#Okay wait actually I lied there was like one day I didn't watch the movie because a season of race to the edge came out and I had to watch

[the-halfling-prince]

Me: what I'm totally neurotypical idk what you're talking about-

The the little annoying voice inside my head that I argue with for fun: Remember that summer after eighth grade where you watched How to Train Your Dragon four times every single day for two months and by the time summer was over you could quote the entire goddamn movie by heart?

Me: what that didn't- This is Berk, it's twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It is located solidly on the meridian of mis-

[strangersteddierthings]

What's Eight Plus Seven?

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five

Alright y'all. We had the hurt, let's get some comfort started.

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Steve leans against his door, expecting Eddie to follow him upstairs to continue their argument because Eddie's never been one to back down from an argument as far as Steve can tell, so he's using his weight to keep the door shut. It takes about five minutes of just leaning against the door before he hears a few light knocks on the door. He pretends he didn't hear them and soon starts to hear Eddie monologue-ing on the other side. He thinks he hears a 'sorry' and an 'I fucked up' but he doesn't really tune in until Eddie says something about cancelling Hellfire.

Spinning quickly, he yanks the door open and says, "You better not fucking cancel!"

"What? Don't you, like, want me out of your house?" Eddie looks startled and sounds confused.

"What I want is for the kids to get to play Dungeons and Dorks for an afternoon, just getting to be kids and fight against monsters that can't actually kill them," Steve says as he goes to put his hands on his hips (a move that Robin calls his Bitch Stance) but realizes he can't while still holding a book, so instead he folds his arms across his chest, cradling the book to his body.

He waits for Eddie to call him out for saying dorks instead of dragons, but Eddie just blinks at him, quiet for a moment before he says, "Oh. Uh, okay then. I'll just, uhh, I'll be back closer to noon, then. For the game."

"Don't you have prep to do?" Steve knows he's trying to pick a fight now but he's angry, and sad, and hurt underneath it all. Also, he doesn't understand the change in Eddie suddenly. Ten-ish minutes ago Eddie had shouted back I wasn’t exactly wrong, was I? You were a jock, a bully even! Where is that anger now?

"No. Not, uh, not really," Eddie says, avoiding meeting Steve's gaze, face turning a very light pink. "I was- I mean, yes, there was prep, but I did a majority of that already and what's left will take maybe three minutes so..."

Steve's confused now, still trying to cling to his anger. "But you called and asked if it was okay to come early specifically for that reason."

Eddie doesn't respond right away. He turns around to walk to the wall opposite Steve's door and thump his forehead against it. Steve is perplexed by the behavior (but he's been perplexed by Eddie since finding him at Reefer Rick's) so he just watches in silence as Eddie heaves a sigh and turns around to slump against the wall, facing Steve once again. He runs a hand through his hair, then drags that hand back forward and down his face. "Yeah. I did do that."

"So, what, you lied? Why?"

"I just wanted to hang out," Eddie whispers, like it almost hurts him to say out loud, which is such a weird thing to hear because it makes Eddie seem small in a way Steve's never seen him. Even during spring break Eddie was never small or quiet; his fear manifested as shouting, for fuck's sake. It chips away at the last of Steve's anger. He's long past the days of kicking someone when they're down.

"You... wanted to hang out," Steve repeats before heaving a sigh of his own, long-suffering man that he is. Maybe it is time to bury the hatchet and actual deal with this. If nothing else, it'll result in Steve being less defensive around Eddie when everyone hangs out, like for movie night or BBQs. Also, he knows that Dustin will never let him know another day of peace once he learns that Eddie and Steve don't get along as well as he wants them to so he says, "Listen, I think we've got some shit to hash out, or whatever, so that should probably be done or, like, things are going to be weird when we all hang out, but I can't do that right now, man. So, stay or go, just make that game happen at noon. I'm going to stay up here."

Eddie nods, weirdly sullen and quiet again, as he says, "Yeah. Umm, maybe after the game? If you're feeling up to it."

"Sure. After."

Eddie raps his knuckles against the wall behind him twice before pushing off and heading back towards the stairs. He pauses to look over his shoulder and say, "If you wanna watch, or listen in, or something, I don't think anyone will mind." And then he's heading down the stairs.

Retreating back to his room, Steve tosses the book onto his bed before flopping face first next to it. He groans into his comforter before reaching for the book. He props himself up on his elbows and stares down at the cover before opening it to see Christopher's handwriting on the inside cover.

It's been years since he thought about Christopher and even longer since he's laid eyes on the books. He was so sure his mom had just gotten rid of them. All this time, they'd been right where he left them, shoved just far enough back to be out of sight on the shelf. His last link to Christopher.

That's not true, Steve scolds himself. His cousins, Amber and Robert, are still alive and in Washington. His grandparents still live on that farm in Michigan. Steve just hasn't seen them since the funeral.

He hadn't gone back to the farm the summer after freshman year, or any year since. His parents thought he was old enough to stay home for a whole month in the summer alone now, instead of paying to ship him off to his grandparents. Steve's old enough now to know that was why he'd spent a month every year out on the farm; so his parents could go off on longer work trips. Once they'd decided Steve was old enough to stay alone for the summer, that quickly reached other seasons and by the time Steve was a junior, the were gone more than they were home.

He doesn't even remember when he last spoke to them in person. He thinks the last phone call was right after Starcourt. It was just to make sure Steve got to job hunting, since his place of employment had burned down and the bills wouldn't pay themselves. Which is true. He doesn't have to pay rent, but all the utilities are in his name now.

Jesus, he doesn't want to be thinking about them.

He goes back to the book, flipping through the pages absently. Halfway through the book he finds a couple folded pieces of paper tucked close to the spine. He doesn't have to open them to know exactly what they are.

It's the character sheets he'd made.

He closes the book back atop them and rolls over to face his ceiling. He wants to call Robin, but the phones are downstairs and he doesn't want to go down there just yet. He also kinda wants to cry. To get rid of all these emotions about Christopher, and Freshman First Day, and Eddie.

Fucking Eddie. Who haunts Steve's thoughts more than he'd like because despite the grudge Steve has been holding, Eddie has been fun to be around and so good with the kids, especially Dustin. Fuck, after having watched Dustin break down when they thought he was dead- but he'd had a pulse. It was weak but it was there.

After Eddie'd been cleared of the charges and the months rolled on into summer, they'd spent lots of time together as a group. Steve will admit he tried to avoid Eddie as best he could (he knows he's petty, okay) but could still see how he blended smoothly into their group.

If this Eddie had been the one he met on Freshman First Day, instead of the dick that mocked him, they might very well be friends now.

That's the crux of it all, Steve thinks. That he wouldn't mind being friends with Eddie if not for that bottled up grudge he'd been holding onto. He can't bring himself to let it go and Steve's not even sure why. Thoughts and feelings aren't something Steve processes quickly, and it usually helps to talk it out with Robin. She lets him stumble through his thoughts, and doesn't mock him for messing up, or mixing up, words.

Goddammit, if he's really going to try talking this out with Eddie, he's going to have be open and honest and maybe a little vulnerable and he doesn't know if he can do that.

But he'll have to. For better or worse, he can't just keep Eddie at arms length. They need to either come to the conclusion that they can be friends, or not, and then go from there. (Also, he knows that Dustin will never let him know another day of peace once he learns that Eddie and Steve don't get along as well as he wants them to.)

In the end, Steve's not sure how long he just stares up at the ceiling but a sudden shout breaks him from his trance. It sounded like Dustin. Hellfire must have started.

Steve leaves his room to go lean against the half wall of the hallway, so he could look down to the dining table where everyone has gathered to play. No one notices him, so Steve sinks to the floor and turns, so he can lean against the wall, closes his eyes, and listens in.

The room below is filled with noise. Shouts of excitement, and groans of pain, and sighs of relief. Dustin yells at his dice when it rolls a Nat 1. Mike curses up a storm over a barely missed perception check that makes the party fall into a surprise round. He hears Lucas whoop happily and then what sounds like him taking several victory laps around the table.

He used to be an imaginative kid, able to easily conjure castle, and knights, and dragons in his mind's eye. Listening to Eddie describe a new location, or NPC, or monster makes it easy to bring that part of himself back. Eddie is descriptive and uses so many voices that Steve would be embarrassed to even attempt. But because Eddie is being descriptive, so is everyone else at the table. Erica has adopted an accent of some sort for her character. Dustin and Will go into great detail describing what they want their character to do. The older members of Hellfire do the same, and one of them is using an Irish accent that if he used while talking to Steve, he'd would think it was his first language.

Steve's not sure how long he sat there, long enough that they've taken a snack break and are back at it again, before he decides he might as well watch, too. He gets up and goes downstairs. There's a pause at the table when he wonders in and plops down on the couch. He makes eye contact with Eddie and offers a small half smile. Eddie grins back, and starts back into the game, pulling everyone's focus.

Watching is interesting. He gets to see the Party jab at each other, or lean over and whisper about something. It's nice, to see them being kids. Having fun.

They end around five and Steve is surprised at how quickly five hours had passed.

"So, Steve, how was watching your first DnD game?" Dustin asks, pausing on his way to the door to do so.

Steve considers teasing him, but he goes for honesty instead. "Pretty interesting. It might not be my last time observing. I gotta see you get killed sometime, right?"

"Rude, Steve. Rude," Dustin is grinning though.

"Tell your mom hi for me, and let me know when she's making pork chops again. I'd like to crash that dinner."

Dustin rolls his eyes and shakes his head but he hugs Steve before leaving. Between all the older Hellfire members, they all have rides home that aren't Steve or Eddie.

Speaking of the latter, he's slowly packing things away at the table. Clearly killing time so it won't look like he's intentionally staying after everyone's gone.

Soon, the house is empty again.

"So, I'm not sure... how to start this conversation," Eddie admits to the silence. He's still at the table, standing behind where he was previously sitting, fiddling with a die. "But, I'm sorry. For that day. You were right, you know? When you said I was lashing out at you first."

"Thanks. For the apology," Steve stands from the couch and moves to the table, toying with the tablecloth instead of looking at Eddie. "I, uhh, I'm not sure where to go from here, either? I spent such a long time angry at you. For pointing out all the things I'm bad at in front of everyone there. For making me feel like an idiot."

"I know. I'm sorry."

Now Steve looks up at Eddie. "You say that, but like, why? Are you sorry because what you did was shitty, or because you want to be my friend now?"

Eddie blinks, apparently thrown by Steve's question.

"Because, like, you were pretty dismissive of Lucas before Spring Break and he helped save your life. So, it's like, are you okay with being shitty if the people you hurt aren't people you like? 'Cause I used to be that way, and I'm not going to be friends with someone who is."

"Yeah, no, you're right," Eddie nods. "For all that I scream about conformity, and how stupid it is, I've been rather quick to dismiss everyone outside my own... group. I held rather close to that nerds verses jocks crap for too long. Lucas is a jock, but he's also a nerd, and so very loyal to his friends. And you- you're really fucking awesome."

"I am," Steve interrupts with a cheeky grin.

"Ass. But yeah, you're pretty awesome, and I've been feeling all fucked up today because, we could have been friends, couldn't we? In high school. If I'd just let you take the damn flier and kept my mouth shut."

"Hey, that's not all on you," Steve says. "I would have still joined the basketball team, and the swim team. And, like, I was so desperate for any shred of attention from my parents that I would never have picked Hellfire over sports meetups. I could have joined and still ended up a bully by sophomore year."

"Well, I didn't help-"

"I made those choices, Eddie. And it doesn't matter because it's in the past. So, like, we can just move forward. Start over, or whatever."

Eddie looks him up and down before giving one sharp nod, then breaking out into a wide grin, sticking his hand out for a handshake. "Hi. Name's Eddie Munson."

Steve laughs, reaching out to shake Eddie's hand. "Steve Harrington."

"Great, pleasure to meet you. Do you wanna hang out? We can play 20 questions. Get to know each other."

"Sure," Steve chuckles, extracting his hand from Eddie's. "Let me order some pizza first."

First time hanging out with Eddie alone. Guess they'll find out if they can be friends after all.

[mxqdii]

angst to fluff matt sturniolo but he's stubborn about talking it out with reader so it lasts long to the point where reader gets frustrated yk? maybe this is too specific 😭 also if u do this, do it however!!

did you mean it? - m.s

pairings: matt sturniolo x reader

summary: matt accidentally says "i love you" and just pretends it never happened, leaving the reader sad and conflicted.

warning(s): angst, confession, crying? (idk help 😭)

"this is why i fell in love with you" he says and i freeze

he loves me?

i look at him, blank expression on my face

(which is definitely not how my mind is reacting)

his face turns bright red

"you-" i start but get interrupted

"i didn't mean it like that" he says and i feel my heart drop

"oh, okay.." i say, almost in a whisper

my heart just shattered into a million pieces. matt, my boyfriend, the love of my life, doesn’t mean it like that.

we continue making dinner, the awkward silence filling the room.

suddenly nick and chris come downstairs, and for some reason i'm actually thankful for it.

they start talking to us but my mind is elsewhere, maybe it's my fault. i mean, i didn't say it back fast enough which could've caused matt to second guess, or he just didn't mean it, or-

"y/n you there?" nick says and i snap out of my thoughts

"yeah! yeah im here.." i say with a dry tone and a short smile

i'm too upset to be cheerful right now.

we finish making dinner and finish eating, which is when me and matt decide to watch a movie.

throughout the film, i noticed how matt started acting like nothing happend

i hate it.

i feel like we should at least talk about it, or like.. mention it again?

maybe it wasn't that big of a deal

maybe i should let it go

or maybe, matt is being stubborn.

"matt" i say, abruptly

"yes love?" he says and i feel shivers go down my spine

do i really wanna ruin this? now?

i just am so in my head i cannot leave things like that.

"i- uh.." my words get caught in my throat and i feel like i can't get out what i wanna say

maybe it's for the better.

"i'm gonna go, home- yeah." i say

"oh, okay." he answered

i quickly grab my keys and jacket, saying bye to nick and chris, then giving matt a quick hug and immediately leaving.

fuck fuck fuck, what do i even do.

i get home and feel a sense of lonliness, emptiness fill me.

i can't help but burst into tears

i messed up

i don't know why my mind immediately went to it being my fault, i guess that's just my instinct, matt was actually the one who noticed i always assumed things were my fault, so he would always reassure me thing's weren't.

after that whole situation earlier though, things are different this time.

the thought of matt makes me cry harder.

minutes pass, then hours, and suddenly its been a day.

it's currently 10pm, the last time i heard from matt was yesterday, when i left his house actually..

i've been crying all day just watching TV

i am a mess.

suddenly i get a knock on the door

i wipe my tears, running to the bathroom to make sure my nose and eyes arent red anymore (which thankfully arent)

i look fine, i look like i've been fine.

perfect.

i run back to the door, quickly opening it, knowing i've kept whoever waiting long enough

matt.

i go speechless, like, i literally don't have the words, and even if i did, i'm not sure what i'd say.

"you're a mess" he says, breaking the silence

"i'm not a mess" i exclaim and he looks down with a laugh

"i can tell you've been crying" he adds on, confirming his 'i'm a mess' comment.

fuck, this boy knows me too well.

i open the door wider, gesturing him to come in.

"so.. why are you here.." i ask and he turns around to face me

"because i'm stubborn and you're frustrated." he replies, causing me to look at him in confusion

"i've never lied to you, until last night. i do love you y/n, i should've said it but i just- i couldn't. and then i got scared and tried to ignore it, causing me to be distant. but every second we didn't talk i was thinking about it- i was thinking about you."

all this information is too much for my slow brain to process

"so you- you meant it? you love me?" i repeat and he steps closer to me

"yes y/n, i love you" he states and i smile

he puts his hands on my waist and kisses me

we pull away, still inches away from eachother

"i love you too matt."

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@strniolo @stargirlv0id @annaisabookworm

[ashwhowrites]

Bitchy & mean reader

Y/N was a spoiled brat

She got what she wanted

And she destroyed whoever got in her way

She wasn't nice

Popular because people feared her

Never bothered to have many friends

She doesn't do the fake shit

Boys wanted her

And wanted her bad

But she'd ruin them in seconds

Leave them wishing they never tried in the first place

The day she set her eyes on Eddie Munson

She knew he had no option but to be hers

She fucked him on the first date

Had him crying and begging in seconds

He was a gorgeous crier

Didn't bother to listen to the rumours when he came to school, neck covered in hickies

His puppy eyes following her every move

It happened to every guy in the school

Many felt bad for Eddie

Until they noticed he got special treatment

She actually talked to him the next day

Shoving her tongue down his throat in the middle of class

Grabbing his hand and moving it under her skirt in the bathroom stall

He felt like he died and went to hell

This girl was no way making it to heaven

She loved that he was a soft boy

Quickly protecting him everywhere they went

Two boys were shoving each other in the hallway, one ended up smacking Eddie into a locker

He groaned as he held his head

"WATCH WHAT YOU ARE DOING YOU PRICKS" she screamed. Shoving both boys as hard as she could.

Both smacking into the lockers behind them

Her heated glare disappeared in seconds when her eyes landed on his puppy eyes

"you okay baby?"

Or when a girl decided to trip Eddie in the cafeteria

Laughing as he landed harshly on the ground

She marched over to the table in seconds

Grabbing the girl by her hair and yanking her off her seat

"YOU TOUCH HIM AGAIN AND I'LL KILL YOU!"

Her eyes and tone soft as she helped him up

"it's okay baby. Let's go home"

Or when a server had the nerve to get his order wrong

Eddie excitedly took the bun off of his burger, preparing to drown it in ketchup

A small frown took over his face

"baby what's wrong?" She caught on quickly

"it has mustard. I hate mustard" he admitted quietly

Grabbing a knife and preparing to scrape it off

But she snatched the plate away, marching up to the counter

"BABY ITS FINE" he yelled quickly

Not wanting her to cause a scene

Her pink heels clicked on the floor as she waited

"can I help you?" The server asked

With a polite smile, "my boyfriend asked for no mustard. Would you be able to make him a new one please?"

She may be a bitch but she had manners

Unless they didn't have manners back

"I'm sorry ma'am but he never said that"

"you calling my boyfriend a liar?"

Eddie heard her voice getting mad

Quickly sliding out of the booth to calm her down

"baby it's fine" he said sweetly. Kissing her cheek

"no baby. You want no mustard and you ordered it with no mustard" she said sternly

"no he didn't" the server snapped back

"YES HE DID! HE WANTS A BURGER, SLIGHTLY PINK WITH NO FUCKING MUSTARD!"

Another time they forgot his extra pickles

"is your food right baby?" She asked sweetly

Her pink nails holding his hand

He nodded and lied through his teeth

"perfect"

She eyed his plate

"did you get your extra pickles?" She asked, noticing his plate didn't seem to have a single pickle on it

"no but that's okay. I don't really want them anymore"

But her ass was already walking away

Her tiny skirt flowing on her hips as she walked with purpose

Seconds later coming back with a plate of pickles

Free of charge :)

Eddie simply got whatever he asked for

She had money and she'd buy him anything he wanted

The blue guitar he kept seeing at the mall?

She bought it a day later

The leather jacket he tried on but put back when he saw the price?

She yanked it right off the rack, shoving it in her cart

If he wanted three types of candies at the movie theater, her baby got all three

She was a bitch

A stone cold mean asshole

But with Eddie?

That was her baby

And she would cherish him for life

[pinievsev]

Hi it's mee!! Since you always have amazing Ideas for requests, you must be amazing at fulfilling requests too!!

I'd like to request a Hunter from xikers fluff, where reader goes on a first date to the movies with Hunter and they're both nervous in the beginning but then they hit it off and get very cute with each other!!

Thank you in advance and take as much time as you need! Love you 💞💞💞

I have, finally found motivation to write! I hope this does justice to your request! I'm not exactly the best at it, I might disappoint you but I hope you enjoy Love<3! (Could've definitely done a better job on this 😅)

{Requests are open, you can find my masterlist here!}

!!LOUD!!

Pairing: nonidol!Hunter X GN!reader

Warnings: none as far as I know.

Take a shot for every time I say a variation of the word awkward.☠️

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You were telling yourself not to panic, be calm, cool. You can do this! Just be yourse-

Your train of thought was cut short as you tripped on the sidewalk, barely catching yourself last second. The other day you had been asked out on a movie date by you crush!

Yeah, you were happy and excited and all that, but you were, rightfully so, nervous. You stood up properly and checked your phone. 8:15PM. You were supposed to be there 15 minutes ago!

You basically ran to the cinema a couple blocks down, a pit forming in your stomach as you saw a very uncomfortable looking hunter outside the cinema glancing around. You mentally slapped yourself and rushed over, apologising over and over "...and I lost track of time and-" he waved his hands Infront of your face, dismissing your apology.

"It's fine! It's okay! I just got here anyway!" He gave you a half smile, you could tell he lied but you nodded, not pushing any further.

"can we just- go inside?". He reached for your hand as you looked for the room you were supposed to be in, making butterflies erupt in your stomach, cliché I know, for a second you felt like you should pull your hand away but you forced yourself not to, instead letting your mind wander. You had let him pick the movie, so you didn't know what to expect.

After a couple minutes of waiting in your sits, your hands awkwardly touching, the lights inside the room finally dimmed and you focused your eyes on the screen.

Your jaw fell open as you saw the movie playing, it was one of your all time favourites! You had watched it so many times and never gotten bored of it. Forgetting the awkwardness moments prior you excitedly turned your head towards him, kind of scaring him.

"W-what-?!" He asked earning a couple of 'hushes' and 'shushes' from the people around you "You like this movie?" You asked, immediately regretting the question. He picked it! Of course he liked it! "Yeah- do you not?! We can always do something else-" "no no! It's actually one of my all time favourites, it's just. Not exactly too known that's why I'm surprised" you explained.

He quickly relaxed, squeezing your hand which you had forgotten was still in his "you scared me!" He whisper yelled this time "Sorry-?" He started at you for a couple of seconds before letting out a wheeze at how tense you looked suddenly.

So, he took it upon himself to help you relax, even though he was tense himself. Throughout the movie you talked about the plot, your favourite characters and even recited some of the lines along with the actors on screen. Laughing whenever someone shushed you.

Towards the end of the movie, you had noticed him turning to look at you quite frequently, your face was flushed red and you thanked whatever higher power was responsible for the darkness inside the room. "Hey.." you turned your head to look at him this time "yeah?" He leaned closer "You're red. Is everything okay?" Dammit. You took in a sharp breath "yep, just a little hot" you made up the stupidest excuse possible.

"yeah, you are." It was barely audible but you heard it, blinking at him repeatedly "wha- what?" "I'll tell you later" he motioned to the screen, turning to focus back on the movie that was mare seconds away from ending. Leaving you sitting there confused and flustered.

Walking out of the cinema you turned your head sharply towards him crossing your arms "Wanna tell me what that was?" He mimicked your actions "but your know what it was?" You narrowed your eyes "do I?" "Mhmmm" he gave you a toothy smile, basically melting you. How can someone he so cute?!

.

You were currently sitting on swings in a park, having lost track of time. You just sat there not swinging or anything you just rested your head on the chain, starting to once again feel awkward.

You felt someone standing behind you so you looked up, You saw Hunter standing over you, looking down at you "are you always this quiet?" "Maybe" you gave him a side smile, you've only been out for a couple of hours but you were starting to warm up to him even more than you already had.

He leaned down, a couple of inches away from your face "Maybe? What kind of answer is that?!" You bumped his shoulder and he laughed "ok no seriously, why are we so quiet?" Your eyes shone as you decide to have some fun "Oh? Well if that's the problem, WHY NOT BE LOUD?!" you asked raising your voice "Shhh, hey hey!" "WHAT?! I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T WANT ME TO BE QUIET?!" "Yeah, not so loud tho!" You smiled satisfied with yourself "OH YEAH?! SORRY I DON'T REALISE" you noticed some windows light up across the street, making your eyes wide "Be quiet!" He warned playfully leaning closer "or what?" You asked not as loudly as you hoped.

Wanna take a guess on what happened next?

If you guessed a kiss, you'd be absolutely correct.

"or that" you tilted your head to the side still looking up at him from the swing you were sat on "I should be loud more often then?" "You can just ask, you know." You stood up and turned to him "can I have another one then?" "Good question. Can you?"now it was your turn to lean over, kissing him instead.

Well, that went better than you were expecting, not complaining or anything!

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[lexithwrites]

67 and jegulus xx

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thank you for the prompt love!

67. “Of all the people I could’ve gotten stuck in an elevator with and it just had to be you.”

Regulus hated his apartment building. It was somewhat new and flashy, sure, but was it built correctly? From the amount of times the elevator had been out of order that year, he assumed not. Taking the stairs had become a normal part of his and his brother's routine since they moved there, and even though it killed his knees every single time, getting the extra steps in wasn't terrible.

But seeing James Potter the moment he came out of the stairwell was.

"Jesus, were you waiting for me?" Regulus grunted as soon as he saw James' grin, huffing as he held on tight to his shopping bags.

"You want some help?"

"No, thank you, I can carry them myself." Regulus walked past him. He wasn't mean for no reason, far from it. He had met James on move in day and he just so happened to be in the apartment across from him and Sirius. He had seemed sweet at first, and god Regulus thought he was hot. Too hot, actually. So hot that he had dreams about him for weeks until he finally plucked up the courage to ask him out.

Well, he taped a note to his door. He thought it was cute.

"Reg, your brother invited me over to watch a movie later," James sang as he followed Regulus down the hall—he never got the hint to just leave Regulus alone.

"Okay."

"You wanna watch with us?"

"I'm good." Regulus balanced one bag on his hip as he fumbled with his keys, suddenly feeling a hand come up and take them from him. "Give them back—"

"Can you just let me help you? God, you're so dramatic." James muttered as he unlocked the door only to turn around again to see scowl on his neighbour's face.

"When will you leave me alone?" Regulus spat, snatching the keys back and almost dropping a bag in the process.

"When will you ever accept help?"

"I do accept help," Regulus lied, "just not from you." He stumbled into the flat and slammed the door before James could get another word in, and he let out a heavy.

That note had been ignored for two weeks. Two fucking weeks. James never said yes to the date and never even acknowledged it. It was like he took one look at it and threw it away. He didn't care. He was nice to him because he was Sirius' brother, that was all. And Regulus hated him.

Hated him because he was hot and he didn't like him back.

When the elevator finally got fixed, it was like a blessing from heaven. Regulus could now quickly jump in and avoid James altogether. No longer getting cornered on the stairs, not having to awkwardly walk down flights and flights without saying anything, just peaceful silence.

Except, when Regulus got in to go to the lobby and check his mail, James also noticed the lift and grinned. "Hey, it's fixed!"

Regulus tried to slam his hand on the button but James had practically sprinted to it, and he jumped through the closing doors just in time.

"Fuck sake," Regulus grumbled and leaned against the wall, folding his arms and glaring at the back of James' perfect, curly head. "Are you stalking me?"

"Nope." James popped the 'p' for effect. "Just going shopping. You?"

"Mail."

"Ooo, fun."

"James—"

"Why do hate me so much?" James turned to look over his shoulder at him and Regulus went still. "You avoid me, you snap at me, you basically want to develop Superman powers to shoot a laser through my head—"

"Don't act innocent, you know why I'm mad at you. It was a dick move," Regulus spat, "you could have just said you weren't interested."

James blinked, looking very confused. "What are you—" the lights flickered and without thinking, Regulus gripped the bar that wrapped around the edge of the lift, feeling his knuckles go white as the lift came to an abrupt, clunky halt. No. Fuck, no.

"Fuck! I thought they fixed it!" James pressed some buttons, but of course nothing happened. "Dammit." Regulus scoffed behind him. "Now what?"

“Of all the people I could’ve gotten stuck in an elevator with and it just had to be you.”

"And what's so wrong with me?" James fully spun around to face him and Regulus backed himself into the corner. "You're such a dick to me, Reg."

"You pretended like I never gave you that stupid note! I was really nervous, okay? I've never asked anyone out before and you just ghosted me! And now you hang out at my apartment and basically kiss my brothers ass like you never did anything wrong!" The two of them went very quiet, only the soft whirring of the elevator attempting to start back up around them.

"What are you talking about? You asked me out? When?" James frowned.

"Christ, like, a month ago. More than that. I put that note on your door and asked you out to dinner and you just—"

"I didn't get a note!" James looked genuinely confused and now so was Regulus.

"You...I taped it there, it was bright green, how could you miss it?"

"I swear I never saw anything, are you like...pranking me?"

"Why would I pretend to ask you out?"

"I mean, you already act like a dick, I wouldn't be surprised."

"Fuck you! I'm a dick because you ghosted me!"

"I didn't even know you liked me!"

"Of course I like you!" Silence.

James blinked a few times and then licked his lips. "You still like me?"

Regulus could tell he was blushing and he looked away. "No. I mean, no. You're an asshole. Why would I?"

"Because you just said."

"Well...explain the note."

"Christ, we have cleaners! Maybe it fuckin' fell or something and they swept it up? You know how many letters I've dropped in the hallway and never seen again?"

"So what, you just don't pay bills that you lose?"

James rolled his eyes. "Look, if you genuinely asked me out...I'm really sorry I didn't see it. I would have said yes, of course I would have." Regulus shuffled his feet nervously and James smiled. "Were you really that mad at me?"

"Yes," he mumbled and James smiled even wider. "don't look at me like that."

"What, that I like you and you're adorable when you're embarrassed?"

"I'm not embarrassed, fuck off."

"Ask me again." James stood a little taller and Regulus felt his mouth get dry. Could someone please rescue them from this stupid lift already?

"Ask what?"

"Ask me out."

"James—"

"Please?" He had that fucking look in his eye from the first day they met, hopeful, and Regulus melted.

"Would you like to go to dinner with me, James?"

"I thought you'd never ask. But we have to get the fire department first, or you'll be eating me for dinner to survive." Regulus almost regretted asking him again.

Almost.

[hils79]

Hils Watches Fairyland Lovers - Ep 22

He's so pretty

They could kiss if they wanted to. Ooh imagine Hei Qi and Yang Jian *sighs wistfully*

I'm not going to audition for this once in a lifetime opportunity to play the lead in a movie just in case Bai Qi was the one who set it up. Yeah, you're an idiot. Maybe he did, but also maybe he didn't. Maybe check before turning it down?

So in the last episode Yang Jian went on a date with A Li. Now he seems to be on a date with the moomin.

I love that as soon as she breaks up with Bai Qi she goes back to being feral and opening wine with her teeth. How long before she falls over?

Well, she didn't fall over but she did spray wine all over the director and then accidentally pull his wig off. He might have a point actually.

He's handsome and I feel like I've seen him in something else but the only title I recognise is Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty and I don't remember him in that

Okay, he's handsome, successful and is hitting on the female lead even though she was a disaster in front of him. He's definitely evil.

Ehehe! They both waited up for her.

Is being fully clothed in water somehow necessary for him to try and re-seal Hei Qi? He's even wearing his socks! Also, if he lights the incense and falls asleep he runs the risk of drowning.

Okay, Bai Qi fighting himself is pretty fun

See! Drowning!

The day you actually start acting like an adult you can start dishing out this advice

No one says you have to fall in love with him.

Uh...I don't think that's Bai Qi...

I do love a dramatic fainting

[cddiemunson]

wait can you write when he actually finds out that she has powers?

❥ yes yes!

the drive home was awkward, soft music played through the old van, the occasional sound of beer cans being shuffled under the strange girls feet was the only thing keeping eddie present.

" so.. " his fingers tap against the steering wheel, throat dry as he spoke. " you from around here? " he turns his head slightly, jumping when he saw the girl staring intently at him already. if he didn't think this was weird already he definitely did now. " not a talker? " he tries again, switching his blinker on before turning down the road to the small trailer park. she never responds. in a way he was hoping maybe he finally lost his damn mind and was seeing things. that would make more sense that whenever the fuck was happening right now.

stepping from the van he used his hand to shield his eyes from the rain, running to the other side of the van to open her door with a loud creak. reaching a hand out his lips curled into a small smile, his best attempt to look as friendly as possible. her hand was much smaller than his, shaking as she gently took it. he felt bad, gently helping her from the van and slamming the door behind them.

" normally it's not such a mess. " he lies, kicking the door open and stepping inside, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. beer cans and clothes were thrown all over the trailer. day old dishes were stacked messily on the counter and an old popcorn bag was thrown on the couch from where his uncle had been snacking the night before. the whole place smelt of weed and cigars, making him awkwardly laugh. " you sit here, i'm going to get stuff to clean you up. you look like shit. " turning away from her he scrambled to the bathroom, grabbing whatever he had to clean wounds as well as a fresh change of clothes. tossing the hoodie on the couch next to her he dropped to his knee's opening the first aid kit to reveal four band-aids and some rubbing alcohol.

" don't worry, i'll fix you up and you'll be as good as new. then we can get you back to wherever you belong. sound good? "

" no "

he stops, fingers halted on the cap of the rubbing alcohol at the sound of her soft voice. " no? " he repeats. " no as in you don't want to go home? " he asks, watching as she slowly nods. you've got to be kidding. the only thing that he's gathered is that she can actually talk. " we can figure that out later. what i am about to do? it's going to hurt. don't kick me. " he pleas, dabbing the rag with rubbing alcohol onto the girls feet, fingers gently holding onto her ankle just in case she does decide to kick the shit out of him. placing the band-aids on the cuts he gently slides some socks over her feet, smiling proudly at his work.

" i'm going to call someone. get you some help. " as if agreeing to himself he nods, grabbing the phone. the only people he knew to call was mike and dustin. they're the only ones crazy enough to know what the hell is going on.

however, as if it couldn't get any more insane, the phone flew from the wall, slamming against the ground and shattering, leaving his hand next to his ear in the position it was to make a call. if you could hear what the inside of his brain sounded, it would be the dial up sound computers make. what the fuck just happened.

" no " she repeats, making him snap out of his shock and look over at her, then the phone. blood trickled down her nose, dripping down her lips and onto her bare legs. " what did you just do? " he asked, eyes nearly popping from his head as he gathered the broken phone off the floor and tried to call again, only to have it thrown against the screen door on the other side of the room.

" okay. so no phone calls. got it. coulda just said so, but i get it. i throw things when i'm mad too. " he frowns. " i'm eddie. " he's seen enough horror movies to know not to mess with people like this.

" y/n. "

[mlobsters]

supernatural s10e18 book of the damned (w. robbie thompson)

charlie roleplaying hiro protagonist from snow crash? hacker with a sword. and the nola vampire mob or whatever this group is. surely there's a connection with benny and they didn't just pick yet another character with a very specific regional accent

i like charlie, i like felicia day as charlie, but i am lukewarm on her playing a more action oriented version of charlie. i am on board with her kicking ass, but not sure felicia is the best person to take charlie there. and really straining my suspension of disbelief that charlie just stabbed a guy in a throat, got distracted by a tattoo and shot in the leg but still gets away. wait, not even leg, in the abdomen???? come on, y'all. that's not manageable without medical intervention

started this ep late and flu+covid boosters are startin to kick my ass a little bit, reconvene tomorrow. ass still being kicked by this spikevax - still Stressed. but it's earlier and i've taken some ibuprofen that's still working. let's see

dean in sweats, well i'll be

sam, if you don't come clean after dean is telling you everything that went down with crowley and rowena... 🔪

wiki says charlie was born in 85, so she's two years younger than sam. anyway, 🎵kid sister, kid sister. kid sister and me!🎵

DEAN We’re due for a win, okay? Overdue. I’ll tell you another thing, if this actually does work, we’re gonna take some time off. SAM What, like a vacation? DEAN Mm-hmm. And I’m not talking just like a weekend in Vegas or sitting in some crap motel watching pay-per-porn. No, I’m talking about a beach. Drinking cervezas, go for a swim, mingle with the local wildlife. When was the last time either one of us was on a beach? SAM Never. DEAN Sand between our toes, Sammy. Sand between our toes.

asking for the apocalypse right there. how many seasons until they get a successful vacation together? (15x20?)

also sign me up for the inner-workings-free meatsuit

METATRON What? I thought we were having a moment. Can’t we be besties? CASTIEL No. Because you killed my friend. METATRON Oh pfhht. Dean is fine, mostly. Can’t you get past that? CASTIEL Never.

thinking about the boys perpetually stowing their baggage, but we can respect someone who holds tight to a grudge

often bitch about the musical score but i like this sound design and filming. more atmospheric and creative than they usually go

oh, dean. sammy, tell him about cas and metatron rawrgh

every tom, dick, and harry has an angel blade. so goofy. is that a standard issue cupid weapon?

DEAN And you call yourselves nerds. Come on. You got this. CHARLIE He’s right. Let’s get our Alan Turing on. Decypt this bitch.

neal stephenson (who wrote the aforementioned snow crash) also wrote cryptonomicon which contains a fictionalized version of alan turing. and

According to Stephenson, the title is a play on Necronomicon, the title of a book mentioned in the stories of horror writer H. P. Lovecraft

necronomicon aka the book of the dead (not damned but close). also mentioned evil dead/army of darkness recently and this heartbeat drum beat thing for when dean's gettin the whammy from the book reminds me of ... that. (evil dead movie contains the necronomicon)

KEEP YOUR EYES TO YOURSELF, BUCKO

SAM Look, just let us translate the book, okay? If there’s a cure, we’ll do it and deal with the consequences later. I can’t lose you. DEAN Really? SAM Yeah, really. DEAN You change your mind on that, cause that’s not what you said last time. SAM Oh, come on, man. You know I didn’t mean that.

many thoughts. sad and tired thoughts. realizing now, would dean even remember how sam said he lied about that right before dean died? and this is one rough conversation to be having in front of charlie. really part of the family, esp if she's on board with the fuck the consequences we gotta fix dean. hurts to think dean really is still doubting sam's commitment to him. hurts and is exhausting that sam still hasn't told him about what he got up to.

this cabin sure is swanky for one-of-many bobby-managed hunter safehouses

CHARLIE What did Dean mean? When he said you changed your mind? SAM So, awhile back, we had a chance to, um…close the gates of Hell. And in order to do that, I would’ve had to die. And, I was okay with that, and I am okay with that, but Dean was not. And so, he uh… CHARLIE He saved you. SAM Yeah, he saved me. CHARLIE And let me guess, in doing so, he did something you didn’t want, and that pissed you off. And you said something that hurt him? SAM Yeah, that sounds about right.

round and round we go on the patented winchester merry-go-round

either they're mending my emotional connection to the show or padalecki is just that good but got me crying. felt very genuine

SAM You know, when Dean came to get me at school, I-I told myself… one last job, you know? One more job. And then when – when I, um…. When I lost Jess, I, again, told myself one more job. There’s always one more job, you know? And one more job, and one more job, and then I was gonna go back to law and – and to my life. CHARLIE You were the Dread Pirate Roberts of hunting. SAM Yeah. I guess I really understand now that….this is my life. I love it. But I can’t do it without my brother. I don’t want to do it without my brother. And if he’s gone, then I don’t…. CHARLIE I got it. I-I do.

that was nice, having her give him the out to stop and collect himself

samateur hour, hated that it made me laugh

so does cas get like, extra powerup now that he had someone else's grace and his own back? like super mario bros flower power, shooting fireballs. based on those raggedy ass wings, guessing not

dean slippin into southern accent talking to this bad nola witch man

DEAN It’s calling to me, Sam, okay? I can hear it. It’s calling to the Mark. It wants me to take the book and run away with it. Burn it now.

reminds me of naomi and the rocket with the protomolecule sample in the expanse. why yes, i will destroy this, of course.

SAM Well, you know what, Cas? You got your Grace back. You’re back. You did the right thing. CASTIEL You did the right thing. That book needed to be destroyed. We will find another way, Sam.

you did destroy it, right, sam?? very convincing reaction here

that was cuter than i expected

i continue to not understand why sam doesn't just tell dean about the cas and metatron thing! jesus christ. do we have to do this?? making cas lie about it too. sigh. so tiresome

these lyrics and the slomo pizza party as sam has a minor internal breakdown over lying about, SHOCKER, not destroying the book. made me laugh, not gonna lie. hammering the point down way too hard. this is how you lose me, show

having sam's voiceover as he talks to (as yet unseen rowena) while still on the shot of sam looking increasingly Stressed at their little party is unusual for this show too. i like to see them trying different things, like with the clip i had at the beginning

hopefully this will be interesting, at least?

spn s5e10

(god, remember the party before jo and ellen died? that had vibes and atmosphere. cas getting drunk with the girls, and first ep with crowley)

[fallloverfic]

"The Ballad of Nimona"

Update: The last original song for the movie/promotional stuff is The Ballad of Nimona, currently available outside the Netflix app on YouTube and Vimeo.

Written by Tori Ciampa Sung by Katarina Gleicher Music composed by Ross Flournoy Mixed by Drew Fischer Sound design by Marc Mellens

It was originally only available officially in English on the Netflix app and called "Teaser 2: Nimona". It still isn't included on the official soundtrack or listed in the credits. Jessica Boudreaux's credits song One Two Punch was released about a week after the rest of the music as a single, and isn't included on the soundtrack, so it's possible The Ballad of Nimona will have the same treatment. A lot of movies get two "soundtracks" so to speak: a score (usually the orchestral stuff) and an album (usually any licensed music), so it's possible that although the score is out, we're going to get an actual album with the licensed music, One Two Punch, and The Ballad of Nimona.

And although One Two Punch is included in the credits, versus The Ballad of Nimona, That's Not My Name by The Ting Tings also isn't in the movie credits, likely because it was solely used for promotional purposes and didn't actually appear in the movie itself, like The Ballad of Nimona. There are also maybe at least two other songs I've heard in tiktok promos that I'm pretty sure aren't used in the actual film. If there's an album, it's possible That's Not My Name would also be on the album release. We might also just get two more singles like T-Rex and One Two Punch, and one for The Ballad of Nimona. Or we'll get an extended album or something, with everything.

Also if you haven't the movie and don't want to be spoiled, I would suggest not watching Teaser 2: Nimona/The Ballad of Nimona because it is very spoilery. Even the song lyrics are spoilery.

But anyway, I've included the lyrics below the cut.

You’ve got a taste for the rebellion

Your sidekick has arrived

I’m breaking walls and barriers

The institute and all their lies

You should be questioning everything

‘Cause what is it all for

They use you up

And spit you out

And leave your body on the floor

Be a hero, pierce the heart

Of anyone you may not like

May you be chosen

Be protected

By almighty Gloreth's light

There is no ever after

Hanging ‘round with someone quite like me

It ain’t that kind of kingdom

Kind of town

Ain’t that kind of story

(Chorus)

They only

See you one way

No matter how hard you try

Once they see

You as the villain

That’s what you are in their eyes (x2)

"You’re just a girl"

I’m not "a girl"

Oh wait, "gorilla?" Okay, sure

Some days I’m feeling frantic

hyper-manic

Can’t take this form no more

The name’s Nimona

I assure ya

There’s no winning, that’s their plan

Call me a "monster"

Fraudster

I’m no one’s "daughter"

I’m just the way I am

(Chorus)

They only

See you one way

No matter how hard you try

Once they see

You as the villain

That’s what you are in their eyes

We only go high

They only go low

Nimona and Boss going in for the K.O.

They fear the catastrophe is in the anarchy

Problems they’re causing are all systemically

Smash it, burn it, let’s wreck this place

Can’t help it if dude’s got a punchable face

Dragon or whale, whatever I choose

You ever seen a shark bust a move?

(Chorus)

They only

See you one way

No matter how hard you try

Once they see

You as the villain

That’s what you are in their eyes

(In their eyes)

[foreverpining]

Backstory (9th grade)

Okay so we're talking again and it comes to the first day of high school. I'm anxious as shit as most people are their first day of high school but it goes decently well. Until I get home and get on my iPad to see my friend that my bestie had dated the year before had absolutely cussed me the fuck out calling me all sorts of names saying that I lied to him. I had no clue what was going on so I respond and I'm like bro I have no clue what you're talking about. So then he accuses me of lying to him about there not being anything serious going on between me and my bestie because he saw me holding hands with them in the parking lot after school. I was like woah woah woah after school let out I was struggling to find the car rider line so I could go the hell home I certainly wasn't holding hands leisurely around the parking lot with anyone. So we talk around amongst the friend group and find out that this new girl my bestie is with looks almost identical to me and apparently because she was new everyone had been confusing her for me all day. I was sat there in my bed like well that's weird as shit. They add my bestie to the group chat we'd made and start questioning them about how they're dating this new girl that looks exactly like me and what the hell all that is about. They said they didn't see the resemblance and didn't wanna talk about it anymore. It was dropped for then, I would later find out that she kept getting confused for me so much that she started dying her hair so people wouldn't confuse her for me. Me and my bestie are doing great we're seeing each other like every week hanging out watching movies playing games. Over text I'm basically being their therapist and helping them with all of their issues cause they didn't trust actual professionals. Till around September when one of our hangouts gets a little out of hand and there's some under the skirt fondling if you know what I mean. I kinda messed up after going back to school tho because I have a very bad tendency to kiss and tell. Word got around the friend group where multiple of them were friends with my bestie's girlfriend. It ended up getting back to her and one fateful day as I was waiting to see the endocrinologist my bestie told me that their girlfriend said they are no longer allowed to speak with me if they wish to continue being with them and they chose the relationship and said they hoped I'd forgive them. We didn't talk for quite a while I threw myself into reading fanfics and watching bootlegs of musicals on YouTube. I also got far into talking to strangers online as a way to fill the void in me. Did not end well I'll leave it there because it doesn't matter to our story today. Then one night there's this school event where classes did projects and some students would present them. I was chosen as one of the presenters for my honors English class and was told I'd be paired presenting with someone from the regular English class taught by the same teacher. I get there I'm walking around looking at everything till it's time for me to go do my thing for English class. Then when I get there who do I see but my bestie standing right there next to the display which I'm presenting with the pin saying they were also presenting it. My brain went into full blown panic mode because I'd been devastated for months and now here they were right in front of me. I got through it and we kinda exchanged pleasantries very awkwardly. Then after I was done I convinced my parents it was time to leave and I went home and listened to Freeze Your Brain from the Heathers musical on repeat until I cried myself to sleep. Not much else to the story except me being sad until February of 2018. They messaged me out of the blue to reconnect we talked a lot and ended up spending Valentine's Day together, a trend that if you continue with this story follows throughout the rest of the year. For my birthday we went to Applebee's then back to my sister's house. 10th grade will have to be it's own post. Reached Character limit.

[fireofjudgement]

gyeongsu valentine’s day?

I know you probably expected hc's, like I did for the other characters so I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted but my mind went brrr and I had to write this 🤧 But I love any valentine's day related content so if you want a little drabble like this of a different character please let me know!

Requests are open!

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Anti-romantic

Fandom: All of us are dead

Pairing: brother's best friend!Gyeong-su x gn!reader

Summary: You've never been a fan of valentine's day. You've also never been a fan of having to cover up for your brother whenever he had one of his never-ending booty calls. Unfortunately for you, this year you were forced to combine both these things, with an unexpected result.

Warnings: swearing, marking, suggestive content at the end, Gyeong-su's horny out of his mind

A/N: I was about to just do hc's for this one but something happened and so yeah..I have no regrets. Also you get a cookie if you can guess what actually happen with reader, the brother and Gyeong-su :) Also also, the brother's best friend trope is one of my favorites so any requests related to that are very very welcome, wink wink.

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There were three things in life you were certain about; death, taxes and the fact that you're going to spend valentine's day alone. Again. You always have and you probably always will. Not that it bothered you, obviously. It was nothing but a capitalistic cringe fest. And besides, you didn't like chocolate anyway.

But what you disliked even more was the fact that your brother was clearly trying to sneak out of the house already, despite his promise that he'd spend the evening with you. The two of you have always been really close - until he went to college that is. That's when his interests shifted completely and all that mattered anymore were his stupid cavemen friends and even more stupid college girls. There was no room for you in his life anymore.

That's why you were so thrilled when he announced he'd like to spend more time with you and asked if you'd like to stay at home with him on valentine's day and watch a movie or two. Obviously you agreed. Not that you had anything better to do anyway.

However, your happiness was short-lived. Not even an hour passed and your brother was already typing away on his phone, shooting you a nervous look every now and then. You knew one of his flings had to demand his attention and he didn't seem bothered by it in the slightest. You tried to hide your sadness from him, it's not like he owed you anything. He had the right to live his life, go out and have fun.

"Go." You finally said, not looking away from the screen.

"W-what?" You clearly surprised him, the sheer thought making you chuckle. He wasn't even aware how well you knew him.

"You can go." You assured him again. "I know you have better things to do, especially on valentine's day. I'll be fine!"

Still unsure, he stayed seated. He clearly had a hard time leaving you, maybe he still cared about your relationship afterall.

"What are you waiting for, idiot? Just go! I'll find better company for the night, don't you worry."

You both knew you lied about that last part but he finally stood up and started to get ready to leave. He was acting weird..concerned almost. But finally, after saying your goodbyes and reassuring him a million times that you're going to be okay, he walked out the door, probably for the rest of the night.

After he left you went back to watching your movie, though you weren't paying any attention to what was happening on the screen anymore, desperately trying to come up with a better way to spend the evening. But what options did you have? All of your friends were out with their significant others, you were single and not one for hookups with random strangers, your brother most likely wouldn't come back till the next day. Fuck, you truly were pathetic.

You were dangerously close to calling one of your exes when a sudden knock on the front door startled you. Did your brother forget something?

You rushed to open the door, hoping his date stood him up, forcing him to stay at home with you. But your guess was far, far off.

"Gyeong-su? What are you doing here?" You were surprised by your brother's best friend's sudden visit. You haven't seen him in forever. Goddamn, he looked even more hot than you remembered.

"Hey y/n! Did your brother not tell you we're going to a party tonight?"

You stared at the boy with confusion. No, he did not tell you that. In fact, you were sure he left 30 minutes earlier. Alone. And almost certainly not for a party.

"Uhh..I'm sorry Gyeong-su but he left a while ago. And..and I don't think he was going to a party. He most definitely didn't mention spending time with you tonight." You were starting to get pissed. Just how many people has your brother promised to spend the night with and then bailed on?

"Are you fucking serious?" Gyeong-su looked annoyed too and you couldn't blame him. He tried to call his friend a couple times but to no avail. You could both guess what was keeping him so busy. Ugh.

"Do..do you want to come in?" You hesitantly asked after a couple minutes of silence. Maybe you wouldn't spend the night alone afterall. One thing was certain; Gyeong-su was definitely a better option than a toxic ex.

The man in question looked you up and down, clearly considering your invitation. "It's valentine's day, don't you have something better to do? Or someone?"

"Actually..no, I don't" you answered, a long sigh leaving your lips. "I'm stuck at home, watching shitty horror movies. But it's okay, I'm okay. You can just-"

"I'll gladly join you." He interrupted, a serious look on his face. "Shitty horror movies are my favorite."

Surprised, you let him in, leading him to the living room. You offered him a drink and some of your favorite snacks but you still couldn't help but think this was some sort of prank. Why would someone like him want to spend any amount of time with someone like you? And on valentine's day too?

"So..what about you?"

"What about me?"

"I don't know..I didn't expect someone like you to be alone on valentine's day."

"Someone like me?" He said, a shadow of a smirk appearing on his face. You looked away in embarrassment, cursing yourself for being so stupid. He didn't need to know how attracted to him you found yourself, it's not like he would ever feel the same way towards you.

You didn't answer, instead trying to focus on picking a movie for the two of you to watch. You quickly realised you've already seen most of the available titles so you switched to a different streaming platform. Caught up in your search, you didn't notice Gyeong-su sitting down just a little too close to you on the couch, his leg gently touching yours.

"Find anything you like?" You jumped, startled by his low voice so close to your ear. Suddenly you forgot what you were doing, distracted by his presence right next to you.

"I..I uhh" You stuttered, realizing he asked you a question but you couldn't remember what it was for the life of you. Did he always look so goddamn fine? Or were you just lonely?

"Let's watch this one!" You quickly turned around to face the screen again, clicking play on a random movie you've had no interest in. Anything to save you from embarrassing yourself even more. Unfortunately, you lived to regret that decision.

You weren't easily scared, especially by movies or tv shows but the one you picked was.. something else, causing you to jump and scream out every few minutes. Why did you have to get so unlucky and pick an actual scary movie the one time you weren't alone in the room?

An hour went by ridiculously slow, you were almost at your limit now, basically hiding behind a pillow. You didn't even want to look at the boy besides you, you could feel how amused he was. Fucker didn't even flinch once since the movie started.

Luckily it was almost done, just about 30 minutes left and then you can-

Before you could finish that thought you were startled by the biggest jumpscare you've probably ever seen, causing you to scream and jump right into Gyeong-su's lap, the boy catching you with a laugh.

"Are you okay y/n?" He asked, his whole body shaking from laughter.

"I'm fine" you grunted in annoyance. It took you a while to calm down but when you did you realised you were still in his lap, his chest pressed against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist. You could feel your whole body heat up. This was definitely not how you pictured this night to go. No, it was so much better than anything you could imagine. You stayed still for a few moments, just testing the waters. When he didn't move either, you allowed yourself to relax and enjoy this unexpected closeness.

The movie resumed but now you felt much more safe. Distracted, for sure, but safe nonetheless.

"So..how come you're alone tonight?" You tried again, desperate to ease the rising tension between the two of you.

"I'm not alone though, am I?" He whispered in your ear, his grip on your waist tightening. Fuck. "But, if you really have to know, I was supposed to spend the evening with my sister but she found a last minute..date and ditched me." You gasped when you felt his lips brush against your earlobe, lowering to your jaw and neck.

It was between one open mouth kiss to your neck and another, that a realisation hit you. Didn't he say he was supposed to go to a party with your brother earlier? Did they..When you realised what was really going on, you were too far gone already, moaning and whimpering despite Gyeong-su barely even touching you. You surprised the two of you with a particularly lewd moan when he found a sensitive spot on your neck.

"Fuck..I didn't know you could make sounds like that, sweetheart. I wonder.." he paused, working on the same spot even more aggressively. "..just how loud you can be."

[gffa]

Honestly, the older I get, the more I understand the Jedi philosophy.

It’s like,as a teen- how can you just sit there and do nothing?! People are in trouble! And what the heck do you mean attachment, friends are important!!!

As a twentyish year old- okay, this is a sort of bad situation, but you still have to do something- and who the heck thinks having a former slave relive slavery for character building is a good thing?! (It was either a novel or a comic, I just noped right out because that was handled really badly by the author)

As a semi-mature adult- okay, emotions can really cloud your judgment, even the subjectively good ones. The philosophy the Jedi are based on is a good one, just a little bit different from what I’m used to, and the more I learn the better I understand the story! And a great part of me learning the story is thanks to your blog! So thank you for your efforts, they aren’t going to waste!

Of course, I still relapse on occasion, mostly when something hits me as wrong- the kadavo arc brought back my frustrations because the whole ‘exposure therapy’ or ‘flooding’ rarely works when it’s a controlled environment and the patient can tap out safely, because it’s more likely to re-traumatize a person and set back their recovery greatly. So having the council think it’s a great idea just kinda makes me 😡.

Again: Thank you so much for the information you provide!

It's interesting that I've talked to more than a few people who started out with the whole "the Jedi are a cult" and "the Jedi kind of brought this on themselves" and "they abused Anakin" train of thought and I'm one of them, too. I watched the movies when I was young, I didn't really have a lot of thoughts about them, Jedi good, Sith bad, etc. Then I got into fandom and saw people saying how the Jedi were really terrible and that was actually what you were supposed to understand when you really thought about it and I completely believed it. And then I got into rewatching the movies and watching TCW and reading Lucas interviews and waaaaait the Jedi don't actually seem that bad... well, they still needed to change, but... well, what were they supposed to do... wait, they're based on Buddhism, oh, that does change how I see them... wait, they're actually being really nice to Anakin in this scene and never took him to task unless he'd just fucked up real bad??... and, well, here I am. It's also true that, the older I get, the more I vibe with the Jedi's approach to emotions--you're not supposed to suppress them, but you need to be mindful of them, you need to let that shit go, because it will poison you otherwise. I was so, so angry when I was young. I was angry every day and the longer it went on, the more I would just seethe at people, the more I would wallow in the bad things happening to me, the more I would just be relentlessly negative. All of it was justified in any given example, but I was so fucking miserable. I was losing friends because they couldn't deal with it. I hated myself and everything. I realized I had to let go of my anger, no matter how justified it was. I still have things to be furious about today, in my personal life and in my online life and in the world around me, and there are days I handle it better than others. But every day I have to keep examining my feelings, acknowledging them, and not letting them consume me. Because that way only lies misery for me. So, the Jedi don't have to be perfect, literally nobody should be held to the standards of being perfect, nobody is 100% pure sunshine, because that's purity culture garbage. But they were genuinely trying, they were in shitty circumstances and not given correct info all the time, like, are we talking about Anakin going undercover with the Zygerrians? Because I think they trusted Anakin to tell them if he wasn't ready to do this, it wasn't meant to be exposure therapy, but that they believed he could handle it, that he might struggle with his anger about it, but if it was too traumatizing, he would say so. And he wasn't alone, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were there to help him and keep an eye on him. It's not a perfect solution, nothing in the galaxy at that point in time was perfect, because there weren't really any good solutions. And my response isn't to try to browbeat you into agreeing or say that you're wrong, more to explain my view of things (since we're dealing with my inbox and all 😂) and why I sympathize with the position everyone was put in and why I don't think the Jedi were the worst ever or whatever. Sometimes we just disagree on things, interpret things differently, and as long as we're friendly to each other as real people (which you have been very sweet about in this message, thank you! I hope I can return it and my apologies if not), we'll be fine. And thank you for the reminder that, even if we disagree on some stuff, there are people who are fine just not seeing eye to eye and still understanding that the other person is kind and thoughtful and has their reasons, I really needed that today.

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ prompt: "Do you want me to hurt him?" / inspired by 'telephone' by lady gaga

♡ pairing: bart allen ( impulse ) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / my schedule is going to become more sporadic starting next week :/ i'm going to keep the warning up until next week.

"Bart, shut up," you said, jokingly pushing him. he laughed, handing you the ice cream, "what? I'm serious! I just think that mint chocolate is better. if you have just mint, it'll taste like toothpaste and if you have just chocolate, it's too sweet so mint chocolate is a good even ground," he explained.

you felt your phone vibrate as Jinny spoke up, talking about how Bart and Connor shared one brain cell outside of the field. looking down to see who was ringing you, you saw that it was your god forsaken boyfriend for the 100th time.

"oooo, who is that?" Bart asked, looking over to your phone. he read the wall of text you had received but you quickly shut your phone off, not bothering to read it, "you gonna answer that?" he asked, a small bit of jealousy bubbling up inside him.

"don't really feel like it," you quickly said, trying to remain off that topic. Bart, clearly annoyed, snatched your phone and put it in his pocket, "than let's forget about him, right?" he asked, putting on his annoyed fake smile.

Tim and Jinny saw the very irritated face Bart had and looked to each other as they shook their heads, "those two I swear," Jinny huffed out in annoyance. "more like ( your name )," he replied, "Bart could admit his feelings to her face and she still wouldn't do anything about that horrid boyfriend of hers."

the two of them stifled giggles from each other as they watched the two of you continue to flirt openly. it was no secret to anyone on the team. it was very clear to everyone on the YJ team, the Titans, even the JLA knew that the two of you liked each other....a lot but it was that stupid boyfriend of yours that got in the way of Bart ever truly expressing his feelings for you.

"what is everyone's plans after this?" you asked the team as they all murmured different answers, indicating that they were all busy. you sighed, trying not go straight up at the moment because you knew that you'd have to deal with your boyfriends calls when you got there, "I'll stay out with ya!" Bart replied as he saw the empty park bench.

you gave him a grin, "thanks Allen. you're a life saver," you exclaimed, waving everyone off goodbye. you walked to the bench, Bart following right behind you as Bart felt your phone ringing again.

there had been a scarce few times where you did call Bart with your boyfriend problems. it was usually late at night. probably inching near three in the morning when you called him sobbing, asking him if you deserved to go through the bullshit you were dealing with your boyfriend.

Bart always felt himself getting angry whenever he received those calls. you sounded so heartbroken, tired, and emotional. he was always there to help pick you back up but not even a few days later, you were back with him, telling Bart that your boyfriend needed you now more than ever.

"he's still angry that you're hanging out with me? do you want me to hurt him?" he asked, finally taking your phone out of your pocket. you nodded, rolling your eyes, "Bart no. he thinks that my 'job' is taking too much time away from him and I being together. I swear, it's like hearing a broken record. one minute, he's mad and wants to break up and the next second, he's at my door asking for forgiveness," you explained, frustrated.

Bart squeezed your hand, tapping his fingers on top yours, "you know what you need to do," he replied, giving you a serious look. you stared at him, biting your lip, "it's hard, Bart. he's going through a lot and I'll feel guilty if I just leave him," you whispered taking his hand and holding it.

"you literally fight villains for a living and you're scared of that? you know you deserve more," Bart said, "and I've seen the way you look at other girls who decide to flirt with me," he joked, trying to break the tension. "shut up, it's not even like that," you lied, making Bart even laugh more. "but seriously, you know it's not secret that I like you." you sighed, not knowing what to say as you put your head on his shoulder.

the silence wasn't exactly awkward but it wasn't comfortable either. there had been multiple times when Bart had told you his true feelings for you and every time he did, you responded with a hum or a 'okay Bart'.

it wasn't that you didn't accept his true feelings. it was far from that. you actually did like the speedster but you knew Bart could do a lot better. you knew Bart deserved someone who actually deserved him and that person wasn't you. you weren't as cute or funny as he was. he deserved someone like Cassie. smart, funny, and cute.

+

the YJ tower was completely empty aside from you and Bart. everyone was out doing their own thing. Tim and Connor were at their respective homes. Jinny and Amethyst were out doing god knows what meanwhile Keli and Cassie had gone to the movies to watch a film they both had been dying to see so that just left you and Bart in the lair to do as you pleased.

"Bart, hand me the remote," you said lazily. he handed it to you as you turned it off, getting up and stretching yourself out. Bart stared at you confused, "why'd you turn it off? I was watching that!" he exclaimed. you threw the remote across the couch and getting him up, "lets do something productive and make dinner or something," you replied enthusiastically.

Bart rolled his eyes but got up nonetheless. he followed you to the kitchen as you played music through the speakers that were built on the wall. "what're you making?" he asked, seeing you take out things that made no sense.

you looked over your options and realized you could make some kind of stew or a soup of some kind. "beef and gravy stew! we have enough things to make enough for the team and seconds for the both of us," you said, getting the things from the cupboards and having Bart start to chop every thing up.

you knew Bart was dumb but that didn't mean he wasn't a kick ass cook. there had been multiple times where he had made everyone dinner or dinner even for the two of you and it always turned out amazing. you dumped every thing that Bart had chopped up and proud it into the pot before grabbing a few things from the fridge and making the gravy that had to poured in. it didn't take long but the two of you had to wait until the pot boiled up in order for it to be ready.

the song 'telepatia' by Kali Uchis played over the speakers as you finally turned over to Bart and smiled, "we just need for it to boil and it'll be ready!" you exclaimed. he nodded as you started singing the song out loud. not particularly towards him but a warm feeling in his gut made him get butterflies as you continued.

"you know I'm just a flight away, if you want it, you can take a private plane."

you looked up to Bart, wanting to give him another smile but he quickly got rid of any questioning thoughts and went in for a kiss. you were taken back in surprise. this was the first time Bart had ever put his feelings forward and actually gave you a kiss.

his kisses were soft. they weren't rushed which was ironic considering all Bart was, was being fast and always on the move. you had placed your hands on his thighs as you made the kiss even deeper. it took you a few seconds to register what you were doing when alarms rang off in your head. you had a boyfriend and by continuing to kiss Bart, you were technically cheating on him.

"Bart no, I can't," you murmured, pushing yourself off of him. he gave you a defeated look, understanding where you coming from, "I'm sorry," you replied, going back to the food and trying to forget that you even made the move to reciprocate the kiss. in the back of your mind though, knew it that kiss meant that you had fell for Bart and hard.

+

"I have to head home, it's getting late and we patrol tomorrow night so I think it's best we head back," you whispered knowing you'd have to deal with your stingy boyfriend when you got home. Bart gave your hand one more squeeze before getting up, "see you later," Bart murmured, getting the inkling feeling that he'd probably receive a phone call tonight from you.

you nodded, making your way towards your apartment. you had a fuck ton of messages from your boyfriend and over ten missed calls by the time you sat comfortably in your couch. you finally dialed him back, instantly getting a bunch of curse words thrown at you for not picking up.

it felt like hours when the two of you finally stopped arguing with each other. it ended with you in tears and your voice hoarse as you had finally grown the nerve to break up with him. you knew for your mental health that it was time to do it and truthfully, your feelings for Bart were growing more and more every time you saw him. there was no point in continuing the relationship if you were no longer having feelings for him and although you felt guilty by doing it, you ripped it off like a band aid.

you grabbed your phone and clicked on Bart's number. Bart on the other hand shifted in his bed, seeing your contact light up his phone. he groggily picked it up, "hey," he said in that sleepy tone of his. you hiccuped, trying to control your tears, "can you come over?" you whispered, the crack of thunder scaring you shitless, "I really need someone right now."

Bart sighed, telling you to give him a minute before hanging up. Bart had no idea how many more of these late night sleepovers he had left in him. he sped over to your place, grabbing the secret key from the back of the broken piece of wood that was attached to your door frame. he opened it, seeing you sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in one hand and your hiccups still overcoming your body.

"what's wrong?" he asked. you stared at him, tears instantly rushing down your face, "I deserve to be happy right?" he nodded almost immediately, "than why do I feel so shitty because I broke up with him?" you asked.

Bart stared at you, not believing what he was hearing. you had finally broken up with that shitty boyfriend and he was the first person you contacted.

"because that's what manipulative people do ( your name )," he whispered, "they make you feel like shit for things that you didn't even do. you're perfect and he didn't deserve you or anyone like you. especially you though," he joked, bracing you even harder for a hug. he knew it would be wrong to try and make a move but gave you a kiss on the top of your head and whispered nothing but supportive things into your ear as you tried to calm yourself down.

the rain happening outside and Bart's words were lulling you to sleep as Bart hadn't even realized that you were passing out on his side. it wasn't until you hadn't moved that Bart realized you were not longer awake. he grabbed your body, lifting you up bridal style before making his way to your room.

he placed you down on your bed with every intention of just letting you sleep and him heading home but you grabbed onto his body, sleepily saying that he was going to stay here. you hadn't even said it as a question but more as a statement. he didn't argue with it; however, and he had thankfully came over in his pajamas as he scooted you over a bit and crawled in.

you smiled softly, hugging him instantly and passing out once again. Bart placed a small kiss on the top of your head before whispering into your ear, "you'll be mine one day, didn't I tell you that?" he murmured before trying to fall back asleep.

[animatedrapture]

"𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖞" — suna rintarou ;

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: suna rintarō is so much more than his bored eyes, the blunt between his lips, and his tendency to slack off—luckily, you're one of the very few people who know this; especially after he comes home to you sullen after finding out he didn't make it to the olympic players.

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: female reader. fluff—established relationship. angst if you squint. comfort. mention of drug use. like, one swear word.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2k

𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖙'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: in lieu of the influx of toxic stoner!suna content, i offer you a piece of appreciation towards him and all that he is. i was meaning to post this in my new blog but i thought there's so much of you here who would appreciate and need this more. written on a whim at 1AM and didn't proofread so for any errors, gomen. repost because tumblr tagging hates me. cross posted on ao3 under the same username. original post here. this was written before we got information that he actually made it to the olympic team. furudate really told me to stfu, huh?

It's you who find out first that there is truly so much more to Suna Rintarō than his expressionless exterior, sleepy eyes, and bored gaze towards even the most ridiculous situations. It's when his self assured stance dwindled as he walked towards you once upon a time, introducing himself first before asking you for your number.

"My number?" You echoed his request, trying your best not to gawk at his attractive features and six foot two stature towering over you so easily; making you feel oh so small. (Which is funny, given that you were already standing straight on your heels.)

"If you don't mind, 's cool if you say no," he replies, tearing his gaze from you as if he was actually anxious you'd say no.

It's funny, really. It's not every day a famous pro-athlete known for both his good looks and skills walk up to you, asking for your number and actually considering you'd say no to him and his pretty features—in fact, nevermind that he was pretty, it was more the fact that he wasn't so full of himself to actually think you wouldn't say no.

That's what makes you nod your head; your heart already beating right out of your chest as he gives you a lazy grin and his phone to press your number in. When you're done, you hand it back to him and you mentally pat yourself at the back for not visibly trembling.

"Y/N?" He reads your name from the contact information, and good God, did your name sound so beautiful coming out of his mouth. He doesn't wait for your reply anymore, looking back at you from his phone, the lazy smile still across his lips as if he knew it was a heart killer.

"Thanks, I'll text you later," is the last thing he said before he walked away from you.

It didn't take long for you to fall in love with someone like Suna Rintarō—underneath his detached personality also lied someone who was truly passionate with the things he set his mind to, gave his time to. Like you or volleyball or the video game he's been waiting to release for a whole month—it only had to be something or someone who was special enough, then, he would give it his all.

The smoke that filled his lungs occasionally did nothing to lessen your own intoxication of Suna Rintarō and his passions—because every exhale, his dark green eyes would meet yours and oh so easily, he offers you that same lazy smile yet one that was dripping with affection.

"Should you even be smoking that, Rintarō?" You had questioned him before, about the second time you've seen him put the rolled blunt in between his soft lips, inhaling it.

"It's a once in a while kinda thing, you don't actually think I'd sacrifice my career for this don'tcha?" He grins at you, amusement flooding his usually bored eyes — now glazed over with the effects of the weed—from the way he gazes at you with an eyebrow raised.

It's when you realize that Suna Rintarō was independent and knew what he was doing—did what he did with full awareness, full control, full flexibility. It's as if who he was in court was who he was in person as well.

"You're really interesting, y'know that Rin?" You had mumbled against his chest once before, it was at the first few months of dating—he had one of his arms around you with you cuddled on his side, watching a movie from his couch.

"Yeah?"

"I mean—you've always been so good at what you do, huh? But you still work for it."

"What makes you say that?" You can feel him looking down on face against his chest.

"C'mon, don't be silly. You were scouted at middle school and you only got better as you grew up!" You say, finally moving your head to meet his gaze.

But all you get is a flick on your forehead and his low chuckle, "'s not that deep, y/n," he answers.

But you already knew better.

Suna isn't one for words, and no matter how much you insist that he was beyond the description of words, he only rolls his narrowed eyes at you. You find out Suna Rintarō, your boyfriend, was a huge inspiration during your sixth month together when you finally met his little sister.

It's hard to say it wasn't amusing how snarky she was, just as he was to his friends whom you've met a few times before—Atsumu and Osamu Miya, you remember. She's quick with her tongue, easily retorting back to her brother's comments.

"Are you sure you didn't just pay Y/N-san to be your girlfriend, nii-san?"

"Nah, you still jealous I came out prettier than you?" Suna bites back, a teasing grin plastered across his face. His sister only scoffs, looking back at you.

"You can tell me if he blackmailed you to come here!" She attempts to whisper. You're not sure whether you should be worried or continue to laugh, but you do neither as you choke on the drink you were sipping on right as she told you this.

"Shit, Y/N," Suna curses as you cough, your throat burning at the drink's intrusion, but Suna's quick to rub soothingly against your back as he offers you his water, his eyes glazed over in panic.

"You okay?" He asks when you stopped coughing, and you nod in response—throat remaining slightly sore. Suna lets out an aggravated groan, "Be careful next time," he manages to scold you, but oddly enough, his words remain saccharine.

There's something about the way that his little sister doesn't seem the least bit surprised with his reaction that somehow lets you know that perhaps, Suna Rintarō might just be quite the caring brother behind closed doors.

After that, it was when Suna excused himself to take a call from his manager, leaving you with his sister.

"Hey, nee-san, promise you'll take care of Rin-nii? You won't break his heart, will you?" His sister asks, eyes gleaming with something akin to hope, expectation, wonder. It easily takes you by surprise.

"Don't you worry, I'll promise I'll take care of him, promise I won't break his heart," your voice easily softens, nodding. His little sister's gaze remains on you, as if she's assessing you and as if she would easily tell whether or not you meant the words that came out of your mouth.

It makes you hold a breath until she nods slowly, smiling at you lightly just as Suna comes walking back, eyebrows raised, knowing he must've missed something.

"Whatcha girls talkin' bout?" He asked as he slipped back on his seat beside you.

"None of your business, obviously," his sister quickly answers.

They're truly quite similar, it's enough to make you smile and get through meeting his little sister until both of you dropped her off back to the train station.

"What'd she tell you?" Suna nudged you after seeing her train leave.

"Nothing, Rin," you answered with a wide smile, leaning up to place a chaste kiss against his lips—yet just as you pull away, one of his hands has found its way behind your neck, pulling you back to him.

You never thought a kiss could feel so loving before—but it really seemed as if Suna Rintarō had a knack for proving you wrong, over and over again.

It was the day that the Olympic team was announced when you see so much more of Suna Rintarō. Quick like the blink of an eye, or lightning that leaves the thunder chasing it; Suna felt the exhaustion, the pressure, the burnt-out feeling that's been repressed in the back of his head. It comes to him, crashing down like boulders not just on his shoulders but weighing down every part of his body.

Did he lack somewhere? He wonders. Where did that lacking end and start? What could have he done? Was it training, where he spent most of his time now? Suna had end up seeing you less and less since the drafting of olympic players started and you've been nothing but patient.

What was he supposed to tell you? After all the time it has stolen away from you—that he didn't make it?

When he opened the door to your shared apartment, he doesn't look up at you with a relieved sigh as he usually would—he avoids you gaze entirely, he avoids your observing eyes from the couch you sat on, watching him slowly shrug his shoes off.

"I'm just gonn—" he started, about to make an excuse to avoid looking at you.

"Prepared your bath, Rin. C'mon," Suna hears you say but it doesn't sink in his head, watching you take his hand, leading him to the bathroom.

Suna remains silent as he looks down on the bath you prepared for him, warm and inviting.

"Meet me in the kitchen when you're done, okay?" He hears you say, followed by the echo of your footsteps walking away.

You easily understand that Suna Rintarō was more than his talents, his efforts, and every little thing about him when you feel his large arms wrapped around you, his broad chest pressed against your back and his face buried on the crook of your neck. His fresh scent right out of the shower engulfing you and invading your senses, flooding you with him.

"'m sorry, bunny," he mumbles.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Ri—"

"It's odd, thought I'd pull it off, thought it'd be nothin' if I didn't make it. Don't know why I'm so upset right now," he continues, cutting you off, "Been so patient for me too, bunny. Thought I'd be nice to make you proud, ya know?"

Your sigh comes out sharp from the heavy feeling from your chest, not knowing what to do to make him feel better—like he did with you, always knowing his way around your low moments.

You wriggle out of his arms, making him grumble until you fully face him. He looks back at you with a small frown, eyebrows furrowed, watching your expression.

"I'm always proud of you, Rin. Olympic player or not, you make me so proud," you speak softly, your hands cupping each side of his face.

"Don't even get why it matters to me this much, it's just—" it was your turn to cut him off, tipping your toes to press a lingering kiss against his lips. Suna smiles against your lips, carrying you to sit on the kitchen counter like he always did—knowing you always would have to tip on your toes to reach him.

Soon, the lingering kiss turns slow and passionate—lips softly grazing the other, and it feels more like pouring the heavy weight of love out of your chest and into the other. A kiss so loving, so reassuring, so passionate—the kind that easily takes your breath away and makes your mind go blank. When Suna pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. You smile at him because it's all you can do when your heart feels like it's going to leap out of your throat just to offer itself to him entirely—and Suna smiles back at you, pecking your lips before wrapping his arms around you again, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You run your fingers through his hair, hoping it would help soothe him, and then you say, "I promise that you'll make it next year, Rin. I'll be with you now, and I'll still be with you then."

It only makes him hold you tighter, closer to him, "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, Rintarō. You deserve the world and all the stars in the galaxy."

"'s too bad there's nothin' more I need than you, then."

That's what Suna tells you—Suna, who was smoke in his lungs, dumb videos of the twins to blackmail them with, little mistakes, bored eyes, and lazy attitude. The same Suna who was slow kisses, passion, and genuine smiles reserved for you—the same Suna who gave his passions his all, the same Suna who held you securely in his arms every night, the same Suna his little sister admired. Most of all, the same Suna Rintarō you loved with every beat of your heart, every fibre of your being.

📞 violet is calling... all content featured belongs to ©️ animatedrapture. do not plagiarize, repost, or modify.

[unfinshedsentec]

Heyloo! If it’s okay can I request a draken x fem or gn reader who’s being harassed by their ex gf b/c she wants y/n back and draken sees this and intervenes saying he’s their bf n y/ns ex doesn’t believe him so he kisses them and their ex gets the hint and leaves, leaving them still in a kiss n when they pull away they are both flustered n drakens like I just kissed an attractive stranger and y/n n him get to know each other better after the whole ordeal and later get together:3

Hey love! Thank you for requesting!! I sort’ve mixed this with another request, so it won’t be exact, but it’s still the same gist❤️

I love you|| k.ryuuguji

reader is gender neutral!

word count: 2.1k+

character pairing: ryuuguji ken (draken) x reader

tw: cursing and toxicity (toxic ex)

It had been December 1st yet; you were in a pair of shorts and cursing out the annoyingly warm weather. Sweat trickled down your soft skin as you panted while walking up the steep incline that led to place you wanted to go, the movie theater, which was also the place that motivated you to move on, partly due to its nice air conditioning.

But that wasn't the only reason you wanted to be there. Naturally, you were also going to the theater to see a particular movie that you had been really looking forward to. Unfortunately, you were only able to see it just now because the theater was packed full, but , you finally managed to book a ticket and now, you could finally see the movie which you anticipated would be one of the best one's you'd ever see.

What you didn't anticipate was the insane weather of the day. Luckily, you quickly arrived at the theater, which you lived not far from, got approval to go in, and grabbed your favorite snacks for the movie.

Though, you being stupid and excited led you to splurging on expensive movie snacks, and by the time everything had been made, your arms were full of popcorn, drinks, candy, and even pretzels. Struggling, you made your way down to the designated theater and sat down at the closest seat you could, not being able to hold everything any longer.

Peacefully, you situated yourself, and then turned your fascinated eyes towards the large screen in front of you, which was playing the usual advertisements. You casually popped a handful of popcorn in your mouth while you intently watched the upcoming movies, and in your mind, you thought about which ones you wanted to see.

Many advertisements played, and many handfuls of popcorn had been shoved in your mouth, when finally, the movie you had been waiting so long to see finally started. You practically started screaming when you saw the beginning credits, purely from anticipation and excitement. And, from there, your full attention had been turned towards the screen

Well, that was until someone had sat down in the seat directly next to you, despite the row full of empty seats next to you. You questioned the strange action at first, but you ultimately brushed it off and turned your attention back towards the movie.

But suddenly, the unknown person spoke, absolutely shocking you.

"Is all that for you?" The all too familiar voice caused your head to snap to your side, shock being written on your originally excited features. Waves of dread, and anxiety bubbled up in your chest. You didn't even have to look at the person next to you to know who they were. You already knew that your ex was sitting beside you.

The very one that ruined you.

Hearing your ex's voice shook you enough that it took you a moment to collect yourself, at least to the extent where you could talk again. Masking your surprise and albeit, fear, you spoke to him for the first time after a year since your breakup.

"N-no, actually it's for me....and my boyfriend" you blatantly lied, all you previously gained confidence going down the drain after hearing his voice. You practically shook, barely being able to take being around him.

After all, being around him reminded you of how broken he made you feel, and to be honest, it made you feel completely and utterly broken again.

"Awww c'mon, there's no way you replaced me that quickly" he replied. "Besides, there isn't a soul around here..." The male next to you leaned in closer to you, so close that you could feel his warm breath brush against your face. Although you couldn't see him, you instinctively knew a wicked smile was on his face.

"Well...that's because he's using the restroom ass-hat, now leave me the hell al- "Unintentionally, you cut yourself off from your own gasp, as his hand reached up to your check and yanked your face closer to his. Now, you were so close to him that his breath brushed up against your trembling lips. His thumb stroked your check, as he brought you even closer.

"Don't forget baby, no one can love you like I do. I know it won't be long before you come runnin' back to me.... after all, you're so deeply in love and obsessed with me. You'll never love anyone like you love me"

You struggled to escape his tight grasp, but to no avail. Desperately, you tried to move your face further away from his, as your reeled in disgust. Silently, you shivered, your mind going into overdrive. His words were, once again, getting into your broken mind, like they always did.

But this time, unlike the past, you were different. You were more independent and knew your worth, so you shook off his words, not letting them get to you again. But still, you were stuck in a trance.

His trance.

However, as you continued wriggling away from your ex, an unfamiliar presence and voice came from behind you, snapping you out of your ex's trance. 

"Yo dude, the hell are you doing to my s/o?" the voice angrily gritted.

"Ha, s/o?! As if- "Your ex's words stopped as he looked at the figure behind you, and slowly his hand slid off your face and returned towards his own body. Out of curiosity, you turned too, hoping to see your savior. But what you saw certainly wasn't what you were expecting.

Behind you stood a tall guy, one that was at least six feet tall. From the light of the movie, you could see he had blonde hair and dark black eyes. His eyes and face held anger as he looked at your ex in pure disgust. He also had a dragon tattoo on the left side of his temple, making his look even more intimidating.

"I'm gonna say this once and once only, get the fuck away from 'em, or else, I'll kill you" he darkly said.

"You really tryin' to pick a fight with me?" Your ex responded, storming over to the much taller guy. While your ex was trying to act brave, you could see his trembling body and bad posture as he shrunk into himself.

He really looked like he was going to piss himself.

"Eh, you wanna go?" the tall guy said, cracking his neck while an almost menacing smirk came onto his face.

"Uh-umm....”

"C'mon, let's go"

"...actually, I'm all good! You can have them!" Your ex said, running out of the theater with his tale between his legs. Both yours and the unfamiliar guy's eyes watched him as he left with pure tears streaming down his face.

An amused laugh came out of the taller guys as you too, amusedly watched your ex leave.

"Damn, talk about a big head for someone's body" the unfamiliar guy chuckled, his now softer gaze turning towards yours, though, he still had a bit of a stoic expression on his face.

"Y-yeah"

Awkward silence filled the small space between the both of you, you in particular not knowing what to say. Should you thank him? Or should you offer him the seat next to you? Truth be told, your anxiety made you want to say nothing, in fear of saying something stupid.

Thankfully, while you were overthinking, the blonde spoke for you.

"Mind if I sit there?" he said, pointing at the seat next to you. "Just in case that weirdo comes runnin' back"

"Yeah! O-of course" you shakily spoke, the new guy now sitting next to you.

Once again, silence came between the both of you, both of you turning your to the big screen. However, your mind dug at you, as you felt guilty for not thanking him. He helped you, the least you could do was thank him, right?

You just hoped you wouldn't say something stupid in the process.

"Hey...ummm, thanks for helping me back there"

"Huh, of course. I fuckin hate assholes like that" he replied, a hint of anger being in his voice. "Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Draken by the way"

"Y/n. I'm Y/n L/n"

"Nice to meet ya Y/n, if you need help with assholes like that again just call me" Draken then pulled out his phone and probed you to put your own number in.

"I will.... thank you" you replied, doing just that. You weren't expecting him to be so nice to you, but you were beyond thankful for it.  You were beyond thankful for him. And if you were honest, you were sure you'd need his help again.

After all, you clearly had pretty bad luck.

And, ironically enough, you ended up needing Draken's help more than once after the movie theater. You ended up calling him quite often, so much so that you met his friend, Mikey, who often tagged along with him.

You even ended up taking both him and Mikey out as a thank you, more than once.

Soon enough, you ended up calling Draken for other things besides your ridiculous ex's. Before you knew it, you were friends with him. Friends meant spending time with each other, and you spent A LOT of time with Draken. And before you knew it, you found yourself longing to be with Draken all the time.

You felt empty without him, and when you did see him, you found yourself unable to take your eyes off him. When you were around him, your heartbeat so much that you could hear it echo throughout your whole body. Butterflies entered your stomach every time his gaze turned towards you.

Long story short, you had caught feelings for him. Ones so intense that you began to think you loved him, really loved him.

The only problem you had with your feelings was, you had no idea what to do with them.

You couldn't resort to your friends because they had no idea who Draken was, Google was useless when it came to love, and you certainly didn't have any ideas yourself. So, you resorted to the shorter blonde boy that knew Draken better than anyone, the very one that managed to force you into being friends.

That's right, you went to Mikey for help.

"What do I do Mikey?" you shakily questioned, beginning to get desperate.

"Ehhh, what do ya mean, what do you have to do? You confess!"

"But what if he says no!"

"Ha, he definitely won't"

"Bu-"

"CONFESS TO HIM!!! TELL HIM, I LOVE YOU!! IF YOU DON'T DO IT, I WILL!!" he yelled, throwing his Dorayaki at you.

"Alright...alright, I'll do it now" you quickly gave in, knowing Mikey would absolutely confess for you, and in the most embarrassing way too.

"Good! Do it now!"

"I didn't mean literally n-"

"KEN-CHIN, GET OVER HERE!!" Mikey yelled without a moment wasted.

"Mikey!!" you yelled, a bright pink blush appearing on your cheeks. 

You really weren't expecting to confess to him so soon, but clearly you didn't have much of an option. Truth be told, you were scared. You didn't want to ruin your friendship, let alone the ones you made with Draken's friends. But still, there was a part of you that was excited.

You loved Draken and wanted to be with him. You just hoped he felt the same.

"What'cha need Mikey?"

"Nothing!" he yelled, running away.

Draken stood there completely and utterly confused, his eyes following the blonde, who went behind a tree.

"The hell?" he questioned.

"H-he called you over for me"

"Oh, what's up then?" he said, moving his glance back towards you. You, shrunk in response, your own gaze moving towards the cement below you, you not being confident enough to look at him in the eyes.

"I just needed to...I needed to tell you that... I love you!" you blurted out, finally looking at him.

Silence filled the air between the both of you, like the one that was there when you first met. A shocked expression formed on Draken's face, as he simply stared at you, clearly overtaken by shock. You, shrunk even more by the simple blank look in his eyes.

Truth be told, you almost ran away put of embarrassment, but suddenly, his shocked expression turned into one full of relief and admiration.

"Took ya long enough, idiot" he replied, a small smile appearing on his face. "I love you too"

And from that day on, you finally became happy. Draken was great to you, as he always had been. He protected you yet made sure to love you. And you, did the same.

Finally, you were truly loved. You were truly happy.

And it's all because of some random man that helped you with your stupid ex

//end