to the touch. “I’m going to miss you so much Robin, please keep Steve in check.”

“I always do it, it’s my job, if not who knows what would happen to poor dingus.” a choked laugh came out of her.

“And please keep me updated with how things go with Vickie, yes?”

“Totally, next time I’ll introduce you, my two favorite girls.”

With your thumb you brushed away a tear coming down the side of her nose, “I’m looking forward to that.”

“Ok, scoot over Robin it’s my turn.” Steve pushed Robin softly.

“Who would’ve thought we were besties for life now eh Y/n.”

In a swift move he had you in a strong embrace, one of the warmest hugs ever. If someone had told you that you were going to be clinging to Steve after every inconvenience you would’ve laughed until piss came out of you, but for now you enjoyed it, sniffing the minty scented clothes and aftershave.

“Can’t believe I’m going to say this but… Steve Harrington you are the best friend one could ask for.” you heard Robin chuckle at your side.

“See it’s not that hard to be nice to me. Sometimes I deserve a little love.”

You couldn’t see but he was smiling, at some point the hug became a ball of love when the three musketeers united one last time in one long embrace.

“Ok, I have to go now or else I won’t find the strength.”

Grabbing your suitcase from the floor, you gave your friends a smile, a teary one but one that you expected gave them the reassurance of you being okay.

“Have a safe trip.” Steve kissed your head suddenly.

You wrinkled your nose, “bye dorks.”

Your back to them you started moving in the sea of people.

“Don’t forget our weekly phone calls! Don’t you forget about me! ” Robin said the latter in a singing voice just like the Simple Mind’s song.

Snorting and grinning, you waved at them, “I LOVE YOU GUYS!”

The last you saw of them was Steve putting an arm around Robin’s shoulders, both trying to catch sight of you until the crowd drowned both of their silhouettes.

Next chapter

[storiesofsvu]

Law and Order thoughts for tonight

as per usual, here we go. honestly tonight, I was NOT into the other shows but svu did me good!

Okay, here we go.

Already completely forgot what happened on OC last week thank god for that recap LOL.

A (potentially) evil woman in an all white power suit!? Yes please

Okay, if she doesn’t turn out to be the mastermind I’m gonna be a little disappointed because she’s got balls and power and knows what she’s doing and he’s a little dweeb man…

Boss ass bitch is a boss ass bitch. Why do I always end up rooting for the bad guys wife? What is this show doing to me? Lolololol

“I just lost a UC last year” uh… Ayanna… are you two for two?

Oh… okay… we *were* talking about Gina despite that being in s1? Okay. What happened to Nova? Is she still alive?

Also this guy showed up in jail, started stirring the pot and got shanked, what did he expect?

Yeah pearl’s the one in charge and I’m so here for it. (also she definitely pegs him and you cannot tell me otherwise)

Oh but he’s got dirt on her? Great. Fuck this shit

Big shock. I’ve already completely stopped paying attention. Is it svu time yet??

The guy playing Russo has been on svu multiple times as multiple characters lololol. Including as Kim’s pimp in s17…

New guy’s hot… I’ll give him that LOL (is he though? Or is it just because he’s been on screen with stabler all episode?)

My stream cut out… wtf…. Im doing this legally…. LOL

Okay, got it back but now the subtitles aren’t working… *sigh*

Onto the mothership!!

Bro. this first suspect was on svu already… lort (I THINK he was the perp in the ep where the perp’s dad was olivia’s old partner/the guy from ER lol)

WHY is this girl wandering around in her underwear?? Like is this not a full fledged apartment building?

I do love Kate. Like, her and Samantha are the best part of this show. Would love to get to see Kate more in action, or have her pop up on svu to work with benson. Bad ass superior women. We stand.

Mehcad has a bomb fucking suit. Lookin bomb sir.

“I stopped listening when you said I was right” LOL. That’s a mood. Also I dare you say that to Melinda warner.

SAM FINALLY IN THE CORTROOM SOLO?!?! THANK FUCK (I know it’s just arraignment, but still…)

Everybody got blue suits this ep… im here for it.

God. This jerry guy is pissing me off. Then again, I always take the lawyers side, like 90% of the time because THAT is how things get solved/people get punished and justice is had like, ffs, how hard is it to do your job properly??

There’s 15 mins left in this ep…. I don’t think we’re going to get to court… hopefully SVU takes us to court tonight?? Cause I NEED SOME COURT ROOM IN MY LIFE.

Oh okay, here we are… but like… still.. not enough. We need more courtroom pls.

Oh good fucking GOD. WHY. I HATE THIS GUY. I get it, you want to make things right after fucking up the car search but THIS IS NOT THE WAY. Uuggghhhh. Is it svu time yet?!

“we” found it!?! NO SIR YOU!!!! Found it. Ffs. I hate it here.

He gained points by kicking him out I will not lie.

OKAY FUCKING FINLALY SVU TIME.

Grace looks amazing with the high pony, already into this.

I’M SORRY NO FUCKING STRAIGHT WOMAN HOLDS A CUP OF COFFEE LIKE THAT. MUNCY IS BI AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL.

Omg all the wardrobe remarks are killing me. Does olivia not remember how she used to dress??

“do I look like the kind of girl who gets a pedicure?” I rest my case.

“oh yeah with which hand?” HAAA MUNCY GOING FOR THE KILLS HERE YESSS.

Yeah these two have major brother sister vibes PLEASE don’t force them together.

THAT BEING SAID… I do need the BOTH of them to *destroy* me and im not gonna complain if it’s at the same time…

Muncy really out here proving she’s fucking bomb

OHKAY GRACE PLEASE!! YOU ARE SITTING ON THAT DESK LIKE A FUCKING LESBIAN. I SWEAR TO GOD IF THEY TRY TO TELL ME SHE’S STRAIGHT!?? I WILL RIOOOOTTT

Imma have so fucking much to gif from this episode, jfc.

Okay they did a slightly better job of clearing this crime scene but its still not as good as Chicago.

YEEESSS WE STAN A SMOL KWEEN TAKING DOWN A GIANT PERP! FUCK!

Muncy’s getting sassed to wear a blazer meanwhile velasco’s wearing a dress shirt as a blazer… ffs

Jesus CHRIST amanda’s cheekbones…

Muncy back in a hoodie at the end of the episode lololol. Girl. You should’ve bought more than one blazer.

Olivia’s hair looks bomb!

Kelli… your side boob is showing…

Okay, that was a fucking good episode. I KNOW I was just complaining about the lack of court scenes, but this needed a full episode of just working the case/cases. And it gave us a little insight more into the new characters, gave us some personal lives, and the like. So… I’m here for it.

[bunny-lou]

Hello!! Im the anon with the ask from 2 weeks ago about how much i love your fics and how autophobia kicked my ass into hyperfocus so bad i ended up napping on the floor in the hallway and almost missing class after reading it

I just want you to know that i really appreciate you taking the time to answer said ask because i was massively anxious about having sent it as it was all pretty much nothing but an absolute ramble and since i was exhausted as shit (hadnt slept for more than 40 hours at that point in time) i didnt even remember what exactly i had said in it until reading it again just now after seeing it answered on my dash (didnt even figure it out it was my fucking ask until halfway through) so i was kinda worried about having come across differently than intended and sounding idk entitled or some shit by talking about wanting to read more from you whenever and only of possible (id fucking hate to sound like one of those "next chapter right now!!!! I dont care that you have a life!!! Write the fucking chapter now!!!" readers) and i was more anxious ab it after time passed without getting an answer (ngl i was p much straight up stalking your blog every few hours the first few days then i saw a post from you about how tumblr eats your asks and calmed down quite a bit) but yeah anyway i just really wanted to tell you how much i loved ypur stuff and how strongly i feel about autophobia and your writing in general hopefully without making you uncomfy or coming across as rude or anything i hope i succeed in doing that at least kinda

But yeah jsyk youre the first desc account i started interacting with properly after randomly becoming hyperfixated as fuck on descendants and your stuff is responsible fpr getting me more into the fandom and into desc itself so yeah thank you

And also i just wanna say that when i first started autophobia i REALLY didnt think my autistic aroace ass would like it since i never was into abo in the traditional form of the trope but goddamn did i fucking love ypur fic despite any initial assumptions i had made about it i loved carlos' characterization so much and i loved everyones characterization so much amd the whole plot and everything i felt it was So well executed i often daydream of like alternate events for my favourite fics but for yours i can conceive no alternate plot development that id like more than yours its absolutely chefs kiss

Anyway sorry for thia absolutely fucking gigantic rant feel free to ignore me apologies if its too much and (tldr:) thank you for everything!!

(Original ask)

I'm the actual worst at responding on Tumblr, I'm so sorry.

Your asks, both the previous one and this one, are so sweet! I never mind long asks, though it does take me longer to respond to them. Seriously, if it takes me a while to answer, it's because most of my work days are 10-12 hours and I do not have energy to reply, it's a busy life!! My mobile Tumblr (which is what I normally use) does not give me any alert that I get an ask, but if I check my mobile tumblr, my desktop tumblr will not show that I have an ask because it thinks I saw the notification on mobile (which I don't). So also blame the wonky app lol.

There are months of effort that go into all my pieces on AO3, especially Autophobia, so messages like these that show that people know how much effort I put into my work are so rewarding. And I love Descendants, it brought my such entertainment and joy during harsh periods of my life, I am in awe if my writing helped you to love a fandom as much as I do!

And I've had a lot of people tell me that Autophobia is their favorite ABO fic or the fic that got them invested in that trope, which also means so much to me because ABO is my favorite AU!!

Thanks so much for taking the time to send me such a lovely letter, it makes me smile so much!!

[jerzwriter]

Hii 🥰

Has your MC / OC or Li ever been sent to the principals office? And if yes why?

If not themselves have their kids ever been sent to the principals office? If so why?

Hi There! Oh, I love this ask! lol

Tobias/Casey: Casey was probably sent there a few times in her lifetime. The first time, she was mortified because she never wanted to be "bad" in school. But each time, she was sent for standing up for herself or others (like when she stood up to a teacher for having sexist dress policy rules). The first time it happened, she was probably scared, but when her parents came in and heard why Casey was there, they defended her and asked the principal how they planned on correcting the school's inaction. So she always knew her parents would have her back.

Tobias is another story. LOL, I'm sure he was sent there quite frequently - for being a wiseass, for pushing the "charm" a little too much at times, for falling asleep in class on occasion in high school, and occasionally for kicking a bully's ass when warranted. But the principal loved Tobias, totally charmed by him. It's akin to him being called to HR like once a week at Edenbrook - but the HR team loves him, gets him Christmas gifts and shit! lol

Tobias and Casey are SUPER cool parents. They are not the "my kid is always right," and if their girls did something wrong, they'd know they were in trouble. But the girls are unlikely to get sent to the principal's office unless it's a similar situation to Casey's as a child—because they've been raised to NOT shut up when they see something wrong, and Tobias and Casey would totally have their backs in these situations.

Ethan/Kaycee: I'm sure Ethan was a total little imp at one stage. He probably got in trouble quite a bit for fairly benign but misbehaving things. Like bringing a frog into class, tossing a ball with friends when the teacher stepped out of class, doing something he shouldn't have on the playground, and such. That was little Ethan. After Louise left, I'm sure he acted out for a bit. There was displaced anger and, while the school was aware and tried to help, I'm sure there are times when Alan had to be called to school.

Emma is like this perfect child. So I don't see her ever being called to the principal's office, and if she was, it was probably because she was getting an award or something. The poor dear would have heart palpitations the entire time she was walking there! lol

Carolina/Trystan: For Carolina, I'd say only in high school. As we know, she's not the type to take any shit or watch someone else take abuse. She would gladly sucker-punch a bully who was trying to take advantage of someone weaker than them. After her father's murder, she really struggles and acts out. I'm sure there are times when Tommy is called in.

Trystan didn't get called to the principal's office because he was homeschooled and he was the Prince, so he got away with an awful lot. Had he been in a traditional school environment, the royal imp would have been in the office frequently, but like Tobias above, he'd probably charm the administration. lol

They're not having children, so no need to worry here :)

Eli/Zoe: It's canon that Zoe was often suspended for questioning authority (shit, I have that in common with her! lol). So, yeah, there were principal office visits in her life (or whatever the equivalent was in The Tower.)

Eli got some time in a traditional school before the outbreak, but I see him as a pretty stand-up/living on the straight and narrow kind of kid. He might have been called at some time in the future - probably for kicking someone's ass for messing with his little brother - but they never got that chance.

I'm not too sure where I'm going with their children AU ... though I'm pretty sure they will have children. If they do, I'm sure there will be principal office times, because they'd be hardheaded like their parents.

Now, there is the Troy/Eli/Zoe AU I will eventually get to. Babe, we KNOW Troy had to be in the office often, but I'm sure he was very Tobias & Trystan-like (must be the T lol), and he'd charm the socks off of everyone or manage to weasel out of trouble. If there are children in this version - yeah, frequent flyer miles at the principal's office. lol

Thanks for the fun ask, Nonny & sorry for taking so long to answer! <3

[arishah97]

Blog

Xe begged me to stay, and with tears in my eyes, I left anyways.

Its been a while since I wrote one of these. Things have been going okay. My work hours have massively expanded and I now work a fulltime job. 9-5. Every weekday. Goddamnit, but humans were never meant to do this shit. five days a week? 40 hours a week? insane.

Never thought the shift from 6 hours to 8 hours would be that much, but it feels like the life is being squeezed out of my fucking soul. fuck capitalism. not that my job sucks that much. I mean, I work at a fucking desk. I dont have to do hard labor or something like that. Its just work.

Things got strained between me and her. I had less time. she was more stressed. and nothing was official.

My friend turned 30. we've been planning a trip to vegas for a while now. I went. and then my dating profile went crazy.

Yeah, I was still on the dating apps. fuck me i guess. is this cheating? i dunno. It feels like emotional cheating. But she was the one who wasn't ready for me. I can't possibly be expected to stay faithful and wait for her. Is that fair to me? i dunno. fuck.

I got a lot of matches in vegas, but 2 significant ones. one night i nearly went over to the first one's. just straight up went over to someone's house who i had never met. It was probably a bad idea, and I'm infinitely grateful for the people who stopped me that night.

The second one... ah. We made plans to meet up for a date. We flirted. We bantered. God, xe was beautiful. Xe was amazing too. We met up. I showed xe my std paperwork, xe showed me xyrs. We went out for Thai. Xe bounced around happily as xe sat. Adorably cute.

We ordered an ride to pick up protection and then go back to xyrs place. goddamit. xe said that xe was mine. xe gasped and moaned and panted beneath me. xe said xe was my good girl over and over and over again.

I said that xe was mine. I couldn't stop talking about xyr toned legs, xyr amazing ass, xyr beautiful waist, xyr beautiful tits, xyr cute face. Xe had a body like a succubus and xe tempted me. I was smart enough not to promise anything to xyr.

Before we even started xe asked if we could still keep in contact after this was all over. I had to say no. It broke my heart but I had to say no. I had to stop myself from saying xe was mine forever. I said xe was mine, but never forever. I had to stop myself from saying I was xe's.

While we were taking a break and cuddling, xe mentioned that if I wanted to stay over, xe would have to go to the couch, as xe punched and kicked in xyr sleep. I told her I didn't care over and over, but xe said that xe felt bad if xe hurt other people, so I relented. I'll never forget xyr face as xe loomed over me, grinding into me as I cupped xyr chest and pulled.

At the end of it all, I admitted to xyr that of all the people in the world to be my first, I'm glad it was xyr. Apparently, xe was under the impression that I was experienced, which was super funny.

I began to say my goodbyes. I put on my clothes. I kissed xyr one last time. As I went over to put on my shoes, xe offered to keep to the edge of the bed. Xe asked me to stay. I grimaced.

I knew that if I would stay, I would surely never emotionally recover. I was waiting on someone. I couldn't make someone else wait on me while I wait on someone, and it was cruel to confess to someone and then say "lol, nevermind". I continued to put my shoes on.

Xe begged me to to stay, and with tears in my eyes, I left anyways.

Its now 2 days later. Xe haunts my every waking thought. We had a short text exchange the next morning, but I knew that we had to stop this. I haven't reached out to xyr since.

I've cried so much, I can barely function. love, sex, feelings, emotions. theyre all tied up. I feel like an asshole. Maybe I am an asshole. On one hand, I confessed that I had feelings for a girl and she asked me to wait. On the other hand, I made someone want me so bad xey called xemself mine, but I walked away like a player.

I need time to process. Thats why i wrote this. Hopefully I will have answers for myself soon.

xoxo,

Ari

[bbgmessi]

life is kicking my ass this week (kinda in a good but exhausting way LOL) i missed the city bayern game bc i was straight up passed out in bed:/ anyways

[dogboysweetheart]

Boyfriend Appreciation Post

Hey there I’m a massive f[l]ag and need to rant about my lovely brofriend

God damn he’s understanding, like I don’t feel like he gets it when I tell him he’s taken so many of our fuck ups in stride and never once deemed us for some shitty thing we did to ourself. We put ourself in a lot of stupid situations and yet there’s Charlie smiling on the other side of a little screen. I don’t need to see him to tell when he is smiling at me, I feel it in the words he sends. I can’t stress enough how forgiving and open minded he is it’s actually insane. We sent him some frantic texts one night after a nasty wreck, we weren’t able to talk to him after that for over a week and a half. What do you suppose he did? Apologize. He freakin apologized for not being able to contact us while we were hospitalized. He had no power he couldn’t possibly have reached us but he still says sorry? He still showed us with love and relief that we lived. Never in my life have I been on the receiving end of such kindness, and for some reason I was lucky enough to be the one that’s loved.

Hes not just all heart of gold either, he’s breath taking. He’s look like he’s been chiseled like a Greek statue and I’m not exaggerate he’s got this heavenly jaw line thing could cut diamond yet still seems soft. He’s got these gorgeous eyes, blue as lighting in a fading sky, just these crystal pools that I could marvel at my whole life. It’s like looking at a tear drop it shines and there’s so much compassion even just in a photo his eyes are wells full of respect and love. His hair is kick ass too, black sheep sorta hair, looks like he’s in a band and is. He styles it in this like soft mullet that brings out his soft cheeks and when he smiles seem to point straight to his dimples it drys my throat I can’t believe something of such beauty is staring down at me. I don’t have anything poetic for this part but good lord I love having a tall boyfriend, he’s like over a foot taller than me and it makes my brain go straight to sin city lol. He’s got really big hands too, straight up model hands like I’m dead serious he might as well be a hand model as a full time career they’re perfect. You’d think being super lank is awkward but he moves so fluidly, like he’s always dancing I want to cry some days he’s just so lovely like a living breathing painting.

he’s my eclipse, he’s all consuming and everything I’ll ever see, a combination of the sun and moon just as indescribable as his beauty. I’ve know since I started dating, honestly since junior year where I had a crush on him but was to chicken to say, I’ve always known that all I need is his company. Just to see him happy is more than I deserve. If one day comes and he wakes up to find everything faded away I won’t cry. I won’t be sad because he’s still here, I don’t need him to love me. I just need him to let sit near and see him shine.

love you till death do us part my starlight I’ll never dream a dream with out you in it ❤️