#I’ve been working both my jobs because I was nervous to quit

[ashetheshade]

You know I really did feel like the Joker when I just left. It’s silly that that’s the first comparison I made, but I really felt like I was letting loose.

What a simple thing, “No”, and yet it feels exactly like the subway scene.

[explicit-tae]

ik it would be very out of character but i’d LOVE to see ungodly hour’s jk react to oc admitting she likes (or loves 🫣) him!! knowing him he’d cry

thank you for your amazing work !!!! ly<3

honestly let me just write about it

Ungodly Hour

Word Count: 3.413

Warning: dirty talking, oral sex (f), alcohol intake, intoxicated/unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, overstimulation, riding, love confessions,

“Okay,” Jungkook enters the living room hastily as you arrive, a gift bag in your hand. “I finally finished it.”

“You know you didn’t have to make me wait until you were done.” you tell Jungkook as you sit on the couch. “I’ve had the gift for weeks now.”

“We couldn’t exchange gifts until mine was complete.” Jungkook says.

Jungkook had insisted on waiting to exchange gifts. You knew he was making you something - he kept it hidden in an extra bedroom that he locked to assure you didn’t peek. He also refused to look at whatever gift you got him and prompted that you take it out the house so he himself would be tempted. 

“Well,” you hold out the gift bag - it’s medium sized and a sparkly blue. “Merry Christmas.”

Jungkook notes that you’re nervous as he takes the bag and he isn’t sure why. He would be happy with whatever you gave him - even if he was surprised initially that you told him you got him a gift. He would often think about what it was.

Jungkook opens the gift bag and takes out the rectangular box. He sees the bottom first - it’s a solid yellow color. He flips it around to inspect it, the rest of the sides being black. His eyes capture the name on the top of the box. His eyes widened. 

“Y/N…?”

Now Jungkook understands why you’re nervous. His eyes flicker to you in disbelief. “This camera is expensive!” he gasps. “How did you know-”

“I saw it on your wishlist.” you say, licking your lips. “When you let me borrow your laptop, you left a few tabs open.”

You weren’t going to admit that you were snooping for answers. Jungkook seemingly had everything there was to get and buying a gift for him was becoming difficult. 

Jungkook opens the box gently, his eyes softening at the camera. “You must’ve spent a lot on it…” he says, trailing off. He knows the exact price and knowing that you spent thousands on a gift for him pulls at his heart strings. “Thank you.”

You give Jungkook a smile. “I can finally quit my job now that I’ve spent a few checks on a gift.” you say, joking with Jungkook to lighten the mood. 

“You can!” Jungkook smiles back with a nod.

“Just kidding.” you sing-song. “Don’t be so gullible.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and snorts. He places the camera beside him. “Always teasing me with a good time.” he murmurs. “Now for yours.”

Jungkook had wrapped the canvas neatly. It’s a decent size, you noticed, maybe 11 inches all around. Your heart is beating with anticipation as you unwrap it.

Jungkook awaits your reaction, his own nerves hiking. “Do you…like it?” he murmurs. You haven’t said anything and instead have been analyzing the painting silently, expression unreadable.

The painting is full of life, emotion. The scenery is what you initially noted, a mountain of flowers that seemingly went on for miles by the way Jungkook had painted it. The flowers are colorful, different shades of yellow, orange and pink. The sky holds bright gray clouds, covering the sun that appears to be setting. What captures your attention fully are the hands. Both pairs of hands are connected by the pinky with one wrist sporting a gold watch and the other a bracelet while the arms are painted to appear out of the canvas frame.

“This is us.” you say aloud, glancing up at Jungkook. It was a picture you and he had taken a few weeks back. You recall telling Jungkook that it was one of your favorite pictures of the two of you together that didn’t showcase faces. 

Jungkook nods. “It is.” he agrees. “You said it was your favorite picture so I painted it.”

Your throat tightens at his words.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook, you think, because this was entirely too much for you to handle. Your mother didn’t raise a weak woman who felt like she was seconds away from crying tears because of how happy she felt.

You blame it on your period that must be nearing - even if you never cry on your period. 

“Thank you.” you murmur to Jungkook, glancing away shyly to avoid his gaze. “I love it.” you say sincerely, and the admission causes Jungkook to smile.

“You’re d-drunk.” Jungkook snorted before full on laughing as you stumbled through his bedroom door.

“Fuck you.” you retort, plopping yourself down onto Jungkook’s large bed. “So are you.” you slur back.

Jungkook doesn’t deny it.

This is what happens when you drink with friends - more importantly, Jimin. It was nothing new, Jimin always insisted on going into the new year buzzed - this time, they all just went a little overboard. Luckily, Jungkook had agreed for the party to be at his apartment so he could just walk down the hall to his bedroom.

Of course, Jungkook would soon come to regret it because that meant that he would have to clean the mess they made in the morning - but you were with him, so that was a plus.

“Not as drunk as you.” Jungkook closes the door behind him, along with the loud music and laughter of everyone just down the hall in his living room. “Told you to not challenge Jimin.”

“Fuck Jimin…” you murmur to yourself, more so because Jungkook was right.

However, you wouldn’t say you challenged Jimin - he was the one who came to you with a whole cup of alcohol declaring that you were, in his words, too much of a coward to drink.

It was a complete set up, Jungkook knows this, but the only thing he could do was assure you had water and a lot of greasy food ready for when you were going to need it - and luckily he was there to do so. You’re sure you would’ve been passed out long ago.

Jungkook squints his eyes at you, an attempt to get a look at your lying figure. You and he had matched tonight - an idea that was yours. You wore a long sleeved-black dress with a deep v cut that stopped mid thigh while he wore a compressed black shirt (by your request ) and ripped jeans. 

“Do you need to throw up?” Jungkook asks, stumbling  closer to you when he hears a low moan-like whine. “I told you not to drink so-“

“Shut up,” you sit up and look directly at Jungkook. “Can I sit on your face?” 

Jungkook stops in his tracks, his doe eyes widening slightly. Yes is what he wants to say - he loves the act of pleasuring you. However, he’s unsure if he should be doing anything with you in your intoxicated state. 

“You’re drunk-“

“We’re drunk.” you correct, eyes narrowing at him - and also focusing on him all of the same because the room was still spinning. 

“True.” Jungkook murmurs to himself, trailing off. “Still, I don’t want to take advantage-“

“Save the theatrics, Kookie.” you’re already tugging your underwear off, the lacy material falling right by his bed. “Unless you…”

You don’t finish your sentence and Jungkook titls hisnhead. “What?”

“…unless you suddenly don’t like me anymore.” you whisper, and slowly, your eyes widen as if you had figured out the biggest secret. No other world conspiracy was important - not the Bermuda triangle, not whoever the fuck Jack the Ripper is or whether if Atlantis was ever real. No, not even your favorite cold cases could be as important as this new revelation of Jeon Jungkook not liking you anymore. 

“Now you’re extremely drunk .” Jungkook cackles. “Of course I like you!”

It brings Jungkookk back to when you were convincing him that you liked him, now it was the other way around. His heart swells with your drunken ramblings and overall cute appearance. 

“You don’t.” You cross your arms over your chest. “You refuse to have me sit on your face.” you say, and Jungkook realizes that he truly spoils you like everyone claims he does - you never got told no to mainly anything. 

“So who gets to sit on your face?” you ask with narrow eyes. “I bet-“

“Don’t say that girl's name.” Jungkook cuts you off before you can get started. “You know you’re my girl, Y/N.”

“So you hate me.” you deadpan, saying the words matter-of -factly. “All of a sudden you aren’t obsessed-“

“I am!” Jungkook interrupts, raising his voice. He couldn’t believe that this was a conversation that needed to be had and if he remembered this sober, it’s something he was definitely going to tease you about. 

“Hm.” you uncross your arms and stand to your feet. “I'm going to go party with Jimin.” 

Jungkook steps in front of you. “You aren’t wearing any underwear.” he states. “That and you’re already had enough to drink-“

“If you aren’t going to fuck me,” you wave your hand in his face to stop his speech. “then I’m going to go out there and drink with Jimin.”

If Jimin knew that he was the person that would be used against him it would cause ultimate chaos in the groupchat and in his friend group. 

Jungkook licks his lips. He doesn’t have time to entertain his and your friends any longer. He can only imagine how it would look if he chased after you because you wanted to be drunk and petty. The room is already spinning for him as it is for you and he knows that it wouldn’t be a good idea. 

“You’re such a bitch…” Jungkook murmurs, tone low. It’s a tone that you’re all too familiar with - and you know that you had Jungkook where you wanted him. “Get on the bed.”

You do as you’re told, laying on Jungkook’s bed and open your legs, dress hiking up entirely. 

Jungkook drops to his knees and hooks his hands beneath your thighs. You yelp when he snatches you closer to him. His lips place themselves onto your inner thigh and he presses a kiss. “I spoil you too much.”

Jungkook kisses closer and closer to your heat and he does so to tease you. “You looked so good tonight.” He couldn’t help but cave, wanting to give you whatever you wanted of him. 

Fingernails dig into your skin as Jungkook speaks against your skin. 

“You did, too.” you hitch your breath when you feel Jungkook's lips directly against your clit. 

Jungkook kisses it gently. “Thank you, baby. So needy.”

Your back arches when you feel it, wet tongue sliding directly up your clit. He dips it between your folds, holding you directly still so he can pleasure you like you desperately wanted him to. 

Eyes flickering up, Jungkook grunts. So beautiful, he always thinks of you. You couldn’t help but grow spoiled because he never told you no for anything. However, it wasn’t something he could help - you don’t ask for much to begin with.

The room continues to spin, but you no longer care. Your body erupts with arousal and it clouds your being entirely. You should’ve never drunk as much as you did, but there was no taking back the past. Besides, you cannot remember being filled with lust when you would drink prior - you’re unsure why you appear so insatiable.

“Feels so good, Kookie.” you moan, hips buckling against the rhythm of his tongue. The top half of the dress constricts your body entirely and you cannot wait until you can get out of it. “So, so good.”

Jungkook's eyes are as dark as can be and he’s positive he is a man starved right now. The alcohol runs through his system and causes his movement to be sloppy, but capable. His tongue completely savors your arousal, suckling on your clit to dipping between your folds and now, plunging it inside of you entirely.

“You must want me to fuck you.” Jungkook disclosed. “Your pussy’s clenching around nothing.”

How correct Jungkook was and you’re far from sober, so there was no snarky remark for you to retort with. You were beyond your regular self - you weren’t going to deny anything because you truly, desperately wanted Jungkook.

Your sober self would surely be screaming at you when your intoxication wore off.

Jungkook would lean back a bit every few minutes, his lips and chin fully coated in you. His tongue would still be flicking against your swollen clit and he’s truly doing this as an act to tease you further. He likes when your breath - that you’d be holding - would release when he gave you a bit of a teasing break, all before he devoured you once more.

“Kookie,” you moan Jungkook’s name so lovingly - it’s hard not to want to be between your legs for hours. His hand is bruising the skin of your thigh to hold you against his tongue. “wanna cum.”

Jungkook’s eyes stare into yours, a silent telepathic moment that tells you that he wasn’t stopping you from cumming. But he is also not a fool when it comes to you or your body and soon, you feel your pussy - so greedy to be stuffed and full - stretched out with his fingers.

Jungkook loves your whimpering and moaning - more so when you don’t hide them from his ears. There’s a party right outside his door where people are all huddling to celebrate the new year, and here the two of you were forgetting about them entirely. 

Jungkook plunges his fingers deep inside of you. He hits the familiar sweet spot he knows so well, your thighs quivering in the process. His tongue licks circles around your clit, fingerings thrusting rhythmically. Your moans bounces off the walls and louder than the muffled music in the background.

Jungkook doesn’t mind when your hands grip his hair tightly because he just knows that you’re going through it - and he has no intention of stopping until you’re cumming on his tongue. It’s close, he notes, the way your walls are clenching around his fingers greedily and your cries grow louder and louder in contrast to the way your fingers grips into his hair.

Jungkook allows you to ride against your own high, laying his tongue flat against your clit and allowing you to grind against his tongue, fingers plunging deep inside of you. Your high comes hard, body twitching and Jungkook allows it all to happen, determined to make sure you are satisfied completely before he stops.

You feel dizzy when your high slowly comes down, your forehead lined with sweat and your body completely flushed. Your body molds itself against Jungkook’s soft sheets, your breathing slowing down.

“Where are you going…?” you ask Jungkook when you no longer feel his presence before you. Your eyes flutter open. 

“Nowhere.” Jungkook responds sincerely. “We should get you out of this dress for bed-”

“Bed?” your senses peak and you jolt upright, eyes narrowed once more. “I want to ride you first.”

Jungkook snorts and stumbles back a bit at your sudden action. “You’ve already came so hard, baby. Are you sure-”

You aren’t listening to Jungkook in the slightest. You’re tugging the dress off of you entirely and getting naked right before his eyes. 

Jungkook is but a man and there isn’t much convincing he needs - especially not when you’re tugging him towards you needily. You connect your lips to his while pushing him against the bed. Jungkook loves how needy you are - how much you express that you want him. Of course, he knows that you do any other time - but this time it’s different; getting to witness just how much you want him is a feeling he never knew he craved.

Your fingernails dig into Jungkook’s clothed shoulders as you slowly feel him inside of you. You push him backwards so that he’s laying on the bed, your hips rising and falling.

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans, hands firmly on your hips. You’re going so fast, fully determined to cum once more - and Jungkook couldn’t be upset. Your face displays just how good you felt in this moment. “your pussy feels so good, baby.”

Your pussy clenches around Jungkook as if responding to his words. By the time the pair of you were done, you were going to be bruised entirely with Jungkook’s hand marks. 

Jungkook finds it hard to look at you - not when you looked so completely fucked out and beautiful. He’s unsure where your stamina appeared - maybe you were just that fucked out and drunk; that you didn’t care that you were overstimulating yourself (and him). 

Jungkook clenches his eyes shut to get the image of you out of his head, but all it does is follow him in his thoughts. Your naked figure using him to pleasure yourself, your bouncing breast to your creaming pussy dripping all over him and making a complete mess.

Jungkook is so hot - so beautiful himself. He’s hissing to himself with clenched eyes, experiencing pure bliss just as you were. His forehead is covered in sweat and a few strands of hair are sticking to it. 

Jungkook feels a hand upon his cheek and his eyes open. They're so dark and full of lust - similar to your own. Your eyes connect to his and Jungkook swallows, adam’s apple bobbing.

“Drunk Y/N is so needy.” Jungkook jokes, voice deep and raspy. “Drunk actions are sober intentions.”

Jungkook begins to thrust upwards, matching your rhythm. His thrusts are brutal, fully determined to satiate your hunger for him. His eyes never leave yours, the pair of you stuck in an intimate, lust-filled moment.

“I-I’m gonna cum again!” you mewl, breaking eye-contact first to shut them tight. The familiar sensation bubbles into you again and Jungkook only fucks into you harder, pounding with all his might; how the both of you could be drunk and full of stamina is beyond him.

Your walls are squeezing around Jungkook and within seconds, your juices squirt around Jungkook entirely, fully coating his abdomen. “I-I-” Your body is twitching, your head pushed back when Jungkook hears your words. “I love you.”

Jungkook is still for a moment, completely silent. He’s contemplating if he heard you correctly and before he can speak, you repeat yourself. “I love you.” it’s low and a bit slurred, but Jungkook hears it entirely.

“You’re drunk.” Jungkook laughs it off, cheeks flushed and heart beating out his chest. He doesn’t want to call you a liar - you wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true. However, you’re drunk and maybe you meant to say you loved the way he was fucking you -

“Shut up,” you say, walls tightening on Jungkook’s cock. “I do love you.”

You yelp when you feel your back hit the soft mattress, all without Jungkook removing himself from inside of you. The room continues to spin for you two, but neither of you could bring yourselves to care. 

“You’re going to forget you said that.” Jungkook begins to thrust, holding you close in his embrace. “Gonna deny it until the end of time.”

“I love you.” you repeat and Jungkook’s pounding only increases. Skin slapping echoes off the wall and the two of you are so entranced in the moment that neither of you notice the music dying down outside the room. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” Jungkook whimpers with a shake of his head. His thoughts are consumed by your words - the love confession. 

Jungkook could never get tired of hearing it and at this moment, you don’t get tired of saying it. You repeat it over and over again as Jungkook continues to fuck inside of you. You’re creaming his cock, a white ring forming around the shaft and Jungkook couldn’t get enough of you.

I love you.

I love you.

You love him, Jungkook’s thrilled at the revelation. His head drops back as his body tenses up, his thrust becoming sloppy. “Say it again, baby.” he pleads with a choked whimper. He needed to hear you say it again, as selfish as it was - he’s unsure how long it’d be before he could hear it again.

“Fuck,” your pussy is seeping with arousal and staining his sheets, your clit swollen and pulsing. “I love you, Kookie.”“Oh, shit…I love you, too, baby.” Jungkook continues to stretch your pussy completely until he’s shooting hot cum directly inside of you, a hand directly on your stomach as he does so. He’s panting, the both of you covered in sweat and bodily fluids.

[justmeinadaze]

Inescapable Part 3 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Two things! No one wrangled me so I did add said cliffhanger AND the results of a pervious poll told me you wanted a mix of good and toxic steddie so you will be getting some toxic behaviors in this one.

ENJOY!

Warnings: Older (Early 30s) Prisoner Steddie (Daddy Steve and Sir Eddie) & Young (Early 20s) Fem Sub college student Y/N, SMUT, LOTS of dirty talk, public smut (in the visitation room), FLUFF, they love her and she loves them.

ANGST, ANGST, ANGST! *dances with a banner that reads angst*

Per previous chapter boys find out reader is pregnant, they do not react well (some might say toxically), insinuate Y/N is a promiscuous and get jealous, Y/N fires back verbally to hurt them, we do sit in on their appeal hearing and people within Hawkins speak on their behalf and against them.

Y/N does get sick while visiting and faints (brief). Talks about missing them and wishing they were with her. CLIFFHANGER ENDING! Oh there will be so much angst in Part 4. I know it. *rubs hands together evilly*.

Word Count: 5930

Previous Parts Here/ Donate :)

Nov 3, 1997

“You look so much better…lighter…happier.”, you softly smile their way. 

As soon as Eddie and Steve entered the room, you noticed the difference in their demeanors immediately. Oddly enough, they seemed gentler as well especially when their palms reached out to grab each one of your hands. 

“It may have been only one night but it’s one we’re going to hang on to.”, the metalhead whispers as his thumb caresses your skin. 

“I’m so sorry for hurting you. I had no idea about the picture and—”

“Hey, hey. It’s ok, honey. We’re sorry for being so jealous. Like Eddie said, it’s hard being in here and imagining the worst, you know? Especially when we didn’t hear from you.”

“I did quit my job at the bar so I’m going to look for something on campus. That will help with that exhaustion.”

“Did, um, did we…we didn’t hurt you or anything right?”, Steve asks cautiously as his eyes take you in.

Your smile widens as your palm reaches for his cheek to guide his lips to yours. It was a tender kiss that held so much promise and hope that he desperately craved. You were the light at the end of this long tunnel for them and when his beautiful irises meet yours, he knew you felt it to. 

“No, you didn’t hurt me, Daddy. And neither did you, Sir.”, you beam as you shift your posture to face him. 

As soon as your head turns, his hands capture your face and his mouth crashes to yours. When he pulls away, you both pant as his forehead rests against your own. 

“We hated leaving you that morning.”, he murmured. “We genuinely considered leaving with you because the idea of leaving you alone out there… I’ve never felt this way about anyone, sweetheart.”

“Me neither.”, Steve added as he tilts down to rest his head on your shoulder. 

“I’ve never done anything like that or this.”, you exhale heavily. “I’ve never done the…dominate/submissive thing.”

Eddie’s thumb runs along your bottom lip and they pucker to kiss the pad.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Fuck, princess, you drive us crazy.”, he teases as he kisses you again and leans back.

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January 5th, 1998

“Are you two alright? You sound lethargic.”

“Oooo listen to our little lawyer, Stevie, breakin’ out the big words.”, Eddie chuckles as he sighs. “Naw, baby. We’re just a bit nervous. We have our appeal coming up and this one they’re doing together so…a lot of chaos at once.”

“I can’t imagine how hard that must be. I know some of your friends try to come down and say something in your defense.”, you pause as you exhale, debating if you should say what’s on your mind. “Since I’m doing my project on you and have worked with you two…I could come…on your behalf—”

“NO!”, Steve booms making you and some of the convicts around him jump. His panicked eyes briefly meet his friend’s whose widen as if to say to be calm. “I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to…snap. It’s just…you don’t want to be there. It’s really boring and just some standard stuff.”

“Ok. It’s not a big deal. I just wanted to help.”

“I know, sweetheart. We know. Trying to be our good girl right?”

“Always.”

“Pfft, liar.”, Eddie teases making you giggle. “What about you, Y/N? You sound kind of lethargic to.”

“I’m ok. I miss you guys so much especially since I haven’t been feeling well. I just want you to hold me.”

“Oh, baby girl. I know. Listen, why don’t you get some sleep, dream of us, and we’ll see you this weekend, yeah?”, Steve coos giving you a warm fuzzy feeling as you nuzzle into your pillow. 

***

January 10th, 1998,

“You should have stayed home and in bed.”, Eddie scolds as he pets your head. “Fuck, Steve, she’s really clammy.”

“I’m fine, you dorks. It’s just stress with everything going on and with the new semester starting—”

“If it’s stress, maybe, you should take a break this semester.”

“I can’t do that, Steve.”

“Why?”

At his question, your nose scrunches in disgust as you turn away from him but he promptly grabs your cheeks forcing you to face them. You were nowhere near in the mood for this. You hadn’t been able to keep anything down the past couple of days but you wanted to see them. You hoped this visit would be simple but nothing ever was with these two. 

“Answer me.”

“Because.”, you sass making them huff.

“I know you’re not feeling well but that doesn’t give you the right to be fucking a brat. Now answer our question or this visit is over.”, the metalhead growls from behind you. 

“This I guess it’s fucking over.”, you spat as you shakily got up and began to walk out of the semi-private visitation room you three had been sitting in before pausing as the tears fell. After rising to their feet, Steve gently brushed your hair away from your face. “You said you wouldn’t leave with me…because I deserved to be…a lawyer.”, you whispered. “The faster I finish…maybe then…”

“Sweetheart—“, Eddie had begun to murmur softly before being cut off by your eyes slowly fluttering. “Y/N. Hey. Look at me, baby!”

The world around you went black as you vaguely heard them shouting in the distance for help.

***

“There she is. Up you get, sweetie.”, a nurse comforted as she slowly pulled you into a sitting position. “Are you alright? Got a bit swept off your feet there.”

“What happened?”

“Have you been to doctor recently?”

“Um, no. I haven’t been kind of sick but I thought it might be stress.”, you groaned as you took a sip of the juice she gave you in a cup. “Is it something more?”

“Um, we only have some of the basics here in the hospital ward but from all the tests we did, you don’t have the flu or anything. Your blood sugar was a bit low which I assume you probably haven’t been eating much?” She purses her lips when you nod. “The only thing we didn’t test for is…could there be a chance that you’re pregnant?”

You blink at her as if she just spoke a foreign language. 

“No. There’s no way. I mean…no. No?”

“Hm. Alright, well, I would still go to primary just to make sure you’re alright.”

“O-O-Okay, thank you, ma’am.”

Numbly, you gather your things and head to the door of the little room they had taken you to within the hospital section of the prison. As soon as your shoes hit the waiting area, Eddie and Steve scurry to their feet to cup your face in their hands. 

“Are you alright? What did she say? You scared us half to death.”

“I’m…I’m fine. S-She said it was just stress and that I need a break.”, you lied.

“Fuck, honey. See? We aren’t just saying that stuff to pester you. You need to be healthy. OOF!”, Steve grunted when you tackled your arms around his waist and began to sob. 

Eddie circled his arms around you both and gently kissed the back of your head. 

“Baby”, he whispers closer to your ear. “Everything’s ok. Don’t push yourself because of us. We told you that night… we need to do this right.”

“Munson. Harrington. Time to go back.”, a guard commanded forcefully causing them both to hold you tighter. “Come on, boys.”

“Can we have one more goddamn minute!?”, Steve shouted in a tone you had never heard from him before. 

“You have thirty fucking seconds.”

At the man’s low growl, you lightly push away from them and his thumbs hastily wipe away your tears. 

“Eddie’s right. Everything’s going to be ok.”

As the guard grabs Steve’s bicep, he leans down to give you a quick kiss before the metalhead does the same, their eyes remaining locked on you as they are yanked out the door. 

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February 7th, 1998

“Hello.”, you whimper as you answer the phone from your spot on your bedroom floor. If you weren’t there nowadays, you were curled up in bed either sobbing or trying to calm your nauseas tummy.

“Y/N.”

Eddie’s stern, hard tone had your lip tremble as you tried to control the urge to cry with them on the line.

“Is Steve here to?” The man himself responded with a gruff hm and you pictured them both leaning against the wall by the phones with their angry eyes glaring out the window nearby. “Did…did you get my letter?”

“Yeah, we got your letter.”

“What, um, what do you…think?”

“I think you should get rid of that innocent little girl routine for starters.”, the metalhead scolded, startling you slightly. “The three of us know you’re not some sweet church girl. Not with you working at that bar and then your guy tutor—”

“Add in fucking Derek.”, Steve growled. 

“What the fuck are you two implying?”

“You also fucked someone else a week before we did.”

“Come on, Edward. Don’t fucking sugar coat it. Like you said, I’m not an innocent little girl. Say what’s on your fucking mind.”

“How do we know that baby is ours?”

Both men listened to you chuckle before your heavy breaths filled the receiver as you started to cry again. Even though they knew they were being assholes, the sound was killing them. 

“So much for that apology huh?”, you seethed as you wiped your eyes with your sleeve. “About how you trusted me and you didn’t mean to get jealous, you fucking dicks. I never even flirted with anyone at my job and found a different tutor because I knew he made you uncomfortable. I haven’t fucking spoken to Derek in over a year and I sacrificed my relationship with him to be with you two!”

“And the lucky candidate you put on display for us?”

“Well, Steven, I called him after my doctor’s appointment and guess what? We used a condom so congratulations, Eddie.”

“You didn’t say anything that night.”

“Oh, I see. This is all my fault?”

“You should have told us you weren’t on birth control. It’s not like we can bring condoms from fucking prison.”

“But you can stop to buy those fucking masks and wherever you got that fucking camera!!”, you screamed, taking a breath as you tried to calm down. “I was just happy that you two were there. I couldn’t believe I was finally getting to be with you and hold you. I didn’t think…”

“No…you didn’t.”

“But neither did we.”, Eddie grumbled.

“What happens now?”

“What do you expect us to do, Y/N? We can’t be fathers from fucking prison.”

“Your father was.”, you sass, feeling the sudden shift of energy through the phone after your comment. 

“No, little girl, he wasn’t. Time to go back and go over your fucking research on us. I was left with my uncle because my dad chose to boost a car over raising me.”

“Maybe I DO need to go through my project again because after everything you both told me and how you were I believed you were innocent. Now…it’s like I’m talking to completely different men.”

“Come on, honey. Don’t sugar coat it. Say what’s on your fucking mind.”, Steve mocked making you fume.

“Maybe you both did murder those people!”

You regretted it as soon as the words left your mouth but you were in so much pain with everything they were saying that you wanted to hurt them to and you knew finally having someone believe them meant the world. 

“HEY! KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF OVER THERE!”, Steve bellowed to someone further away.

“Or what, Harrington?!”

The sound of the phone falling echoed loudly as you listened to him respond angerly before shouting and cheering from the other inmates could be heard. 

The other phone hit the ground with a crack and the crowd suddenly boomed with chants of their names and another inmate’s. The last thing you heard were guards screaming as they tried to break up what you assumed was a fight as the line was abruptly cut off. 

***

February 10th, 1998

You knew shouldn’t be here in the courtroom but you had been numb for the last couple of days. They told you that you wouldn’t want to go to their appeal but you needed to. You needed to hear what people around them had to say when it came to them from the people that knew them especially with them in the room.

A part of you silently hoped that this particular appeal would go well so maybe you’d have a chance of a happy life together while another part of you also wanted to disobey. 

They didn’t want you there but they had just cut your heart into pieces so you wanted to do anything to make them angry. 

Sitting in the back with your recorder they bought you for Christmas, you kept your hood up to cover your face but it wasn’t enough. As soon as the guard brought both men in they spotted you immediately as their bruised faces ran through every emotion before landing on stoic. 

Steve’s eye was swollen shut from where he must have gotten punched repeatedly but Eddie most likely intervened because while having a few scratches as well, he had more damage on his knuckles than anywhere else. 

As the appeal began, it was all the normal stuff you had learned about in school with their own lawyer advising the judge of their clean record since being incarcerated and all the good they had been trying to do while behind bars. 

Wayne spoke first on their behalf like he always did mentioning that his nephew was a “good boy” who “wasn’t capable of a crime as horrendous as this.” He hadn’t known Steve before the murders but insisted that he has been nothing but kind and “has a good heart.”

Dustin Henderson had appeared at appeals whenever he could talking about how both men were like fathers to him and all the good they had done while in school together. 

A surprise appearance startled even Steve when Nancy Wheeler, now Byers, was called to speak her peace. 

“Steve Harrington and I dated while we were in high school together for about 2 years. While starting out as the typical popular guy, I watched him grow into the strong man he became. He took care of everyone especially the younger kids like my brother and because of him I believe that’s why they are all amazing adults to this day. Steve knew Barb…Barbara… was my best friend and was always kind when it came to her and even her family after her disappearance.

My husband and I proved that Hawkins Lab was responsible for her death but they and the court has chosen to ignore it.”, she growled making Steve smirk slightly at her confidence. “He didn’t kill her and they both did NOT hurt the other victims in this case.”

As she turned to leave the podium, Nancy locked eyes with her ex and he nodded his head her way as if to say thank you before she gave him a small nod in return.

Maxine Mayfield Sinclair was carefully guided to the area next with her husband keeping a guiding hand on her lower back as she limped her way forward. While doing your research, her side made the least sense to you from a logic standpoint. She insisted to this day neither boy hurt her and like Dustin spoke of Steve like family. But when she spoke about how she was injured that day something felt off. 

She always maintained the fact that Jason Carver was the one who hurt her which Lucas Sinclair corroborated with his own account and injuries but if that were the case then why was she hurt in the same manner as the other victims? That would imply that Jason was the murderer and their lawyer did try and create reasonable doubt for the jury by insinuating the same but his family squashed that notion very quickly and it didn’t help that while she insisted Eddie was the one who saved her, he stated he couldn’t remember fighting him off just waking up in the hospital. 

Hawkins had an odd history and your family like so many others believed the town was cursed. Many things stood out as odd especially after doing research into Hawkins Lab yourself. You thought about asking them for more details while pointing out some of things that didn’t make sense but you never wanted to make them uncomfortable. Both boys told you about their nightmares in their letters and you saw the fear of things they had experienced behind the tough front they tried to put up for you.

As Max spoke, their eyes remained downcast and you knew why. Steve told you that he blamed himself for her being hurt saying he “didn’t do enough”. Eddie didn’t know her well but he knew Lucas and hated seeing the boy’s pain every time his wife winced or struggled at old but still sore wounds. Her statement remained the same and she insisted both men should be free before thanking the judge and carefully wobbling on her cane back to their seats. 

The next person that stepped up to the podium was someone you and everyone who owned a tv knew. Chrissy Cunningham’s parents especially her mother constantly took control of the limelight when it came to her daughter’s death. While going over each victim’s file, you noticed Chrissy went to therapy constantly before she died and some of the notes you were able to get a hold of insinuated that her mom was the cause. Even in front of a camera, she beamed talking about the “disgusting human being that is Edward Munson.”

But in front of a judge, she played the part appropriately.

“You took away my daughter’s future, Mr. Munson. She wanted to do so many things but you didn’t care. We couldn’t even have an open casket for her after what you did!”, she sobbed. 

Eddie blinked back tears as Steve placed his palm on his friend’s knee trying to comfort him.

Jason’s parents were told to leave halfway through as they screamed at both boys for sullying their son’s name and memory. 

The final person that entered the court room had everyone confused especially their lawyer but your blood boiled as your ex sauntered to the podium.

“Hello there. My name is Derek and I am a film student at Hawkins University.” You could feel their anger radiate from their seats across the room but that was nothing compared to how furious you were. “I’m doing a project of my own on Edward Munson, Steven Harrington, and the murders of 86. I’m here today because amongst all the research I’ve done so far, I have found nothing that shows these men are innocent let alone empathetic for what they have done. The one time I spoke with them they attacked me and even went as far as seducing my girlfriend away from me.

I’ve now spent the bulk of my time speaking with the victim’s families and finding answers on my own. I feel like it is my duty to speak to this court today on behalf of those families and keep these two murderers where they belong. Thank you for your time.”

Your ex’s eyes meet yours briefly before taking a seat on the opposite side as the judge starts to speak. 

“Edward Munson, do you have anything to say at this time?”

The shackles around his wrists and ankles clank as the man rises to his feet. 

“I, um, just want to apologize for the pain the families are going through. I think about them every day especially Chrissy. She was a good person who deserved the world and if I could trade places with her I would. I shouldn’t have run and hid. I regret not doing more but more than anything I regret leaving her there… ”, Eddie’s voice cracks before regaining his composure. “I’ve accomplished so much behind bars and I want to use what I’ve learned to grow and rebuild my life. Thank you, sir.”

As he takes a seat, the judge addresses Steve whose hands nervously shake as he speaks. 

“I’m genuinely sorry for everything that happened and I think about everyone that was hurt or killed every day. I carry them with me and I want to make it up to them but I can only do some much from here. We’ve paid for our sins, sir, and now we want to start our lives over again. Please…please give us this chance. Thank you.”

Your eyes never leave their broken frames as the judge considers the testimonies before denying their appeals again.

As they’re dragged away, you follow your ex and scream his name when you make it to the parking lot. 

“DEREK!”

“Y/N. How can I help you today?”, he replies sarcastically, reaching into his pocket to find his keys before you slide between him and his driver’s side door.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“I was speaking my truth and the truths of the victims like I said.”

“Uh huh and what was all that ‘seducing my girlfriend’ crap. They didn’t take me away from you. I left because you’re a fucking dick.”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that. You convinced yourself their innocent so—”

“They ARE innocent.”, you seethe through gritted teeth. “Stay the fuck away from them, Derek.”

“Y/N, I know you think I’m being an asshole—”

“Because you are.”

“BUT I’m doing this to protect you. The were responsible for multiple murders and you’ll be next if you stick around them.”

“I don’t need your fucking protection. I can handle myself.”

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February 11, 1998

The wind blows your hair back as you sit on one of the tables outside of the visitation area in the prison. Neither man says a word as the slowly take a seat with Eddie beside you and Steve in a chair by your legs. 

“How’s your face?”, you ask without looking his way. 

“Hurts.”

“Did you enjoy the appeal hearing, Y/N? Get more details to confirm the men we are.”, the metalhead asked as his gaze shifted towards the grass below. 

“Why did you never want me to go? Is it because of what I saw?”

“Because it kills us every time having to hear people like Chrissy’s family say what they say and knowing the pain they are going through…”

“Except their blaming us.”, Steve adds. “Plus, the denial every time is like a stab in the fucking heart.”

“Now Derek was new. That was a fun fucking curve ball.”

“I swear I didn’t know he’d be there.”, you insist. “I yelled at him after we left. He said he was…trying to protect me.”

“Yeah, well, we keep ruining your fucking life so maybe he has a point.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Eddie?”

“Sweetheart, when you first met us, you talked about your goals and dreams of becoming a lawyer. Now you’re talking about running away, becoming a fugitive with us, and having our kid.”

“So, you believe me now?”, you sass. “Or were you purposely trying to hurt me? How about you double down to ‘protect me’ and tell me you want nothing to do with us! I can leave and you’d never see me or this baby again!”

As you start to stand up, the blood rushes to your head and Steve catches your arm to guide you back down. 

“Fucking kid is like a vampire.”, you sigh as you dig in your bag for one of the candy snacks you now keep with you.

“Is it normal? For you to be this sick?”

“Yes and no. My doctor said I’m not ‘eating enough for two’. Add in the morning sickness and it just makes me woozy. I just need a minute and then I’ll leave.”

Eddie climbs down from the table to sit beside you on the bench as he watches you nibble on the treat. 

“We panicked, Y/N.”

“Pfft, no shit.”

“Stop it. Look… I just… I don’t want this kid growing up like me…with a dad in prison.”

“Add in the fact that we can’t be there with you for all the important stuff since we’re in here.”, Steve murmurs. “By the time we get out… Jesus…they’ll be 13.”

“I can stay away if you want me to. I can leave you in here to wallow in your self pity while I continue to live my life. Or…” You reach back into your bag and slide forward the ultrasound the doctor gave you. “…you can live your life with me.”

Eddie reaches for the image first and glides his thumb over the blob. 

“You both deserve to be happy to.”

Abruptly, the metalhead’s palm shoots out to bring your head to his chest as he cries. 

“I’m so fucking sorry, sweetheart. I love you so much and I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

The tears began to flow as your hand clung to his arm before you felt warmth in case you as Steve leaned his cheek on your head. 

“I’m sorry to, honey. Fuck, we’re fucking idiots.”

“Yeah you are but I still love you.”, you giggle as you thread your fingers through his. 

***

Steve lays his head on his folded arms over his best friend’s bunk.

“What’s running through your mind, man?” 

Eddie sighs as he flashes his friend the picture of your ultrasound. 

“Yeah…that’s a baby.”, he responds cheekily making the metalhead grin as he punches his arm and sits up to face the man below him. 

“I’m scared, Steve. Like fucking terrified. I remember what it was like growing up with a dad in prison and I also remember how this fucking town used it against me. I don’t want anything to happen to Y/N or that little baby.”

“I can understand that but, dude, you’re not your dad and neither am I. This kid is going to grow up knowing that their dads love them—”

“Yeah, um, about that…”, Eddie cuts him off as he jumps down to the floor. “You don’t…have to…”

“Have to what?”

“I mean, obviously, I’m the father—”

“We’re both their father. Just like we both love, Y/N. Unless… you don’t want that.”

“No, no, no. I’m not saying that. I’m just—”

“Giving me an out, I know. I’ve been by your side since our fight in the Upside Down. You’re my best friend. I’m not abandoning you, man.” The metalhead wraps his arms around him as Steve does that same. “Plus, someone has to teach this kid to have an awesome fashion sense—”

The former jock laughs as his friend pushes lightly at his chest. 

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April 22nd, 1998

“Wow.”, Eddie sighs pleasantly as your palms cover his own against your tummy. “A real headbanger this one.”

“Pfft. You have no idea. She doesn’t stop moving especially at night.”

“She?”, Steve asks.

As you lift your gaze from your stomach, you realize both men were starring at you with wide eyes. 

“Yeah, she.”, you smile as you dig in your bag and hand him the new ultrasound. “We’ll have to think of name for her.”

The other man grins as he circles his arm around your chest and yanks you to his side to kiss the top of your head. 

“How have you been feeling, honey? You look so much better and you have that pregnancy glow thing going on.”

You giggle as you place tender kisses along the skin of his forearm. 

“Thankfully the morning sickness has passed but now I’m struggling with the intensity of a familiar feeling.”

“Everything alright?”, Eddie asks with genuine concern. “Is there anything we can do?”

Opening your legs, you hook them around the metalhead’s waist and use them to slide yourself closer to him till his face was hovering just above your own. 

“I’m sure you can think of something, Sir.”

Both men glance at each other and you hear Steve chuckle behind you making your smile widen. Currently, you three were visiting in one of the semi-private meeting rooms; it being semi because the door was open and anyone could walk in should they choose to. 

“You have to be really fucking quiet, sweetheart.”

“And quick.”, the pretty boy adds as he rises to his feet to stand by the door. 

Not wasting anymore seconds, Eddie grabbed your hand and led you to the wall near his friend so you both couldn’t be seen should anyone casually look inside. His lips feverishly kissed yours and you relished the taste as your tongue searched for his. 

Abruptly, he turned you around and you stifled the moan that wanted to break free as he lifted up your skirt and his rough hands took hold of your ass. 

“Fuck, baby, I wish we had more time.”, he murmured to himself as his tongue licked a long stripe between your folds.

Keeping you pressed to his chest, he stood to his full height and hastily pulled down his sweats. 

“Ooooh my G—”

Eddie’s free hand cut you off as he covered your mouth while he continued to guide his thick, leaking cock inside your entrance. 

“What did I say, little girl?”, he seethed through gritted teeth as he began thrusting his hips at a quick pace knowing your window was short. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Fucking missed this tight, little pussy.”

As he slammed into you, you felt your whole body come to life like it had when you were first with them. They tapped into something inside you no other man had and for that you would always be grateful. For the first time, you felt seen and heard. 

You felt alive.

Clinging to his hands around you, you melted into him as you felt your orgasm starting to build. 

“Harrington.”

Eddie’s rhythm slowed for a moment as your eyes widened at the sound of a guard’s voice you definitely recognized. The metalhead’s palm tighten against your lips but his shallow pants in your ear had you clenching around him at the sound and he tried desperately to smother the grunt from his own mouth into your shoulder. 

“Sir. How are you today?”, Steve responded casually as he leaned against the doorframe.

“I’m alright. What are you doing there?”

“I’m waiting for Y/N to come back from the bathroom. Eddie walked her down there so she’d feel more comfortable.”

Your fingers reached around to tangle in his hair as if to silently tell him everything was ok and he took the hint as he tenderly kissed your cheek before slowly rolling his hips making your eyes flutter closed. 

“I can understand that. When my wife was pregnant she went to the bathroom every 30minutes and insisted I at least be outside the door. She got super clingy.”, he chuckled as the man laughed with him. “Alright, well, visiting hours are almost up so hopefully she won’t be too much longer.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you.”

As Eddie listened to his footsteps gradually disappear, he steadily began pounding into you till your pussy quivered around him and your whimpers were aggressively stifled as you came. 

“Good girl, sweetheart. Good girl.”, he praised over and over till his arms clung to your body as you felt his release spill inside of you. “Fuck…me… Are you alright?”

Without saying a word, you turn around and wrap your limbs around his neck as you passionately kiss his lips. 

“I love you.”

Eddie grinned down at you as he kissed you again. 

“I love you to, Y/N.”

After the two of you straighten up your appearances, you give Steve a hug and he squeezes you equally as tight. 

“Next time?”

You smile when you feel his whole body shake as he laughs. 

“Yeah, honey, next time. Jesus, you’re so fucking adorable. I love you.”

“I love you to, baby.”, you beam as you lift up on your tiptoes to kiss his lips. 

Hand in hand they walk you to the end of the hall before pausing as you turn around to face them. 

“How about Olivia? I always thought that name was beautiful.”

“It is a beautiful name…like you.”, Eddie coos as he reaches out to caress your cheek. “I like it. What about you, Stevie?”

“I think it’s perfect.”

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May 1st, 1998

“What’s going on, Bobby?”, Steve asked the guard at his side as both men were being led down long hallway to rooms they utilized for interrogations. “Did they find something about our case?”

“No.”, the man replied flatly before pausing at a nearby door. “He’s asking that the two of you remain handcuffed since you ‘jumped’ her boyfriend last time.”

“He who? Is this about Y/N? Is she alright?!”

“Shhhhhh!”, the guard shushed as he yanked on Eddie’s arm to silence him. “I’m on your side guys, ok?”

They nodded but were still apprehensive when the door was slowly opened and they were led inside. 

The first thing they saw was you as your head shot up to meet their nervous expressions. Your eyes were red and your cheeks were tear streaked even though you quickly tried to wipe them away on your sleeve. Your hair was frayed and you were wearing a shirt that was three times too big for you as it hung of your shaking frame. 

“What’s going on?”, Eddie asked again. “Y/N, are you ok—”

“Sit down.”, a man beside you commanded in a deep voice.

Glaring his way, they stood up straighter.

“I swear to God, if we find out you hurt her or—MMPH!” You gasped as Steve was cut off by the man’s fist hitting his stomach hard. 

“I said…sit…down.”, he growled as both men were tugged to the seats across from you both and restrained to the table in front of them. 

“Are you ok?”, you whimpered quietly as the boy nodded and raised his eyebrows as if to ask you the same question. “I’m so sorry—"

“No. What did I say, Y/N?”, the man huffed before taking a seat beside you again. “Now let’s try this again.”

Nodding towards the guards, they exited the room and shut the door behind them. 

“I’ve heard you have a little thing going on with Y/N and I’m here to tell you that ends today. No more visits or phone calls. No more letters and no more project. She’ll have to find someone else to do it on if she even fucking graduates on time thanks to this ‘unexpected miracle’.” 

The disgust in his words makes you recoil as both men’s blood start to boil over.

“Who the fuck do you think you are to tell us or her what to do?”, Steve responds with a rough edge to his tone.  

“You can’t stop us from loving her. Just because we’re in here doesn’t mean you can keep her from us.”

“Oh, gentlemen. I assure you, I can. I’m a well-respected police officer and you are two convicts who murdered people. I have more pull in this town than you think and since Y/N is my daughter I can do whatever I have to do to keep her away from you.”

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[imaginecolby]

part of your world || c.b.

summary: when you finally bring colby over to meet your family, they are more than impressed by him

you and colby were coming up on a year of being together, and you were finally in a place where you were able to introduce him to your family. you had a family gathering, and you both finally had some time off from your respective jobs and could spend a few days. you’d both already met each other’s parents, and he’d already introduced you to his family, so you felt is was time for him to meet yours.

you were at your airbnb getting ready for the day, colby’s clothes strewn all over the room as he was struggling to pick an outfit.

“why is everything i brought suddenly the ugliest thing i own?” he sighed, standing at the foot of the bed. you walked into the bedroom and your eyes widened at the sight.

“oh god.” you said softly, walking over to him. “what happened in here?” you asked, beginning to pick up his clothes.

“i cant decide what to wear.” he huffed, turning to you. his eyes locked with yours and he melted under your gaze. “help.” he pouted. you laughed, patting his cheek, and moved next to him, beginning to straighten out his clothes.

“okay, let’s see what we’re working with.” you said, studying his clothes. after a few minutes of silence, and moving pieces around, you finally had an outfit put together. “it’s cool, and we’re gonna be outside, so your black and white flannel with black jeans. with a plain tee underneath, so you can take the flannel off if you get too warm.” you said, grabbing his clothes from the bed.

“how did you do that? i’ve been staring at these clothes for almost a half hour and all it took you was a minute to put something together.”

“that’s because you’re too stressed about today. plus, you wear this specific outfit quite a lot, and i like you in it.” you said with a smile. colby took his clothes from you and began getting dressed. once he was finally ready, he took a deep breath before you grabbed your things to go.

“alright. let’s go.” colby said, adjusting his shirt and fixing his hair in the mirror.

“c’mere.” you said, taking his hand in yours and pulling him close to you. “are you okay?” you asked, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck.

“i’m a little nervous. but i’ll be alright.” he said, letting out a long sigh.

“you have nothing to be nervous about. you make a wonderful first impression, and my family is gonna love you. we don’t have to put too much pressure on today.” you said, stepping closer to him. he placed his hands on your hips and smiled down at you. he pressed his forehead against yours and took a deep breath before speaking again.

“i love you.” he said softly.

“i love you.” you repeated, reaching up to press a kiss to his lips. you gathered the rest of your things and headed out. the drive to your grandmother’s house was full of chatter, you mostly making an attempt to take colby’s mind off of the nerves he had about meeting your family. you knew they were gonna love him, and you hated seeing him get in his head, but you did all you could to comfort him.

once you arrived, your family welcomed colby into their loving arms, and made sure that he was comfortable. they included him in all the conversation, and took genuine interest in what he had to say. they were particularly interested in listening to him talk about his job. your family was the conventional working class, working their regular 9-5 jobs. they were like kids in a candy store listening to him tell stories of the places he’s been and the people he’s met.

as the night went on, and more stories were shared, the night began winding up. your grandparents had gone to sleep, and you and colby, along with your parents, your aunt, and a few cousins had moved outside, as to not be disruptive. you had formed a circle of lawn chairs near the pool and were sharing drinks and more stories. sharing moments like this with your family were your favorite moments, and you loved that you were getting to share them with colby.

“so, let me hear more about the two of you. how did you meet having to completely different lifestyles?” your aunt asked you and colby.

“we actually met at a bar.” you giggled. “he and sam had just moved to vegas, and they’d been exploring the area, and going to different bars around. a group of friends and i happened to be in the same place on the same night. i’d recognized him from youtube, and since drunk me has more courage than sober me, i went up to him and we started talking.”

“we spent pretty much the whole night talking. we exchanged numbers before the night ended, and i had already text her by the next afternoon. we went on a few a dates, and within a little over a month or so later, i was already calling myself y/n’s boyfriend.”

you hung out for a little while longer, conversation never coming to a halt. colby was doing more talking than you, but you loved sitting back and watching him enjoy himself. he’d just gone into a story about his most recent trip to japan, telling your family more about sam, as well as nate and alex.

you glanced around the circle, your family hanging on every word colby spoke. you noticed as their eyes lit up with excitement as they felt the laughter and happiness in every anecdote colby shared. you watched colby intently, excitedly telling his stories to these people that, only a few hours ago he’d just met. he spoke to them as if they’d been his friends his entire life.

as it got later and later, and more stories were shared, you all finally decided it was time to turn in. you quietly maneuvered through the house and out to the front where you cars were parked. your parents were staying the night, but they made sure to see everyone out. you shared a few more goodbyes in the driveway, colby comfortably falling into hugs all around. you waved goodbye as you and colby loaded into the car and made your way out of the neighborhood.

you drove in silence for a little while as colby made his way back to the freeway and got on the road back towards your airbnb. his hand made it’s way over to you, gripping your thigh. he gave you a small squeeze before you intertwined your fingers with his. he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it before you spoke.

“so, how are you feeling?” you asked him.

“wonderful. a little embarrassed, but mostly wonderful.” he said with an awkward laugh.

“why are you embarrassed?” you asked, stifling a laugh since you already knew the reason. 

“that i was so nervous to come today. we spent the whole day with your family and they welcomed me in as if i was one of their own. not once today did i ever feel like an outsider, or that i didn’t belong.” he said.

“i told you that you didn’t need to worry. but i'm glad you had a good time tonight. i could tell that my family was taking a genuine interest in things you had to say. and i loved watching you talk so excitedly about everything. i don’t think i’ve ever seen you talk like that before.” you said.

“it felt so refreshing to get to share these memories with new people. of course we can recount them with the same friends who were also part of them. but there’s something about sharing with other people that gives the memories so much more life.” he said. you were stopped at a red light, and colby looked over at you, giving you a smile.

“i love you so much. i'm so glad you had a good time today.” you said, stroking his cheek.

“i love you so much.” he repeated. you finally arrived back to your airbnb and began to get ready for bed.

you slept soundly that night, knowing that all the people who mattered most to you got along as well as they did. you couldn’t wait for more gatherings like this.

[autisminabox]

I’m going to be discussing spoilers from the new update, specifically entailing Eddie. Spoilers are below the cut, so, like. Spoiler alert

One thing that stuck out to me right before Eddie “goes to Toyland” (which is what’s implied to happen) is the anger he felt. To me it felt incredibly out of place. Out of place for what’s supposed to be a children’s show, and out of place for Eddie.

We’ve seen Eddie in situations substantially worse for his staying focused on the job than people not having any mail. We’ve seen people jump at him, get pressured into literally lifting other people (and possibly a fucking house), and was too nervous to speak up for himself. We’ve seen him take a lot of shit from both Howdy and Barnaby in the audios, and he more or less took it on the chin. Julie overwhelmed him with her business game, and instead of getting frustrated, he just kind of… curled up.

So this strikes me as particularly odd. There are two explanations I can think of to explain why it happened. The first is a theory I’ve seen floated around about the puppets slowly deviating from the in-universe writers’ design. We see this contrast between how everyone acts in the books and ads and how they act in the bug audios; Barnaby had a twinge of meanness, Julie had a personality beyond being ADHD incarnate, Frank expressed kindness. It’s not out of the question. The second theory is based off of a few observations from earlier on: Eddie is notably from out of town, and is loosely implied to have moved in last out of the main cast. It wouldn’t be absurd to say that this leads him to being “not with the program”, even if him being the newest addition is only in-universe for the show (as opposed to him being literally constructed and written last)

The second thing that was prominent to me was Home’s response to Eddie entering Toyland. This is quite plainly conspicuous and intentional, but I wanted to bring attention to it because of the interesting implications of it. First off, Home is pretty much confirmed to be sentient now. I’ll be damned if there’s any coherent counterargument that doesn’t boil down to going “nuh-uh”. Second, Home is at minimum recognizing that something is happening to Eddie. It’s not clear whether Home is aware of what specifically is happening to Eddie, or whether or not Home had a hand in setting off the incident, but the fact that home recognized that something was happening to Eddie nearly instantly solidifies how intelligent and aware Home actually is. This isn’t inherently surprising, since we’ve already gotten word-of-God confirmation that Home has repeatedly beaten Frank at chess, however, this is the most pointed and direct example that we’ve seen in the actual project.

Third, the fact that Eddie specifically had The Horrors™️ enacted upon him first specifically (at least, as far as we’re explicitly aware of; It’s unclear whether Wally counts as having experienced The Horrors™️ or if he is the arbitrator of them. More on that later) lends to some very interesting suggestions. Five possible explanations I can think of work as follows: One, he knew too much about either the nature of whatever specifically is weird about Home (town), whether that be Home (house), Wally, another character, the monsters of the night, something else about the night, or he knew too much about his nature as a fictional character. There is some speculative support for this; first, the aforementioned outsider angle that he’s been played with, and second, his parallels to the scrapped character Sunny. Sunny was the most recent to move in within the beta continuity, he was the love interest for Frank, he was smart and likely knew too much, and he disappeared first. Two, his outburst earlier in the day proved to be too out of character and thus a risk and liability to whoever was in control of what happened to him. Aside from my above breakdown of that scene, and from the fact that there’s very prominent examples of Playfellow and Marlo (or perhaps Wally, if for whatever reason Evil Wally ends up being true) blatantly straightwashing characters and possibly suppressing free will of the characters, assuming that’s what we’re meant to take away from the bug audios. Three, Eddie realized the actual absurdity of the Pea On A Plate and “woke up”, lucid dream style. I don’t really like this interpretation, since the fact that it’s in several promotional materials and companion merchandise suggests that it was an absurdist humor bit in-universe, which isn’t farfetched considering how children’s shows tend to be. Four, there’s another reason that’s yet to be revealed as to why Eddie got selected first. To be a total Devil’s advocate, we’re still relatively early in what’s looking to be a very slow-paced story. We’re not gonna have all the details, and red herrings are going to pop up, intentionally or otherwise. Five, Eddie was selected randomly or with no actual reason.

There’s also a few possibilities for who sent Eddie to Toyland, which is interesting to me. First, it could be Home. It wouldn’t be surprising considering its mysterious and noted uncanny nature, and its prominence during that scene. Second, it could be Wally. While I personally don’t find it to be the most reasonable, since something of this magnitude being perpetrated by a character we have a face to would likely involve that character, there’s enough evidence of Wally acting aware and generally odd where it isn’t completely absurd. Additionally, it’s entirely plausible that Wally’s conspicuous absence during the entire arc is indicative of some sort of guilt. Third, the show writers, someone at Playfellow, or another party along those lines somehow caused it, either by technological or supernatural means we don’t know about or by some accidental bout of supernatural fuckery, such as rewriting something and it having bizarre effects on the characters. It’s out there, but not out of the question considering the weird shit they’ve done. On top of that, it’s not impossible that another entity or force somehow caused this that either hasn’t been revealed or explained yet.

As to what Toyland actually entails, I’ve concocted a few theories. One, he literally got up and mentally teleported to a land of giant toys. Two, it’s full Star Trek mode and there’s Horrors™️ so mentally stimulating that the only way it could be perceived by either us or Eddie that that’s all it can be perceived as. Three, Going To Toyland is some sort of initiation, rite of passage, or method of psychologically controlling the cast that everyone else either doesn’t realize is happening or has their memories of it forcibly suppressed. This could be supported by the aforementioned “Eddie is an Outsider” and it’s possibly his first Homewarming since moving to the area. After all, a housewarming is a celebration that welcomes and initiates someone to the neighborhood; would it be that odd that Homewarming is a twisted version of that?

Anyways. Those are my observations and a bunch of interpretations. Part of why I love this project so much is how mysterious and unclear the exact details are, creating excellent suspense and a drive to theorize, and leading up to a truly gobsmacking reveal or conclusion. This update certainly delivered. Whatever the answer is for any of the branching paths I described, it’ll almost definitely reveal how truly fucked up the perpetrator is (or, alternatively, how utterly fucked up the situation is in general, if there ends up not being an instigator) for, y’know, doing that. Clown and Co., you’ve certainly outdone yourselves, and the wait was worth it; this speculative theorycrafting this update has provided is absolutely incredible.

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FIRST DAY ON THE JOB

PAIRING… F1 drivers x driver!reader | WC… 1.4k | Masterlist

Becoming a formula 1 driver had been your dream, ever since you first watched a race when you were about 3, the dream being the same as every one of your peers. However only a handful are able to achieve that dream, and so when you were first offered to sign for a team on the grid, how could you decline?

And so that leads you to now, sitting on a chair in front of a small group of reporters, eager to gain comments on the new ‘changes’ in formula 1.

“So Y/n, how have you been dealing with the expectations and pressure of being a formula 1 driver, along with the first female to race in over four decades?” A reporter asked, all the attention being directed towards you.

“Well, uh, I’ve known I was going to have this seat for a few months so, I guess, I kind of got used to the added pressure from moving up from formula 2.” You answer, playing with your fingers nervously as Lewis only sent you a nod of approval, calming you slightly.

“So you’re saying that you are not nervous?” The reporter questioned as you quickly shook your head.

“I’m not saying that, there is obviously still an element of nervousness, but growing up in the karting world, and previously being in formula 3 and 2, you get pretty used to it.” You reply.

“Lewis and Kimi, how does it feel to now be racing against a female driver?” Another reporter asked, the constant use of ‘female’ making you slightly uncomfortable.

“Y/n is just another driver who worked hard to get this position, a driver is just a driver in my eyes.” Lewis answered, earning a smile from you. “However it’s nice to see the continuing progress in motorsport.”

“I don’t feel different.” Kimi speaks, his monotone voice earning a light chuckle from you and Lewis.

“Is there any worry that there may be more crashes on the track with the new drivers?”

Silence enveloped the room as you just sat there. You knew that question was asked because of you, yes, there were 3 other new drivers, but in past seasons with multiple rookies, this question hadn’t been asked.

“Well, there is always a large concern of crashes when it comes to rookies and anyway, isn’t the rate of crashes higher for men than for women?” Lewis finally spoke, his answer earning him yet another smile from you as you all quickly moved on from the question, the awkwardness in the room feeling like it could swallow you whole.

You now stood in your driver room, a nervous wreck, trying to comprehend that everything was real and you were actually about to experience your first f1 race.

“Y/n? It’s time.” One of the engineers announced through the door as you quickly composed yourself before walking out, nervousness being hidden within your confident stride.

You already had prior experience with the track, your formula 3 and 2 career helping you on that front, as well as the small practice session you had before qualifying, and so that helped solidify some sense of confidence, however nothing compares to the actual race, especially when you’re against such talented drivers.

After greeting the few engineers that passed you, you quickly manoeuvred yourself into the seat of your car, placing the helmet onto your head before being brought out onto the main track.

Cheers could be heard from the stands as more cars began to line up. You had managed to land yourself in P10 after qualifying, to which you were quite pleased with yourself.

Soon enough the time was up and the lights began to flash red, the sound of engines revving surrounding you as you quickly followed, right up until the red lights disappeared, causing you to immediately stomp your foot on the accelerator.

You soon shot along the track, multiple drivers surrounding you as you progressed, both overtaking you and being overtaken by you.

This all lasted through the multiple laps of the circuit until your wheels finally crossed the finish line, earning you P5.

“Fantastic result Y/n, let’s keep this pace going next race as well.” Your engineer, Jack, spoke through the radio, you could hear the cheers of his coworkers in the background from your teammate’s P3.

“Thank you, very happy, I’m very happy.” You reply, a smile on your face as you pulled up into the pits, following behind the other drivers.

After finally arriving in the pit, you quickly pulled yourself out of the car, your smile being hidden right up until the moment you took off your helmet.

“Pretty good for your first race, you proved everyone wrong.” A sudden voice behind you caused you to jump, immediately turning around to realise who it was.

“You scared me.” You say, placing your hand to your heart with a large smile.

“Sorry, sorry.” Seb replies, your smile being reciprocated.

“Cheers though, I do try.” You finally answer his question in a sarcastic manner, causing him to laugh slightly before patting you on the back.

You were soon ushered away, going back to see the engineers, their welcoming arms surrounding you as you entered the pits.

“Well done!” Your team manager congratulated you before bringing you into a tight hug. Large smiles surrounded you as you felt more arms reach you, the many hugs you received causing you to grow even happier as the small celebration continued.

“So how was your first race, I mean P5 is a great start to your career.” The interviewer pointed out, her voice very enthusiastic.

“Yes, uh, I’m very pleased with the result I managed to achieve today, as well as my teammate’s P3 so, happy first day in the office, I guess.” You chuckle.

“And how have you been dealing with the pressure of becoming a formula 1 driver?” She continued, the question causing you to have to think a bit.

“Uh, well, I guess, I’ve just been doing what I normally do, you know, I just try to do stuff that, uhm, calms me down before a race and helps build my confidence. I also think it helps that I still have school as well so if I’m disappointed in performance or result I still, uh, have something to distract myself with” You answer, struggling to come up with the right words and it basically just ends up in you waffling.

“How are you going to uh-” The interviewer begins before breaking into a fit of laughter whilst looking behind you. You quickly turn around, only to see Daniel pulling faces at the camera.

“Oi, stop it!” You exclaim, slapping him on the arm before he falls onto the floor, pretending to be severely injured.

You turn to the camera, a disappointed look on your face, before rubbing your elbow and dropping down, trying to mimic moves from wwe fighting.

Daniel lets out a scream as everyone turns to look at you two, laughter immediately being heard as they saw what was going on. Quickly pulling yourself back up, you stood in front of the mic again, ready to continue the interview.

“Sorry about that, anyways what were you saying?” You ask, a large smile on your face.

“Uh well, I was asking about how you were going to prepare for your next race.”

“Great question, uh, I’ll probably just do what I usually do, you know, just workout a bit and try to improve my energy and stuff like that.” You answer before thanking the interviewer and moving on to the next, one of their questions being what had just happened.

“First day on the job, so I assume I’m making a good first impression.” You joke, the interviewer laughing before continuing to ask questions about the race.

After finally finishing off the long list of interviews, you headed back to your driver room, your assistant long gone as she had to finish up some other things, leaving you alone to your thoughts.

“Y/n!” Someone shouts, you immediately turn around to see Lando running up to you.

“Hi Lan.” You greet.

“Good work out there.” He pats you on the back gently as he speaks. The two of you had known each other since you were young, along with the other rookies as you had been racing against each other for pretty much the majority of your career.

“Cheers, big step up from f2 yeah?” You tease as he finished behind you in the race, knocking him on the arm a bit.

“Watch your back next time.” Lando jokes, earning a chuckle from you as you both continue walking through the pit, your laughter being the only thing heard.

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OKAY GUYS. HERE IT IS…

Xrayshipping / Loganzep headcanons

(this is kinda long so be warned but i beg you to read it i need others to hear me out on this random ship i accidentally created while trying to think of someone to ship logan with)

zep lives au:

so basically i’ve created this au where zep survives because adam wasn’t strong enough to actually bash his head in so zep crawled out of the bathroom (after amanda killed adam or saved adam or whatever you wanna go with) and was able to not get arrested (don’t ask me how because i don’t know. maybe he was able to convince the police he was actually forced to hold alison and diana hostage and come up with a convincing lie that he doesn’t know what happened to detective tapp)

this whole thing could also just be worked into zep just becoming one of john’s apprentices if you ignore that he failed his test. i prefer my interpretation though since i don’t think zep would ever want to be an apprentice.

after his encounter with adam, zep has scars across the side of his face, and there’s very small patches on his head where hair isn’t able to grow anymore. he of course got a severe concussion from the beating too, and he now gets headaches and migraines a lot. (i really don’t know how the scars would look or if the hair thing makes sense and googling “blunt force trauma scars” like my friend suggested… did not work to say the least)

he often wears beanies or has his hood up to try to cover some of the scars. (this later on will lead to logan constantly calling him handsome and beautiful)

obviously zep quits his job at the hospital, and he ends up working at some shitty restaurant in a mall food court where he eventually reunites with logan

zep and logan already vaguely knew each other from working at the same hospital (zep always had a lowkey hallway crush on logan)

logan was shocked to see zep had survived, as john never told him and logan never had any reason to go to the bathroom.

zep was at first unaware that logan was now john’s apprentice, but eventually he figured it out. it made him really nervous at first, which made logan upset. after many conversations with logan, zep grew to trust him again

in general, zep is a lot more on edge after his test, and is almost constantly anxious unless he’s with logan. he’s always scared lawrence is going to find out he’s alive and hunt him down for what he did to alison and diana. (logan would eventually talk to lawrence about it and make sure it was safe for zep to be around the other apprentices… not that zep even wants to be around them that often)

general / cute relationship stuff:

after logan and zep reunite, they start “hanging out” a lot (they’re basically going on dates but neither of them will admit it)

logan is bi and zep is gay and transmasc (no cis man is named shepherd. btw that is his canon full name according to the script ^_^)

zep has never been in a relationship before, so he’s very inexperienced with everything that comes with being in one (but he’s usually not shy about it. just nervous. i dont want him to be some shy blushing twink because he’s NOT that he is a little weirdo)

logan on the other hand has been in some relationships before, but never anything too intense. or anything with a man. so it’s new for both of them.

zep fell in love first, obviously. he was down bad the moment logan was nice to him. logan fell for zep not long after, although he denied it at first.

i also headcanon zep as being autistic, so I think he’d have a lot of unique ways of showing his affection for logan, who would find all of these absolutely adorable. (he’d do something stupid like point at a crushed monster energy can next to a crushed root beer can on the side of the road and be like “that’s so us” and logan would shed a tear out of pure joy)

logan is very careful and gentle with zep, always making sure he’s comfortable and feels safe.

if is an au where adam survives… logan would absolutely detest him for hurting zep. He wouldn’t harm adam, of course, but he would just glare and stare at him angrily while adam tries to figure out wtf is going on. i don’t think zep would hate adam for what happened; he understands very well the circumstances of john’s games.

zep listens to music like oingo boingo and the cure, but logan is a full on country guy and it drives zep insane. eventually logan gets into better music but still brainrot popular radio stuff like nsync & the backstreet boys.

zep will deny this, but he thinks the scars on logan’s back are very attractive in a way. he is actually so physically attracted to logan it makes him dizzy.

random logan headcanon: i think he is southern and moved to [whatever city saw takes place in] when he got older. sometimes his old accent will peak through in his voice, and boy oh boy did zep immediately start having some interesting thoughts about logan dressed as a cowboy the first time he noticed it.

and that’s it for now!! i really wanted to make this post cuz i’ve been fixated on logan & zep for almost two months now and i’ve been completely alone :’) this is all probably really out of character for them but i dont care i love them so much. if anyone makes content of them (PLEASE DO IM BEGGING YOU) feel free to tag me cuz i would absolutely love to see it!!

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Louis Hofmann - HERO Magazine Extracts (On Accents & Acting Abroad)

In Conversation w/ Thomasin Mckenzie (12/1/2023)

TM: I did, and this is something I wanted to bring up with you. Something that people will find very interesting about you is your accent. 

LH: Yeah, I remember you asking me once, “Why don’t you just use your own [German] accent? [when speaking in English]” But there’s no such thing to me as my own German accent, this is my own accent. This is the accent I feel most comfortable in. I speak in an English accent because I’ve been training that accent for more than four years now to eventually be able to portray English characters and not only English-speaking German characters.

TM: Was it difficult as a German actor to transition into a more international realm? 

LH: It’s been a long journey, I suppose. The first English language thing I did was at the age of nineteen, and now I’m 26. I started working on the accent around the age of 21, 22, and only now feel extremely comfortable in the accent and language. I remember 2017 was a crazy year for me at the age of 19. It was my first time doing English work, and I went to the Oscars ceremony that year. I remember doing my second English job and thinking, “Oh, this is how it’s going to be now. I’m just going to focus on English work.” Then the next year came around, and I had [prior engagements I worked on] that meant I couldn’t continue following that path I was so excited about, so that took me back a little bit. But then I took away the pressure because I put myself under a lot of pressure that year. I had to take a step back. I left out the stress and constantly worked on the language, the accent, spending time in London, and then eventually moving here. It’s been a long journey but a very fulfilling one. Also, I can nerd out about accent work so much. I read in an interview that you really love it as well. I’m not nearly as good as you, what you do is outstanding.

TM: You speak two languages or probably more. I just speak English. 

LH: But the accent work you do is amazing. When I knew I was going to work with you I was so intimidated, like, [puts on a nervous voice] “I’m going to work with Thomasin McKenzie, she’s such a great actor!”

In Conversation w/ Lisa Vicari (4/27/23)

LH: It’s a bit weird we’re going to do this in English because obviously, we’re both German. I remember once we met in London and I refused to speak German, I think that was the only time we actually spoke English to each other. I was so strict about it because it was the first time I went to London to work on my language.

LV: Do you still do that now or do you speak German when you’re in London?

LH: I stopped because it just took away part of my personality. You’ve been doing English work and, to me, it is quite different from acting in the German language. I was wondering how that is for you, do you feel speaking in another language or accent helps you because it instantly creates a character?

LV: I was really pleasantly surprised by how natural it felt to act in English because I did go into it thinking, “Let’s see how this plays out.” Working with an accent was something totally new because it’s not very common in Germany. For this part, I had accent training for American English and it was the first time I approached a character like this. I really enjoyed the process because it instantly gives you a certain something to build your character from, I also enjoyed how on-set we’d sometimes jokingly do other random accents, like a really bad Irish one in between takes. [both laugh]

LH: It’s something you can hold onto instantly. I’m in London at the moment and I’ve been doing some acting classes because I’ve never really done any before and I was really interested in learning something properly. [both laugh] We’ve been doing some animal work lately, I’d heard of it but never tried it. I thought it was really interesting because when I did it I felt like I had something to hold onto while doing the scene.

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My New Boss Is Goofy Episode 7 Review - And They Were Roommates

Before I start the review, I want to let you know something about the rest of this show’s episodes. Dan Ichikawa, the author of this story, left a note on their Twitter page about how the show already caught up to the manga, so starting this episode forth will be anime original content. I never read the manga, so I’m not too sure how many more chapters of original content there are, but this entire episode is actually anime original. I hope this can ease your confusion, if you had any. Now, onto the review.

Oh gosh, they are roommates now. I think this is the most peaceful I’ve seen Momose throughout the show. He really did need that new change in environment to heal once and for all. He won’t change instantly and he’s still fidgety every now and then, but I can see a huge improvement compared to previous episodes. The dynamic between Momose and Shirosaki have become more domestic now that they’ve become roommates. There’s this intimacy between them that is there, but they probably don’t know about it. They seriously do behave as if they just started dating; maybe they’ll skip over the dating and head straight to marriage towards the end of the show. Heck, they could probably get accidentally married too!

I’m glad that Momose finally opened up and told Shirosaki about his time at his previous workplace. Some of my readers commented on my review of the previous episode that workplace harassment is all too common in Japan; in fact, one of them did say that having your boss show up at your doorstep is common in the Japanese work force! That’s so scary! I’m glad that Momose finally took a step forward and quit his job. Had he continued working there, he’d probably die from overwork and stress. I was a bit nervous when Momose headed back to his previous residence, but I’m glad that nothing bad happened and it was just him overthinking and Shirosaki coming to check up on him.

Shirosaki’s goofiness is as adorable as always, but it’s funny how living with Shirosaki has now affected Momose in a way too. The part where Shirosaki was washing rice and then wondering how much cups he used is practically me! One time, I was washing rice and then after washing, I was like ‘Did I put in enough sweet rice’ and pondered about it as the rice started cooking. Also, the part where Shirosaki was trying to get the wrap unpeeled is relatable. That has happened to me with wrap and tape; in fact, in regards to tape, it has happened to me earlier this week. I was trying to return some items, but the post office didn’t have free tape, so I had to buy some. When I tried using tape, it took me a few minutes to try and find where the tape end was and it took another few minutes for me to get it unraveled. Why do transparent things have to be hard to get out?

Maybe it’s because Hakutou has only been seen interacting with Shirosaki, but I think that he took an instant liking to Momose the moment he moved in. Compared to how it took an entire episode for Hakutou to warm up to Shirosaki, it only took a day for Hakutou to be spoiled by Momose. Maybe it’s because of the time the cat spent with his owner that got Hakutou warmed up to humans, but given that the cat is such a tsundere, I would assume he’d have a hard time getting used to other people too. I’m glad that’s not the case, because Momose does seem like the type of person animals would love due to his gentle aura. I think it’s super cute how Hakutou likes Momose so much that he’d give him his treasures so easily. Both men are now Hakutou’s dads. It’s an irreversible contract now.

Kinjou and Aoyama are still their adorable selves. Kinjou is all super jealous that Momose and Shirosaki are living together while Aoyama is bummed out that he has a house built for two people but no one wants to move in with him. Despite Aoyama’s neediness, I do like that Aoyama is still considerate as he told Shirosaki to go home as he knew Momose would be waiting. He’s such a nice guy; when will he hook up with Kinjou?

It was nice learning about Shirosaki too. He has an older brother who used to live with him but now lives abroad and his family are rice farmers. That’s so cool to know! I hope to learn more about Momose too! Do you think Momose will stay with Shirosaki longer than he intends? Also, the plot twist with the ghost reaching out to use shampoo was so unexpected! I didn’t expect the ghost to be as silly as Shirosaki too! What are your thoughts about this episode overall?

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CHAPTER TWELVE: UNTIL I FOUND YOU

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Chapter Warnings: pregnancy, cursing, vomit

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IT WAS SAFE TO SAY THE KYLE AND I HAD SPENT ALMOST THE REST OF THE DAY DECIDING HOW TO BREAK THE NEWS. It wasn’t even just our parents we’d have to tell, it was everyone. We had seriously considered bribing Ike with candy to have him break the news to the Broflovski’s, but he simply flipped Kyle and I off before retreating to his room. Now telling Kenny was probably the easiest part of it all. The squeal he let out, and immediately enveloped me in a hug proved to me that he would have probably been angry if we had given the baby up in the first place. But now came our families, so of course Kenny had to be there for moral support.

“Okay, listen..we’ve gathered you guys today because we have something to announce.” Kyle said, the two of us standing infront of the couch in the living room of the Broflovski residence as we spoke. It was actually quite a terrifying intervention. Both pairs of parents sitting on the couch, Ike on the chair with his iPad and my brother sitting leisurely on the arm of the couch.

“Are you guys dating?” My mom asked, but I was interrupted before I could answer.

“Aw gross dude, just don’t suck face in front of me alright?” Stan said, scrunching his face up with disgust. “I’m already trying to bleach my eyes from that disgusting iray on the basketball court yesterday.” He continued to whine, earning a look of warning from me as Kyle shook his head.

“No, well, kinda, but that’s not what we wanted to announce.” He explained, Kenny looking between us both with furrowed eyebrows.

“Kinda? How are you kinda dating?” He asked, not feeling the anticipation the way the rest of our family was, having already known what the announcement was, of course Kenny’s very very small attention span was in full range.

“You know like, we’re together but it’s not like, truly together together but like…” I began to explain, and Kyle nodded along.

“I like her she like likes me, it’s really not that hard to..” Kyle continued, before Sheila shook a hand in between us, bringing us back to reality.

“What did you call us here to tell us?” She asked, making me nod at her.

“Right.”

“In leiu of recent eventss…” Kyle began explaining, causing a rise of anxiety to form in my stomach.

“Mark and Vanessa’s divorcee…” I continued, grabbing onto Kyle’s hand to help calm my nerves.

“The baby has been left homeless. And I’m, well, we decided that..” Kyle stopped talking when he made eye contact with his mom for the first time since we got here. I think something seemed to connect in my mind that I wasn’t alone in this. Kyle was right there beside me, holding my hand. And that I wasn’t the only person this was affecting. Kyle was just as scared to tell his parents. I squeezed his hand.

“That what?” Stan asked, making me sigh.

“That we’re gonna keep it.”

“What?”

“Juno, honey, are you sure you’ve thought this through?” My mom asked, ignoring the confused looks from the Broflovski’s.

“Yes, I have. I’m gonna pick up a job at Mr Garrison’s convenient store until the baby arrives..” I explained, a protective hand over my stomach as my mom rubbed a hand over her face with stress.

“And I’ve already worked out a job with both Jimbo and the ice cream shop with Butters.” Kyle explained, but Sheila shook her head with confusion.

“Kyle honey, I don’t see what this has to do with you, with us.” Sheila said, her calming voice and kind demeanor making me feel even more nervous to tell her this. Somehow, everything felt even worse due to her kindness. Sheila was like a mother to me, even when we were kids. It just made me feel worse, knowing I'd disappoint her.

“Well, mom, dad.” Kyle began, before sighing again and squeezing his eyes closed momentarily. “Listen, I know it’s not ideal, and I know it’s been a long time coming, and I should’ve just told you from the start, but well, umm…” he tried to find the words, sharing a look at me when he noticed how difficult this truly was.

“Kyle is the father.” Kenny said with a low intimidating voice, earning looks of anger from Kyle and i.

“Dude, totally stole their moment.” Stan said, shaking his head in disappointment as Kenny frowned.

“I'm sorry I’ve always wanted to say that, like those reality tv shows.” He said back, both boys continuing to bicker, but all our attention was on Sheila.

“What what WHAT!?!” She shouted, causing Kyle to flinch slightly as he retreated closer into my body.

“Kyle Matthew Broflovski, you got a girl pregnant and you didn’t tell us!?!” Gerald shouted, and Kyle sighed, looking up at his dad.

“It wasn’t even gonna matter, she was giving the baby away, it would’ve been useless to tell you.” He said quietly, and Gerald’s expression grew angrier.

“Useless to tell! What so you can go and get another girl pregnant instead?!” He shouted again, making Sheila shake her head with disappointment.

“I can’t believe this, I thought we raised you right!?”

“In all fairness Mr and Mrs Broflovski, you have.” I interrupted, letting go of Kyle’s hand for a second to step forward more. “Listen I’m not gonna say he’s totally innocent, it takes two to tango, but Kyle’s been nothing but kind to me throughout this whole thing. I mean, he respected me, he took responsibility…”

“I mean have you met your son? There’s no way he initiated the sex.” Kenny interrupted, causing me to widen my eyes at him.

“Kenny.” I whispered, and he raised his hands in defense.

“Sorry.”

“I know it’s not the perfect situation, and we don’t make the picture perfect family, but I don’t think I would have survived this long without your son.” I explained, causing both Sheila and Gerald’s expressions to soften.

“Jo?” Kyle said, but I ignored him and kept talking.

“And if it’s any consolation, I was the one who told him to keep it from you. I didn’t see the point in causing more trouble than I already had.” I said, picking anxiously at my nails as I avoided any eye contact with anyone else in the room. Kyle stepped close to me again, grabbing my hands to stop me from picking at them, lifting my chin slightly so his eyes would meet with mine.

“Juno, you didn’t cause any trouble. This isn’t your fault.” He said softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I smiled at him, pouting slightly when I cupped his cheeks sweetly:

“But it is.” I sighed, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before letting my hands drift off his body. “You’re just so sweet you choose to block that part out.” He sighed, shaking his head, about to say something in response, but deciding to stay quiet. I wasn’t exactly sure why, but based off the look he gave me I could tell he was too nervous already to try and reassure me further. And he knew no matter how hard he’d try to reassure me, I wouldn’t listen. Instead I could feel him wrap his arms around me from behind, his large hands resting on my stomach as his chin laid on my shoulder. I smiled softly, feeling a soft peck be given to my cheek, somehow managing to soothe my whole body.

“Well, Kyle I am still very angry with you.” Sheila said speaking up, causing Kyle to step away, nodding at his mom. “And though I’m angry you didn’t tell us, I admire your maturity with this whole thing.” She said softly, letting out a long sigh, as if she hadn’t been able to breathe this whole time.

“Thanks mom.”

“You’re still grounded young man!” She shouted, pointing a finger at him. He was nodding quicker now, still scared of his mothers raised voice.

“Of course.”

“3 weeks!”

“Understandable.”

“And no electronics.”

“I get it.”

“And no basketball either, at least while you’re grounded.”

“Yes ma’am.” Kyle said, saluting his mom, a small smile on his face, reciprocating in hers.

“Now are you two sure this is what you want to do?” Gerald asked, looking between both Kyle and I. We both smiled, grabbing each others hand.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.” I said softly, earning a hand squeeze from Kyle.

“A baby is a lot of work.” My mom explained, earning nods of agreement from my dad.

“It takes time, and money…” my dad continued, all the parents about to continue before Kenny shot up from his seat.

“I call God father!” He shouted, jumping with excitement as Stan cursed to himself.

“Damn you McCormick! I call the next one!” Stan shouted, also jumping up as he glared angrily at Kenny.

“Boys!” Sheila shouted, as Kyle and I looked at each other, laughing lightly as the two began to argue once again.

—✧

AFTER THE STRESS OF THE EVENING DISSIPATED, we came to realize that Kyle being grounded didn’t count coming over to my house. Sheila was practically giddy at the fact to let him be closer to me, which if that doesn’t just warm your heart I don’t know what does. We were currently snuggled together on the couch, Butterssitting beside us, Cartman carefully watching the tv as Stan and Kenny attempted to make dinner in the kitchen. My parents were out to dinner so we were on our own, and of course Stan being the “man” he is he needed to prove his cooking skills.

“What did you mean earlier when you said we weren’t technically together?” Kyle asked, causing me to sit up a bit, moving my legs from their spot on Butters lap to sit up next to Kyle.

“Oh, well, just you haven’t officially asked yet.” I said, shrugging my shoulders as he raised an eyebrow at me.

“That was my job? I thought the thousands of tic-tac’s in my mailbox sealed the deal?” He said, chuckling lightly. I smiled up at him.

“No silly that was just my love confession.” I explained, making him smirk. He sat up, pretending to straighten a tie that wasn’t there.

“Well then, Juno Marsh, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” He said, smiling cheekily as a smiled back. I kissed him, holding his chin and squeezing slightly, smiling from ear to ear at his cuteness.

“Well of course, I mean we’re already married aren’t we?” Kyle smiled wider at my words, remembering our “wedding” we had with ring pops as children.

“Fair point.”

“So, do you guys know if it’s a boy or a girl?” Butters asked, his hands practically glued to my stomach since I sat down. I swear sometimes I think Butters was more excited than me. More excited then Kenny even. I think every time he’s around his hands never leave my stomach.

“No, we’re staying surprised.”

“That’s crazy, so there’s like, a baby in there?” Butters said, holding his cheek against my stomach, surprising both Kyle and I as Cartman looked over with disgust.

“A little demon spawn of ginger Jew genes.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes as he glared at Butters.

“Shut up Cartman.” Kyle threatened, causing Cartman to stick his tongue out at him before looking back at the tv.

“You’re like God!” Butters shouted, moving his head up to smile at Kyle and I.

“Butters, what?” I asked, laughing at his response.

“You’re right, God didn’t grow people, he just pressed a button and they sprouted from the ground.” He explained, placing his head back against my stomach.

“Is that accurate?” Kyle asked, causing me to shrug.

“You’re like, better than god.” He whispered in awe, making me nod in agreement.

“You hear that Stan?” I shouted, hearing Stan scoff all the way from the kitchen. “I'm better than God.”

“Yeah and I'm Jesus.” He shouted back, making my face scrunch up.

“Ew gross, that would mean you’re my son!”

“This is so beautiful, you’re so beautiful it’s crazy.” Kyle whispered, kissing the top of my head softly. “How are you even doing that?” He asked, his hand around my shoulder moving to rest below my stomach, holding it protectively as Butters continued to cling onto me.

“You didn’t hear? I'm god.” I said smugly, smirking at him as he playfully rolled his eyes.

—✧

“AH!” Tweek shouted, causing Craig and I to jump slightly as we both looked over at him. “What if you bruise the baby’s head?” He asked anxiously, referring to the bowl of popcorn that was resting on top of my baby bump. Craig grabbed his arm, rubbing it soothingly to calm him down.

“Relax honey, I’m sure Juno knows what she’s doing.” He reassured, making me raise an eyebrow at him questioningly.

“Oh I have no idea what I’m doing, but I doubt this bowl will bruise the baby’s head.” I said, earning a light shove from Craig.

“Ah! That’s so scary!” He said, grabbing a fistful of his hair nervously. I smiled, feeling a light kicking at the bottom of my stomach. I grabbed Tweeks wrist from his hair and placing it where the baby was kicking. It seemed to calm him down, smiling at the sensation against his hand before his body soothed. Craig placed his hand above Tweeks, smiling.

“I can’t believe you’re gonna be a mom.” He said, shaking his head with disbelief as my face scrunched up.

“Ew, don’t even say that to me.” I said, adjusting slightly as the kicking started to become painful.

“What? It’s true.”

“Yeah but I like to be blissfully unaware for as long as I can.”

“I thought you hated being pregnant.” Craig said, making me nod at him with widened eyes.

“I hate it so much.” That wasn’t necessarily true, I did love it. It made me feel less lonely, important. Like I did have a purpose in this world.

“Yeah, you’ve been so sick lately.” Tweek said, making me shutter.

“Don’t even remind me, just hearing the word sick makes me gag. I just, I wanna have a chill night, with my boys, with no interruptions to worry me.” I explained, earning a pout from Craig. I sighed, laying my head on Tweeks shoulder as I rested my legs onto Craig’s lap. He sighs in response, rubbing soothing patterns against my leg as I closed my eyes, Tweeks head resting against mine.

“Juno!” Kenny yelled, sprinting in through the front door with Stan, causing both Tweek and I to shoot up.

“Ahh!” Tweek shouted, making me hold onto my ear.

“Good lord I think you bruised my eardrum.” I said, as Tweek shook nervously in his spot.

“Why would you do that!?” He shouted at Kenny, causing both boys to shrug.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d be startled.” Kenny said innocently, making Craig roll his eyes.

“Yeah, just run into the room screaming out of nowhere and expect it NOT to scare tweek.” Craig said, making Tweek flip him off.

“You guys are assholes!” He shouted in response, as Stan shook his hands, trying to get my attention back to him.

“Anyway, look June, Kenny can hold this spoon on his nose for 3 minutes.” Stan said excitedly, both boys practically jumping up and down with joy.

“Unimpressed.” I said, making Stan roll his eyes.

“Okay, fine. Well watch this, he can catch popcorn in his mouth from all the way across the room.” Stan said, coming to stand beside me as Kenny braced himself from across that room.

“Uh, Stan..” I said, feeling a churning inside my stomach at the smell from the bowl Stan had.

“Yeah?”

“What kind of popcorn is this?” I asked, holding my chest to try and steady myself.

“White cheddar, why?”

“Oh god.”

I quickly ran to the bathroom, throwing up all of my food from the day into the toilet, resting my head in my arms as I let out small whines of discomfort. I closed the door behind me, not wanting to stress out any of the boys.

“Juno?” Stan called, knocking on the door as he heard my light sobs.

“Go away Stan!”

I could hear him sigh from the other side of the door, before ultimately retreating, saying something to the other guys as they walked away.

—✧

“Hey, Stan called I came home as fast as I can, what’s up?” Kyle asked, carefully peaking his head through the door when he saw my form hunched over the toilet seat. His gaze softened slightly as he tied my hair back into a ponytail, rubbing soft circles into my back.

“You left basketball?” I asked, my voice softening when his hand met my cheek. I frowned at him, which he reciprocated.

“Yeah, it’s no big deal it’s just..”

“Kyle, honey it’s a big game..” I interrupted him, running my hands through his curls, maybe him sigh.

“It’s okay, you’re more important to me.” He said reassuringly, frowning when he noticed the few tears that started dripping down my cheeks.

“Now, what’s wrong?” He asked softly, rubbing his thumb gently across my cheek bone.

“I don’t think the baby likes cheese all too well.” I laid my head against his chest, making him sigh as he tried to soothe my nerves.

“Sick again?”

“I thought this was supposed to end after the first trimester.” I whined into his chest, as Kyle kissed the top of my head.

“I know love, I’m sorry. Want me to get you some water?” He asked, making tears begin to drip down my cheeks. He pulled away when he felt wetness on his shirt, pouting at me when he did.

“Oh, oh please no, don’t cry honey.” He reassured, and I just shook my head, wiping my face haphazardly on my sleeve.

“You’re just so sweet to me. I love you so much Kyle I just, I’ll never love anyone else again.” I cried, hiding my face in my hands. He chuckled slightly at my dramatics, placing his hand on my stomach.

“If I’m being sweet then why are you crying?” He asked, smiling when he felt a few light kicks against his hand.

“Shut up asshole! I’m emotional.” I yelled, pulling away. He raised his hands in defense, causing me to cling onto him and once again hide my face in his chest.

“Yes you are.” Stan said from the door, causing me to turn around. Once I did I noticed that all of the boys were standing at the door. The once cracked slightly open door was now wide open as Stan, Tweek, Kenny and Craig were watching with concern. I threw my middle finger out at Stan.

“Shut up Stan! I swear to god I will shove your phone so far up your ass you’ll be tasting it for a week!” I shouted, Kyle holding me back as I tried to lunge at him.

“Bitch.”

It barely came out as a whisper, but I still heard him. I didn’t know why, I knew he was kidding, Stan and I called each other names all the time. But for some reason, I couldn’t control the tears that streamed down my cheeks.

“Oh why are you crying now?” Craig asked, a look of concern on his face as I hurrying my head once again into Kyle’s already soaked short.

“Stan called me a bitch!” I mumbled against Kyle’s shirt. He shushed me carefully, running his fingers through my hair to try me calm me down.

“I know love, you’re just going through a lot of big emotions right now, it’s okay. He’s sorry, aren’t you Stan?” Kyle said, turning to look at Stan who stood with his arms folded, shaking his head.

“No dude.”

“Say you’re sorry!” Kyle shouted, making Stan flinch slightly.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I love you.”

I smiled up at Stan, seeing a playful smile reciprocated on his face.

“I love you too.” I said, going back to letting Kyle hold me.

“See? All better.”

“Your chest smells pretty.” I mumbled, making Kyle laugh as I let myself relax to the sound of his heartbeat.

“How many more months of this?” Craig whispered to Kenny, making him shake his head as all the boys watched in fear.

“Oh god I hope not too many.” He replied, Stan shaking his head as well.

She gave me a wet Willy two days ago cause I ate her grapes. I still have a bruise.” Stan explained, earning looks of confusion from everyone.

“You don’t get bruises from a wet Willy idiot.” Craig teased, rolling his eyes. Stan stared straight ahead, a scared look on his face.

“From Juno you do…from Juno you do.”

—✧

[kozmicxblues]

1,000-word preview of a steddie fic I'd like to write soon (ideally after I've finished at least one of the WIPs I already have going 💀) where Steve is a firefighter/single father and he hires Eddie as a nanny to look after Dustin.

Eddie’s knee was bouncing under the table. He hasn’t been this nervous about a job interview in years. Hasn’t had a reason to be. But after two weeks of rejected applications, he was desperate. He needed this to work. Needed something long term. His savings had been enough to secure the first three months rent on his new apartment, but that wouldn’t last forever.

The man sitting across from him — Steve, it wouldn’t win him any points if he forgot the guy’s name — seemed completely unbothered. And why wouldn’t he be? The stakes weren’t nearly as catastrophic for him as they were for Eddie. He probably had a list of applicants, undoubtedly all more qualified for the job than Eddie, waiting to be called next. One of them might even be on their way to the coffee shop now, ready to step in when Eddie bombed.

If. If Eddie bombed.

Which you won’t, Chrissy’s voice in his head reminded him. You were practically made for this job.

Steve was looking over Eddie’s resume, his forehead pinched. Not that Eddie blamed him. It wasn’t exactly the kind of resume you turn in for a nanny position.

“You were a line cook at a diner for eleven years,” Steve observed.

“Yeah, back in my hometown.”

He’d worked at Benny’s so long, the man was practically family. He’d made it clear when Eddie left Hawkins that he’d always have a job waiting for him. But Eddie knew he could never take him up on the offer. He needed to make things work here.

“Why the change?” Steve asked. It was open-ended, whether he meant the change of location or change of career. Likely both.

“My ex got a promotion. Had to move cities, but it was a great offer. Couldn’t really turn it down. Wouldn’t expect her to. But the whole thing happened pretty fast. I barely had time to find a place to stay before I moved out here.”

Eddie had definitely said something wrong, because the worried wrinkle on Steve’s forehead deepened.

“So you… Quit your job and moved out here… Because you’re following your ex…” Ah, yeah. Eddie definitely messed up that story. Now he just sounded like a stalker.

“We have a kid. I probably should’ve led with that.”

Eddie fumbled his phone out of his pocket to show Steve his background. It was one of his favorite photos of Max. It was taken on her seventh birthday. She sat in his lap and he had his arms wrapped around her to guide her hands on the mini guitar she’d gotten from Wayne.

“This is Max.” He couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he pointed at the screen. “This is from a few years back. She just turned nine last month, so she’s not much older than your son.”

Steve studied the picture, the worry lines on his face smoothing out.

“We share custody, but she lives with Chrissy most of the year. So where Chrissy goes, Max goes.”

“And where Max goes, you go,” Steve finished. He was looking at Eddie, his gaze softer than it had been when they’d sat down. “I understand. I’d do the same for Dustin.”

Eddie let out a long, slow breath. He rolled his shoulders back, trying to relieve some of the tension.

“Yeah, so… I may not have a degree in child psychology or whatever, but I promise I know what I’m doing. Years of on-the-job training, you could call it. I’m good with kids. I know how to cook. I’ve had to deal with just about every child-related emergency there is, from losing a favorite toy to Legos stuck up the nose.”

That got a laugh out of Steve. He drummed his fingers on the table, attention back on Eddie’s resume.

“I’m a firefighter,” he said. “Which means I work twenty-four-hour shifts, two or three days a week. Shifts changeover at seven, which means you’d need to be at the house early so you could get Dustin to school. And you’d need to spend the night, obviously. We have a guest room that you could stay in.”

Steve paused, forehead pinched in thought again.

“I don’t know what your custody schedule is like, but Max is welcome to stay over when the days overlap. We have plenty of room. As long as you and her mom are comfortable with that.”

“Yeah, yes,” Eddie was quick to agree. “We can work something out.”

“Are you free for dinner tonight?”

The question caught him off guard. He fumbled for a moment before answering.

“Uh, yeah. I should be.”

Steve was digging through the messenger bag beside him. He brought out a piece of paper and scribbled something across it.

“Come by around six.” He slid the paper to Eddie. It was a business card for some journalist, with Steve’s address scrawled on the back. “You can meet Dustin. See if it’s a good fit.”

Steve stood up and gathered his things. Eddie hurried to follow him.

“Yeah, definitely. I’ll be there. Should I bring anything?”

Steve smiled. It changed his whole face. Made it softer, more welcoming. Handsome, his brain supplied unhelpfully. Definitely had to lock that one away. Be professional. Remember your priorities, Eddie.

“Just yourself. And Max, if you want. She and Dustin are probably in the same grade. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve met already.”

“Right.” Eddie stood there with the business card in his hand. Clutching it like the lifeline it was. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I’m not saying you have the job. Just… Let’s start with dinner, see where we go from there.”

“Okay. I can do that.”

Steve held out a hand to shake. When Eddie took it, he felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Steve said. He dropped Eddie’s hand and made his way out of the coffee shop. Eddie stood there for a minute longer, staring at the door Steve had disappeared through.

“See you tonight.”

[jamiewintons]

Separation Anxiety (Jamie Winton/Reader)

Summary: You have to go away on a trip for work, and Jamie misses you. A lot.

Tags/Warnings: A bit of angst, eventual fluff, Jamie/Layla mentions and one Jamie/Layla flashback.

A/N: I’m back, baby!! To the anon that requested this, I hope you enjoy, and also that your bf comes back to you soon (if he hasn’t already). This is the first thing I’ve written in quite a long time, so I hope it’s passable haha. As always, reblogs, comments and asks are very much appreciated!

Word Count: 1808

Jamie Tag List: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @the-fandomgremlin, @glow-inthe-darkstarz, @definetlynotasmutaccount, @jamiewintonmybeloved, @clydethesnake, @alinearecta, @notwhateveriwasbefore.

*

Jamie would never try and tell you what you could or couldn’t do. You needed to go on this trip for your job, and of course he wasn’t going to try and make you stay behind purely because of his own anxiety. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t worried. After losing Layla all those years ago, he was sure that he’d never fall in love again, but you were the one who proved him wrong. If he lost you too, well… he wasn’t sure what would happen, but he knew it wouldn’t be good.

Nothing bad was going to happen to you, he told himself over and over. It was only a week long trip, and you promised to call him every night, so you could talk about your day. Hearing your voice through the phone soothed his anxieties, but he longed to have you back in his arms, safe and sound. Each day at work he would stare at his phone background - a photo of the two of you together, and the way you’re looking at him makes his heart melt - trying to stop himself from thinking that something could happen.

On Friday, you were due back, and Jamie was in a good mood all day. As soon as he got home from work he was planning everything for your return - preparing your favourite dinner, with candles and a bottle of wine you’d been saving for a special occasion -but just before your plane was due to take off, he heard his phone ringing. Your name and photo popped up on his phone screen, and he picked it up and answered immediately.

“Hey, love,” Jamie said into the phone, smiling so widely that his cheeks were already starting to ache with effort.

“Hi, Jamie… I have some bad news,” you said into the phone, letting out a sigh. Jamie felt his heart rate picking up as he considered every possible terrifying scenario that could have occurred. What if you were robbed and lost your ticket, meaning you couldn’t get on the plane? Or you got kidnapped and were ringing him with the kidnapper’s demands? Or— Jamie took a deep breath, hoping to calm himself down so he could just talk to you.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, trying not to sound like the complete nervous wreck that he was. He paced around the room, his palms sweating as he clutched the phone to his ear. “Are you okay?”

“I’m safe, babe, don’t worry. But my flight’s been cancelled. Something about some storm that’s brewing. So I’m not going to be home for a couple more days; Monday, probably.” Jamie felt his heart sink and some tears well up in his eyes when he heard this. You weren’t going to be back with him tonight, or tomorrow or the next day… he’d have to wait until Monday to see you again. He was silent for a few moments, until your voice broke him out of his trance. “Jamie? Are you alright?”

“Y-yes! Of course, I’m fine,” Jamie lied, his voice breaking slightly. He wiped away some tears from his cheek with the hand he wasn’t using to hold his phone. “I was just looking forward to seeing you again. But after a week apart, what’s a couple more days?”

The two of you spoke for a few more minutes, while Jamie tried to sound as cheerful as possible. He didn’t want you to feel guilty, it's not like the storm was your fault, but he couldn’t help but feel upset. Eventually you ended the conversation, both saying ‘I love you’ to each other, before hanging up the phone.

Once you’d hung up, Jamie put his phone down on the kitchen counter. He sighed heavily, burying his face in his hands, trying to keep himself from crying. Taking a few deep breaths, he looks around the kitchen at the dinner he’d been preparing. It wasn’t going to last until you got back on Monday, so he’d have to cook it for himself and eat it alone. He put the wine away and blew out the candles. It would be a bit silly to eat alone with this romantic setup. Once the dinner was cooked, he sat down at the dining table, eating as much as he could. Jamie found that he wasn’t that hungry, so he barely ate a few mouthfuls before putting the leftovers away in the fridge.

Jamie went to bed early, but it took him longer than usual to get to sleep. He found himself staring at the photo of you that he kept on the bedside table, stroking his thumb over the image of your face as he wished you were there beside him, wrapped up in his arms. After what felt like forever, he drifted off into a dreamless and somewhat fitful slumber, until he awoke the next day.

Saturday and Sunday weren’t particularly interesting. He’d made a few plans for the two of you to spend time together, so without you there, he was somewhat directionless. Dave quickly noticed that Jamie was wallowing, and convinced him to play some video games for a bit to distract himself. But Jamie wasn’t too enthusiastic, and ended up giving up after about 20 minutes of Dave destroying him in Super Smash Bros. He talked to you on the phone both nights, which made him feel a bit calmer for a while, allowing him to get to sleep.

On Monday, Jamie was anxiously excited for you to return. Your flight was due at around 3pm, so he planned on taking the rest of the day off work once he’d picked you up. He couldn’t keep himself from staring at the clock on his phone, which made the hours feel infinitely slower. It got to the point where he ended up putting his phone away so he’d stop staring at it, but once he’d done that, he just kept glancing at his watch instead.

Jamie arrived at the airport at around 2pm. He knew that it was probably too early for him to be there, but he wanted to make sure he was there on time to see you as soon as you walked through the gate. Besides, he’d wait as long as he needed to if it meant seeing you again.

Then, it was 3pm. Your plane hadn’t landed yet, and Jamie felt his heart begin to race again. If he were in a more logical state of mind, he’d tell himself that planes were late all of the time; it wasn’t a big deal. But in reality, it was at that moment - when he looked over towards the coffee shop - that he started to think about the last time he was here. Probably the most terrifying day of his life.

~

Jamie had a massive grin on his face as he and Layla - just back from their two week-long honeymoon - stepped through the gate into the bustling airport. Layla had been very quiet on the flight back, like there was something on her mind, but when Jamie asked she insisted that she was just tired.

As they walked towards the front doors of the airport, eager to start their married life together properly, Layla stopped in her tracks all of a sudden. Jamie stopped as well, looking down at her in concern.

“How about I go and grab us some coffee, and you bring the car around. I think we both need some caffeine after that flight. Meet you outside?” Layla suggested, and Jamie leaned in to kiss her on the cheek.

“Of course, love.” He gently pushed some stray strands of hair away from her face, looking at her with an adoring gaze. “Don’t be gone too long. I’ll miss you.”

Little did Jamie know those would be the last words he’d say to his wife of only two weeks. Layla never came back with the coffee, and Jamie had spent almost five hours outside, sitting in the car, hoping that she’d return. But she didn’t.

~

As Jamie thought of that day - the day that had ruled his life, and had convinced him that he could never be happy again until he met you - he slipped into an almost trance-like state as he relived the horrible memory. He didn’t even realise that some tears had been forming in his eyes until he heard a familiar voice speaking to him, which snapped him back to reality.

“Are you okay, babe?” you asked, as you looked up at him with brows furrowed in concern. Jamie felt his heart leap with joy as he saw you, and without even thinking, he cupped your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours, savouring the feeling of your presence once again.

Once Jamie pulled back from the kiss, he couldn’t keep the massive grin off his face, a few tears rolling down his cheeks. “I’m wonderful, love. Absolutely wonderful. You’re here - what could be better than that?”

“Aww, Jamie. You’re so sweet,” you said with a giggle, taking his hand in yours and intertwining your fingers. Jamie looked down at your joined hands and smiled, his heart warming at the sight. Somehow, this simple touch made up for the time you’d been apart, and suddenly, all he could feel was happiness.

“I missed you so much. I know it was only a week and a bit, but it felt like forever,” Jamie admitted, his cheeks flushing a little in embarrassment. He didn’t want to sound too needy or clingy, but he knew it was important to let you know how he felt.

“I know! It was awful!” you replied, letting out an exasperated sigh. Jamie took your suitcase and carried it as the two of you walked out of the airport, towards his car. “When they told me about that storm, I nearly had a breakdown because all I wanted was to come back home to you. You know, I don’t think I want to spend one more night without you beside me.”

Jamie’s eyes widened, but once he recovered from the initial shock, his expression softened. “Love, is that your way of asking if we can move in together?”

“Maybe,” you said bashfully, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “I mean, if that would be okay with you.”

“Of course it’s okay with me, more than okay. It sounds perfect.” Jamie’s entire body felt warm, thanks to the joy of knowing you felt the exact same way he did. He wanted to pick you up and spin you around, but he decided it was best to resist the urge, since you were in the airport car park.

“I love you, Jamie,” you told him softly as the two of you packed your luggage into the boot of Jamie’s car.

“I love you too, sweetheart. More than anything.”

[dovetart]

So, I might’ve been fired from my job because of my disability but I’m not quite sure because they’re not communicating with me.

So, long story short (not really, I accidentally wrote a lot here lmao), I got a survival job at a grocery store pushing carts. At the time I wasn’t really fully aware of just how physically disabled I was. I knew I had chronic pain and fatigue but for some reason I thought taking such a physically taxing job would be ok? Idk maybe I was thinking more of my mental disabilities, thinking it could lessen the barriers that I have with those disabilities (which it didn’t lol my mental health is always bad but it definitely got worse in a few ways while working that job). Or maybe I was just reinforcing that toxic mindset that’s been hammered into me my whole life to just ignore my pain and push through it. Like, I needed that job to be able to get off the street and get an apartment and I was so desperate I decided to ignore the fact that it would be bad for my mental and physical health.

But after working this job I finally cannot deny it anymore. I’m disabled. Which, looking back on my whole life, it should’ve been obvious because I was always struggling with pain and fatigue. I’ve never been able to have a job for a long time. I can’t stand for longer than 4 hours, even then I’m still in a lot of pain. And I don’t have a car so I still have to muster up the strength to walk back home and then pass out on my bed for the rest of the day. The only way that I have survived this far is by taking copious amounts of pain killers so then the pain in more of a dull ache that I can ignore better.

And after a really bad day of work; a coworker yelled at me because I was resting before clocking out so I could have strength to walk home after a 5 hour shift, I cried… of course… and since I was already struggling emotionally that day I went home and had a psychotic meltdown where I almost ended myself. And after that I was talking to my therapist and she agreed that I shouldn’t be working. That I should take some time off. That my life and health was more important than this job. And, me, who is already someone who doesn’t like corporate companies and (thanks of years of therapy) now knows my worth, of course agreed with that and talked with my career counselor to work things out with my job so I could take the week off. I specifically told her that I needed a week off and then after that I was planning on talking to management to try to get accommodations and then work on getting onto disability while still working so I can still have an apartment. Then after I get on disability then THATS when I would quit, y’know?

But, evidently my career counselor told them “I don’t know how long they’ll be out for” even tho I clearly told her a WEEK. And, after just a couple days, I was talking on the phone with my doctor, trying to get a permission slip to take the week off (which, unrelated, why does it take so long to get something like that when I’m in a crisis and needed it right there and then 😭) when my work called me. And since I had used up all my energy that day talking to both my therapist and doctor over the phone, I didn’t call them back.

But… erm… I wasn’t scheduled this week. And I was like “ok, maybe they got my doctors note and that’s why got off this week also.” But I haven’t been scheduled for next week either… and I usually get my schedule for the next week by now. And I’m starting to think that phone call I missed BECAUSE I WAS TALKING TO MY DOCTOR was them calling because I missed my shift that day and it might’ve been them telling me I was fired because I missed it.

And it’s starting to make me nervous because I legitimately do need money. And I’m starting to get scared that I will be homeless again. I have no where to go if something like this is happening. And I think it’d be hard to get another job especially since I now know that I legitimately can’t work because of my disabilities.

And my new social worker… omg it’s so unprofessional… I was supposed to start meeting them back in July, but I haven’t heard ANYTHING from them and it’s September now. My therapist even tried to get in contact with them, said they would contact me, but they STILL HAVEN’T!!! And it would be really nice if I could get a social worker because that would help me out a lot. Like I definitely can’t fight to get onto disability all on my own, I can barely make phone calls!

And I’m not going to lie, I don’t think my career counselor or doctor realize how bad I’m doing right now. My therapist does and it feels like she’s the one always trying to get in contact with those other "professionals" to tell them to do their jobs because what I'm going through is legitimately effecting me horribly. But, I'm too good at pretending I'm doing fine when in reality I feel like I'm dying. I think that's why I was denied disability last time, because I masked too well during my evaluation smh Feel's like no one will take me seriously when I tell them how much I struggle.

Worst part is, is that I don’t even know what physically disability I have because I’ve been undiagnosed my whole life with like everything that I have because my parents refused to take me to the doctor as much as possible and never ever let me get a therapist until I was forced to because I ran away, tried to end myself and then was sent to the hospital by the police. What sucks is that all the experiences I have had with doctors and medical environments have all been quite traumatizing and filled with medical malpractice and gaslighting, so I’m not even sure my doctor will believe me. And idk if I would even trust her. No I don’t. I don’t trust most medical professionals. In fact I have had blood tests taken with this doctor already and my results all “came back normal” so “there’s nothing wrong with me,” right? (There is definitely something going on with my body here…)

And, I’m still not sure if I’m fired or not because they don’t communicate with me. Like, no offense, but l feel like they should put more effort than just one phone call that’s easy to miss, no voicemail or anything, to tell me that I’m fired. But what else am I supposed to assume when they’ve gone radio silent on me? I’m going to wait for the end of the week to see if I do eventually get a schedule… but after that I’m for sure contacting my career counselor to figure things out and start working on getting a new job.

I’m just mad that I possibly lost a job because of something I can’t control. But a part of me isn’t that mad because that job was taking SO much from me.

Idk but I’m just going through a real shit time right now. I mean, when am I not, right lol I’ve been struggling with this my whole life, and I’m tired of fighting. Part of me thinks I would be better off dead than having to continue to try to prove to others that I’m “disabled enough” to get accommodations. I really don’t want to be homeless again. Trying hard to survive today and focus on one day at a time.

Sorry, I don’t usually make posts like this. I just needed to get this off my chest somewhere. Thanks if you read all the way through.

[mrhaitch]

Hihi! This is my first ever ask for you, and I’m quite nervous actually, (I was when I was sending one to Haitch too, I kinda look up to both of you in more ways than one and both of your writing makes my brain tingle✨)

So, my question is more along the lines of seeking your opinion as I feel, you might be the best person who can answer this. (Haitch is welcome to answer it too…I will def appreciate it)

So, being a straight-A student all my life, I made the people around me surprised and kinda miffed when I announced that I wanted a degree in English literature, when any college possible was readily accepting me for any degree in science (which the people around me were subtly nudging me towards. I mean I’m an Asian..it’s a given that they expected me to inevitably go for the most obvious choice)

After six years of grueling and being told over and over that my career has no fruitful future in my country, and an undergrad degree later, I am just a year away from completing and getting a masters degree in English literature. And the self doubt is finally setting in. There are moments where I feel like is it even worth it? Because my end goal is to become a professor.

And I know that it’s gonna be a mediocre pay—which is not the source of my worries, honestly I love literature too much to care—the thing that worries me is, the amount of time it’s gonna take to reach the said end goal.

See, in my country, you gotta clear a national level competitive exam to get a chance to even be an assistant professor in any university. The pass rate is low so to speak. And then I gotta start my PhD. So the thing that scares me is, what If after so much toiling and feeling like I’ve been doing nothing but study, for the entirety of my life, what if I end up actually hating the thing I love?

I just can’t help but feel a bit lost, and I’m scared about losing face in front of the people I stood up against. So as a person who has been a professor—of English literature no less— I need you to lay it straight to me.

Is it worth it? Should I keep going? Because to be honest, keeping my worries aside, I have been eagerly looking forward to that little me I envisioned doing something I love.

Because all this endless studying (I’ve also been trying to learn French since the last 4 years) is giving me a little burnout.

Okay. First things first, take a deep breath as it sounds like you're putting yourself under a lot of pressure so take a moment.

Academia is highly demanding, competitive, undervalued, and underpaid as career paths go. Much of the work you'll do (research, applying for grants, etc) will be unpaid and you'll do it for the love of it, and because it's the only way to secure and keep your job. I'm still very early in my career - I taught for two years and still haven't secured a permanent post as my publishing record still isn't to the required standard. It's likely that I'll be spending the next two to five years undertaking unpaid research, pursuing publications, and attending conferences in my own time and with my own money - all with the hope it'll get me a permanent position.

It still might not.

Even if I do succeed what awaits me is an ever dwindling pension rate, the promise of grotesque levels of overwork and an ever diversifying workload where academics are being required to take on more and more administrative tasks, ON TOP of their research, teaching, and pastoral responsibilities.

And no one will thank me - in the UK academics are heavily criticised by the press and the public at large.

But I'll still do it, I'll still chase it.

The main question is why? (Or as I had to say in terrible workshops I was forced to run in my previous job: 'what's your why?')

Academia is like healthcare, or policing, or social work, or any traditional vocational role: you tend to already know if it's what you want, and what you're going to push yourself beyond all reason to get to. You know it's hard, and unpleasant, and thankless, but part of you doesn't care - you'll likely do it anyway.

Burn out is a risk, as it is with any demanding career paths. You'll likely have many moments where you'll want to quit, or take up sewing, or anything at all that isn't what you're currently doing. There'll also be moments where it all feels worth it - looking out across a classroom and seeing a student fully understand what you're saying, that they get it; or having colleagues read your work and engage with it like it's a valuable contribution; or speaking in front of an engaged audience who value and appreciate what you're doing.

I have no definitive answers for you. I don't know your situation, I don't know your country or what the academic culture is there - I can only speak from my own experiences and from what I know.

What I can say is this: if this is what you want, truly and deeply, then go in with both eyes open. Never forget the challenges or the problems, never let yourself be lulled into a fantasy: know what you're doing and your reasons for doing it. Do it because you love it, because you'll need that love. Do it because you have something to say, something to put out into the world because that will be the thing that keeps you going when it's hard.

If this is what you want, be prepared to fail and fail often. Be prepared to be frustrated, and for people to suggest you quit and try something else (they mean well, mostly).

But also be prepared to be utterly smitten with and moved by your work, by your students, by that feeling of contributing to the ever deepening well of human knowledge. It's beautiful, it's bad, but it's beautiful.

[safetycar-restart]

I’ve been thinking thoughts.

1) Sub!Charles sometimes has trouble falling asleep. Whether it’s jet lag, race jitters, Ferrari stress, sometimes poor baby can’t get his mind to shut off. But there’s always one perfect remedy. Eat mommy’s pussy. He loves it so much because your thighs are warm, he can relax and keep his eye closed and just keep up with some sweet kitten licks. Maybe he gets so relaxed that he falls asleep on your pussy because he’s finally able to get rid of all his thoughts. Perfect sweet sleepy sub.

2)Scissoring boypussy!charles. Maybe this comes after the experience of the double ended dildo. He heard about it once and he’s been so nervous to try it because what if it’s too weird or what if you’re turned off by the idea. But he wants to experience what it’s like to have you so close to him like that. Maybe it’s not just a sex act for him but the highest form of intimacy.

3)Double ended dildo, but this time with Pierre and Bunny. I can totally see Bunny being mesmerized by Pierre fucking himself and Bunny and both of them are wriggling along the length of the dildo trying to find a rhythm and position that work.

3)What if sub!charles sees how naughty/cheeky Lando can be with his dom and is inspired to be a little naughty too. Maybe he tries teasing mommy by wearing his pretty skirts and dresses without panties and finding the opportune time to bend over a ‘accidentally’ flash mommy. Or he tries to play with himself while waiting for mommy to walk through the door and find him. Key word is try because he’s nervous but also it just doesn’t feel as good as having mommy’s permission. But he’s just curious to see what happens. If mommy would actually punish him, what would she do? Because he trusts mommy 100% to not give him a harsh and scary punishment because he isn’t into the heavy stuff. So what would his punishment be?

These have been my thoughts. Thank you for your time 🫡

I... anon you just... you just dropped three masterpieces on me?? You didn't even leave an emoji oh my fucking god. Anon if you want to send other thoughts... you better claim a fucking emoji it is a requirement!! The leaders of the bunny cult will be hunting you until you claim one.

But okay okay let's do this. I'm gonna talk about each these concepts separately because they're all so good and I am obsessed with each of them.

CONCEPT ONE:

Firstly, I definitely agree that Charles struggles to sleep quite a bit due to jet lag. And I also think he struggles to function properly when he hasn't had enough sleep? He tends to become very whiney and sensitive when he's too tired, easily brought to tears and really just wanting cuddles from his mommy until he falls asleep.

So needless to say, it's very important to try and keep a good sleep schedule for Charles and to make sure he gets enough sleep. But sometimes his schedule is all out of whack from traveling and his mind wont quieten down and the poor thing just cant sleep.

And the absolute best way to help him fall asleep is absolutely to let him eat you out. To be honest he doesnt even do a very good job, it's mostly just light kitten licks and occasional suck on your clit but he's just so happy, all warm and safe between your thighs and so so comfy as he licks you.

He often falls asleep like that, and you just let him because the sweet thing needs his sleep. And then when he wakes up, he always looks surprised that he's between your thighs but then immediately starts licking you again because he's not gonna miss an opportunity to taste his mommy.

CONCEPT TWO:

Of course boypussy Charles wants to try scissoring! He just wants to be as close to you as possible and the idea of it just sounds so good? Even if it doesnt feel mind-blowing, it's still so good because he gets to be so close to you.

Obviously he's on the bottom, because he cannot be expected to do all the work he is far too cute for that. He must simply lay there and cling to you and cry out as he feels so good.

It's not something he asks for all the time, because nothing beats the feeling of you fucking him with a strap. But it is something he requests when he wants to feel safe and close to you?

OPTION THREE:

Bunny and Pierre using a double dildo? That’s definitely something planned by you and Pierre. You both know that bunny would lose his little mind at the mere suggestion.

You leave the dildo on the bed and bring Charles into the room and poor little bunny has no idea what’s happening when he sees the longest dildo he’s ever seen on the bed. You try to get him to guess what is happening, but poor bunny can’t be expected to use his braincell!! He thought he was coming to scene with his mommy and his Pierre so the braincell is very much turned off. He’s in subby bunny mode, not thinking mode!!

When you explain it to him, he’s so excited? He can’t think of anything better. Of course pierre has to do all the work, poor little bunny can barely keep himself up nevermind actually fuck back against the dildo.

It’s so hard to find a rhythm, mostly because bunny can’t keep a rhythm. You and Pierre don’t mind at all though, because this is exactly what you and Pierre wanted.

It’s absolutely amazing by the end of course, making bunny feel so good and the knowledge that each time he moves, the dildo also fucks Pierre just blows his little mind.

Of course you stay close the whole time, kissing them and praising them and playing with their cocks until there’s a little puddle of cum under both Pierre and bunny.

SCENARIO FOUR:

Firstly, lando would absolutely be such a tease! Always flashing his Dom and masturbating without permission and just being so naughty so that he has to be punished.

Which isn’t who Charles is AT ALL. Charles is a good boy, and he would NEVER disobey his mommy. But lando keeps on saying how much his Dom loves punishing him and fucking him hard and so Charles starts to think that maybe you want that too? Maybe you would like him to break some rules and be a little naughty?

The ironic thing is that you don’t even have a rule that Charles can’t masturbate on his own? Because he’s such a horny little thing and he’s so good that you want him to feel good as often as he wants. But he always asks for permission anyway, because he always feels so much better when he has your permission and knows that his mommy approves.

But he decides to try masturbating without asking you, and maybe he wears a pretty little skirt that he knows you love and makes sure he does it at a time that you’ll walk in on him.

And the poor thing is so nervous? He’s stroking his cock but he can’t even make himself use the dildo he picked because it’s the dildo you always fuck him with and he can’t do it right himself.

You walk in of course, and he expects you to be mad and punish him. But you would never punish your sweet boy for making himself feel good!! And he looks so cute in his pretty skirt with his hard cock. Like a perfect present for you to play with.

Except he’s so scared because he thinks he’s gonna be punished and he’s realising that he absolutely can’t be punished. He’s a good boy!! But he’s been so bad, he dressed up and he played with himself and he didn’t have his mommy’s permission.

But you quickly jump into the bed and praise him so much, promising him that he’s done so well and he looks so good and you’d love for him to carry on playing with himself because you love for him to feel good.

Needless to say, he never acts out again because he’s a good boy. Not a bad boy. Not like lando.

[blithesharem]

@starry-miki tagged me in a 15 questions game so here it is! I ended up making a new post because the thread was giving me trouble with copying and pasting 😭

Thank you for the tag love ;v;

01 - Are you named after anyone?

Nope! My name is Hebrew that my parents thought was pretty.

02 - When was the last time you cried?

Tbh I kind of struggle with crying aksk like even when I know I need a good cry I can’t make it happen. I think the last time I cried was when I got the medical bill for a procedure I had done in January LOL love being an American.

03 - Do you have kids?

Not yet but I hope to have one in the near future.

04 - What sports do you play/have you played?

I did exactly one day of Cross Country Running in high school and immediately quit. I’ve always been bad at sports. Just not my strong suit. I was a big theater kid which still gave me plenty of a work out!

05 - Do you use sarcasm?

Yes though I have a habit of saying things as dry and straight as possible so people have to pause to understand if I’m joking because it tickles me.

But also I mean who doesn’t use sarcasm every once in a while.

06 - What is the first thing you notice about people?

Hmm you know reflecting on it I think I notice peoples clothes first. I think an outfit can tell you a lot about someone and I like to compliment people I don’t know so that’s usually a good place to start.

After that it would probably be their posture: are they relaxed? Nervous? Aggressive? I take my cues from that as to how I need to behave.

07 - What's your eye color?

Just a plain boring brown ;v; I’ve always been envious of other eye colors

08 - Scary movies or happy endings?

I mean I love a good happy ending but I have to go Scary Movies. I am the resident Spooky Girl in my community.

09 - Any talents?

This is such an interesting question because to me the word ‘talent’ implies something inate rather than learned as a skill would be. I don’t think I have any proper talents in that sense.

But I did memorize pi to 17 digits for a play a few years ago and I still whip that out at parties: 3.14159265358979323

10 - Where were you born?

In the Bay Area of California!

11 - What are your hobbies?

I collect hobbies as my hobby lol. Besides the staples like reading, cooking and video games, I also enjoy crochet, cross stitch, painting, print making…starting to play around a bit with felting too!

12 - Do you have any pets?

Two girl kitties, Coven and Cricket! Coven is wily and clever as a whip and Cricket is my big love bug. They’re both good girls and I love being home with them ;v;

13 - How tall are you?

5’3 I’m a shorty

14 - Favourite subject in school?

In High School it was English, and in college it was my anthropology classes. I was deeply considering becoming an anthropologist for a bit!

15 - Dream job?

I LOVE my current job as a historical art gallery manager. But if I had to pick a dream job it would be a food writer of some kind. I’d love to be paid to travel and write about the food and history of different places.

Thanks again for the tag! No pressure tags for those interested: @cyanide-latte @alpine-forget-me-nots @tixdixl @ramshacklerumble