#I have a long weekend okay maybe i can waste a LITTLE a time writing abt vamps

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Hi!! I saw you were writing for Rodrick and thought I could give an idea if you would like to write for it! So here's the basis, at Rodricks party (or just a party in general) the reader gets flat out wasted and doesn't realize that Rodrick is their boyfriend and says like 'my boyfriend would beat you up if he found out about this' while Rodrick is trying to take care of them. Preferably feminine or gender neutral pronouns. I hope this made enough sense. Have a great rest of you day :)

Blame it on the Alcohol (Rodrick Heffley X Reader)

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Summary: Your boyfriend Rodrick tries taking care of you while you’re drunk, and you seem to forget that he’s your boyfriend.

A/N: warning for underage drinking

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As soon as Rodrick’s parents were out of the house, he knew he was gonna throw a party. He didn’t care that his brother Greg would be there; he’d take care of him later. Maybe make him sleep over at Rowley’s or lock him in his room.

Rodrick threw himself on the couch and called you, wanting you to be the first to show up to his party. Then, after the call, the two of you texted all of your friends to come to Rodrick’s tonight.

A few hours later, the party was in full swing. Rodrick ended up locking Greg in the basement so he could focus on having fun with you without worrying about his brother ruining his party. 

“So, when are your parents coming home?” You asked your boyfriend before taking a sip of your drink. You didn’t really know what was in it; your friend had made it for you, but it was definitely giving you a bit of a buzz.

“Monday or something.” Rodrick shrugged, his arm wrapped around you, keeping you close to him. “We have the whole weekend to ourselves.” He said with a smirk.

“Isn’t Greg here?” 

“Yeah, but I can keep him in the basement.”

“Rodrick…” You pointed to the front door, where you saw Greg’s friend Rowley looking around in wonder. “What’s he doing here?”

Rodrick cursed, his wide eyes accentuated by the eyeliner that you helped him put on before people started coming to the house.

“I’ll be right back.” He said, handing you his red solo cup before racing over to the little redheaded boy and grabbing him by the back of his shirt. You snorted, taking another sip before going to find your friends.

It was a long while before you found Rodrick again. You were close to plastered, hanging onto one of your friends who was definitely more sober than you were. After a brief silence in the house, where apparently Susan had called to check up on Rodrick and Greg, your boyfriend let the boys out of the basement, and the party became livelier than before. You screamed along to music, dancing in a way that looked like uncontrolled thrashing, and drank until your friends decided it was time to cut you off and hand you back to your boyfriend.

“Finally! We’ve been looking for you for, like, forever!” One of your friends said with a giggle as she spotted Rodrick in the kitchen. 

“Who’s he?” You asked, pointing at the boy. He looked at you and then at your friend, growing confused.

“She’s wasted. Good luck.” Then you were pushed into his arms. Luckily, he caught you, or else you probably would’ve stumbled into something.

“Gee, thanks!” He called out to your friend before looking down at you. “Hey babe, feeling okay?”

“Who are you calling ‘babe’?” You asked incredulously. Rodrick snorted.

“Yeah, let’s get you to bed.” 

Luckily for Rodrick, the party was starting to die down a bit. He quickly kicked everyone out of the house, grabbed a bottle of water, and told Greg and Rowley that they could do whatever they wanted as long as they didn’t bother him before he took you up to his room.

“You better hope my boyfriend doesn’t find out about this.” You said in a bit of a slur as Rodrick sat you on his bed. “He’ll beat you up.”

“Y/n, I am your boyfriend.” Rodrick snorted, and you furiously shook your head.

“Nuh-uh.” You said, leaning back on your elbows. “My boyfriend’s prettier.”

Rodrick felt jealous for a minute before remembering that he was being jealous of himself.

“Oh really?” 

You nodded, watching Rodrick pull out a shirt from his dresser.

“He’s in a band.” You said with a smile before seeing the shirt’s design. You gasped, pointing at it with a grin. “That’s his band!”

“Yeah?” Rodrick asked, mirroring your enthusiasm. He figured it was better to play along by acting like he wasn’t your boyfriend right now. “I’m a big fan.”

“Well, I’m a bigger fan.” You smirked, flopping back onto the bed. You stretched your limbs, feeling fuzzy and warm all over. “I’m tired.” You said with a sigh.

Rodrick figured now would be the best time to get you changed. He pulled you back into a sitting position and held the shirt in front of you.

“Wanna put this on?” He asked in a tone that one would use with a baby. Seeing the name of your boyfriend’s band on the shirt, you nodded and snatched it from his hands. Rodrick turned around as you got changed, throwing you some shorts from one of the last times that you stayed over. 

By the time Rodrick was changed into his own pajamas and had turned around, you were sprawled out on his bed, the clothes you were previously wearing scattered around you.

Letting out a small laugh, Rodrick gathered your stuff into a small pile. Then he gently grabbed you, pulling you closer to the head of the bed. Rodrick opened up the water bottle he brought up and nudged you awake.

“Drink this.” Your eyes opened the slightest bit to see the bottle, which you grabbed and chugged. Rodrick’s eyes widened at the speed at which you drank, the bottle being emptied in just a couple of seconds.

“Thanks.” You say, crushing the plastic bottle and giving it back to Rodrick, who just tossed it over his shoulder. “You know, you’re really nice.” You grabbed one of Rodrick’s pillows, clutching it close to you and smushing your cheek against it. “But don’t try anything, because my boyfriend will kick your ass.”

“Wouldn’t want that.” Rodrick laughed, brushing some stray hair out of your face. “Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight.” You yawned, quickly falling into a deep sleep. When he knew you weren’t going to wake up, Rodrick laid back and closed his eyes, staying close to you as he fell asleep.

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Can you write an age gap fic where Jake is older than the reader, and maybe he's been getting in his head about it. Maybe one night they start making it, and he's in his head and can't get hard, and he freaks thinking this proves he's too old for his girl? Little angst, lot of fluff and smut lol

Hii, honey! Thank you for the amazing request, I got SO carried away with it lol... well, let's start 2024 with this one <3

Warnings: age gap, angst (talks of breaking up, anxiety attack), dry humping, cum in pants, slapping, dirty talk, oral (fem. recieving).

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Jake sighed as he scrolled through the pictures of last weekend's red carpet event. Maybe was the bad lighting but... something seemed off. He looked so... different. But then... he looked at you. As gorgeous as always. He could swear you were getting more gorgeous every day. But he was just... aging.

He tried not to care about all the mean comments you both had to deal with, due to your age gap, but it was different when he could see it with his own eyes. How in a few years he would not only not be good looking enough for you, but he might also not... be able to give you the life you deserve. He wouldn't have the same energy or the same goals. What if he got sick and useless and you had to waste your life taking care of him?

His heart broke at that thought. He couldn't do that to you. But what was the other option? Breaking up with the love of his life?

His thoughts were interrupted by you opening the front door. He quickly locked his phone and threw it on the coffee table. He kinda hoped you hadn't seen those pictures... he thought you would feel less attracted to him if you realized what he just realized.

"Hi, baby." You almost moaned at the sight of him, so cozy on the sofa. You had such a long, stressful day and you just couldn't wait to be in his arms.

"Been thinking bout you all day." you sighed, straddling him. You felt him tense under you. "Want you so bad right now..."

"You do, baby?" He knew he would have to use his best acting skills to hide how tense he was. The problem was that he was never good at lying to you.

But maybe... sex would help. Help him relax, help him get his mind off all that... it's what the two of you always did after a stressful day, relax by pleasuring each other... maybe that was the key.

You kept rubbing your clothed core against his, as you kissed his neck and moaned obscenely. "Need you, Jake, need you so bad, oh my god..."

That would usually make him shiver, drive him so crazy he would have to take control immediately. But right now... he felt kinda overwhelmed. He felt like your body heat was too much and your words made his heart race, but just not in a good way.

God, he loved you. Those thoughts he was having... being so scared of losing you, was all because he loved you too much... he wanted to make you feel so good... it was like his mind and soul craved the same as you, but his body just wasn't responding.

Fuck. His body WASN'T responding. He grabbed your waist so much tighter than he usually does, making your hips move faster. He grunted as he kept forcing your hips, but NOTHING. Why wasn't him hard? Not even a little bit! For fucks sake, all it takes for you to get him hard is a look... now you were begging for it on his lap and NOTHING.

It broke his heart. His princess asking him something he just couldn't give... and what if... what if he just couldn't do it anymore?

"Jake!" You called. And by your tone, he could tell it wasn't the first time, he just couldn't listen. "Jake, please, stop, you're hurting me..."

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I..." he immediately let go of your hips, hands going straight to his face, rubbing it desperately.

"Jake? Baby? What's going on?" You grabbed his arms, removing his hands from his face, so he would look at you.

"Can't breath." He whispered.

"Calm down, baby, I'm right here, okay? You're safe, everything's okay, I promise." You placed both hands on his shoulders, taking deep breaths so he would follow.

"I'm so fucking sorry." He said, as soon as his heart rate normalized.

"For what, baby?" You brought a hand to his cheek, caressing it slowly.

"Can't do it." His words were vague, but the fact that he couldn't look you in the eyes gave away what he was talking about.

"Hey..." you sighed, giving him a tight hug. "It's okay, we don't have to. I mean, you never pressured me when I wasn't feeling like it. You have all the right in the world to say no. I'm actually very happy you did, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable, okay? You should have told me sooner, I didn't mean to..."

"No, Y/N, you don't get it." He interrupted you, closing his eyes. "I really want to, but I can't."

"Baby, you have to tell me what's going on, you're scaring me..." you tried one more time to get him to look at you, but he just wouldn't. "Are you okay?"

He didn't say anything. You took a moment to look at him. Maybe you should have done that before starting anything, because he clearly looked upset. Exhausted, frustrated... you just couldn't understand why he wasn't talking.

"I'm gonna go get you some water, okay?" You asked sweetly, and he just nodded.

The feeling when his lap lost contact with you was both a relief and the start of brand new paranoias. He needed space. Needed to be in silence for a moment. But... symbolically, it hit him hard. He felt like he was losing you and he wished he would be strong enough to stop it. To hold you tightly, even if it made it hard to breathe.

You came back with a glass of water and sat beside him on the sofa. He accepted the glass with a fake smile and just looked at it for a moment. You waited patiently until he took a sip. He visibly calmed down a little bit.

"Do you think you can talk now?" You spoke calmly. "Or do you want to rest a bit?"

He wasn't sure. There was no point in delaying it, but, at the same time, he didn't even know where to start.

"Okay, we'll rest a bit." You added after waiting for his response, but getting nothing. "Why don't we watch a movie and cuddle a bit? Wouldn't that be perfect?"

"I..." he spoke for the first time in what felt like hours for both of you. "I would love that."

You felt relief wash over you after hearing his voice. You were sure he would be back to normal and finally open up soon now.

You grabbed the remote and chose whatever silly rom-com popped up, just as a distraction. He sat more comfortably and you sat between his legs, snuggling on his chest. His arms wrapped around you and you allowed your body to relax.

No words were spoken during the first half of the movie. Sometimes, his arms would wrap around you extra-tightly, as the anxiety of losing you peaked again, and as he calmed down, he would relax again, kissing the top of your head.

The result of being so relaxed inside your lover's embrace after a long, stressful day was obvious: you fell asleep. When Jake noticed, he chuckled sadly. You were so beautiful. So young and breathtakingly pretty... His fingertips traced your cheeks very lightly, afraid he would wake you up. He wished he could freeze that moment right there. But he knew he couldn't. He knew that time was running, flying, specially for him. He felt like he was rotting right beside you, as you laid peacefully, like a marble sculpted goddess.

His mind was flooded with what happened earlier. You had long forgotten, but in his head, you went to sleep extremely sexually frustrated. He felt disgusted by his old man flaccid cock. He couldn't imagine how you would want to touch it. And he knew you had a high sex drive. One he was always able to satisfy, but... now? And it would only get worse. Every minute that passed, it was getting worse. An agonizing ache filled his chest again. He was losing you.

Your eyes fluttered open to find him looking at you with the saddest expression you had ever seen on him. He didn't even try to hide it. He kept stroking your face and gave your forehead a long kiss.

"Jakey..." you whispered.

"My love." He whispered, lips still touching your skin. "My sweet girl."

"Yes, baby." You smiled, placing your hands on top of his. "I'm your girl. All yours."

You couldn't understand why that was the wrong thing to say at the moment, since he loved to hear it, but it clearly was. He sighed and eliminated all forms of physical contact between the two of you, standing up and walking in circles in front of you.

That's when it hit you. It was obvious that he didn't want to tell you because you were the problem. He didn't want to have sex with you, because you disgusted him. You wondered how long he had been faking it, because he looked fine when you left for work that morning... he just didn't know how to do it, how to end things, because he was too nice to hurt you.

"I get it." You said, feeling your heart break. "Do you want me to leave?"

He stopped walking and looked at you.

"Baby..." he sighed.

"Don't call me baby." You replied, angrily. "I wish I had realized this before."

Your words hurt him more than a knife could ever do. So, he didn't have to say anything. In the end, you realized it all by yourself. Maybe it was his failure earlier? You didn't even want to try again to see if he could do it... well, maybe it was better like this. You couldn't waste your precious time and beauty with him anymore. And he was relieved that you realized that.

But his relief turned to panic as he saw you stand up and walk towards your shared bedroom. He followed you.

"What are you doing?" He questioned.

"Leaving." You spoke shortly, because if you tried to explain any further, you would cry, and you really didn't want to do that in front of him.

"But... but we should talk first..." he insisted. He knew you had to. He wanted the best for you, but when shit got serious, he started doubting everything.

"Oh, now you want to talk?" You clapped back, immediately regretting it. It didn't matter what he was doing to you, he was clearly having an anxiety attack earlier and you knew you should respect his time. "Shit, I'm sorry. I know you weren't feeling well, I just..."

"No, you're right." He interrupted you. "I was selfish. I shouldn't have allowed it to go this far."

"This far?" You frowned. "You're a fucking coward. What is it? You never fucking loved me, then you allowed me to move in and share a life with you for all these years because you didn't want to tell me the truth?"

"You can call me whatever you want." He raised his voice a bit. "But don't you dare think for a second that I didn't love you. Because I am going to love you for the rest of my life, I'm just trying to do what's best for you."

"Bullshit." You rolled your eyes, getting so close to him that your bodies touched, looking him in the eye, lips dangerously close. "Doing what's best for me is such BULLSHIT, fucking own what you're doing."

Well shit. Wrong time. A little late for that. But he was getting seriously turned on. Your anger. Your body and your words challenging him. The enormous sense of ownership he felt as soon as you said you were leaving... before he could think, he grabbed your wrists and pushed you against the wall, kissing you hungrily. Your hands tried to free themselves from his tight grip, but it was useless, the way his body pressed against yours made you absolutely weak.

"Don't do this, don't do it, please..." you begged as soon as he broke the kiss for air. "Don't fuck me cause you feel sorry for me, it's not fair..."

"I don't feel sorry for you." He was genuinely confused. "I fucking love you. Fucking love you, do you understand? Have to show you."

You didn't know anything anymore. Five minutes ago you were sure he didn't want you anymore... but that hunger in his eyes was the same one you saw every single time. Nothing changed. You didn't know what was his problem, all you knew was that you were going to let him take whatever he wanted from you, hoping to solve it.

His hands finally released yours, meeting your waist, but very differently from what they did earlier. This grip was familiar. The one used to keep your hips still as he absolutely destroyed your insides. Your body recognized it well and automatically made you crave him.

His lips left a trail of messy kisses and incomprehensible words all over your neck as his hips grinded against your lower abdomen, relieving the tension on his rock-hard cock. Part of him was terrified it would go away, so he kept going. And it was driving you CRAZY. He would often tease you, but that was another level.

"Jake, please, need you..." you begged.

Your words brought him back to the moment you said them earlier, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He had to keep up. If he disappointed you again, he knew he would have to let you go.

"Can't stop, baby, feels so good..." he replied, completely lost in the moment.

You moaned at the obscenity of the scene. The way your boyfriend grinded his cock desperately against you, so desperate he couldn't even wait to get undressed. The way his body had you pressed against the wall made it impossible for you to touch yourself. You knew you could come just from watching that scene if it went on for long enough. But it didn't.

Soon, his movements got messier.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum..." he moaned, teeth sinking into your neck.

"Come on, Jakey, do it..." you motivated him, desperate for it to end so you could get absolutely anything. "Cum for me, baby, need you to feel so good..."

"Fuck..." he moaned, hips bucking in a familiar way. He was so close.

"Yes, baby, keep going..." you smiled, as you saw him losing himself in pleasure. "Look at you, fucking cumming in your pants like a horny fucking teenager..."

That did it for him. He grunted like an animal. Came so much you could feel your belly wet from it, leaking through his pants.

"Fuck, Jacob." You rested your head against the wall, exhausted like you were the one who just came that hard. "What the hell was that?"

"I'm sorry." He kept his eyes shut, still pressed against you as he tried to catch his breath.

"Don't apologize, that was so fucking hot..." you moaned, pulling his hair.

"I don't want you to leave..." he whimpered.

You stopped everything. You were horny as hell, but there was something wrong with him and you needed to know. You couldn't stand the idea of fucking him then immediately getting dumped.

"Jake. I know you're struggling right now, okay? But you have to tell me what's going on if you want me to stay. At least... let me know if I did something wrong."

"You did nothing wrong." He separated your bodies, and you had to hold back a frustrated moan. He grabbed your hand and guided you to the bed, where you both sat down. "It's just... I've been thinking... you know what... it's so funny, you just called me a horny teenager..."

"Yeah, I mean, you just dry-humped me against a wall and blew a load in your pants, what am I supposed to say?" You smirked.

"Yeah, but I couldn't even get it up earlier." He said, frustratedly.

"Is that what this is about?" You frowned. "You're upset because..."

"Don't say it out loud." He cut you.

You started to laugh hysterically. And it didn't help that whenever you looked at his face, he looked like an absolutely confused idiot.

"What? Why are you laughing?" He tried to stop you.

"Jacob, that's so stupid." You took a deep breath to stop laughing. "So what? You're not a machine, it's okay if you don't feel like it sometimes. Oh god, if you hit me with the 'it never happened to me before', I swear I'm gonna laugh again."

"Well?" He thought he was supposed to be offended. But it really was kinda stupid, wasn't it? Some internalized sexism telling him to have a constant hard cock, ready to use, really for sex 24/7. He felt a little ridiculous. "I... I wasn't gonna say that, but I kinda have an explanation, if you want to hear it."

"Jake. You don't have to explain anything, baby." You reassured him. "It's not a problem. I'm glad we are talking about it, but it's not a big deal."

"No, you don't understand." He sighed. "I... listen, I know we've had this conversation before, but I feel like it's getting a little more real now. And I think we need to have it again, because you have to decide if this is still what you want."

Your eyes widened. Maybe it was a big deal.

"You're my everything, Y/N. But you're also... everything, just everything, you know? You're smart, and caring, and funny, and so fucking gorgeous, I can't... I can't describe what I see in you, what I know everyone out there sees in you." He continued. "And I can't help but feel like... I might not be enough for you in a few years. But then... after what happened earlier, I realized that I might... already not be good for you anymore."

"Jake..." you sighed. "You've been reading those stupid comments again?"

"No, no one told me anything, I've seen it with my own eyes." He explained. "I've seen pictures of us together and it's..."

"It's what?" You raised your eyebrows. "It's heavily edited or a terrible angle so the gossip pages can say I'm a gold digger? Or that you're some kind of monster who steal the innocence of helpless like girls?"

"Y/N..." he insisted. "We have to be realistic."

"Yes, Jake. Let's be realistic, then." You shrugged. "The truth is that I've been extremely happy, and all my emotional and physical needs completley satisfied. It's been like this for years and it will still be like this for years."

"You don't know that." He replied.

"Yes, I do. Trust me, I do." You caressed his face gently. "I'm sitting right in front of you and I'm seeing the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He has the same eyes he had on the movies I've seen before meeting him. The same gorgeous smile. I see some changes on your face and they make me so happy... to see that we're growing older together. That's a beautiful thing."

"I know, honey, but at some point I may not give you what you need anymore." He melted under your touch, placing a hand on top of yours.

"What if something happened to me tomorrow and you had to take care of me? And I was the one who couldn't give you anything anymore? Would you leave me?" You challenged him.

"It's different. That's probably not gonna happen. But we know that this is happening to me right now. And it will only get worse." He explained.

"There's nothing happening, Jake!" You chuckled. "Come on, you're healthier than me, you know that. And you know that what happened earlier only did because you were stressed."

"Maybe not?"

"Maybe not?" You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, I mean... it's so difficult for you to get an erection nowadays that you got one while I was fucking threatening to leave you."

He left out the most delicious laugh. That one he has. That one that turns your pupils into heart shapes.

"You're an IDIOT." You laughed with him, sitting on his lap and giving him a tight hug.

"I'm just worried about you. I just want to make sure you're happy." He sighed.

"Yes, sir, thanks for checking." You mocked him, but got back to a more serious tone afterwards. "It's okay if you want to have this conversation once in awhile. Just know that my answer is never going to change. I will always want you. I know things will change, but we went through so many changes already, and I love every single phase we live."

"Thank you." He whispered, gently grabbing your face for a passionate kiss. "I will always want you too."

He kept kissing you and for the first time in a while he didn't feel like time was rushing. He felt like he belonged on that moment. You, on the other hand, were getting a little impatient. You could feel his cock hardening again under you, and you craved it more than wanted to admit.

"Jake?" you whispered against his lips.

"I know, baby." He chuckled. "My girl needs a bit of attention, huh?"

"Yes, please..." you begged. "I'll take anything you give me, just... need your attention."

"My attention, little girl?" He asked sarcastically, picking you up from his lap and throwing you on the bed. "I know you better than that, think you need my cock."

You pressed your thighs together at his words. Big mistake. He forced them open, running his hand from your neck to your core. He had you bucking your hips at the mere contact of his hand over your clothes, and that made his confidence improve. Again, big mistake.

It's just that... you've been craving him all day, and the way there was still a wet patch of his cum on both of your clothes... it made you go feral.

He removed your pants, fingers rushing to rub your clit through your panties.

"No... no, Jake, please..." you tried to push his hand away.

"What's wrong, baby?" He asked, very confused. "I can fucking smell how wet you are."

"Exactly." You explained, still trying to push him away, but he kept teasing you. "Gonna cum so fast, I don't want to, I wanna ride you..."

"Fuck, baby..." he felt his cock throb at your words. "Will you be patient for me?"

"Don't want to..." you frowned.

"You don't want to?" He raised his eyebrows. "What do you want, then? To be a fucking brat? Tell you what... I'll only give you my cock if you cum first."

You moaned frustratedly as he pulled your underwear down. And moaned even louder when his tongue made contact with your core, diving into your wetness like he was tasting you for the first time. He devoured your pussy like he was trying to prove something to himself. But you were too lost in pleasure to worry about that. The noises, both coming from your wetness and from his mouth, cause he enjoyed eating you out just a little too much, were loud enough to make you feel like you had to scream.

"FUCK, I'M COMING, JAKE, I'M COMING RIGHT NOW, FUCK!"

And he didn't stop until you pushed his head with all the strength you had left.

"Good girl." He smirked. "Still wanna ride me? Or you're to tired?"

"Wanna ride you, give me a minute, fuck..." you shivered, just imagining something touching your sensitive pussy at that moment.

"Can't wait much, baby, I..." he seemed a little embarrassed. "Eating this gorgeous pussy got me too worked up..."

"Yeah?" You smirked. "Don't tell me you're gonna cum in your pants again... so pathetic..."

"Feeling brave, little girl?" He laughed darkly.

You didn't have an answer to that. And you didn't need one. He quickly flipped you over, giving your ass a loud slap.

You heard him undressing behind you, and got all excited. Ass in the air for him to use... except... he didn't. You heard him stroking himself. You looked back, begging him with your eyes.

But that only made him stroke himself faster, and you almost cried as you felt his cum painting your ass, without feeling an inch of his cock inside you.

"Next time you want something, you better be nice." He said, giving your ass another slap.

You were in shock. Wrecked and still wanting more.

"Now give this old man some rest." He said, grabbing your face and giving you a little kiss on the tip of your nose. "And if you behave, I might be nice too."

[yournowheregirl]

wip wednesday weekend

i got tagged by the lovely @seths-rogens thank you sm friend! 💖

again, very much in a writing / hyperfixation rut BUT!! i decided to post blurbs from previous wips, in the hopes that it'll light the writing spark yet again.

so please enjoy quite a long blurb from an unfinished steddie fic based on that one scene in mamma mia where sam proposes to donna at sophie's wedding.

Eddie realizes then and there that he might never get an opportunity like this again. Well, he might but not another opportunity that has this level of show-stopping drama and Eddie lives for some drama in his life. 

And so, Eddie does what he does best and steps on top of the nearest chair, drawing the attention of the most chaotic wedding party he’s ever seen.

“Hang on!”

All the eyes in the room are on him in a split second and while he usually basks in all the attention, he also feel strangely nervous. But it’s now or never, everyone is already staring at him like he grew a second head, so he might as well continue. 

“Why waste a good wedding, huh?” Eddie grins as his eyes roam around the room before finally landing on Steve again. “How about it, Harrington?” 

The wedding guests once more erupt into hushed whispers of shock but Eddie can’t even hear them anymore. His sole focus is Steve, who looks at him like he’s certifiably insane. And maybe he is, maybe it is insane to propose to your ex from seven years ago during your friends’ canceled wedding, but Eddie’s just gonna take a chance. He’s not gonna run away, not this time.

“What?” 

Okay, not the answer Eddie was hoping for but he gets it. Maybe Steve needs a little more convincing. 

“Aw, c’mon. You gonna need someone to boss around in that newly empty apartment of yours and it might as well be me.” Eddie hops off the chair, his head cocked to the side and doing his best impression of Bambi to sell Steve on the idea. “What do you say?”

“Are you crazy?” Steve splutters, hands on his hips. His brows are furrowed and his lips are pursed in that famous Harrington scowl that Eddie knows and loves. 

“For you? Yes.” 

“You have a girlfriend!” Steve exclaims - which is quickly followed by grandma Wheeler’s 'oh dear'.

This makes Eddie frown because he very much doesn’t have a girlfriend, hasn’t had one in months not since- “Who? Donna? Nah, we broke up ages ago.”

“But- but- we live in totally different states.”

“I can pack up my things and move to Boston, no problem.” Eddie counters. “What else you got, because as you know, I can go on for hours.”

Steve apparently takes that as a challenge because that panicked look on his face melts away and is replaced by a cocky smirk and raised eyebrows. “What if I’m already dating someone?”

“Last thing I heard from Dustin you were dating that god-awful guy named Brad and considering that he isn’t anywhere to be found-” Eddie dramatically gestures around the room. “I figure that you did the right thing and dumped his ass.”

“You wouldn’t want to get married without Wayne here.” Steve counters, crossing his arms in front of his chest and God, Eddie had forgotten how hot Steve looks when he's up for a challenge.

“We’ll just have a second wedding. Periwinkle isn’t really my color either, but I’ll make an exception for you, sweetheart.” Eddie winks.

tagging (with zero pressure!!) some old friends and some new ones: @cheatghost @sidekick-hero @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe @spectrum-spectre @stevebabey @steddieas-shegoes & @steddielations big (consensual) kisses for you all, mwah!! 💖💖

[ifancyharry]

The bookshop in the corner (part III)

Hello my loves!!! i'm so sorry it took me so long to update, i was just in a bad place this past week, but i feel better now <3 i hope you enjoy :)

Please, if you're liking this story so far let me know, i kind of feel like no one likes this because i never get asks hahahahah so please lmk 🌚

warnings: none

word count: 4k+

(read part I, part II)

Harry’s late. YN knows he’s late because it’s 3.30 in the afternoon and he’s still not here. In the past two months she spent hanging out with him, she realized he’s never late. He even told her himself once. They were hands deep in the cookie dough and Harry started talking about how much he hates being late and latecomers in general. He said it was because he hates wasting time. He’d admitted he loves the attention that comes with being late, but hates knowing he wasted precious time he could’ve spent doing something productive. YN hadn’t asked, and she still doesn’t understand why Harry sometimes feels like he has to tell her something about himself. She feels as if he does it just to fill the silence, and she hates that. She could never share something about herself so lightheartedly. So maybe it’s not really a matter of hate as it’s of jealousy; she wishes she could be like him.

When he told her, she’d nodded because she understood in a way, she figured he was Harry Styles so it kind of mattered if he was late to something. YN, on the other hand, rarely got invited to things, so she didn’t quite know what kind of person she was.

She wonders if something happened, not necessarily bad, but bad enough to make him late. She knows she shouldn’t worry because it’s not like they established a rule regarding these weekend hangouts, but she has to admit she’d gotten used to his presence, and she likes the little sweets he bakes her, so she can’t help but wait for him. 

She decides she’ll wait an hour, and if he’s not there by 4.30, she’d go on with her work and not spare him a single thought. 

She’s writing down her groceries list on her notes app when she realizes it’s past five and there’s no sign of him. She sighs and tries to shrug it off, but she can’t help but wonder if she did something wrong to make him act this way. Perhaps she made him uncomfortable; perhaps he’d gotten tired of her and moved onto the next thing. She doesn’t know Harry well enough to know which one it is. But she does know herself, and she knows how she can be, so she figures he decided to leave her alone after all. 

It’s okay, she thinks. It’s what you wanted, she has to remind herself.

She doesn’t know why she’s still thinking about him a couple of hours later when she’s getting ready to close the bookshop. She knows it’s probably a matter of comfort; she’d gotten used to having him around, so it takes a little to get accustomed to the thought of him not being there.

You see, she knows she’s being irrational, she knows it doesn’t mean anything, it could just be a one time thing. Maybe he didn’t feel like seeing her today and there’s nothing wrong with that. But it has come to a point for YN where she has a tendency to protect herself even when protection isn’t actually needed. She realizes she’d gotten quite comfortable with Harry, at least comfortable enough to the point where she doesn’t feel suffocated by his presence as she did the first time she saw him. Maybe that was her mistake all along. It’s always a matter of mistakes with her. 

The problem is that when you’ve been alone for so long, even the slightest intrusion can feel like the biggest, and despite her cold exterior, she always felt inside her this pathetic longing for human connections that she never got the courage to satisfy. But she knows that takes a kind of braveness she doesn’t feel she has mastered yet. So after all, she figures, it’s better this way. She’s glad Harry didn’t come, she has to tell herself that in order to get a good night sleep. She hopes he’ll keep doing that until she forgets the taste of everything he baked her. 

The next Sunday, when Harry doesn’t show again, she feels a certain smugness at being right. She knew this would happen and she’d spent all her life alone to avoid this kind of feeling. All those years she didn’t go out weren’t wasted, because she was right in protecting herself, and she feels stupid for even thinking otherwise.

(…)

YN’s serving a costumer when Harry walks in, two weeks later, so she doesn’t really pay much attention to him. Only when he walks in front of the cashier she sees him, and he’s smiling politely at the old man who’s putting away his wallet after buying his book. 

“Hey,” he says once he’s standing before her, he raises his hand and shows her a white tote bag which he’s holding tightly between his fingers, “I was thinking pumpkin pie today”.

YN finds herself at a loss for words. It’s been two weeks since she’d last seen him. A lot happened in two weeks (not really), but it did for her standards. Two weeks. 

Since she’d last seen him, she read five books, found a new favorite candle scent and (almost) managed to forget his annoying voice and twinkly green eyes. A lot can happen in two weeks. Maybe, she figures, two weeks mean nothing to Harry, that’d explain why he’s suddenly acting like nothing happened.

She doesn’t know how to act, because she’s aware nothing actually happened between them, but she still hasn’t forgotten how it felt waiting for him for two weekends in a row. And she wouldn’t recommend.

“That’s nice, but I have a lot of work to catch up to” she shrugs, picking a blue pen out of the ones scattered across the counter and scribbling down on a piece of paper what seems like a list of book titles and their respective authors. 

“Okay, I’ll help you then and we’ll bake once we’re done.”

“I don’t need your help, Harry.” She says firmly.

“Fine, then I’ll bake while you’re working?” He suggests, his tone seems serious and she really doesn’t know if he’s trying to make fun of her. 

It’s when she doesn’t say anything that Harry understands. “You’re mad.” He nods, more to himself, really. He’d spent the entirety of the past week trying to imagine how their encounter would’ve been like. He’d considered the possibility of her getting upset, but discarded it with a shake of his head. There’s no way she’d be mad. He thought he was actually doing her a favor.

“I’m not.” 

“I think you are.”

“Well, you’re wrong!” She snaps, closing the pen with its cap and placing it in the breast pocket on her blouse. She takes the white paper and walks out of the counter toward the left, where she keeps the poetry section, Harry following closely behind. Once she’s standing before the tall wooden bookshelf, she scans the books with her eyes, tilting her head so she can see up until the very last shelf, and once she spots the book she was looking for, she takes the pen out of  her pocket and crosses with a line the book title she wrote just minutes ago.

Harry, who’s never been one really good at confrontation, stands behind her, following her every move with his eyes. He feels like he should say something, but doesn’t know how. People never really get upset with him, even when he knows he deserves it, so he’s never been in this kind of position.

“You don’t like pumpkin pie?” He jokes, nudging her shoulder with his softly. 

“I really don’t have time for this, Harry” she wonders wether she means his jokes or their “friendship”. Maybe both, although she did miss him and she does like pumpkin pie, very much actually.

She debates wether she should just let it go and pretend him standing her up for two weeks didn’t hurt in any way. But how can she? 

“Okay,” he nods “Can I stay here, though? I won’t talk.”

“Yeah, I doubt that.” She rolls her eyes, but doesn’t send him away.

(…)

After less than an hour, YN’s done with her list, she found the books she didn’t have in stock and ordered them online, Harry helped her put in the correct alphabetical order the books that were misplaced, and they managed to not talk if not strictly necessary. Despite the silence, Harry felt relaxed for the first time in two weeks; he doesn’t know if it’s the coziness of the bookshop or this new candle she has burning. 

YN has some music playing softly from her computer when she hears a loud groan coming from Harry, who’s sitting cross legged on the floor reading a book quietly, with his back against the counter on which she’s sitting: “can you skip this song, please?”

“Why? I like it” she shrugs, lowering her head to look down at him, her hair falling in front of her face.

“It’s the song I lost my Grammy to.” He explains, but he doesn’t raise his head to look at her, his eyes still planted on the book open in his lap, albeit she knows he’s not reading anymore.

“Okay.” She nods, grabbing her computer from behind her and changing the song like he asked.

YN can’t obviously know what it means to lose a Grammy, but despite being upset with him, she’s not cruel and she understands that Harry has something in his mind he’s not telling her.

She figures it must be something rather important, because he’s not one to be shy about his feelings (if only she knew…).

She’s debating wether she should ask him what’s wrong when Harry closes the book around his index finger to mark the page, and raises his head to look at her. “It’s fine.” He says.

She furrows her eyebrows but doesn’t say anything, she’s gotten used to him, and she knows he needs some time to gather his thoughts before speaking again, so she lets him.

“It’s not like I was expecting to win,” he shakes his head and shifts his gaze back on the closed book, “and I’m not angry about it. — he states — I could never be that ungrateful.”

YN nudges his shoulder with her leg to get his attention, “You’re allowed to be angry. It isn’t ungrateful. It’s okay if you wanted to win.” 

Harry lets out a humorless chuckle: “it’s embarrassing.”

“Why?” 

“I don’t know”, he says, shrugging, “sometimes I feel embarrassed I want things. Like in some way I don’t deserve them.”

“Okay” she nods, because she feels like she understands what he’s saying. 

“That’s why I didn’t come. Those two weeks. I just… I didn’t want anyone to see me. It got so bad.” He’s looking up at her now, their eyes locked, and suddenly YN’s hyper aware of his shoulder brushing against her leg and she feels so bad for everything she thought about him those past two weeks she feels nauseous. How could she possibly have known? And what does it mean now that she knows? 

“I didn’t want anyone to see me like that.” He repeats, closing his eyes and pursing his lips as if he’s remembering something and is disgusted by the very image of it. 

Harry doesn’t know why sometimes he feels so comfortable around her he gets the sudden urge to tell her at least one thing that’s going on in his head. 

He’s glad she rarely asks, he fears he’d tell her everything. He doesn’t like that. He’s so scared of people knowing him he hides self-help books from his own manager. He doesn’t want people to see that. He feels as if no one would like him if they saw him like that. 

To him, it’s just easier being happy all the time. And when he can’t find it in him to be happy, he’d rather disappear for two weeks than to come to terms with his own failures and with the fact that he’s not perfect. It’s never easy, being happy, but at least it’s less scary. And to Harry, which is someone who despises being scared, that counts as a lot.

They sit in silence for a while, Harry’s words lingering in the air between them. He wants to tell her how bad it got. He wants to tell her he was so angry at himself he got so drunk he blacked out, and he never drinks while he’s on tour, so that counts for something. 

“I understand.” She says, startling him, “I’m scared of people knowing me, too. But sometimes I really want to be understood, you know? I wish to be understood more than I fear people knowing me.” She whispers, lowering her gaze.

“I know what you mean” Harry nods, he feels warm in his chest, “sometimes I imagine this cooler version of myself in my head, and he gets to do all these cool things I never do. He makes it seem so easy I almost believe it. Then it comes a point when I have to speak up about something and I just can’t. I can’t say anything. All I can say is okay. You know? — he looks at her — I say: it’s okay, don’t worry, I’m not angry, it’s fine, it didn’t hurt me. But it’s not okay. It’s not. And I see him in my head, and he’s so disappointed in me. I picture him shaking his head at me. I feel like a loser. But at the same time I feel safe, you know?”

At this point, he’s rambling. He’d never told anyone that. It took a lot of courage, and suddenly he feels ashamed and exposed. He wonders what she’s going to think of him now that she knows such a intimate detail about him.

He uncrosses his legs and stretches them before him. He wants to leave. He feels restless and he regrets being so open, her silence only confirming his thoughts. 

“Harry?” She says, nudging him once again with her leg. He hums, signaling he’s listening and to let her know she can go on, “you don’t have to say it’s okay with me. I understand.”

And he doesn’t know how, but she really does understand. So he nods. He watches her as she lowers her torso towards him, reaching for his shoulder with her hand and squeezing it in a reassuring way: “plus,” she smiles, “why would I care about Grammys when you’re the best baker in the world?”

(…)

“We’re not baking today.” Harry says when he walks in the bookshop the following Sunday, pushing the door open with his back as his hands are too full to open the door. 

“What? Why?” She pouts, jogging towards him and taking one of the shopping bag from his hand, freeing it from his grip. At that, Harry lets out a relieved sigh. He’d only carried the bags from the tube — yes, he takes the tube regularly now (he quite likes it, but would never admit that to Jeff, who’s convinced Harry takes a cab) — to the shop, which isn’t that long of a distance, usually, but it is when you’re walking with four heavy bags digging uncomfortably in your skin. He’s positive they left a mark, and he recalls if doing your own grocery shopping means carrying the bags too, he’s a bit glad he doesn’t have to do it.

He closes the door behind him with his foot and follows YN, “Why?!” He exclaims, “It’s almost Christmas and you still don’t have a tree!”

“Harry!” She rolls her eyes, putting the bag on the counter, “I don’t need a tree.”, but there’s already a warm feeling blossoming from her chest, all the way down to the very tip of her fingers and she feels tingly all over.

“I think you do.” He gives her a firm nod, “Don’t worry, I thought about everything.”

“That scares me a little” she admits, but there’s a smile across her face as she helps him with the rest of the bags. She doesn’t remember the last time she’d felt so excited over a Christmas tree. She almost wants to squeal from how much she’s looking forward to this, not that she’d ever tell Harry. He doesn’t need to know Christmas is her favorite holiday ever.

“That’s Jeff with the tree!” He cheers, once they hear the unmistakable sound of tires screeching against the asphalt. YN peeks her head outside the big window and notices outside the shop, a red pick up with a big, green, Douglas fir tied to its roof. The car’s headlights illuminate the otherwise dark street, and YN follows once she sees Harry head toward it; he lets her go out first, stretching his arm to hold the door open for her with his hand splattered against it.

“Oh God,” she says once they reach the car outside. From up close the tree is even bigger than it seemed, and she feels herself fluster at the thought of Harry doing this for her. He bought her a tree. Not only for her, but for the bookshop! How could she even begin to repay him! 

It’s so cold out she has to wrap her arms around herself to feel some kind of warmth as she’s shivering in her place, a white, condensed cloud leaving her mouth when she speaks excitedly: “is it going to fit through the door?” 

Harry laughs and eyes her briefly before greeting Jeff who’s just gotten out of the car. 

“YN,” he says, gesturing towards his manager, “this is Jeff.”

“Hi” she waves, smiling gently at him, “thank you for this.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ve done way worse for him” Jeff replies, nudging Harry in the shoulder with his fist. At that, Harry blushes a little and prays Jeff won’t do anything that’d embarrass him too much. 

When Harry had told him he wanted to buy her a Christmas tree, Jeff tried not to read too much into it, because he knows how out of his way Harry can go for others and to make good impressions, so he thought he’d forget about it sooner or later and go on to the next crazy idea. But once he saw how Harry was when he came back the Sunday prior, especially after how devastated he’d been after losing the award, he understood maybe there was a bigger meaning to their friendship not even Harry had quite grasped yet, so he decided to bring up the idea of the tree again, and Harry had smiled so hard, Jeff felt relieved he still had it in him.

YN helps Harry and Jeff unload the tree from the car and once it’s on the ground, they drag it inside the shop by the top branch. YN trips on her feet once in a while (the tree is really heavy) and Harry has to hold her by the arm to prevent her from falling. 

She’s thinking it’s nice, to feel like this once in a while, to rediscover the giddiness and carefreeness of small moments like this, that isn’t small at all, after all.

Once the tree is inside, Harry assembles the base and all three of them lift it so it’s in a standing position, big and proud and green and once again so so big!

YN feels so ecstatic she doesn’t even acknowledge Jeff leaving, too busy admiring the tree to notice. When she realizes she feels so bad she begs Harry to text him saying how sorry she was she didn’t say goodbye. 

“I didn’t know which color you’d like, I figured classic gold and red?” Harry says as he’s rummaging through the bags to take out all the Christmas balls and ornaments he bought.

“Yes! I hate those new colors… like blue? Why would you want a blue Christmas tree? It’s blasphemous!”

He laughs at her, throwing his head backwards and squinting his eyes. 

“Here” he says, handing her the first golden ball to put on the tree. She takes it from his hands and hooks it in one of the branches in the middle.

“Harry! No! The small ones go on top and the big ones under” she exclaims, taking the red sparkly ball from his hand as he was just about to place it on one of the bottom branches.

“I didn’t think there was a textbook about Christmas tree decorating” he mumbles, looking at her bewildered with an amused smile painted across his face.

“Ah Ah” she rolls her eyes, “c’mon, it looks so much better” she gestures to the small ball which she placed near the top.

“It doesn’t make much of a difference”, he shakes his head, but he has to admit it does look better that way, so he just decides to go with it and follow her advice.

Nearly three hours later, both the bookshop and YN’s small room are decorated, and it’s gotten so late it’s past 8 o’clock, both their stomachs grumbling in the quietness of her backside room, where they decided to relax a bit, Harry reading a book on the couch while YN tidies up after the mess they left with all the bags and plastic packages.

“Should we order something?” She asks once she reaches for her phone and sees the time.

“Okay” Harry nods, “i’m really craving sushi.”

She smiles at him and nods her head before sitting close to him on the couch. She unlocks her phone and opens the delivery app, showing Harry the menu. After they place the order, she locks her phone again and places it on the coffee table. 

It’s not the first time he stayed over for dinner, they usually eat on the couch as they chat about this and that. Harry noticed, after a couple of times he stayed over, she’d get chattier when he’d brought up a book he’d read, so now all they really talk about as they eat are books.

He tells her his favorites and she shares hers, he promises overtime to read what she recommends but never does, and she laughs when he asks her because she knows he’ll never read them, but she tells him anyway. Because she likes talking. Which comes as kind of a surprise to her. Because she was never one to be talkative, but she guesses no one really took the time to ask about what she liked. Harry does that. He isn’t straight forward, he tries to understand and catch traits about her from things she says (he pays a lot of attention to what she says, and he stares really hard at her lips when she talks sometimes she forgets what she’s saying and has to start all over again), and sometimes he doesn’t get them right, but he tried, which is more than she could ever ask.

So really, her no talking rule, only ever gets used once she’s feeling overwhelmed and needs some quietness. Harry doesn’t feel as suffocated anymore when she tells him, because he knows he’s respecting a boundary she set, and he recalls he read on one of those self-help books it’s important to set boundaries but it’s important to respect them too. So he does it, albeit most of the times he breaks the silence not even half an hour after with a stupid question he deems necessary.

Harry doesn’t wonder whether she chose the kitchen color anymore. He doesn’t know why. He feels that if she did indeed decorate the room, it wouldn’t be that bad, because he likes green anyway. And because he bought her a Christmas tree and decorated with her, so he figures it’s too late to worry now.

After that one time Harry disappeared for two weeks, she always asks him (wether he seems overthinking or especially careless with his thoughts) “what are you thinking about”, and Harry never really had that. People somehow always assume they know what he’s thinking about. They don’t. They don’t know how fast his mind races, how much his breath catches in his throat when he has to say something off script, how incredibly scared he feels all the time; YN probably doesn’t get it either, he thinks, but she asks, with is more than others do. And, somehow, whenever she asks, his mind get so quiet, like she put it to rest with such a simple question. He tried to do it to himself once or twice, but it never worked. He figures she has to do it. It’s a little scary because it just makes him depend on her for his well being, but he was always one to depend on people so it’s just a habit, really.

He tries the best he can to do it with her too. He knows she’d never answer if he’d ask her what she’s thinking about, so he tries to listen carefully to everything she says so he can understand her better. He doesn’t know why he feels the need to understand her. Maybe he felt like she’d asked him. Maybe he just wanted to. 

“I’ll see you next weekend, yeah?” She says, once they’re sitting side to side on the tube, and she’s getting ready to hop off since it’s almost her stop.

“Actually,” he grabs her arm to catch her attention, “i’m throwing a Christmas party next Sunday, do you want to come?”

[the-writer-nerd-ro]

I'm way behind posting this but everybody enjoy the Lake Episode!!! No required reading but Marian and Maddox are Hunter's cousins and Petunia is a florist who works with the funeral home sometimes

The girls couldn't afford a beach episode so we're going to the lake

It was May and already oppressively hot, especially if you tended to wear dark-colored long-sleeved vintage dresses. Hunter kept ice pops stocked in the breakroom for the staff, but it wasn’t enough.

On the days her cousin Marian came and tended to the cemetery he decimated half a pack of ice pops on his own.

“It’s too hot,” Marian complained as he ate his third popsicle of the day.

“You’re telling me,” Hunter agreed, wiping her brow with her puffy sleeve.

“We should go out on my boat this weekend.”

Hunter stared at him. “You have a boat?!?”

“I didn’t tell you? One of my clients loved what I did with his yard so much he gave me a boat.”

“Your life is unreal. If I do a good job coordinating a funeral the most I get is a polite nod. Maybe a referral, if I’m lucky.”

Marian shrugged. “Rich people are crazy.”

“Do you even have a boating license?”

“Mm-hm. Sara’s invited too, obviously, and I think Maddox is coming. Morgan is at some writing workship.”

Hunter glanced at a floral arrangement on her desk.

“We should invite Petunia.”

Marian scrunched up his face, able, after a moment, to remember the two times he’d met the pretty florist.

“Okay, sure. Tell her she needs a fishing license if she wants to fish with me. I figured you and Sara would probably just want to swim. Maddox can do whatever.”

“Yeah, I don’t touch fish,” Hunter agreed. “You have fun though.”

“Oh, I will. Can I have another popsicle?”

“Knock yourself out.”

Hunter wasted no time filling Sara in on the impromptu weekend plans, as well as her ongoing matchmaking scheme.

“I’m in,” Sara agreed, “No tsure what I’m gonna wear, though.”

“I’m sure it will be exceptional. There’s no one in the world with a style like yours.”

“Aww, thanks babe. I can’t wait to see what you what you pick out, either.”

That was easy, Hunter had a very small pool of vintage swimsuits, so she put off outfit planning for later and focused on getting Petunia on board.

“I’m not sure, Hunter. I’m not much of a swimmer.”

“You don’t have to swim, you can hang out on the boat with Marian. It’ll be much cooler near the water, though.”

“Alright, if you're sure your cousin won’t mind.”

“He won’t, the more the merrier.”

There was, by the day of, one less than anticipated, though the crew wasn’t any less merry.

Sara and Hunter had hitched a ride with Petunia, who lived on the same side of the city as them, so they met up with Marian at the lake.

“Turns out Maddox just wanted a ride here, she’s going to a lake party with some of the people she’s attending college with next semester.”

“Genius,” Hunter commended.

Sara nodded in agreement but she was a little bummed she hadn’t heard about this party, her partydar was pretty good.

Marian smiled at Petunia, lifting his hand in a half wave. “Glad you could make it. Welcome to the Water Lily.”

“She’s beautiful,” Petunia said respectfully.

“Thanks, hope she floats,” Marian joked.

“You’re kidding, right?” Hunter asked.

“Yeah, of course I am. I might let you capsize but Sara and Petunia don’t deserve that.”

Hunter snorted.

“I’m glad you’d at least save my girlfriend from drowning.”

“Don’t worry, Hun, I’d dive to the bottom of the ocean to save you,” Sara promised.

Hunter knew Sara was serious about that, fortunately they didn’t live anywhere near the ocean.

“I like your swimsuit,” Petunia complimented, though it was unclear if she was talking to Hunter, whose vintage swimsuit was more like a navy blue dress than a swimsuit, or Sara, who wore bright orange swim trunks and a cherry covered bikini top and had covered the whole thing in a flowy, translucent pink cover-up.

“Thanks,” Hunter and Sara said in unison, not questioning it.

“You’re not going to swim?” Marian asked.

Petunia was wearing thigh-length overalls and a green shirt that said “Women Fear Me, Fish Want Me.”

“No, I prefer to fish.”

“Finally, someone with taste. Good idea about inviting her, Hunter.”

Petunia blushed, but the sun was hot and so the reddinging of her face went unnoticed.

“I packed Lunchables and Lays Stax for lunch, let’s get on the water before it gets crowded,” Marian said.

Sara cheered, throwing an arm around Hunter. “We’re going to have way more fun than Maddox.”

“Absolutely,” Hunter agreed, always down to one-up her youngest cousin.

They boarded the Water Lily and set off, eager to make the most of their Saturday.

Marian was deeply focused as he drove the boat to the perfect little fishing spot, so Hunter and Sara kept busy by chatting with Petunia and liberally applying sunscreen on each other. Hunter applied sunscreen to Sara like she was painting a masterpiece, and Sara applied sunscreen to Hunter like this was the first time she had ever touched her lover.

Once they were screened up, Hunter took a couple pictures and videos of Sara looking over the water. She hoped to get some pictures of Petunia and Marian later, in case she ever needed it for an engagement party slideshow.

She had lots of practice setting up Marian with rad ladies (before she’d met Sara, basically any girl she’d crushed on who turned out to be straight). Maybe this time he wouldn’t fumble it.

Marian was completely unaware of his cousin’s plans for his love life. If he’d been aware of her matchmaking misadventures, he would have attempted to put a stop to them years ago. Right now, all he cared about was catching some fish for dinner. What did it matter if Hunter was baiting a hook of her own?

Petunia was vaguely aware that this was a set-up. She knew what Hunter and Sara were like. And she knew that Hunter knew she only delivered flowers to the funeral home personally for a chance at seeing Marian. And for free ice-pops, but that wasn’t as big of a pull as Marian. It was silly, but he was exactly her type. He was cute, kind, and he cared about plants almost as much as she did.

And, in an exciting turn of events, it seemed they both liked fishing.

Sara and Hunter wasted no time giving the potential love birds some space, cannonballing into the lake and splashing around.

Marian moved to a seat next to Petunia and distributed the fishing poles.

“Let me know if you need any help with anything. Some people don’t like baiting their own hooks.”

By the time Marian had finished saying that, Petunia already had a nightcrawler on the end of her hook.

“Thanks, I might need help getting the fish off the line, I’ll let you know.”

Marian admired her confidence, it seemed like Petunia had no doubts she’d catch fish, it was only a matter of how many.

“It’s nice to meet someone else who likes fishing. My little sister Maddox used to be my fishing buddy, but now she’s too cool to do anything with me.”

“I’m not too cool,” Petunia blurted.

“Don’t sell yourself short. You seem pretty cool to me.”

Petunia took a swig of her water bottle so she didn’t start to overheat.

“I could say the same to you.”

Marian smiled a little but didn’t know how to respond, so he turned his attention to their bobbers in the water.

He was not at all surprised when Petunia got the first bite, reeling it in like a pro.

From the water Hunter and Sara cheered, confirming that their privacy was an illusion.

“Beautiful,” Marian said appreciatively, unhooking the fish and tossing it in the cooler.

“How do you cook your fish?” Petunia asked.

“I filet them, then I salt and flour the pieces and fry them in a skillet with crisco, or coconut oil if I’m trying to be healthy.”

“Mmm, sounds fantastic.”

“You’re welcome to join me. I mean, so far you’ve caught 100% of the fish.”

Petunia pretended to consider it for a while.

“Okay, on one condition.”

Marian raised an eyebrow. “And that is?”

“You let me make mac and cheese.”

“I think I can manage that.”

“My family would always serve mac and cheese with fried fish,” Petunia explained.

“That’s a good tradition.”

“Probably the best tradition they have.” Petunia had broken a couple of her family’s other traditions, but she loved and respected them enough to keep their cheesiest ones alive and well.

“Thanks for offering to share it with me.”

“Alright then, fried fish and mac and cheese. It’s a date.”

Marian looked flustered, trying to formulate a response when suddenly he felt a tug on his line.

He poured his focus into keeping that fish on the hook, grateful for a bit of a distraction.

By the time the second fish was in the cooler, it seemed unnecessary to address the date comment. If it was a date, he would make it a damn good one. And if it wasn’t a date, well, at least they’d have fried fish and macaroni and cheese.

Hiding slightly under the boat, Hunter took in these new developments with glee.

There was no way Marian could fumble this one, Petunia was laying it all on the table.

“I bet you a million dollars that they’re officially dating by the end of June,” she whispered to Sara.

“You don’t have a million dollars.”

“I bet you a million kisses.”

Sara pondered it for a second. “Hm. That’s going to be hard to count, but I accept your terms.”

In this particular bet, there weren't exactly any losers.

They splashed around for a little longer, content to float together in the coolness of the lake on an otherwise stuffy Saturday, before finally climbing back on the Water Lily for sunscreen and pizza Lunchables.

Marian and Petunia had caught several more fish by that point, and were talking like they were old friends. Hunter was certain, more than anything else, that she’d hit the mark with her latest matchmaking scheme. And Marian had fallen for it, hook, line, and sinker.

[fighterbound]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: jana

PRONOUNS : she/her but they/them is okay with me.

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : discord is your best friend bc i don't access tumblr unless im at my pc ( some days i don't got energy for that). discord i got on my phone. i will say i am nervous when it comes to talking to others, so sometimes i either talk too much, talk too little, or take a while to reply back bc im thinking about what to say. know it's not you, it's me. i am an awkward turtle and totally not charming like naruto.

NAME OF MUSE(s) : this is a multimuse blog so there's several on here. mainly deal with nar.uto and b.nha beyond those two uhhh i have fe3h / diamond no ace / ff7r ( im getting to into it!)

BEST EXPERIENCE : seeing the results of continued interaction and plotting toward dynamics. feeling the general shift of my muses toward other muses and being like hey let's go bug them because they enjoy the company of that specific muse/blog. hitting that stride with someone else, where you both are on the same wavelength regarding your muses. sometimes it happens quickly, other times over the span of months and years of following one another. it's such a sweet moment seeing all the hard work of writing / plotting / interaction with someone and watching your muses growing together or reaching that sweet plot point you've been building up to. c:

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : lack of matching energy. if i plot with you and don't get anything back, that's one of the biggest dealbreakers. i will pull the weight for my muse(s) but i am not doing it for you. i like to think im pretty flexible in terms of letting it a slide in the beginning bc we're still figuring each other out and acting like awkward turtles but if i continue to feel that lack of energy then we're going our separate ways. i only have so many spoons to spend on here and i wanna make sure i enjoy them. also it frustrates me a lot when im asking questions, trying to get things going and just getting one word answers. i start thinking it's me and im doing something wrong. that never leads anywhere nice for mental health so, yep.

also lack of interaction. i have it in my rules if we don't interact generally within the first month then i will unfollow. again i let this slide sometimes bc life gets busy and we got all life to deal with. with that said, i generally try to reach out either by sending a DM or ask.

MUSE PREFERENCES: honestly i enjoy the softie characters and watching them grow into themselves and finding themselves. but uh i really only have one softie. the rest of them are assholes and sunshine assholes. so maybe my preference is assholes. idk. they just gotta call to me and i gotta feel for their story. yanno? or like their ship LOL

PLOTS OR MEMES : i generally prefer plotting, but not lot of it. i like to a get a general gist of direction then leaving everything else open-ended. bc really the muses sometimes don't follow the plan and i fully support following them into whatever problem their track wreck self is heading toward. i like memes, but sometimes i don't. and that's all me bc i want all the interactions to have some kind purpose, to keep building and developing our muses. but i know that's unreasonable expectation to have. plus memes are totally are great for exploring potential ideas, working out of the norm, and feeling each other out! so yess they're good but also sometimes i feel they don't go anywhere and im like did i waste time writing that? the answer is no, bc it's practice, it's a chance to explore. but can't help the way you feel at times.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : generally short replies, i like the quickness to them. however i do enjoy long ones when they start to dig into the muse and pick apart their thoughts.

BEST TIME TO WRITE : who knows. generally it's the weekend bc that's when i don't work. also when im reading. if i go time without reading a book of fanfic then my writing insp is going to suffer. sometimes i can pull out replies during the week but that is raaaare.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : little bit. the introverts you find on here are. the ambitious ones. the people pleasing ones. the ones struggling to find their place in the world and voice. little bits and pieces.

tagged: @fightaers & @dynmghts ( thank you for tagging me!) tagging: @vsagis / @sunsweets / @kiigan / @hatredcurse / @raisedcold / @soulsballad / @yookimi

[dominimoonbeam]

Winter Solstice Week 2022

Tuesday Nov 29th

HEARTH keywords: warmth, crackle, cuddle, chocolate, fire.

Gavin/FL fluff, tinsy bit of angst and hurt/comfort because I don’t know how to write things without those...

Together for the Holidays

posted here and over on ao3

Gavin touched them like they were precious—not delicate or breakable, but valuable.

It took Freelancer a while to realize why that always stood out to them, why they shivered at his hand just sliding up their back, or the way he stroked his thumb against their wrist sometimes. No one had ever been gentle with them before. It wasn’t something they’d thought about.

They were usually too busy to think too deeply about themselves, which was how they liked it. But this weekend it was just the two of them. Everyone else had gone away for the holidays. Everyone else had gone home to family.

Gavin didn’t ask why not them.

They’d put one of those fireplace recordings from YouTube on the tv, filling the apartment with the crackle and rumble of it, and curled up on the couch with him.

His arms were around them, their body in his lap, his mouth ghosting kisses against their temple.

How long could they stay like that? Would he get bored? Maybe they should watch a movie? They suddenly realized it was just going to be the two of them all week. What if he got sick of it? What if he just felt obligated to stay?

“Love…” he whispered against their temple, lips curling into a curious smile. He hugged them a little tighter. “What’s happening in that head?”

He could see their aura. He could feel their feelings to some degree. They winced, hoping he didn’t. Hurting him was the last thing they wanted to do.

Freelancer forced a smile and hoped it reached their aura. They wiggled and squirmed until they were facing him, still in his lap. His hand cupped the side of their face and they touched his wrist, squeezing gently. “What do you want to do this week?”

His thumb stroked under their bottom lip, his multitone eyes flicking around their face and his smile growing a little mischievous. Freelancer didn’t need to see aura’s to read his thoughts sometimes.

They smiled for real. “Okay, yes, obviously lots of that, but what else?”

Gavin shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never really done human holidays.”

Freelancer felt a pang right in their chest. They should have asked Hux and Dami if they could go home with them. That would have been more classic holiday, right? “I’ve never really done it either,” they admitted. “I wish I could take you home to some big family, even if they were totally awful. I should have at least decorated or something.”

Gavin smiled. “We could decorate.”

Freelancer sat up a little. “What? Like… Like get a tree and shit?”

He beamed. He was so beautiful, not just in the physical way but in all the ways. “Yeah! We can go pick out a tree and then, I don’t know, we’ll window shop and you can point out all the decorations you want. I can make them!”

Freelancer sat all the way up, twisting until they were straddling his hips and looking him in the eye. ���…like an elf? You’re going to be the magic toy making elf to my santa?”

Gavin’s smile grew wonderfully crooked. “If you wear red, I’ll wear bells…”

They bit their lip but nodded. “You don’t mind doing that stuff? I mean… I don’t want to waste your time or—”

Gavin’s smile dropped and they regretted saying it instantly. But he reached out, touching their cheek and their jaw. “You’re never wasting my time, love. And I like this idea. We’ll make up our own holiday things. Together.”

Freelancer blushed but nodded, unable to look away from his steady gaze. He meant it. He always meant the things he said. “Together.”

[lightspren]

i am anxious and 🤯 so i am typing out shit that’s worrying me to make it stop

I am worried bc there were ants in my car. I had closed some tall grass in the door and when i opened it they were running along the edge. I sprayed ant spray but then on the way home squished four on the windshield/dashboard. I need to spray for ants but given that i feel like shit i haven’t been able to yet and probably won’t tomorrow. Solution: I will ant spray Sunday or Monday. It’s fine. I’m not using my car until then anyway and the spray will kill ant society just as well as one or two ants. and it is not a moral failing to have ants in my car. shit happens.

i am still worried about fleas. Spouse has been in the basement a few times since bug guy came last and not seen any. I have not seen any in two weeks. The cats are still healing fine, don’t seem to be scratching excessively. The one that reacts so strongly is still having her fur grow back normally. We have spray for the yard that spouse can probably use next week. Solution: none, nothing needs done on this right now, it’s just a long process but it’s coming along. need to accept that everything is okay and the fleas are honestly probably dealt with. and every tickle i feel is Not a flea. and again it wasn’t a moral failing that we got fleas. shit, again, happens.

worried that i’m wasting time bc i keep just sitting like a lump staring bc i’m too tired to do anything. solution: yes free time is limited by work and you had all these grand ideas for things you could get done, but recovering from surgery comes first. pushing thru feeling awful will not make you get better. you’ll just get fewer things done, and done worse. calm down.

worried that i probably won’t feel like going and seeing my nephews again this weekend, and one of them really desperately wants me to come hang out. solution: he may be disappointed but he’ll be okay. you can visit later next week. even if he doesn’t understand fully, then it’s a learning experience. you are not failing the kids.

worried that i promised two nephews I’d make them plushies like… two months ago, and haven’t started yet. I got most of the supplies but am still missing a few, which tbh I should go see if I can order that. regardless, solution: they’ll live. you’re making the kids plushies on your own dime as a gift. they can learn patience if it takes you a while to get them done. yes they’re kids and don’t understand adult obligations, but it won’t emotionally scar them for life if it takes you a while to get the plushies done. you aren’t breaking a promise. 

worried about how little it took to tank me, like two days of three hours activity each and the next two days went down the shitter. solution: fucking rest, dude. rest. REST. you had an ORGAN REMOVED and you’re chronically ill on top of that, you have. to. rest.

worried that I didn’t get to make sweets for spouses birthday today, and that i won’t feel like doing it tomorrow. solution: just. don’t make them. you know he would rather you rested than cooked things for him. you and he both know it’s just a date, and sweets could be made the next day or the next and it’s fine. you know he would feel awful if you overextended yourself to do something for him. if you can’t make them tomorrow it’s genuinely just fine.

okay i think. that’s it. really the overall solution here is that there is nothing life or death on my to do list, and the obligations i’ve made can easily be rearranged or postponed, and that won’t make anyone hate me or lead to all out apocalypse. it’s okay. everything is okay. i need to rest tomorrow. if I feel like it, I can write, and make the candied citrus, and maybe put the paint samples on the wall, but I should not attempt to do anything more. and at spouses gentle suggestion I have not set an alarm, so i will sleep in tomorrow and hopefully it doesn’t fuck up my sleep schedule but I probably desperately need the extra sleep.

you’d think I would be used to being sick and having to rearrange my life around it, given i’ve been chronically ill for a decade plus, but apparently I’m going to be frustrated and anxious about it Forever. sigh.

ETA I’m also fucking anxious about my story bc i’m afraid it’s cliched or dumb or unoriginal or the characters aren’t developed enough or BLAH BLAH. soliton: YOU ARENT DONE WRITING IT YET. FIX IT LATER. and also you’re writing for YOU, yes I’d love if some people also loved my story but ultimately it is for ME, so calm tf down. you can get second opinions on it when you’ve fixed the rough draft into. first draft.

[hournites]

would you consider ever writing a big bro little sister dynamic fic for Rick and Courtney? Like I feel you would make that fic hella interesting

I have! It’s called Uneven Bars — A no powers AU where Pat adopted Rick after his parents crashed — Courtney is a star gymnast and Pat marries Barbara when Courtney is middle school. I have several chapters written throughout the years so I’ve been stuck at their freshman year for a long time 😭 I really do want to go back to it soon. It would also be so interesting to write a drabble where Pat adopted Rick but he still never learned about his parents or the hourglass, so Courtney finding out her new brother is involved would be wild in a reimagined season 1.

Here’s a snippet of the next Uneven Bars chapter collecting dust in my drafts:

“So, we’re leaving for the cabin on Friday after Beth’s academic decathlon,” Courtney told her mom that Wednesday. She popped in two chocolate croissants in the toaster oven as Beth sat on her kitchen stool, helping Mrs. Whitmore measure out the portions for the dinner she was making.

Rick sat on the couch in the adjacent living room, fiddling with something on his phone.

Beth nods eagerly. She’s excited for the trip, they were going together with Yolanda Montez, a new friend they’ve made together at their lunch table after a scandal had exiled her from the popular clique at Blue Valley High.

Beth had never so much as biked to the town next over, much less gone on hours long road trip.

“Okay, sweetie, that sounds fun. Dad’s taking you, right?”

“What?” Courtney frowned, nearly burning her hand on the top of the toaster oven as she teased their snacks out. “No. He’s got that classic car convention. You said you were.”

Beth felt her stomach drop as she looked up at Courtney’s mom to see her dismay. “Court, Friday is my proposal for Project New America.”

“But—!”

“Oh honey, I’m sorry. The weeks flew by so fast, I knew something felt off on my calendar.”

“We were planning this forever!”

Beth shifted, uncomfortable when Courtney started to put up a fight.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Whitmore,” Beth told her. “We can reschedule.”

Crispy croissant crumbs flew out of Court’s mouth. “Beth, it’s not okay! Mom, you promised we could go! You said it was okay!”

Obviously Mrs. Whitmore couldn’t bring them, and while that was disappointing, Beth knew no amount of complaining about it to her would change her work schedule. Courtney, however, did not seem to see this the same way. Beth averted her gaze as Courtney got a bit more aggravated. Beth loved Court, but this parent-child type of conversation would have never flown in her home.

“Court, calm down,” Rick said suddenly. Beth startled, surprised to find him leaning his arm against the island counter right next to her. She kept her eyes on her lap instead of succumbing to the urge to look at him from the corner of her eye. “I’ll drive you girls if you want it so bad.”

“Really?!” Court asked, forgetting the chocolate croissants to tackle Rick, squeezing him tightly. “Oh my god. Oh my god, thank you, maybe you’re actually useful for something.”

“Yeah,” Rick let out an awkward chuckle, peeling Courtney off. “Not useless. Who knew.”

“Oh, but sweetheart it’s such a long drive,” Mrs. Whitmore worried. “You’d end up going all the way just to drive back, that will waste up your entire long weekend.”

“Uh,” he scratched his head. “Yeah, well whatever, it’s not like I had much going on anyway.”

“You should come too!” Beth said suddenly. She flushed, her heart doing a little number inside her chest. Her mouth kept going anyway. “To the cabin! We can all hang out! There’s a lake, and we can swim and...”

Rick looked at her. Beth couldn’t decipher if it were of fondness or that he found her completely odd. “Yeah, I’ve been to the cabin,” he reminded her, though not unkindly. “It’s been our holiday spot since I was eight.”

“Oh,” Beth said, wondering if the Whitmore-Dugans had a trap door to the basement underneath her stool. Maybe she could sneak herself out to calmly crawl away. At least, then, Courtney wouldn’t witness her best friend’s utter cognitive incoherency around her brother. “Duh. Right. I mean—It’s just a suggestion. Of course it would be totally lame for you to crash Courtney’s plans. I’m sure you have your own friends and uh, never mind.”

“I wouldn’t mind, actually. It’s been a while since we went. I’ll come.”

“Rick doesn’t have friends,” Court teased.

He glared at his step-sister.

Beth untangled her mental web of embarrassment, taking a deep breath before facing Rick again. “Really?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

Rick was going to come and stay with them at the cabin. Rick was going to come with them and sleep overnight at the cabin.

“Oh my gosh,” Beth said, going a little green at the realization.

Courtney, however, didn’t seem to notice Beth’s sudden freak out, tugging on Rick’s sleeve. “Oh my god, yes! You can finally meet Yolanda! You two would absolutely get along!”

“And maybe you can invite Mike along too!” Courtney’s mom suggested lightly, taking the tray of beef wellingtons Beth was helping her turn over to stick into the oven.

“No!” Rick and Courtney both cried out in unison. Then stared at each other, equally baffled at their ability to speak the same sentence at the same time.

Beth started giggling again, absolutely unable to help herself, watching the so-called grizzly bear of a brother break into an indulgent smile.

[100dayswonder]

☆ 01. it's september 6 2024

and i have no idea what i'm doing!! none! it's funny because for a long time i've been told i'm really good at writing but when it comes to writing things like this i'm always at a complete loss

since this blog is for me, it really doesn't matter at all, but i think that it would be horrible to look back years .. or even months.. or weeks.. or even days later and be like wow !! you really don't know what you're talking about!

i think it's because i don't read other peoples blog entries or anything like that .. as far as "formal" blog entries... i know they're supposed to go something like, "today i made toast for breakfast and ate it with butter and green tea. then i went to go get the mail and a letter i'd been waiting for finally arrived!"

.. or something like that

except today i didn't have toast for breakfast, i skipped it and made instant ramen with two eggs and finished all the eggs but not all of the noodles.

i also didn't have green tea. i treated myself to a little black tea with maple syrup and two spoonfuls of sugar (i should have kept it at one)

and then i did go to check the mail eventually but there was absolutely nothing in the mailbox so it felt like a waste especially because today's weather was... kind of eehh?!?! like it wasn't as wet and rainy but it was still kind of wet...

and when it's wet there are bugs out..

anyway i guess that's the most i can really super talk about for this first entry... my classes started again and it was a hassle to get my materials voucher code but i did end up getting it... i submitted my assignment and that was mostly what i wanted to get done today and it was kind of pathetic that it took me so long but i'm sick i don't want to do ANYTHING!!

so i can safely say i "did a good job" even if i can't proudly say it

hopefully there are more interesting things to talk about in the future.. i actually have quite a bit i could talk about that happened in recent history and quite a bit coming up that i have marked down in my calendar.. it's actually been so much this year that it's enough to make my head spin..

in fact TWO friends invited me out in the weekend after next and i haven't decided if i want to go out... because i've just been around people for so long it feels...

at the end of the day i really am an introvert with a limited social battery because as much fun as i had i really do feel like maybe i'm a little worn out with it all..

even a single day where i could comfortably do nothing in bed until about 16:00 would be ideal but as an adult with responsibilities you really can't afford to do that so i have to eke out some sort of task before the end of the day or else i really can't rest at all (even if i'm sick).. as it is, i'm still not productive in the right areas but i keep telling myself tomorrow! tomorrow you'll be stronger and you'll be able to knock out your work in about 5 hours max!

... i'm sure that if you collected all of the minutes i worked and stitched them together, it might amount to 5 hours.. but i'd really prefer it if those 5 hours were consecutive, you know?

anyway i really do feel like crawling into bed and setting up as much of this blog as i did in my current state is honestly pretty miraculous and worthy of an early (for me) bed time, but if i wind up returning to write some more then that's okay too ✨

[daisynik7]

i swear every time i write to you and i try to remind myself to not make it too long, i'm not trying to write a disquisition professing my love to you, unless... 🫣 but lol i’m trying (no i’m not). anyways returning back to our regularly scheduled program, hi my sweet daisy, i predict only 23 revised paragraphs today, but i’m feeling a little silly tonight, so maybe 24. 

i hope you had a lovely weekend and got lots of rest, by now i’m also hoping you’re completely over covid and feeling fully better. but still being gentle and affectionate to yourself + body because ✨it deserves it✨ fact: i watched a reel of a neurosurgeon saying that deep sleep is basically our bodies way of waste management and cleansing in the brain, so i hope you’re able to have deep, restful sleep and naps that make you wake up and question what year it is 🫶🏼

side note… YOU WROTE STRAWBERRY SOJU, the horrific shriek i let out when i found out you wrote that, my sincerest apologies to my neighbors 🫠 i remember reading the first part of it probably around the time when you first posted it and then i lost it somehow??? and i didn’t even manage to have liked it so it wasn’t saved, but that itch in the back of my brain has been scratched, it was so good!!!! and eren!!! i’ve also added give you blue to my list, looking forward to that 🫶🏼

lastly, if you don’t mind me picking your brain for a moment (or direct me to a post if you’ve already answered!) what got you into writing? i don’t say this enough (or at all :/) but i absolutely love you’re writing, you probably knew that already, but also your writing style(?). it's so well done, but also simple. i applaud you my beautiful writer!!!! and all writers because it’s something i’ve been trying and my brain is just constantly *busy phone signal* so here’s me giving you lots hugs and smooches to that beautiful, sexy, imaginative brain of yours to evade responsibilities for a bit🥰  

anyways i’ve added all the aot characters back on my list of ✨fictional men + women that i’m ugly sobbing over✨ so i’m going to go do that. i hope you have a lovely morning, afternoon, or evening wherever you are, whenever you read this, and enter this upcoming week with fresh ideas, good food, and kind people <3 

okay but every time you write me, I need to resist the urge to propose to you on the spot because omg I am so smitten by you?!? I literally get butterflies every time you send me these amazing, heartfelt messages!! 😭😭😭

I had a great weekend actually! I am completely covid free now and finally got out of my house to spend time with important people in my life :) and I definitely caught up with proper sleep this weekend!

ahhhh, thank you for reading strawberry soju! I am super proud of that fic so I'm so happy you liked it! I saw you post somewhere that you like kbbq, so I hope you enjoyed the little references to that hehe

oh I LOVE having my brain picked! Long story short, I liked writing from a young age and have always had a personality where I would become easily obsessed with certain interests. When I was heavily fixated on the Harry Potter franchise, I would read a lot of fan fiction about it, and eventually, I ended up writing my own (I never finished it lol). I only recently got into anime and quickly became obsessed with it, so my imagination was running wild with fantasies and scenarios. I got back into reading fan fiction and eventually decided that I should put my imagination into something tangible that I could look back on for myself. When I found out that people were actually reading what I wrote and liked it, it encouraged me more to continue! It's been a fun hobby that I've adopted into my regular life. :)

I highly recommend just going for it! For me, it's been therapeutic in a way. It's a nice, temporary escape from my regular life. There's so much that I can't control in reality, but in the stories I create, I can do whatever I want. It's one of the few things in life that I CAN control, which gives me an odd sense of peace. I can already tell that you have such a beautiful way with words, so if you ever decide to truly go for it, just know that you have me to support you completely. 💗

I am still reeling from the aot finale (I just watched it last night). I can't believe it's over!! I will be coping by reading fics hehe.

Have the loveliest morning/afternoon/evening wherever you are! I hope this week brings you lots of joy, laughter, comfort, and whatever else you need to bring you peace. love you thea! ♥️

[punchthewitch]

What Matters is It's Done

Monday October 23rd 2023

Hi.

It's nearly 9pm and I'm sitting here in my computer chair, listening to lo-fi, and ~feeling things~. In fact that's about all I've done today. My sacred day off. I day dream about all the wonderful things I'd do when I have nothing to do... and then I do nothing. ugh.

I suppose I'm sitting here feeling the sorts of things I'd like to tell someone about, but then again I struggle to talk to people. I have a loving father, wonderful friends, but I keep things from them. Most things. I had a therapist. Well, rather I had a couple of therapists but at the moment I'm "between mental health professionals". So I've decided to talk to you

*gestures vaguely at the crowd of crickets*

That's okay, I don't really need anybody to hear any of it, I just need it to be said. Whatever *it* is.

I've never kept a diary. I promised my therapist I'd try journaling. I lied. I think I'm afraid to see my own thoughts written out because it'll make them too real. I'm afraid that when I see what's wrong with me apparent on the page, I'll have to get better. I'll have to work. And work is hard. I'm already working hard. It makes me sick to my stomach. If it's "just a bad day" and I don't write about all the painful little details and all the ways I don't feel like I'm enough and all the time I spend looking in the mirror and thinking that I'm not, at my core, even GOOD at all... Well then eventually I'll forget it all right?

I mean, all that said, I do believe my life is moving in a net positive direction. I started transitioning this year. I definitely feel less sad. My lows aren't as low and my highs are higher. More good days than bad. and that's good. But I don't feel like I can trust myself to not fuck it up. Because even though things are better, I'm still me. And I've spent a long time hating myself. I've made a habit of it. Habits are hard to break. I'm trying though.

I'm a selfish person. I think so anyways. I try to do things to not be so selfish sometimes, but it feels like that in and of itself is an act of vanity. I have this friend, and they're having a rough go of it lately. Like they're objectively in a harder place than I am. And I'm always the first person they go to for help but I feel like I can't handle it anymore. I try to be a good person and help, I HAVE helped, I have BEEN HELPING for so long but it never stops and I feel AWFUL that I just don't want to be responsible anymore... I want them to hate me. I want them to be angry with me and hate me so I can stop. Christ what an asshole I am. To spare myself another ride to and from work, sometimes I'd rather everyone see me as the most deplorable girl in the world and then maybe everybody would just leave me alone. God I want to be alone. Just a while longer. It's not that I don't like people. It's not like I don't like this friend who I want to hate me... I'm just tired. and if everyone thought I was a useless wretch, then at least I could rest.

Rest.

I can't even do that right. It's not as though I don't get days off. I have weekends. I ignore texts and calls. I disappear into a sanctuary of blessed solitude from time to time and still I find ways to fuck it up.

Yesterday I met an artist that I really, REALLY admire. Just seeing her motivated me to work harder and create. I wasn't angry at myself for wasting so much time, just driven to do better. To be more like her... And today I didn't do a god damn thing. I sat in my computer chair, listening to lo-fi, and feeling like I fucking hate myself. I wasted another day. How many days I've wasted are too many to keep count. Fine. Whatever. I'll try again tomorrow I guess. Maybe I can be better.

I don't know if any of this made sense. I don't know if it was helpful. I guess that doesn't matter. What matter's is it's done. Talk to you next week.

-Sam

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Magnanimous Moonrise Chapter 4M

In this chapter:  Valen turns out to be one of those dogs who only like women and growls at men 

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Here is the corresponding chapter in the complementary story.

Content/content warnings for this chapter: Nonconsensual bondage/restraint/being trapped, gag/muzzle, heavy emotional distress

Valen heard voices outside, more voices.  Men’s voices.

That raised his hackles.

“Ari, you son of a bitch!  You actually did it?”

Valen felt the van dip under him, as presumably Ari got up.  “What, like it’s hard?  How come you all haven’t managed it yet?”

They were talking about him like he was a particularly wily rabbit in their snare.  They were laughing and congratulating each other.  I’m going to die here.  Die, or something worse.

“We sent your girl straight to the ER when she came in,” said one of the men.  “Her face was busted, man.”

“Don’t call my girlfriend’s face busted.”

“We get it, you’re gay.”

“Bisexual.”

“Same thing.”

Valen winced as the back door was thrown open, three human silhouettes outlined by the terrifying sun behind them.  “Shit,” said one of the men.  “You really do just have a whole ass vampire in your car, huh.”

“What did you fucking think?  That we just brought back his leg or something?”

“Damn, woman, don’t bite my ear off.”  Valen watched in terror as one of the men clambered up into the cargo space next to him, leaning over to look at him.

“Don’t look him in the eye,” said the other man.  “They can use persuasion that way.”

“Some of them,” said the first man.  He blinked at Valen, but he had already averted his eyes, gaze glued to the man’s shins a foot away from his face.

“I guess this one can’t,” said Ari.  “Or he would have done it already.”

“Unless he’s just biding his time.”

Valen squeezed his eyes shut.

“So are you lazy fucks gonna help me move him inside or did you just come out here to gawk at him?”

“Geez, fine.  This thing got handles on it?”

“Yeah, on the sides.  I think it’s a two-person job.”

No no no no no.  They were going to drag him out into the sun while he was locked into place, unable to even throw his hands up to shield his face, or open his mouth to scream and plead.

His chest heaved in terrified gasps as hands came on the handles, starting to drag him forward.  He felt heat on his boots as they came out into the sun.

“Oh, hold on a minute,” said Ari’s voice, and mercifully the sliding stopped.  The sound of her footsteps on gravel.  Cloth rustling.  He kept his gaze trained on the ceiling, his quaking rattling the chains slightly.

He saw Ari’s hands tossing something on top of the cage.  His cloak.  She pulled it across until the top half of the cage was covered, his exposed skin enveloped in shadow.

Thank you, he thought, almost crying at how low he’d sunken that this was a relief for him.  Thank you, thank you, thank you.

“What’s the matter?  You afraid of hurting it?”

“I don’t give a shit about its feelings,” Ari snapped.  “I’m just doing it because Lex would be upset if he got burnt.”

“Sure, sure.  Softie.”

“Hey this is just like when I put a blanket over my birdcage.  It makes them go to sleep.  They think it’s night.”

You have a bird? Valen thought.  I want to see the bird.

There was a round of laughter.  Despite his terror, he felt a twinge of jealousy again, wishing he were in a position where he could partake in the camaraderie.

The world tilted as they lifted him down and out of the van.

“Shit, he’s heavy.”

“It’s the cage, dumbass.  It’s gotta weigh like a thousand pounds.”

Valen closed his eyes against the filtered sunlight coming through the cloak–it was mercifully scant, but he felt it stinging.  Just a little.

He heard the sound of a garage door opening, then the sun faded.  He shuddered in relief.

More metal rattling, the sound of reinforced doors being unlocked.  The hands carried him deeper into the belly of the beast, into the heart of the den.

He felt his prison being lowered to the ground, then come to a stop with a thump.

More voices.

“Woah, shit, it actually worked.”

“Oh my god, you actually got one.”

“Holy shit, Ari.  Let me see it.”

All men’s voices.  Valen’s face twisted into an unseen snarl, and with savageness that surprised even himself, he let out a rolling growl, slamming his head into the top of the cage so hard it banged off the floor for a brief second.

The cloak slipped off the cage and pooled onto the floor, letting him see the full view of all the hunter’s shocked faces as they took a step back.  His forehead felt warm, dark blood leaking from his skull, visible soaking his white hair.  He ground his teeth on the bit, hackles still raised.

“Je-je-sus,” said one of the men.  “Be-be careful with that thing.”

He peeled his upper lip all the way back, exposing the full length of his fangs.  That’s right.  Be afraid of me.  You fucking bastard.  I’ll kill you if I get the chance.  Stay the fuck away from me.  I hate you.  Don’t touch me.

His eyes flitted over to the doorway as Lex came back in, now with a bandage on her nose.  Her eyes fell on Valen.  She looked worried.  She apparently thought better of offering a comment though.  “Where’s Nick?”

“He’s on the phone with the director.”

Valen’s ears perked up, straining to hear the noise in the background now.  With his preternatural hearing, now that he knew to listen for it, he could faintly hear the sound of a voice talking on the phone.

Oh boy, whoever was on the other end of the line sounded angry.

“Oh boy,” said Ari.  “I bet he’s just thrilled with this new development.”

“I thought he gave Nick the OK to do this?” said another hunter.  “He authorized Nick to put a bounty on bringing a live vampire back.”

The other hunters laughed.

“Yeah,” said one wryly.  “To get him to shut up.  He didn’t think anyone would actually do it.”

“The director was bluffing,” said Ari.  “Because vampires are so damn hard to catch live because of persuasion, he thought none of us could do it.  He doesn’t actually want a vampire in the building.”

A glimmer of hope.  Maybe if whoever was in charge wasn’t happy, that would mean he could get out of here.  But…no, a human would probably just want him to be killed instead.

Valen’s attention snapped back to Lex as she braced herself on the cage.  “Hah!  That’ll show him.  And he’s contractually obligated to pay out the bounty.”

Another human came into his field of view, a man’s hand.  He headbutted the wires above him again, bearing the brunt of the stinging silver if it meant getting a chance at scaring him off.  Don’t fucking touch me.

The hunter jerked his hand back without actually putting any of his fingers through the bars enough to reach.  A pity.  “Yeesh…Well, Nick can have him.”

“Speaking of,” said Ari.

Another man had appeared in the doorway, an unhinged smile on his face.  “You did it.  Thank you!  Thank you!”

Oh, thought Valen.  Oh no.  He didn’t like the look of this guy at all.  Unlike the others, he seemed excited to see him, not scared.  He shuddered.  That…didn’t seem good.

The other hunters reacted to his presence as well; they all looked slightly less at ease.  Lex tugged at Ari’s arm.  “Come on, Ari.  You have to get your leg seen to.”

No no no no.  Don’t leave me here with them.

“Wait, ladies, I have to give you the bounty for your hard work!”  The newcomer circled the cage like a shark.  “And, everyone, after some…heated discussion…with the director, he has simply given me the guidelines that, for safety, we can only open the coffin when at least two people are present."

This wretched device they'd locked him in was called the coffin. Fitting, but it made his blood boil. Is this a joke to you?

"So who wants to be the lucky volunteer and help me take this specimen downstairs?”

“I will,” Lex said quickly.

Was Valen imagining this?  Was it wishful thinking?  Was he projecting, or did Lex seem to actually care a little bit?

“I see how it is,” said Ari.  “Rather spend time playing with Nick in the basement than helping your poor, hurt girlfriend to the nurse.”

Lex stammered, “We can–We can do that together and then go help Nick right afterwards.”

“Well,” said the upsettingly enthusiastic man, “I don’t hear any other volunteers, so…”  He beamed.  “I’ll wait right here for you to get back!”

Valen watched their boots squeak out of sight, further into the compound.  He kept his eyes fixed on them, purposefully ignoring the man hovering above him.

The other hunters dispersed slowly, until Valen was alone with Nick.

Valen felt Nick’s eyes on him.  His fearful trembling started back up.  He refused eye contact for as long as he could, until he couldn’t stand it anymore.

Nick was just grinning at him.  He wished he hadn’t looked.  “We’re going to have so much fun together.”

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To the stars | Jeno

Captain!Jeno x Reader, university au!, fwb au!

Word count:7114 Genre: Smut, fluff Warning: Mentions of alchool, body shots, fingering, hair pulling and sex, language. Minors do not interact please, this is a +18 story!!! You have been warned and the media you consume is your responsibility. Author: Maari Note: You guys asked and I did it, a longer imagine. My first real smut I actually can’t believe i wrote this lol I can't control the anxiety of posting so sorry if there are any mistakes.  Request: can i request for fratboy/popular jeno, and yn who know of eo cuz of mutual friends but nvr rly talked but then they fuck at a party after doing body shots or smt and then become fwb -- something like this related to like parties

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“Y/N, are you studying again?!” she heard her roommate, Ava, speak from the door. "It's Saturday." “Scholarship holders never rest.” Y/N shrugged without taking her eyes off the notebook. She had only been at the university for a month, it was true, but if she wanted to keep her scholarship she would have to keep high grades and would only be able to do that if she gave up the fun time that many of her colleagues enjoy on the weekend to study twice as much as studied in their classes. Even if it generated a headache and a pain in the wrists of writing the notes so much, which would be very useful in the exams. "Hey." Ava walked over and stamped her foot until Y/N faced her. “I invited you two other times to frat parties.” "Ava, don't get me wrong but I'm not the party type." she remembered. Y/N doesn't consider herself a geek. She likes to study and make friends, but she also likes silence and especially doesn't like to waste her energy with frivolous frat people. Could she be considered an introvert? Perhaps. “This time it's not a frat party, it's just a date with friends.” Y/N looked at her suspiciously. "Really." "How many friends?" “Five plus the two of us.” Y/N pondered. "Oh come on, Y/N, you owe me." Y/N took a deep breath and dropped the pen on the table, a pang of guilt in her heart making her slowly back away from the books. That was true, she had promised Ava that if she had a more private party, she would. Now she had no excuse. Ava wasn't the party type either and she'd been a great colleague lately. "Fine!" she nodded and Ava jumped on top of her to hug her shoulders tightly as she thanked her with a huge smile on her face. "I'm just going to change." Ava agreed and left the room, saying that she would wait for her roommate outside the dorm.

Y/N sighed before taking off her prescription glasses and rubbing the eyes. Maybe she needed to get out and forget about the subject. She put on comfortable clothes, a salmon hoodie with a cute design of a dinosaur snapping a bone and saying 'delicious', blue jeans and white sneakers, and went downstairs to meet Ava. The two walked a little until they went to another dorm, Y/N just followed her colleague and soon the two were in front of a door and Y/N joined her sweating hands, when the door was opened by a boy with long hair and of two colors, she smiled nervously. Ava hadn't said her friends were so cute. “Y/N, this is Renjun, we attended creative drawing class together.” Ava introduced and Y/N reached out to greet him, receiving a very gentle and quick shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Renjun." she spoke sincerely and received a welcoming smile in response. “Likewise, Y/N. Please come in.” he made room for them to do so. “Make yourself comfortable, the boys have arrived.” Y/N turned to face Renjun. Boys in the plural? Did Ava only have boy friends? Y/N wasn't the type to worry about what others thought, she could live well without the expectations of others on her, however she didn't want to make a bad impression on the first guys she met at university. Okay, her focus wasn't on dating or getting involved with anyone, but she also didn't want to be known as Ava's weird friend. The colleague pulled Y/N in with her, both took off their shoes at the entrance while listening to voices and laughter, when they entered the room accompanied by Renjun, the eyes were directed at them. Y/N saw only two boys. One had honey-colored skin with dark hair falling over his eyes that highlighted his round face and heart-shaped lips, the other had slightly lighter skin and hair bleached a platinum blonde, almost white that were slicked back and left his forehead exposed, making him look more serious even though the smile said just the opposite. When he saw the two of them, ran to hug Ava in what felt like a really tight hug. "Jaemin, you're crushing me." she complained, patting his arm. He pulled away with a pout. "I know you like." he winked with one eye and she rolled her eyes, pointing at Y/N. “This is Y/N, my roommate.” Y/N smiled slightly when saw him staring at her and held out her hand, but contrary to what she had thought, Jaemin hugged her as tightly as he did Ava, if not more. Although she was taken aback, she noticed how Jaemin's hug was as welcoming as Renjun's smile. "Welcome to the club." he spoke after walking away and Y/N smiled shyly but thanked him. “This is Donghyuck.” Ava pointed at the other boy as Jaemin moved out of the way. “But you can call me Haechan.” he commented and extended his hand, Y/N shook it with her eyebrows together. "Why?" she asked curiously and he smiled widely. "Oh no." Jaemin complained. "Here we go." Renjun spoke behind them. Haechan approached and Y/N who froze in place, he put his arm around her shoulders and the proximity made her blush violently as Haechan started to walk towards the kitchen. “You know, cutie.” he started talking with a wide smile. “Don’t scare her, Haechan!” Ava asked and Y/N could hear some laughter. “Each group has its stars, but like the sun I’m the biggest of them all.” Haechan shrugged with a funny expression that made her laugh. “So you decided to name yourself full sun.” she guessed and he nodded. "It's a good nickname." he continued and as the two were entering the kitchen, two more guys were leaving. Y/N smiled shyly as she saw a boy with black hair and black eyeglasses, he accompanied another boy who was talking excitedly but both stopped when they saw Haechan with his arm wrapped around the neck of an unknown person. The other boy had gray hair with certain shades of purple and pink that were already faded and fell over his eye and had the prettiest face in the entire university. "Don't talk to those losers, Y/N." Haechan looked serious and Y/N turned to face him and noticed the playful smile, but she didn't even have time to reach out to the guys like she did to Renjun as Haechan took her to the kitchen. "It's the closest you get to a girl anyway." Y/N heard one of the two speak and held back a smile as watched Haechan roll his eyes. "I hope you like eating junk food, because that's all we have in this dorm." He said opening the lockers and Y/N laughed. Y/N and Haechan shared the packages to take to the living room, he wasn't kidding about the food, the most varied sweets and sodas were in their hands and when they got to the living room, put everything on the couch and Renjun got up to organize the snacks and candys. Y/N noticed that the colored haired boy was on his back talking on the phone and Ava approached her with the black haired boy when Haechan started to argue with Renjun about some chocolate that had just magically appeared there. "Sorry I couldn't introduce myself, please don’t listen to 80% of what Haechan says." he was serious but then laughed. "I'm Mark." “Y/N” she greeted him with a quick handshake. "Don't worry about Haechan." "I already warned her that some of my friends were kind of idiots." Ava assured and Mark laughed in a good way, Jaemin called him and he went, leaving the two of them alone. “The boys are going to order pizza, is that okay for you?” "Sure!" Y/N replied, looking back at the boy again. He was the only one she hadn't had a chance to properly greet, not even knew his name. "Who's that?" she asked curiously and Ava looked in the same direction as her. “Jeno, the captain of the football team.” Y/N looked back at her colleague in shock. “Wait, is he the captain?” she kept her voice low and her finger itched to point at him. "You look surprised." Ava chuckled lightly, making Y/N shrug as looked back at the boy. She had been at the university for a month and already knew how popular the football team was, probably one of the most important activities there and that stopped the entire university. When she thought of football players, pictured the typical pick-up-sized beefy bad boy who only mingled with the cheerleading squad. And hearing that the captain of the team was the most handsome guy in the university helped to imagine the American stereotype of the movies and ok, it wasn't right but in high school it was always like that, she imagined that in the university it would be no different. And she was completely wrong. Jeno didn't look like the typical team captain, let's face it he was much more handsome than could have imagined. "And I’m, when I heard about him, I never would have thought he looked so… normal." she commented even more quietly as she saw him get off the phone with a wide smile, approaching Jaemin and Mark. Y/N felt a slight twinge in her stomach, he must have been talking to his girlfriend. Guys too handsome were rarely single or alone. “You will see that nothing they say is really true.” Ava put her hand on Y/N’s shoulder and called her over to the boys. Y/N was still shy, she really didn't expect her roommate's friends to be so beautiful. She had lived with many boys in her classes, after all she was the only girl in the class, but none of them were like that. None of them had Jeno's side smile, not that she was paying too much attention to him. Or maybe she was. “15 minutes for pizza to arrive.” Jeno warned in a soft tone and Y/N blushed. Mostly because Jeno's voice was sweeter than it should have sounded in her ears, even though it was husky enough, and because she'd concluded wrong. He wasn't talking to his girlfriend, he'd just ordered the pizza. That didn't mean he was single, of course. ‘Why do I care if he has somebody?’ she thought. As soon as the pizza arrived, they settled into the living room and started talking as they devoured the first box. “Wait, you study music?” Y/N asked Haechan after the subject of each other's courses took over the room. “I thought you did Theater.” "Because he's a clown, yeah, everybody says that." Renjun spoke and everyone laughed except Haechan. “Talented has changed its name now.” More surprising than that, only to find out that Mark did literature and Jaemin medicine. “What about you, Y/N? Ava said you don't stop studying even though you've been here for a month.” Renjun ignored Haechan. "I do aerospace engineering." she replied, not holding back the huge smile and everyone stared at her. "Do you want to be an astronaut?" Haechan asked, confused and received a slap on the back of the head from Mark. “She said engineering.” “Oh Milk, it hurts.” Haechan complained, holding the back of his head while pouting. “Actually, when I was little, I wanted to travel to the moon.” she laughed lightly. Child dreams. “Now I’m content to build rockets.” she shrugged and received encouraging smiles. Although Jeno so far hadn't directly exchanged a word with her, he was also smiling with his eyes practically closed, which she found extremely cute. Y/N lowered her head shyly. “I wanted to be a firefighter when I was a younger.” Jaemin said and then took a sip of his juice. "Only because of the girls." Ava spoke and Y/N looked up to face her, seeing rolling her eyes. Ava and Jaemin were like siblings, they'd known each other for so long and had teased each other whenever they could. "Hey, they love a man in uniform." he replied, shrugging his shoulders. "And you love a girl who can't be trusted" Haechan remembered and Jaemin looked at him offended. “Says the guy who sneaked into the women's locker rooms so he could see the ballerinas changing clothes.” “Haechan, you did that?” Ava asked, shocked. “I was fifteen!” he defended herself. "Yeah, and he kept doing it until he finished high school." Mark spoke and Y/N put a hand over her mouth to contain the loud, incredulous laugh. As Haechan tried to defend himself and Renjun told that he almost got caught for it, Y/N looked away and noticed that Jeno was still smiling at her, she took the hand away from her mouth but kept her gaze fixed on him. Jeno had the darkest, brightest eyes she'd ever seen, and they were so intense it made a strange feeling fill her stomach. It wasn't the twinge she'd felt earlier on seeing him on the phone, it was a kind of heat. He didn't even blink as looked at her, as if he didn't want to miss any detail of what seemed to be a kind of curiosity, almost as if he wanted to decipher her and Y/N started to feel the palms sweat. Now it wasn't just her cheeks that burned, but her whole body. “And you, Jeno.” the bubble that the eyes were in had been broken by Ava, and Y/N looked away quickly so that no one would notice that they were practically talking through the exchange of glances. Too late, Jaemin watched them with a raised eyebrow. "What's your ideal type?" Y/N felt her heart speed up with the question, mainly because she also wanted to know, trying to look nonchalant she looked back at Jeno who was staring at her roommate and saw him bite his lower lip, before turning back to face Y/N with the same intensity. “Smart and reserved girls.” replied without taking his eyes off her and Y/N had to clench her jaw to keep from dropping. She wasn't the most experienced girl with guys, but she noticed the atmosphere in the room getting different. It was just an impression or maybe her deepest desire, but had Jeno flirted with her in front of everyone?

[...]

Friday had been the football team's debut in the championship and the entire campus seemed to be in the best-known fraternity, and also the biggest. Celebrating the 4x0 victory was the excuse everyone needed to get drunk and make out in the corners of the house. Y/N had just arrived, arranged with Ava to meet at the frat after the game, now that she was more used to the university, could walk around campus without getting lost. She looked around trying to find her roommate’s red hair but couldn't, in fact she didn't know if it had been a good idea to have gone to the party. Yes, she was a student and had watched the game, and celebrated like it was a world cup final. But she wasn't used to that atmosphere, loud music, lots of people, wasn't exactly what she liked to do on a Friday night. However, she had promised herself that would allow herself a day off from study, or else she would go crazy before the semester was even over.

“Lost?” heard a husky voice close to her ear and turned around in shock, finding the smile that hadn't left her head since. She dreamed a few times of that same smile and maybe was embarrassed to look into the same dark and bright eyes. “Oh hi Jeno.” she smiled shyly and fixed her gaze on his face. "I was looking for Ava but I don't think she has arrived yet." "She left the stadium with Billy." he spoke and put his hands inside the pants pocket. “Billy? The goalkeeper?” Y/N asked, curious as she tried not to sound too obvious in analyzing him. Jeno had his hair half wet, must have showered after the game before coming to the party, a white t-shirt under the team's famous red and white jacket. He was plain and yet managed to be the most handsome guy on campus. “Yeah, they have an unfinished business. I think." Jeno shrugged and Y/N nodded in agreement. It wasn't as if she'd asked Ava if she was involved with anyone or that her colleague had felt the need to talk but now realized she was going to be alone at the party. And as much as she wanted to have fun, didn't feel comfortable enough to blend in without Ava's help. "Well, then I'm leaving." Y/N looked into nowhere and started walking towards the front door. "Wait." she felt Jeno's hand gently grip her arm and she turned to face him, he was closer than before. “If you want, you can spend the party with us.” He pointed back to where part of the football team was standing talking and let go of her arm as she was silent for a moment. "I don't want to bother." she replied, shy. "You must want to celebrate the victory." Y/N wasn't faking it, she really didn't want Jeno to call her just out of obligation. She didn't want to disrupt the party for him, even though she realized that Ava not being there wouldn't make a difference anymore. "I can do this with you by my side." he smiled once more and it was enough for Y/N to melt, feeling her whole body heat up like the day they met. "I don't know." she bit her lip uncertainly and noticed that Jeno watched the movement. "I insist." he was serious and kept his gaze fixed on hers, making it clear that he wouldn't take no for an answer. Y/N sighed and smiled in agreement, and then Jeno's eyes lit up and he gave space for her to go ahead, Y/N felt her whole face on fire and pressed her lips together to hide the gigantic smile that wanted to appear. Jeno introduced her to all his teammates and their partners, she didn't know who was a girlfriend and who wasn't, but she wouldn't ask, mainly because Jeno seemed pretty excited to keep her talking and she felt really welcomed. And it was during this conversation that she noticed how Jeno drew attention, and in the way he politely dumped most of the girls who arrived already caressing his arm, this of course increased Y/N's ego as tried to convince herself that it wasn't because of her. He might just not want to be with anyone because was exhausted from the game. Jeno seemed to have his attention fully focused on her, he always made a point of including her in the conversation, asking what she thought and she felt so comfortable that sometimes when she laughed even put her hand on his arm. They were closer, literally. A scream echoed through the whole house and caught the attention of everyone who turned in the direction, before Y/N could understand what was happening a huge circle formed between the dining room and with more screams of excitement. “The party has started now.” one of the team members spoke and pulled his companion to follow him to the circle. Apparently everyone wanted to watch as suddenly the corner they were in started to get too full and made Y/N approach Jeno, the bodies practically touching and she could see from a gap between the students that a girl was leaning on the table and with her blouse lifted to below her breast, her exposed belly was sucked by another student. "What are they doing?" Y/N asked a little louder as the chatter between the students was much more constant than before. “Body shot.” Jeno replied and she stared at him, noting how his jaw was so well defined and seeing that she was staring for too long at him, he turned to do the same. “Why, you never did?” he raised an eyebrow and Y/N shook her head. "No, I mean, I don't usually drink." she admitted and saw Jeno stare at her somewhat shocked. "Anything? Never?" "No." Y/N looked back and suddenly a glass was held in front of her face, she noticed the big hand with the veins standing out and it went up the whole arm, followed by the shoulders, neck and face. "What?" she asked, waiting for Jeno to answer because he had a glass held out to her but all she got was the sight of Jeno turning the other one he was holding in his mouth and gulping it all down. "Let's change that." he nodded towards the glass and Y/N held it, fearfully, but the electricity that passed through her body as touched Jeno's fingers gently as she took the cup from his hand made an instant courage take over. She tipped the glass and felt her throat rip and burn, her eyes watered and she grimaced, then felt Jeno hold her hand and there was just time for her to put the glass on the shelf behind her before he took her with him. “Wait, where are we going Jeno?” "You won't feel like a real student here until you get your first drink." she opened her mouth to ask what he meant but when she saw him make room between the students to get to the table, she understood and didn't have the strength to answer because she didn't really want to. "It's practically a tradition." Y/N felt her heart beat too fast when Jeno stopped her in the middle of the circle and took off his team jacket, leaving it on the table while took a bottle from someone's hands. He looked at her expectantly and she put her hands on her hips, not caring about the looks of the other students who seemed to want her to quickly do what would be proposed. "Are you sure?" she asked and Jeno just blinked, and his free hand went to the hem of the t-shirt he was wearing and bit his lip. With a naughty smile he pulled the shirt from his body and Y/N felt her whole face burn as tried to keep her eyes away from Jeno's abdomen, in vain of course. She heard screams of approval but nothing could make her lose focus from Jeno's exposed skin, he was defined. Very well defined. She didn't know if it was already the effect of the drink she'd had before but this time she looked him up and down without guilt and without being discreet, from the green shoes, the black pants that now showed a part of the underwear he wore, the abs that she managed to count the six-packs, the muscular chest, the strong shoulders and the irresistible neck. Y/N had never felt her mouth water just looking at a shirtless guy, but this was the first time and had to admit, she liked the way her body had reacted. "So." Jeno turned to put his shirt on the table and seeing his back, Y/N bit her lip to control a moan. “Fuckin hot.” she said, muffled between her teeth and saw Jeno turn once more. "What? What did you say?" "Me?" pointed to herself and saw him nod in agreement. "Nothing!" “Okay, hold that.” he handed the bottle to Y/N and did as he said, saw him sit on the table and then lie down. She felt her hand shake at the sight and had to hold the bottle in her other hand. "You throw the drink wherever you want on my body and just..." he pointed at his body and she blinked a few times. “Suck?” Maybe it was part of the alcohol going to her head but Y/N could swear to see Jeno's pupil dilate. “I would say drink, but yeah, that too.” and there was his smirk again, Y/N almost considered drinking the bottle she was holding so her cheeks would stop blushing. "Fine." she spoke, her voice weak and approached. She studied the exposed skin one more time, holding back a sigh and wondering which place would do that. She still didn't believe that she was about to drink from Jeno's body but since she was there, would take the opportunity. She stopped at his neck and didn't have to think twice, her own body made her get closer and spill the liquid from the bottle in the middle of his neck, it slipped backwards and a very small trail followed between his shoulder, Y/N lowered her head enough and closed her eyes before sucking the drink from Jeno's body. With her free hand she leaned on his arm and the moment her tongue found his warm skin, she felt him shiver and boldly followed the drink all the way to his shoulder and back to his neck, leaving no trail and the only wet path left was her own saliva. When opened her eyes and could see the red mark she'd left behind, realized she'd sucked harder than necessary and lifted her head, finding Jeno looking on with such desire that she felt her body shake. The surrounding students shouted encouragement and approval, but none of that made them look away. Y/N could see a flame in Jeno's dark eyes that until then had never noticed in any other boy. Other students arrived to continue the attraction and Jeno pulled on his clothes with one hand while holding Y/N with the other, leaving. They reached the entrance of the fraternity and Jeno left Y/N's hand so he could put on the clothes, the cold of that night had made his hot body shiver and she couldn't look away. Jeno cleared his throat and Y/N stared at him, embarrassed at having been caught drooling over the boy's chest for the second time that night. "I think I'll go home." she didn't know what time it was, only that she was tired. "I accompany you." Jeno assured and she couldn't say no. Mainly because she didn't want the night to end, she'd had the opportunity to meet Jeno and she wanted more. So much more. Y/N walked next to Jeno feeling the world around her spin, she also didn't know why was smiling so much. In fact, her body knew why, but her head already was in the clouds. Feeling like it was a dream. They went to her dorm in a silence that wasn't the least bit awkward. Jeno was more like her than realized. Y/N felt a shiver down her spine when Jeno said that he would walk her to the door, why was she suddenly so anxious? The dorm hallway had never been so quiet and peaceful, the only noise echoed was the Y/N keys that she fiddled with nonstop inside the pocket of the jacket she wore. They stopped in front of the door, she felt her heart thudding so hard that felt it against her ribs and tucked the hair behind the ear, not knowing what to do. Well, she knew what she wanted to do, but even though she had alcohol in her veins, still wasn't so uninhibited as to make it possible. "Do you want-" She didn't even have time to go on, Jeno had already advanced on her and grabbed the back of her neck, bringing her up to collide their mouths. Y/N had the sound of surprise muffled by Jeno's mouth, which opened quickly so that their tongues finally met as she approached his body and gripped his jacket tightly. She felt the other arm wrap around her waist and lost herself in the fast, delicious dance that the tongues provided. Y/N felt her whole body tingle as Jeno bit her lower lip lightly and brought it with him, in response she pulled him by the jacket and although her lungs ached from lack of air, she only bothered to grab his neck from both sides and pull it towards her. She heard Jeno laugh amusedly but when their lips met, he brought her closer and the hand on the back of her head grabbed her hair tightly, making the kiss deeper and started to walk forward, when the loud thud of the bodies slamming against the door Y/N felt her legs give out. Her body was being pressed hard by Jeno and it was heating up way too fast, but felt her body practically erupt as he spread her legs with his own knee and placed it in the middle. The heat he gave off and the force he used to hold her against the door was causing the air to be lost much faster, so they had to move away and Y/N reached into her jacket pocket to grab the key, the task of turning to unlock the door would have been easy if Jeno hadn't kissed down and turned his attention to the back of her neck, his hands gripping either side of her waist. Jeno brought a hand to her stomach and pressed it against his torso as soon as she managed to turn around, the kisses on her neck continued and she had to bite her lip hard as felt Jeno's arousal build against her ass, her hands were shaking and that damn key didn't come in right away, Y/N almost kicked the door but before she did, managed to open it. Jeno pushed her into the dorm with his body still pressed against hers and closed the door as best he could while Y/N turned to look at him. Lips red and parted for the heavy breathing to pass, eyes blinking slowly as he reciprocated the exchange, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. Y/N felt her legs go weak again just watching him. He was the most handsome boy she'd ever seen and been close to, he didn't want to leave with anyone else but her. Jeno, the captain of the football team with the face so beautifully drawn and surreal, was there with her, the girl who swore not to get involved with anyone her freshman year at university. She didn't even believe in her own luck. Y/N put her hand on the back of Jeno's neck and pulled him to start a new kiss, sighing when before closing her eyes saw Jeno completely surrendered, this time the kiss was slower so they could taste each other and discover what they had missed before. Jeno's lips were as warm as his hands that cupped Y/N's face, the thumb slowly caressing her cheek. And she realized right there that could kiss him forever. But they both didn't just want that slow pace, so the kiss became more sensual and Y/N's hands went to his shoulder, feeling the jacket between her fingers, her head didn't have time to suppress the urge to start taking it off. Okay, that piece of cloth was insignificant at the moment and it was getting in the way. Y/N's bold hands tried to take off his jacket in a hurry and that made Jeno laugh against her lips, but that didn't make them pull away. In fact, as soon as Jeno's jacket was lying in some corner of the dorm he pulled her by the waist against his chest and she gasped in surprise at the collision, her hands gripping his shirt tightly as he sucked on her bottom lip and started walking forward. Y/N felt the back of her knee hit a hard surface and Jeno's body forced her to  lean back, as soon as felt her back hit the soft mattress, she broke the kiss and sucked in a breath with some difficulty. She opened her eyes the same second Jeno lowered his head to kiss her jaw, she reasoned a little better now and realized that Jeno was propped up on his elbows so his body weight wouldn't crush Y/N. However, had to bite her lip and one hand went to Jeno's bicep and the other between the strands of his hair when she heard the sound of his kisses on her skin, wet kisses that made her whole skin crawl. "How did you know this was my bed?" she asked, surprising herself with such a weak voice. Jeno laughed and Y/N felt the delicious breath hit her skin. "You have a moon lamp." said as he trailed kisses down to her neck. Y/N laughed, stroking his hair. It was too obvious. Pretty predictable. Jeno pulled back enough to look into her eyes. "You taste strawberry with vodka." he spoke, his husky voice sounding a lot sexier than Y/N had expected. And that had an effect on her body. Jeno smiled mischievously before kissing Y/N's neck again, she smiled but closed her eyes when felt him suck her skin a little more willingly. Oh okay, so he would retaliate for what she had done at the party. "Jeno." She whispered, without strength and felt him bite the place lightly, another shiver and she was already fully surrendered, completely at his mercy And then Jeno seemed to get impatient as much as she was starting to get, the jacket was making her back sweat and feeling trapped so she was grateful as Jeno knelt on the bed and pulled the jacket off, tossing it anywhere. "Are you sure?" Jeno asked, so subtly it didn't seem to belong in the moment. Y/N nodded and held the edge of the shirt he was wearing. "I want you, please." her eyes pleaded for Jeno and he smiled the way his eyes practically closed. Too cute for the moment, he didn't look like the same guy who was pressing his thigh against her. Y/N tried to pull the white shirt and Jeno helped, Y/N's fingers left the shirt and started to trail the exposed skin of Jeno, completely hypnotized. God, how wished she'd done that at the party. She ran her fingers gently through the well-defined six-packs, seeing Jeno's skin crawl and she smiled proudly. He was huge and she could only admire him as if he were a sculpture. When she looked up to his face, Jeno was looking at her differently. It wasn't cute anymore, it was carnal. Almost animal. She could practically feel his dark irises burning her face with such desire. Unable to control herself, Y/N placed her hands on Jeno's waist and approached to place a kiss beside his belly button. And another. And another. She started to kiss the exposed skin but suddenly that wasn't enough, not after hearing Jeno sigh. She needed to suck the skin the same way she did at the party, she didn't have a bottle of alcohol there but she didn't need it now because wanted to do it sober, or at least not so drunk as to forget. She wanted to engrave in her memory the texture, the taste, the noises that Jeno was trying to contain. She felt Jeno's hand grab her hair and pull her up, Y/N managed to kneel awkwardly and Jeno didn't make a show of taking Y/N's shirt off quickly, as soon as he passed it over her arm, he grabbed her by the waist and kissed her again. Y/N shivered again as Jeno's fingers trailed down her back and down to her breast, she expected him to grab it but he only teased her by keeping his fingers there in a too slow caress, causing her to throw her hip against his. Jeno broke the kiss and one hand went to Y/N's bra strap and pulled it back far enough to kiss the newly exposed skin, which made her throw her hips against Jeno's again. She needed more. She wanted more. Restless, she grabbed Jeno around the waist and kept their bodies together as she lay on the bed and pulled him along. Y/N took the opportunity to wrap her legs around Jeno's waist and the position made him perfectly fit where her fire was concentrated. And then, with their bodies so close together, everything went faster, neither of them seemed to want to play or tease anymore. Jeno took off Y/N's bra and paid due attention to her tits, with his hands and a few wet kisses that made her throw her head back and the first moan of the night to appear. He liked the reaction, smiling proudly against Y/N's skin but that was quickly interrupted when she rolled against his hip. Jeno was just as excited as she was, the erection against the wet spot in her groin was so hot. Creating the perfect friction, Y/N continued the movement while Jeno kept his face between her breasts, absorbing the heat and enjoying the sensation of feeling her rocking against his hips. Her moans were no longer restrained and Jeno gripped the skin of her waist tightly, the nails practically scratching her before deciding to take off his shoesand socks. He helped Y/N do the same and his fingers went to the button on her pants, he undid it in a hurry. "Shit." He cursed angrily and made Y/N laugh at his despair. However the sound of her laughter stopped when he managed to get her pants off, Y/N didn't know how he hadn't ripped the jeans as his eyes told her that was exactly what he wanted to do. She felt her whole body weaken even lying when Jeno's fingers found her wet spot over her panties firmly. She tried to grab something on the bed as he moved with precision and rolled her eyes in pleasure, calling his name as if it was her favorite song. Goosebumps, electric shocks, real lightning bolts shot through her as he touched her superficially. She was so wet she would have been shy if didn't have alcohol in her veins, but Jeno didn't allow her to feel ashamed, he wanted to make her comfortable and when he removed his fingers from her panties and brought it to his mouth, tasting everything he had collected, she was sure he would devour her right away. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her weak hands to Jeno's belt and took it off, a difficult task as she was shaking with anticipation, so he helped her. She took off his pants and Y/N waited for him to take the condom out of his pocket, lowered his underwear so he could properly protect himself and she just watched him biting her bottom lip. Her body was crying out for Jeno, she retracted inside just imagining what he would do when he was inside her. Jeno brought his fingers to Y/N's panties and in a single movement pulled them off, licking the corner of his mouth at the sight. She waited for Jeno to be on top, grabbing his back as he positioned himself, her breasts tingling as Jeno's torso found hers and he lifted one of her thighs to his waist, without delay entering Y/N right away. They both held their breaths and Jeno leaned his forehead against Y/N's that was biting her lip hard but even though she tried not to moan, he made the task difficult as he left and entered her again. Jeno started to move her very slowly, his hand gripping her thigh so tightly it would probably leave a mark the next morning, and Y/N grabbed the back of his head. Like the tongues when they first met, the bodies also discovered the same sensual and steady rhythm. Jeno with his face buried in Y/N's neck, his breath ragged against her skin once more, and Y/N gripping the short strands at the back of his neck as she felt completely filled. Between moans, sighs and the sound of their sexual dance, Y/N felt her inner muscles contract as the ecstasy built up to come stronger than she'd ever had. With her mouth open and a few more thrusts from Jeno, Y/N's heart beat faster and her apex hit her like lightning. He growled against her ear and she dragged her nails against his skin, feeling that he, too, was getting closer to his own pleasure. And when it came, he moaned so deliciously and let the weight fall on Y/N who already without strength just stroked his hair. Jeno came out of her and Y/N took a deep breath, watching him get out of bed and go to the bathroom. Y/N pulled back the covers and covered herself as a silly smile crept across her face and as much as tried to stop, she couldn't. She felt her cheeks burn as watched Jeno return to bed in his natural form. Irony of her being shy after sleeping with him? Yup. But apparently Jeno found that amusing as he lay down beside her, with his face turned to face her and covered himself too. They stared at each other serenely without saying anything. "That was…" she started to speak after a long time of silence. "Wow." he added, smiling. "Yeah." She smiled widely, feeling her eyelids grow heavy. Jeno came over, his arm wrapped around her waist under the covers, and placed a quick kiss on her lips. "Not to make things awkward, but you’re tasty." Y/N chuckled through her nose as his hand caressed her skin. "In any way." That was quite a compliment. "You know, because you're captain of the team I thought you would be rougher." she confessed and Jeno raised an eyebrow. "I might be next time." he assured and it made her speechless. Next time? Did he want to sleep with her again? Wasn't it just for one night? Jeno brought his face even closer to hers, their noses touching and the mischievous smile reappeared. "Even because I need to show you that you don't have to leave Earth to go to the stars."

[little-fairy-forest]

Co-parenting headcanons

Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki

Fluff, domestic, drama‐ish? not really

Bakugou

Great, just what Bakugou needed as he's trying to become number one – a child

Now personally he would've wanted to wait until he is atleast married or in a long term relationship with someone before even thinking about kids,, let alone have them in his early twenties

But it is what it is

Anyway, He either has a kid from a one night stand or in the ends of a relationship by accident. Either way he knows a kid won't keep a relationship together so he makes some boundaries and rules before the kid gets here.

He wants to make sure your financially ok to raise a child, even if you turn down his payments, he will always find a way to make sure your okay. For example he'll pay your rent for the next month before you can, he pays for your food of you go out somewhere, very subtle.

Communication is key– zero room for error and arguments here. He won't have his kid (s) being stuck in the middle of your problems due to bad communication

He likes to do things together when it's for your kids, he wants to be involved despite being a rising hero. Going places like to zoo, aquarium, movies, he wants an invite. But please tell him a bit before hand so he can book time off work,, poor thing has a tight schedule

He won't spoil your kids– well not overly

He sees no problem in the having the lastest gadgets and toys once their gonna be played with and taken care of. He doesn't waste money of silly shit

If something in your house is broken, he will fix it without a question. He writes it off as "a hazard for your kids" but really he just wants to help :(

Unfortunately, as the years go buy it doesn't get easier for Katsuki to refer to you as his ex, because in the back of his head he keeps track of howany years you could've been dating / married....

Will he ever chance his luck again? Maybe, if your still single when your youngest is graduating,, but if your in a relationship?

He'll hold off because your happy :)

Kirishima

Ah this poor boy

Last thing he wants is a split family, this guy always invasioned you both in a nice house with your kids loving life,, but unfortunately the circumstances have changed

I feel like it would also be a mutual thing that happened– definitely not from cheating or falling out of love.

This boy would happily drop everything for you and your kids, no matter the issue. Kid sick in school? Don't worry he's on his way, your car broke down? He is sending someone there now as he finishes up his shift.

No pettiness or harsh feeling on his side, but he will always have his heart strings pulled whenever the kids waved goodbye when it's your turn with them...have tears been shed? Absolutely– but their fatherly manly tears!!

Tries to make small traditions if your comfortable with it, e.g. bringing your kids out to eat on their birthday, "family photos" every few years, decorating the christmas tree (or whatever else your decorate in your religion/culture) ,little things that give them memories.

He hates when your kids ask questions referring as to why you don't live together. Even if its only a small clueless question like "can you tuck me into bed tonight?" Knowing you have the kids for the weekend...damn this guy will need a heart transplant before he's 40 at this rate.

Loves hearing about what the kids got up to at your house, if something new was added to the routine he will try and incorporate it into his, something like milkshakes on fridays or three lucky kisses before a big test.

Does he place red riot merch in your home? Pfft no– that was the kid! He swears...maybe

Does get a bit snoopy if your kids mention a new "friend" of yours, not in a bossy way like "you can't be in a happy relationship!!" 😡 , More of a "soo....who's the new friend?.." 😗👉🏻👈🏻

Will he ever chance a shot of love with you again? Depends, if your happy being single in a relationship, absolutely not because it's not manly to get in the way of your romance life,, but at the same time

You have his number *wink* *wink*

Todoroki

Oh no

The last thing this man would want is a broken family....like even if your on good terms it doesn't help his situation.

Now, he's an educated young man, so he knows about safe sex so "oopsie" babies from stangers won't happen. So I imagine you already had kids before you split up.

Will this man try everything for you not to leave? Absolutely, but if your reasons are justifiable in his eyes then sure, if it makes you happy

He will always be on time for pick up and drop off. Even to the minute to make sure the time is even and fair.

Always has your number incase you need to call him incase of emergencies. He would hate if you or your child got into an accident and he couldn't be there.

He wouldn't intentionally spoil your kids for attention...he just wants to be a good dad! But when you mention how your kids are always wanted to go over to Shouto's because he has the lastest video game and you can't afford it, he will buy your kids a copy for your house, no don't pay him back, he insists

His heart does flips and knots when its mothers / fathers day and he can't watch you with the kids enjoy your day. Seriously it's the little things that eats this boy up

Like how he can't lay next to you on christmas morning waiting for your kids to wake up to go open presents, how he can no longer hold you as you watch your kids play, how he–

This boy will forever be inlove with you and I refuse to believe otherwise. Shouto is the type of person to deeply fall for one person and one person only for life.. :/

Overall, Shouto would try his best to be the best co-parent he can be,, but also he won't stand for any pettiness on your end...don't even try it with this man

-> masterlist

General tags : @aomi04 @justheretoaskandread @rebekah-trader @veenxys

[huge-enthusiast]

Miraculous fic recomendations!!

This is just an excuse to show all my bookmarks? Yes. Yes, it is. I'm pretty sure most of this fics are really popular, but try see if you find something you didn't knew about!

All of the fics will be rated Teen and up audiences or lower. Also if I don't put the author's tumblr is because they didn't put it in the fic or/and I couldn't find it.

Pairing: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

knowing you by emsylcatac (they are not really the author of the fic but that's the account that says in the fic, the actual author doesn't have an account).

After dropping their transformations months ago, Marinette and Adrien see each other for the first time after being apart. They've both left too much unsaid and have to work to pick up the pieces of their confused hearts.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal but mostly ladynoir, light angst with happy ending.

the last day on earth by Reiaji

The first time Marinette sees Chat Blanc, she's fourteen years old. The second time, fifteen—the third time, seventeen.

The closer she grows to Adrien, the harder it is to save him.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal lovesquare, kinda heavy angst, hopeful ending.

tell me something i don't know by carpisuns (@carpisuns here on tumblr)

Do you think it still means something? To love someone, even if the universe said you had to?

The odds of having a soulmate are about negative one billion (or something like that). But somehow, like they always have, Marinette and Chat Noir find themselves together. They’re ready to finally tell each other everything, but it turns out that even soulmates have to keep secrets, and while their bond draws them together, duty forces them apart.

Chapters: currently 17/28 (WIPs can be exhausting but this one is 100% worth the wait!)

Mostly marichat but almost all of the lovesquare sides make an appearance, soulmates au, mostly fluff but it can get angsty if it wants to.

One Thing After Another by SKayLanphear

Marinette notices that, sometimes, Adrien acts a little out of the ordinary--like the time he stood in a cardboard box for no reason, or when he actually hissed at Nino. It's only when she starts to notice the similarities between Adrien and a certain feline that she begins to get suspicious.

Basically, Adrien acts like a cat when he probably shouldn't.

Chapters: 15/15

Mostly adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, miraculous side effects (by both sides wich is really cool!), it's fluff with a lil tiny angst for drama.

This would take some getting used to by Codango (@codango here on tumblr!)

Adrien peeked out from behind the chimney even as the magic of his own Chat Noir mask fell away.

She was still visible, her dark hair bobbing under the street lamps a couple blocks away.

“Marinette.”

Adrien blew out a confused breath. His fiery Ladybug… was the quiet little mouse who sat behind him in class?

“What. The.”

This… would take some getting used to.

Chapters: 8/8

Adrienette with one sided reveal by Adrien's part, awkward flirting, just fluff, nothing to worry about.

comfort food also by Reiaji!

In Marinette's house, cooking is a language of love, and Marinette loves Adrien more than most.

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette with a little of ladynoir, super super fluff, a lot of insight into Marinette's chinese heritage.

The right side of his face by walkingonthestars (@hamsternamedmarinette here on tumblr!)

Marinette and Adrien are able to remain in their new seats in the back of the room at the end of Chameleon.

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette, fluff with light angst.

it's a long way forward so trust in me by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk here on tumblr!)

“You’re not the only strong one around here, Chat,” Marinette said. She looked a little winded, but she wasn’t struggling to hold him up.

This close up, he could see the freckles on the bridge of her nose. He could see how that smug smile lit up her eyes. He could feel the strain of her arms—and wow, okay, he really wasn’t the only person around here with muscles.

Six times Marinette carried Adrien (plus one time he carried her).

Chapters: 1/1

All the sides of the lovesquare! Fluff with LOTS of mutual pining.

a fight that you were born to lose also by aloneintherain

When the prosecution starts throwing around the word victim in reference to Adrien, he has to stuff his hands under his thighs to keep himself from bolting out of the courtroom.

Adrien had felt unsafe during those last few weeks, but, until he had woken up and seen Father silhouetted in his bedroom doorway, that had only been paranoia. Father was controlling and cold, but he wasn’t hateful. Adrien was isolated. He was often hungry. And some weeks ago, when he had snuck out to visit Nino, sitting thigh-to-thigh on his bed while Adrien cried in that silent, crumbling way of his, he hadn’t argued when Nino put a hand on his shoulder and said, tentatively, That’s abuse.

But Adrien remembers being small and Father touching his hair after he’d aced another test; Father holding his scribbled drawings like they were something precious, and framing them around his office; Father, dressed as Hawkmoth, his eyes wild behind the mask, lashing his sword against Adrien’s baton; Father, collapsed against Mum, crying into her ashy hair.

Adrien finds out Gabriel is Hawkmoth, and Gabriel gets to bring his long-waited plan into action.

Chapters: 1/1

This one doesn't really focus in the ship that much as is an Adrien character study and an exploration of his relationship with his father, but they're still there so I put them here. Really heavy angst (this is one of this fics that haunt me in the middle of the night) with a happy ending. ❗TW: parental abuse, eating disorders❗

Supercut by LNC

Marinette loves her friends and Adrien can't deal.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal lovesquare, again light angst, an exploration of Adrien's insecurities, Marinette Dupain-Cheng deserves the world, happy ending.

Madame Snare by jettiebettie

“Sounds like a lot of work for nothing. She should take this as a sign to have a relaxing weekend with no responsibilities.”

“It's a lot of work she put her whole heart into. It wouldn't be right for it to go to waste,” Adrien whispers to him. The look on Marinette's face is enough to cause Adrien's own heart to ache. If anyone deserves the satisfaction and pride from a job well done, it's her.

“Too bad there isn't anyone else who can walk in those death traps,” Plagg says. Adrien hums in thought, tapping his chin.

“I could.”

Chapters: 1/1

Marichat, episode-based, Chat Noir in a dress!!!, light angst but it's mostly just idiots being idiots and a lot of fun.

in the same sun by peachcitt (@peachcitt here on tumblr!)

"It’s hard to believe that I saw you last at the peak of summer, when the sun was close and warm - and so were you. It should go without saying that I miss you. I miss you something terrible."

//

"It’s been seven months to the day since I’ve seen you. I wish you were here more than anything else."

Two letters, signed with initials instead of names, found in Paris, France.

Chapters: 1/1

Ladynoir, just angst, that's it, written like letters. No ending, just pain.

an uncurtain discovery by Missnoodles (@ladyofthenoodle here on tumblr!)

When he returns from school on Wednesday afternoon, Adrien discovers the darkness in his own home. He struggles to come to terms with it. To his utter mortification and delight, Ladybug is nearby to rescue him.

(He does not discover that his father is supervillain. That will happen on a different Wednesday.)

Chapters: 1/1

Ladrien, it says it's crack, and don't get me wrong, is super funny, but I also found it sad as fuck?

An Open Secret by Kasienda

Adrien whirled around toward Marinette. She smiled at him.

He couldn’t smile back. He stared at her like the dumb blond model that he was often accused of being.

Something shifted in her expression. And her warm open Marinette smile transformed into Ladybug’s grin. He was looking at Ladybug right now.

He knew Ladybug’s name!

Her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

And he couldn’t say anything! Not to Marinette! Not even to Plagg, who had confided two weeks prior that Master Fu was growing increasingly paranoid since the location of his home and hideout had been compromised. Their master had apparently decided that Chat Noir and Ladybug would have to give up their miraculouses if they ever discovered each other’s identities.

It wasn’t fair!

...

A fic where they both know, but can't openly talk about it.

Chapters: 4/4

Post-reveal... but is it? Mostly adrienette and ladynoir, fluff with light angst and them being absolute idiots at hiding their secret identity.

golden (like daylight) by okayanna (@anna-scribbles here on tumblr!)

Friendship, Adrien decided, shaking off the mental image of Marinette’s hurricane eyes and hesitant mouth, parted in a small, careful “o.” He had a very strong friendship with Marinette. That was all.

or

Adrien thinks a lot about words, love, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Chapters: 1 + epilogue

Adrienette but has lots of ladynoir, another Adrien character study because I hate myself, it tries to not be angst but the writing will punch you in the guts and make you cry, it's so good.

Strangers in the Bright Lights by poodles (@ladybeug here on tumblr!)

Adrien is about two drinks in when he sees a girl at the end of the bar wearing black cat ears. It's kind of weird, so he watches her, and although it's crowded he can see her face when she turns around. She’s wearing a Chat Noir mask. He takes a quick look around- nobody else is wearing a mask. Just her.

Adrien finishes his gin martini and heads over to her. He could use some company tonight anyways, he hasn’t told anyone he’s back in Paris and Nathalie won’t arrive in town for another month. And it’s been a rough day, okay? A rough move! He’s not sure he wants to be back yet, and he spent most of the day in the Agreste mansion sorting through some photographs of his father he found in the study. Maybe he wants a drink and some stranger to tell him he’s pretty! That’s not a crime, is it?

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette but it's also ladrien??? I think??? It's super super angsty but they're both drunk the entirety of the fic so it's also really funny.

Pick-Up and Chase by also SKayLanphear

After she accidentally trips into Adrien and apologizes about "falling for him," Marinette learns that he's no match for cheesy pick-up lines--whether they were unintended or not. And while she finds it flattering that he turns into a flustered mess with only a few words, Marinette comes to regret making him uncomfortable. That is, until she learns he's Chat Noir. At which point the phrase "just deserts" becomes a permanent fixture in her everyday plans.

A story in which Adrien is flustered, Marinette is smooth as glass at dropping lines, and Chat Noir gets the romance he was always asking for--even if he doesn't quite know how to handle it.

Chapters: 10/10

Adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, it doesn't say it in the tags but I'm pretty sure the characters are much older than they actually are in the show, so much fluff and so much flirting.

Pairing: Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe

Nino Has Done Nothing To Deserve This by GuardianKarenTerrier (@guardiankarenterrier here in tumblr)

It's nothing, really- just an innocent comment, a joke. But when they hear it, Nino and Alya come to a realisation.

There were, in retrospect, dozens upon dozens of hints. Now that they're suddenly aware of all their friend's flimsy excuses and rushed explanations, they're not only sure how they've missed it, they're not sure how anyone else has either. They realise that it had to be magic protecting their friends- and that same magic has ceased to work on the two of them.

Well, this means they'll just have to start watching over their friends themselves.

Chapters: 7/7

This is more a found family fic than anything else, Alya and Nino are the mom friend, has light angst but it's mostly identity shenanigans in the most bizarre way. ❗TW: eating disorders❗

christmas lights by demistories

Nino checks up and down the street, checking to make sure there’s no raging akuma headed his way before he crosses quickly and ducks inside the small café. He closes the door quickly before the icy air can blow inside and tugs his beanie down over his ears. He spots Alya sitting alone in the corner.

Chapters: 1/1

Just fluff!! Really short but really sweet.

hold on, i still want you also by Missnoodles!

Written for the @thedjwifizine ! Wich I also recommend if you wanna binge a lot of djwifi fics while also looking at amazing art!!!

Five times Alya ran into her ex, and the one time he stopped being her ex.

Chapters: 1/1

Light angst with a happy ending! I don't really like the ex-lovers to lovers trope but this one is the only exception.

I will continue to expand the list in the future! But by now I hope I was helpful in the search of new fics!