#and going there by bus seems a little...silly (because it's so close)

[theflyingfeeling]

I feel so terrible for having used delivery services for ordering groceries on so many separate days while being too sick to go to the grocery store, instead of planning ahead and ordering a larger amount at one time, but excuse meeeeeee I've been too poorly to think clearly and haven't really felt like eating much of anything, also I'm terrible at planning grocery shopping even when I'm healthy, so doing that while feeling like a moldy garbage bin is like, ten times as hard 😭

[isagispuzzle]

it's so hilarious how yukimiya is canonically the unluckiest character, i imagine he would have such a hard time trying to impress his crush.

being a model, yukimiya knows his angles and how to carry himself, but somehow, you never catch him in the most flattering positions. the first time you meet, you see him trying to catch the snack his friend was going to throw into his mouth, but his friend sneezes right when the snack is launched and yukimiya gets hit in the eye (yes, the snack somehow gets past his glasses. how does that even happen?). on another day, he sees you stranded at a bus stop near the school because it's pouring and you didn't have an umbrella, but when he walks towards you in hopes of getting to share his umbrella with you, he slips on a puddle and lands on his butt with a splash.

while yukimiya always has a smile on his face, his close friends would know that it isn't always genuine, and behind his polite friendliness, he loved to gossip. the unfortunate thing is, you've caught him more than once in a less than ideal situation. for example, after politely rejecting a classmate's confession, he turned around to roll his eyes because she could barely give a good reason beyond his looks for why she had feelings for him, just for you to be right in front of him to see his scoff up close. ah, not to mention that one time you overheard yukimiya snickering with his friends about a teacher looking like a turtle. it still keeps him up at night sometimes.

yukimiya knows that it's impossible to keep up his smile all the time, but at the very least, he wants you to always see him smiling, so he makes sure to try extra hard whenever you're around. or at least whenever he thinks you're around.

it's one of those days when everything is just a little too much to bear, so yukimiya excuses himself from soccer training to catch a breath in a corner of the school compound, hidden from view behind a vending machine. but of course, it's just his luck that you happen to use the one next to him, out of all the vending machines in the school. he brushes off your concern when you ask why he's crouched on the ground, and he slaps on a smile as he tries to distract you with some small talk. yet, you seem unconvinced, so you buy him a drink and crouch next to him.

in your bid to comfort him, you recount the silly situations you've seen him in, not realising that he's burying his face deeper into his hands with every word you say. you let it slip that you think these sides of him are cute, and although many, including himself, think of yukimiya as calm and composed, he looks up at you with wide eyes and an uncontrollable blush.

[captain-huggy-bear]

This is a vent/therapy piece with Dad!Clay <3 1000 Followers Celly Finished Requests are currently closed while I work through current ones <3 Writing Masterlist

There were times growing up where your brother got everything you wanted, no matter what. Times where food he had previously not wanted was taken off your plate because he suddenly wanted that drumstick or that piece of cake. Times where you were forced to share toys before you were done playing with them, even when they were your toys in the first place. Things taken even after they were given to you because despite missing his opportunity to ask for it he changed his mind, because he was your big brother, because he was babied in a way that you weren't.

You loved your brother but there was a deep childhood wound in you there. One you could feel ready to reopen as you watched your own children.

Penelope had asked for an extra piece of corn at the family BBQ and Clayton had given it to her after asking Elliot if he wanted one as it was the last one left. At the time Elliot had expressed no interest, eating his food and practically ignoring Clay, so Clay had given the corn to Penny. It sat on her plate while she ate the rest of her meal, her waiting to eat it last because it was one of her favourite. It was fine until now.

Until Elliot decided he wanted it and asked for it from Clay, as if he was entitled to it because he hadn't had a piece yet...despite having rejected it earlier. It was clear Elliot expected it to just be given to him and you couldn't help but frown, arms wrapping around yourself as you watched Clay crouch to Elliot's level.

You're waiting...waiting for the other shoe to drop, the wound to reopen, for Clay to take that piece of corn off of Penny's plate and give it to Elliot because he asked for it...because that's what your parents would have done. But it never happens.

"Bud, you can't have it." Clay shakes his head at Elliot, voice stable, calm, reasonable.

"But I want it!" Elliot stomps his foot and clenches his fists in that way that only little kids do, being the younger of the pair he was still in a bit of a temper tantrum phase, cheeks going red as they puffed out. You expected Clay to give in then, maybe it would be easier to. But, he doesn't.

"I asked you if you wanted it earlier and you ignored me. It's on Penny's plate, so it's Penny's. We can't change our mind and take stuff from people, that's not fair."

"Bu-" Clay cuts him off, calm as ever, voice even.

"If I took that piece of chicken off your plate and gave it to Penny right now because she asked for it, how would you feel?" Clay raises one eyebrow as he points to the piece of grilled chicken, as he waits for Elliot to respond. Elliot who mumbles under his breath too quiet for either of you to hear.

"Speak up, Bud."

"I would be unhappy." He grumbles, but you can see it there, the understanding in his eyes, that was his little body changes from defiant to defeated. Like he understands, realises that he can't demand things even of his older sister.

"Okay, so next time, if you think you might want something you have to ask before it's given to someone else, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good boy, now finish your chicken." Elliot scuttles back up onto his chair, pulls his plate to himself and eats quietly, already forgetting about it. But you don't forget and neither does Penny.

You watch Penny; the way she smiles brightly at her dad, how her little shoulders drop in relief like she, too, was waiting for Clay to take her bit of corn away, to give it to Elliot because he was younger, because he asked...and maybe to someone else it might seem silly but something about it all just heals something inside you.

That little girl that had so many things taken away because her brother wanted them, rejoices at seeing your husband protect your daughter from that familiar disappointment, that familiar feeling of being less. Because really, that's the crux of it, right? That it felt like your brother was loved more because things were taken from you to give to him.

You can see in Penny's eyes that she knows she's loved, can tell that she feels it in that moment, even if it's just a bit of corn. Something so simple but that makes such a large statement.

You wrap your arm around Clay's waist, leaning into his side and peering up at him with the softest smile he's ever seen. Like he's done something heroic, amazing, and he's not sure what caused it but he revels in it, arms wrapping back around you and tugging you as close as possible.

"Thank you, baby."

""Mm, for what?"

"Not taking from Penny."

"Why would I ever do that?" And it's really that simple for Clay isn't it? That he'd never take from either of his children to give to the other, that they are treated equally, fairly, whether one is a boy or one is a girl, whether one is older or one is younger. You married the right man. You decided to have babies with the right man.

You just lean your head on his shoulder and let out a happy, content sigh because God, you made the best choice when you picked him.

[distracted-milkshake]

Like ‘Em Weird - Steven Grant x reader

Warnings: bri’ish reader, non explicit sex, snogging tf out of Steven, general embarrassment, slight jerk Marc

Words: 4k

Rating: M

Summary: A fast moving relationship halts abruptly when the cute guy you met at a cafe wakes up a completely different person.

or

How you helped Steven figure out his body has multiple tenets, and that he doesn’t mind sharing it it’s you

I haven’t actually finished Moon Knight, so any inconsistencies or straight up false stuff is on me. Other guy isn’t here because I haven’t met him yet

Whipping up 1-5k oneshots while I can't get even ten in on my wip is such a me thing it's not even laughable anymore

Also! I have read a lot about DID and talked with friends who have it, and the portrayal of the reader does not represent kind or correct treatment of people with such issues at all, just wanted to be clear that I as the author know that and this isn’t any sort of handbook

AO3 link

“You gonna talk to me or just keep staring?” 

Steven blinks, immediately feeling his hands and cheeks go hot. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was staring–!” He quiets as you stand and drag your metal chair the few feet across the cafe patio to his table, plopping into it. 

“Hi.” He murmurs, eyes dropping to his lap as he wrings his hands. 

”Hey,” You reach your hand over the table, flashing a smile, introducing yourself. 

“Steven Grant.” He shakes it, adjusting in his seat.

“No worries, by the way. I never know how to start a conversation either.” 

“I am so sorry, really, I hadn’t noticed. I uh, I don’t do that, I swear, I was just sort of spaced out.” He sucks in a breath and lets it out slowly, running a hand through his hair to get it off his face. “I don’t usually see a lot of pretty girls around, not ones that I find pretty– well, I mean there’re plenty of pretty girls, just not as– you just…” he swallows, wishing he could sink far enough into his chair to disappear from the face of the Earth. 

“God I wish I could start over.” He says. 

“This conversation, or since you started staring?” 

“My life at this point.”

“Take as long as you need.” You grin. 

“My name’s Steven, I work in a gift shop.” 

“At the museum?” 

“Yeah,” he nods, sitting up straighter. 

“I knew it, I’ve seen you before! I love that place.” 

“Ah! Me too! It’s ahm, probably about my favorite place in the world.” 

He goes off about something having to do with history, half of which you don’t quite follow, but you listen anyway. 

He tells you about several different exhibits from the museum he works at, stuff that isn’t on the little plaques, going on tangents here and there about the origins of popular misconceptions. 

“…and that’s just off the top of my head; numerous examples of it.” He takes a sip of his coffee, suddenly seeming to realize something. 

“Shit. Im sorry, I’ve been talking entirely too much. You want to tell me about you?” 

“No, it’s cool, I get it.” You laugh. “You read a lot.” 

“Oh loads, anything that interests me, I love books.” 

“Music's my thing.” You say. 

“Oh, do you play?” 

“Nah, I collect. CDs mostly, vinyl sometimes.” You finish your drink, setting your cup aside. 

“I’d love to get into it, but I should be going. Do you wanna get dinner sometime?” You ask. 

“Yeah,” he nods and you pull out your phone, handing it to him to put his number in.

“I’m vegan, but anywhere you like is fine though. Saturday work?” He says. 

“Saturday’s brilliant.” You click your phone closed when he turns it back to you, tucking it back in your pocket. 

“Brilliant.” 

“I’ll call you with the place. See ya then.” 

“See ya.” 

Saturday rolls around, and you get off the bus to a lovely little Indian place with a bounce in your step. 

You had double checked they had plenty of vegan options, spending the last few days trying and failing not to text Steven every half hour. 

“Sorry! I got put on inventory again.” Steven huffs as he bounds up to you, making you feel a little silly as he’s all dressed up. 

“You’re right on time actually. I just came early.” 

“Oh, thank goodness.” He says, exhaling heavily and straightening his back. 

He holds up a bouquet. “Um, these are for you.” 

“Oh my God.” You smile, taking them from him, turning them over. 

“I hate flowers, but that has got to be about the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.” 

“Sorry, I’ll uh, I’ll remember that.” 

“Nothing to be sorry about, I appreciate it. Shall we?” You gesture to the restaurant door. 

“Oh– Of course,” Steven sidesteps to hold open the door for you, and you both head in. 

Seated with your food on the way, you look your date up and down expectantly, to which he sets his drink down and explains. 

“I am keeping my mouth sealed unless spoken to. Even if it means I’m staring.” He jokes at the end with a smirk. 

“Sure you’re going to be able to stick to that?” You tease, taking a long sip from your mango lassi. 

“Sure am. Talk to me.” 

So you do. 

You tell him all about where your from, your favorite band, the kinds of movies and shows you like, and he chimes in with his own, careful not to dominate the conversation with his preferred topics, which as much as you love the sound of his voice, you’re grateful for. 

“You know there’s something special about you maybe.” He says when you’re about finished with your meal. “I feel like I just click with you. Is that weird?” 

“No, it’s not weird.” You shake your head, meeting his eyes. “That’s not weird at all.” 

You walk with him down the street, hands in your pockets from the slight chill, but keeping close enough your arms are almost touching. 

It’s quiet, and it’s a comfortable quiet, but you can’t help but feel nagged at by a lack of something. 

You come to an intersection, and Steven turns to you. 

“Well, thank you, for going out with me.” You take him in, framed in the streetlight, messy hair and nice clothes, pretty eyes catching the light. 

“I hope you have a great rest of your night–” 

You push him against the brick wall of the building closest and catch his lips in a kiss, startling him as his hands hover over your shoulders, then your arms, before finding your back and waist, pulling you close. 

He kisses back confidently at first, then out of sync, then trying to pull away, saying something muffled. 

“Good?” You break the kiss to ask, wetting your lips. 

“Yeah. S’prised me’s all.” He says, breathing heavy. “I just wanted to say I think you’re gorgeous.” 

You pull him back into it with almost feverish urgency, pushing your tongue past his lips and to the roof of his mouth where you find his and press and move against it roughly, hand finding the back of his head to tilt just enough to have the perfect angle to explore. 

You recede to let him breathe and Steven catches a dribble of spit with the back of his hand, looking mortified as he having no where else wipes in on his coat. 

You bite your tongue to keep from laughing, wiping his bottom lip with your thumb. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles. “Sorry that’s gross, I dunno if I’ve ever been kissed like that, I’ve no idea how,” he wipes his lips again. “It’s not like movies. Very, very wet.” 

“You talk a lot for someone who stares.” 

“In the restaurant. Out here I’ve dropped it now. You know I don’t know if I want to be remembered as that guy in your head.” 

“Something else, then?” 

“I’m cool with gift shop guy.” He says as you give him lighter pecks on the mouth. 

“Much better than spaced out Steven.” You giggle, tracing his cheekbone around back to his ear and down his beck, letting your thumb slip under his collar as you press your forehead against his. 

“Yeah well, I find it hard to get a good night’s sleep.” 

“I’d like to get a good one with you.” 

“Hmnn?” His eyes flit to your lips and then back up to yours, bewildered. 

“Oh, oh you mean!” He pulls back and gives an enthusiastic nod, a wide smile on his face.

“Hells yeah.” 

“I like your apartment,” Steven says under his breath between dizzying kisses in your entryway, watching you alternate between his throat and kissing him with utter fascination, unsure how to keep up or what to do with just how expertly you’re making him fall apart. 

“You haven’t seen it yet.” 

You pull him by the wrist through your living space, past the couch to your bedroom, where you shut the door and shuck off his jacket. 

“Do you have a condom?” He asks before you can devour any attempts he has at talking again with your mouth. 

“Yeah, one sec.” You dig around in your nightstand drawer, pulling one out and turning back to give Steven a gentle shove onto the bed, climbing atop him and undoing his buttons with your free hand. 

“I can’t believe this is really happening,” Steven says when you finish with his top and strip off your own, tearing the condom open and sitting back on your haunches. “This is unbelievable.” 

You grab him by the chin, making his heart skip a beat. “Let’s aim for unforgettable.” You say. 

Steven lays on his back, hands on his chest, having finally caught his breath. 

“That was lovely.” He says. 

“Lovely?” You repeat, stretching your spine, side eying him. 

He turns on his elbow you look at you. “Lovely. Amazing. Mind blowing. All of the above.” 

“Been awhile?” You chuckle, tracing his collarbone to his shoulder before hooking your arm over it. 

“You have no idea.” As lost in your eyes he is, he pulls away to check the time, sitting up. 

“I um, I should get back to my apartment,” he moves to get off the bed, and you sit up after him, catching his wrist. “Hey wait. Don’t be ridiculous, stay.”

“No, I uh…” Steven stops himself, not wanting to mess this up. If he told you he had some weird sleep condition, that he literally bolted himself to his bed to sleep every night for fear of missing hours or waking up places he didn’t recognize, he was certain that was the kind of thing that would scare you off. 

That look you're giving him, that half lidded, cocksure smile, still topless and not even trying to cover it, it’s convincing enough on its own. 

“That’d be just fine. Yeah. Yeah okay.” He relaxes back into the bed and you lean up and kiss him. 

“Great.” You murmur, pulling him in and tugging the covers back over you. 

Maybe just one night would be fine. 

Marc wakes up in an unfamiliar room, with an unfamiliar woman in bed next to him.

You stir, burrowing your face into the pillows before you feel the bed spring back, blinking your eyes open and pulling yourself up just enough to see him retrieving his clothes from the floor. 

“Hey, no rush, it’s Sunday, come ‘ere.” 

“I’m sorry, you seem nice and all, but I was not supposed to wake up here.” 

“What happened to your accent?” You laugh humorlessly, brow knitting. 

“Accent? Jesus, I don’t have time for this, I’ve got to be in Madripoor in like two hours, that idiot was supposed to be back at his apartment.” 

He gathers up the rest his things as he mutters to himself. “Yeah yeah I know, I can get to the justice after I get back to his apartment and sort things out there. I swear if this is what gets him… yes. Of course I’m grateful. I will handle it.” 

“Hey, wait!” You pull a t-shirt and pajama pants on, following him into your living room, but by then he’s already got his shoes on. 

He opens and struts right out your front door without another word, slamming it behind him. 

Monday afternoon you take your lunch break to head down to he museum, stomping right up and into the corner gift shop, where sure enough, Steven sits twiddling a pen while he reads. 

He sets aside both when you walk in, smile falling when he sees your face. 

You plant your palms and lean directly over the counter, huffing. 

“Hey, you know I really can’t believe I fell for your shy soft boy act, you pull that on everyone? Or was I just ‘special’ enough to catch your attention?” 

“What? I– what are you talking about– hey!” He jumps up from his seat as you push back from the counter, folding your arms. 

“I mean what on Earth is wrong with you!” You stare him down as he rounds his station to speak with you. 

“Hey, whatever I said, I’m sorry? I don’t– I didn’t mean it– will you please tell me what you are talking about?” 

“You jerk. Can you go one minute without lying? Rhetorical, because you obviously can, if it’s convenient to getting in my pants. God! I can’t believe I slept with you.” 

“You slept with me?!” He exclaims, hunching over as a couple passerbys give him looks, making you roll your eyes. “Holy shit, I thought I dreamt that.” He says mostly to himself, tugging at the hair behind his ear. 

You look at him, jittery, wrinkled clothes, chewing at his thumbnail. 

“Are you high?” You ask, tilting your head to get a better look at his face, trying to make out if it’s a bruise or just bags under his eyes. 

He quickly shakes his head. “No, no-no-no, I-I don’t do pills or anything. I mean, maybe I should, to be honest– but I’ve never done drugs of any kind.” 

You throw up your hands. “Why would I believe you after yesterday!” 

“Yesterday? Why– What happened yesterday.” 

“Unbelievable. You know, you aren’t worth this. Don’t text me anymore.” You turn to the door, but his whirls around you in a panic, blocking you. 

“Wait! Wait, please. Look I don’t know what happened the other night, but I assure you that's not me, I’m not like that, I would never say stuff like that, I’d never use you, I like you! I really like you, and I don’t want to never see you again.” 

You study his expression, torn between how completely devoid of any sort of dishonesty it looks, paired with how desperate his tone is, and just who you remember walking out of your apartment. 

“You’re acting completely different now.” You shake your head, hanging it and letting out a long sigh before looking back up at him, which you immediately regret because he has the saddest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. “I have to get to work. If you think you can explain to me just what the hell is going on with you, meet me at the park at six thirty, I’ll… I’ll hear you out.” 

“Thank you,” he folds his hands, needing to shout after you as you make to leave. “I won’t let you down, I promise!”

You give a dismissive wave as you head out museum's front doors. 

“…and that’s all I know, I swear.” You’re seated on a bench in the park. By now the sun has set, and the lights are the only illumination with a cloudy night sky. 

“I believe you.” You sigh, letting the leg you’d been sitting on down from the bench to stretch. “How often does this happen?” 

“Most nights. Been trying not to sleep because of it.” 

You shake your head. “Why the hell haven’t you gone to a doctor?” 

“Because I can sort it, it’s fine. You go to a doctor if you're sick, I’m not sick.” He fiddles with his hands, realizing your looking at them he smoothes them down his pants and keeps them on his knees. 

“Sleepwalking isn’t sick. It-it’s just like, stress, or something.” Even saying it aloud he didn’t believe it, but what was the alternative? That he was legitimately mad? 

“Steven, look at me. You need to get help for this. That's mental. It’s not normal. Tell me you’ll get help.” 

“I’ll look into it.” He scratches at his neck.

You frown. “And mean it. You need help.” 

“I mean it, I will get help.” He nods when you put a hand over his, pulling him into a side hug. 

“Thank God.” You murmur. 

Two months later, you and Steven are kind of dating. 

Though your relationship had taken a big step back, you still texted and called him frequently. You didn’t feel like you could bring yourself to getting any closer, not when you still didn’t know who you had woken up in bed with. 

Today he’s over for tea, on your couch with his hands folded, helping himself to the biscuits you put out. 

You come back from putting the water on, stuffing a couple cookies in your mouth before he can eat them all. 

“Oh! I erm, I got you a copy of that new CD from that band you like.” Steven digs around in his bag, pulling out a still wrapped album, handing it to you. 

“Holy cow.” You scoff as you take it. 

It was the newest release from your favorite band, and had been sold out everywhere for more than two weeks. 

“I can’t believe you remembered. I’m putting this on right now.” You pop on the stereo, slow rock jams filling the apartment as the water boils and you bring the pot to the table, filling Steven’s cup. 

“So how are you doing?” You ask. 

“Oh, mostly good. I still haven’t figured him, Marc, out much, but I am sleeping better.” 

“You figure out just what ‘he’ is yet.” 

“No, still no diagnosis. I’m having trouble finding a therapist I like. I also, you know, not keen on institutionalization.” 

“Right. Well I mean so long as he doesn’t decide to go on some break.” You grimace, wondering what the hell he could’ve had been up to in Madripoor of all places, if he’d even been serious. 

“Beg your pardon?” 

“Never mind.” You give your hand a wave. “I still can’t believe I’m how you found out.” 

“Hey now hang on, I knew, I just didn’t know why.” He stands up to be at your height, annoyed. 

“Or how, or what.” You give him a look. 

“Yeah. But I did know.” He shrugs. “Even though he was trying to keep it from me.” 

“Well yeah, probably because you’re the nice one. Marc is a prick.” 

“The hell did she just say about me!?” Marc growls, catching his eye in his reflection in your tea kettle. 

Steven blinks. “He didn’t like that.” 

You draw your brow, frowning. “He can hear me?” 

“Apparently? I don’t get most of it myself, I didn’t think he could hear me till like last week.” 

You push off the back of the couch. “Tell him to come out here and talk to me right now.” 

“Uh, right, sure, yeah. Marc, you heard her.” He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. 

When he opens them again, you slap him across the face. 

He cups his cheek, turning to look at you. “Still Steven!” 

“Shit– I’m sorry!” You cover your mouth. 

“You were going to smack him? But that’s me!” 

“I thought– I didn’t think it through, really. Is he not there?” 

“I can’t really make him come out, he just kind of does it if I let him.” 

“I’m sorry I hit you.” You say. 

“No,” he shakes his head. “He totally deserves it. Prick is right on the money.” 

“Even so, I shouldn’t have done that.” 

“Already better.” He smiles. “Though a kiss wouldn’t hurt…” 

You raise a brow and smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

You hang out a while longer before heads home, leaving you to think. 

“I want to date her too.” 

“What?” Steven looks up at his mirror from across the room. “You won’t tell me where you’ve been pissing years of my life away, what you’ve been doing, but now you want to meddle with the one good thing that’s happened to me, after you nearly screwed it all up? That’s rich.” 

“I didn’t want much of anything to do with her until I saw the way she slapped you, I mean, that was unexpected.”

“She’s for sure, isn’t she? All the more reason you will not be seeing her unless she asks.” 

“Let me talk to her or I’ll break up with her.” 

“We’re not together…ish. I don’t know, it’s not the simplest.” 

“I’ll ghost her. Delete her contacts. You know I will.” 

“Alright! Okay, fine. Jesus.” 

He picks up his phone. “Don’t you negotiate in anything but threats?” He starts to dial your number, then stops. 

“Hang on… you’re jealous, aren’t you?” 

“I’m sorry?” 

“You're jealous I’ve a girlfriend and you don’t. And she doesn’t talk nicely about you.” 

“I’d stop talking now.” 

“Holy shit, that’s hilarious. You act like you think my life is boring, but you envy it.” 

Marc glares at him, jaw working. 

“I’ll tell you what, I will set you up, but you have to tell me what you’ve been doing, and where you've been taking me.” 

“Khonshu’s not gonna like that.” 

“Again with bloody Khonshu. You’re flipping bending over backwards for that fool. Figure it out, cause that’s that.” 

“Fine.” 

“Perfect. Done deal.” 

He hits dial. “Hey so uh, Marc wants to meet you. Properly. I’ve told him he needs to apologize.” Marc rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything. “Right. Yeah. Can you meet me?” 

“This… Marc the Merc, the pissy one?” You say, looking him over. You’d met Steven not far from the museum, and held his hand while he relaxed and let Marc take over. 

“Yes, it’s me again. Hi.” You meet his eyes, feeling oddly bothered by just how the same they look. It’s Steven, but it’s not. 

It’s painfully not him, and yet you can’t put into words how. 

“Hey,” you say, not sure what else you’re supposed to. 

“Let’s get this part out of the way: I’m sorry I walked out on you. It’s Steven’s fault we were there at all, and I had shit to attend to, but I was less than curt about it.” 

“Accepted, if that’s the best I’m going to get.” You nod, and he gestures for you to walk with him, so you do. 

“I haven’t been keeping tabs. What’s he been telling you about me?” He says. 

“Not a lot. I mean, he barely knows you, and neither do I.” 

“There’s not a lot to tell. He’s not supposed to be tangled with my life, but, since he is, I figure we might as well share.” 

You stop, and he does too. 

“What?” He says. “I’m willing to be more open if you are.” 

“What are you talking about? Are you saying you want to get with me?” 

“Would you like to?” 

He looks you right in the eyes, catching you off guard. Before you can answer he cups your face and kisses you, arm around your lower back, nearly lifting you off the ground. 

You pull away, eyes wide, breath ragged, trying to get your brain to catch up with your body, realizing you're right in the street where everyone can see you. 

“Too much?” He asks. 

“No,” you shake your head. “Just– just surprised me.” It’s quiet for a moment. 

“His apartment’s not far,” he finally says. “If you wanna see just how much of a prick I am.” 

You stare up at your boyfriend’s apartment ceiling, wondering what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into. 

You turn when you hear footsteps coming back to the bed. 

“Hi,” he gives you a little wave, holding out a cup of tea. 

You sit up on your elbows, slowly taking it. “Steven?” You say tentatively. 

“Yep, it’s me.” You stand up, throwing back half the cup and setting it aside, swallowing. “Everything go okay?” He asks.

You nearly knock him over in a hug, burying your face into his shoulder. 

“Better than okay,” you say, smiling against his bare skin. 

“Really? Oh, Gods, that's a relief.” He wraps his arm around you, pressing his nose to the top of your head. 

“Marc was different than I thought.” 

“Now we’re even, he said he’d cooperate with me some more, so I think it all works out?” 

“I love you. Both of you.” 

“Really? It’s not too weird?” 

“Hey,” you press a kiss to the bridge of his nose. “I like ‘em weird.” 

Even though you had next to no idea what was to come, between you, Steven, and Marc, you were confident you would figure it out.

[sweetbillwriting]

Way Out of Line

TWELVE

Character: Keith Toshko from Barbarian (2022) played by Bill Skarsgård.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.

It was liberating to be with Keith in Paris. We could finally act like a couple, and the Frenchmen didn't even react twice at our age difference. We could just be. Maybe me and Ludwig had looked like the perfect couple, but Keith and I were the perfect couple. Everything he did made my cheeks warm and my heart jump like a fluffy bunny among daisy flowers. He played around with me like a kid, made out with me like a teenager, but also gave me romantic moments like the perfect gentleman. That he could afford to give me everything wasn't so bad either. When I told him I had missed the tour of Notre Dame, he fixed us a private one. When I was tired of all the taxi rides, he rented a motorcycle (why hadn't he told me he had a license? Just knowing he had a license made him sexier, and seeing him on it made my loins burn like in a 1970s erotic novel). When I admired a girl’s Chanel beret, he got me the same one. He himself seemed to have the same t-shirt, just in different colors, and a pair of sunglasses with a lightly scoffed corner. He didn't look rich, but he spent his money on me like he was. 

I wore a short yellow gingham-patterned dress our last Thursday in Paris and jumped out of our taxi with a giggle. Keith ran after me, giving my bum a light spank for trying to run away from him. My class stood by the entrance door to their hotel, and I had come to join them to go to Claude Monet’s gardens and hoped Keith could come with us, or at least buy himself a seat on the bus that would take us there. I felt how they all looked at us curiously. Keith had his hand on my waist while I stood in front of the professors and guide, asking them with a big smile if my boyfriend could come along on the bus and that he would pay for everything by himself. I said it with a big smile and turned to him with a giggle. He gave me a little smirk and then looked at the professors that looked up at him. 

“Boyfriend?” Asked the female professor. I had always thought of her as a woman in her early fifties but wondered now if she was younger and she could feel that Keith was around her own age. 

“Boyfriend. Keith Toshko,” said Keith and put his big hand out for her to shake. She shook it doubtfully and gave her male colleague a look. He was probably Keith's age. He had always joked with me, but I had always seen him as just a silly older man, until now when I realized he and Keith could have gone to school together. 

“Sure… It shouldn't be a problem,” he said while shaking Keith's hand. I giggled again and hugged Keith around his waist. I interrupted him in the middle of his thank you to say my own loud, girly thank you. 

I jumped around like a schoolgirl while we walked up to Farah. I didn't think about who was watching us or what others were thinking. I just thought about having Keith close and spending time with him in the French sun. 

“Hey,” said Farah, who gave us a little nod. She had gone to the hotel earlier to see some of our other friends that now stood by her side and looked curiously at Keith. 

“Hey!” I said brightly and took Keith's hand in mine. With the same bright smile on my lips, I introduced him to my friends. Their facial expressions were mixed, but most of them seemed amused by my behavior, especially when Keith and I talked softly to each other and I did that sweet girly voice he liked and looked at him with childish pouting lips every time he said something I didn't like. We were probably quite amusing to look at because others had also turned their heads to where we stood and more or less baby talked to each other. Our hands were on each other constantly, even when the professors talked, and for a moment I could see the male professor’s disapproving look. When he talked, I stood on my toes playing with the hair in the nap of Keith's neck while his long fingers played with my shiny locks. I had that little pout on my lips because he had told me to listen to the professor instead of just watching him. We were that annoying couple, but that sexy annoying couple. 

“You're so fucking extra…” teased Farah in the line to the bus. Keith walked a bit behind me, checking his phone so he wasn't a part of the conversation. 

“What?” I said with a giggle and fixed my white headband. 

“Do you do it to provoke?” She smirked at me and looked down at our feet while we walked slow steps to the bus door. 

“What do you mean?” I smiled as broad as before. I knew she was talking about me and Keith, and to be honest, I wanted to provoke people a little. Even if Keith looked really good for his age, he looked quite a bit older than me. It was fun to play around with and make people wonder where this boyfriend came from. 

“Ludwig stared his eyes out on you. He really likes you!” She whispered so no one else would hear. 

“Ludwig? Come on! We made out a couple of times; that's it!” I whispered back. We were finally by the door, and I could feel Keith's hand on my waist. It was obvious we would sit together, I took his hands so he could follow me and we could make that happen. It started well with him hitting his head on the bus roof and both of us giggling while he rubbed his head, a bit embarrassed. 

“Are you okay, Daddy?” I said in a hushed tone. The nickname had just slipped out, but Keith didn't seem to react to it; he just gave me a kiss and steered me to continue to walk. 

“Yes, my little bunny. It's okay…” he said low and deep at the same time I met Ludwig's eyes. He wouldn't have been able to have heard what I said, but it didn't seem like that mattered because he looked pissed anyway. I rolled my eyes, hoping he would see and let Keith steer me to a seat. I giggled again when I looked at how cramped he sat in the seat, but he just smirked and pulled me closer so he could kiss my forehead. 

“Daddy's little girl…” he whispered and let his hand massage my thigh, up under my short dress.

××× 

We walked together with the others under the guided tour and tried to behave the best we could. We were extra because I talked like a little girl the whole time while Keith messed around with me all the time to make me laugh. He bit my cheek loosely and dug his nose in behind my ear until it tickled. The others ignored us after a while, even Ludwig and his friends. When the guided tour was over, Keith left Farah and me to look around by ourselves while he sat down on a bench to look out over the pond. 

“I don't know what to think really… It's obvious you're in love and that he's here for you, but… I can't just start trusting him because of that. What if what your mom said is true?” Said Farah, lowly, while we walked side by side. I smiled a little to myself because Keith's honest words had calmed me down. They weren't perfect words where he denied and proved everything was untrue, but it was a believable version, a version unflattering enough to be true. 

“We talked about it, and, yeah, some of it is true.” 

“It is?” Farah gave me a worried look, but I gave her a calming smile. 

“He's older than us. He has been through things, and yeah, he's not perfect. And he's a dirty man.” 

My cheek blossomed up to a rose red color, but I smiled a bit secretly. 

“Jaqueline…” Farah sighed. “Don't let yourself get used. You shouldn't put up with his weird fetishes because he—” 

“I like it, Farah. I like all of it. I don't care if he likes younger women and being a daddy because…” I laid my hand over my cheeks and laughed, embarrassed. “I like it just as much.” 

I had thought a lot about what he had said and knew it didn't matter because I liked his dirty side. It was a lot, especially for a girl as inexperienced as me, but inexperienced didn't mean I couldn't like it, and I did. That he had watched a bit too much porn when he was in an unhappy marriage didn't feel like something weird at all. He was a man craving dirty sex, so why would he just accept a life of celibacy? 

Keith was a dirty man, but maybe I was just as much of a dirty girl behind my good girl persona. 

Farah had stopped at one of the bridges and looked out over the beautiful view. Among all the people, it was also easy to see Keith when he stood up. Even if he was so tall, he did look like the least threatening guy in the whole place. His demeanor was soft and kind, and he moved politely out of the way for people. I smiled and giggled just by seeing him like that. Farah looked at me, then at Keith, but didn't say anything. I looked at her and got a small smile back. I interpreted it like she gave us her blessing, and I gave her a brief side hug. 

“I really need people on our side. Everyone is so judgemental.” 

Farah nodded a little and looked towards Keith again, who stood and talked with an older lady. I could see from his expression he wasn't really comfortable, and I guessed the woman tried to speak French with him. 

“Okay, okay… But I don't think my blessing means much when your parents probably will kill him if he comes close to you.” 

I gave her a sad smile but took her hand. 

“It means everything. You're my best friend and because of that, also my family. I need you.” 

She smiled at me, but it was in the same sad way as I smiled, and then she hugged me hard, like a true friend should. 

××× 

The last days in Paris were beautiful, romantic, and cozy even if it rained some, but there was a bittersweet scent in that air wherever we walked. It was the final days we could openly act like a couple, and it was obvious it pained us both. We tried to use the time well with romantic dinners, walks, and cozy nights in the big hotel bed. We also had sex. A lot of it. Keith's honesty had also made him a bit more relaxed in what he liked, and instead of me guessing what lingerie he liked, how he wanted my hair, or how to act, he told me. I came to understand he didn't like lingerie that much; a cute pair of panties he could like, but otherwise there were things he liked better. He liked me in his clothes. He liked when I took the same t-shirt he had used that day and paired it with my French braids and no panties underneath. He liked when I walked around like that so he could peek at my bum and pussy while he did other things. He liked when I acted oblivious to how horny he was; he hoped I would never stop blushing by seeing his hard cock. He liked when I called him Daddy even if we weren't in the act. 

He asked me what I liked, and to my surprise, I knew what I liked. I liked him as comfortable as he could get. If I decided, he would dress in sweats every day and skip all hair products. I liked him soft and sweet but with that intense, sexy gaze always near. I liked when he jerked off in front of me without warning me. I liked it when he tried me and did something I wasn't expecting, by ourselves but also among people. 

It was our final night together in Paris, and I walked around in the hotel room, pulling the curtains even if there was a remote for it. Every time I did, his gray t-shirt I wore lifted and he could see my bare bottom. He sat with his laptop over his thighs, doing work he couldn't ignore, but he lifted his gaze a bit too often just to see me struggle. 

“Why don't you use the remote?” He asked and laid a hand over his crotch. 

“I can't find it, Daddy,” I said with a shoulder shrug and turned to him, playing with the t-shirt in my hands. 

“Let go of the shirt; you will stretch it out,” said he authoritatively, which made me blush. 

“I'm sorry…” I let the t-shirt go that still covered me because of its size. 

“Have you looked? I haven't even seen you try to find it.” He sighed and leaned back in the white armchair he sat in. 

“I did earlier! I did!” I protested, but Keith just sighed again and put the laptop on the coffee table in front of him. 

“I know how sloppy you are. Try again and stop disturbing Daddy.” 

Keith laid the laptop in his lap again. Even if it was a game, it could surprise me how real emotions could take over and settle in me, and in that moment I got really irritated at him, so instead of looking for the remote silently, I tried to be as loud as possible, even making annoyed, silly sounds while standing with my bum in the air. I didn't know if he was watching me, but I was almost sure of it. So while searching the bed, I stood on all fours with my bum towards him, leaning forward so much he could also see my pussy. I didn't get a reaction though, so I let my irritated sounds start to sound more like moans, small pathetic moans just to get his attention. 

“I can see it,” I could hear him say with annoyance, and I peeked behind me just to see what he was doing. 

“I can see the remote.” He sat leaning back in the chair with spread legs. The hand over his crotch had bundled up the dark gray thin sweats so I could see a thick line lay up against his hip, but his face was as collected as before.

“It's under the pillow,” he said and nodded towards the pillow that usually was mine. I looked at it and could see the remote lying there, thin and in sleek steel. I looked at it for a few seconds and a stupid idea took over. It felt like Keith would take a long time to really get my attention, and I didn't have his patience, so I took the remote, and instead of using it for the curtains, I placed it between my legs and slowly started to drag it between my folds. 

“No, no, no,” said Keith behind me, and just a few seconds after, I could feel the mattress dip and him crawling up to take the remote from me. He looked at me with big eyes and then down to the remote. After the shock had left his face, he smirked evilly at me, and I realized what I had done. It was the hotel's remote and definitely not something to masturbate with. 

“Are you so desperate for attention you will fuck yourself with a remote?” Keith mocked me and laid a heavy hand on my bum that still was in the air. I thought about changing position but knew Keith would react to that. I had chosen my degrading position myself; now I would stay like that. 

“Daddy…” I whined because I didn't know what else to say. Instead of getting comforting words back, he slapped my ass hard, so hard I almost fell from my position on my knees. He did it a few times more but then dragged his hands soothingly over the blossoming color he had created. 

“Fuck, honey, there can be all kinds of bacteria and shit on that shit.” 

He turned me around and looked at me seriously. 

“Time to scrub that pussy clean, dirty girl.” 

I didn't say anything because it was still embarrassing what I had done, and I continued to be silent while he pulled the t-shirt off of me and put me in the luxury bathtub. On his knees next to me, he started to wash my pussy softly. He hadn't done anything like that since the first time we had sex, but I spread my legs and let him drag his wet, curious fingers over me. I could feel my pulse creep down there, and I couldn't stop myself from moving against his hand a bit. 

“Never get such stupid ideas again, okay? You must take care of yourself. Take care of Daddy's pussy.” 

He smiled fatherly at me, and I smiled back even if I still felt ashamed. 

“Must I wash your sweet little ass too?” He mocked me with an evil gaze. I knew I hadn't dragged the remote that low but pretended differently and nodded like I was ashamed. Keith smirked knowingly but washed and lotioned every part of me up with long, skillful fingers. His longest finger sank down my asshole while he lotioned me up, but I didn't say anything; I just smiled a little while looking at him pulling on his cock in the inside of his sweats. Finished, I stood naked in front of him, and looked at him tenting his sweatpants. Looking up at him, my eyes asked for permission to touch him, and Keith answered by pulling off his t-shirt and then pushing down his sweatpants. His cock was so hard and already wet with its own pre-cum. His balls were tight like he was already close to coming. 

“Now, girly, lean forward so Daddy can punish you for your really filthy behavior.” 

I leaned up against the bassinet and lifted a leg up to make it easier with his height. He gave both my ass and pussy a spank, but then he pushed into me roughly and held my hips so hard I could feel bruises form under his fingers. 

××× 

I pretended to be that good girl again as soon as I was home, but I kept the joy. Even if Keith and I needed to be a secret again, I still had him in my life again, and that was enough of a reason to continue to have a big smile on my lips; it was also the best way to fool my mom that everything was okay, and she would let me be without lurking in my life. 

I tried to come up with a way for me and Keith to be a couple, to not need to keep hiding, and I suspected he did too because he could be a little distant when we met at his place during the night. I went into some sort of made-up safeness and forgot that still everything could be smashed into pieces again. 

“Dismissed? What, for having a boyfriend?” 

I sat in front of the sorority committee in our common room. We sat by the long table, but I was placed on one side alone while the other girls sat on the other side, looking at me with furrowed brows. 

“I'm sorry, Jaqueline, but your behavior breaks our rules. We have heard about your behavior on the Paris trip, and it goes against our statutes.” 

I looked at them one by one and then scoffed loudly. 

“I was just having fun with my boyfriend!” 

“Yes. But in a way that we don't tolerate,” said our leader as she crossed her arms. It was clear she started to get annoyed with me. I looked at them with big eyes. They looked at me like I was street trash someone had dragged in and put on their floor. In their eyes I was a whore now because I had an older boyfriend who I made out with in public. 

“I really think you should think about if this is what you want to be. I thought you wanted a good husband and a safe home. I also think you should think about your parents; this can be embarrassing for them.” 

I scoffed again and stood up annoyed. First I had been hurt that they dismissed me, but now I was just annoyed that preppy, virgin girls thought they had the right to look down at me. 

“Think about your father—”

“Oh, just shut up; you don't care about that! You don't care about what my parents feel or think!” 

I commented loudly and put my bag on my shoulder. I looked straight at the leader that looked back at me with fake pity. 

“Yes, yes we do. That's why we called your mother before you came here.” 

××× 

I looked at my ringing phone in my lap while the tears streamed down my face. Even if my mom had a pink heart behind her name, the text looked aggressive on the screen. Everything with my mom was a bit aggressive, and I would always be a bit scared of her. Sometimes it felt like others were too, but not Keith, not at all. 

We sat together in his car. He had met me up by the sorority, and he had driven us to the nearest place I could get a hot chocolate in the middle of May. Together with it in a takeaway cup, he had bought himself a flat white, and in the parking lot we drank our drinks while the weather started to look more and more like summer. I continued to cry, and my mom continued to call. 

“Shouldn't we just go there?” Keith sighed and looked at me with big, tired eyes. 

“And say what? She will tell your wife, and then it's over for the both of us!” I cried loudly and dried my cheeks of glittery blue eyeshadow with my fingers. 

“I don't think so, if I'm being honest. I don't think she will tell her.” 

“Of course she will! Not to be vulgar or anything, but my mom is a real B-word!” 

Keith smirked and looked at me amused. 

“Really? The B-word?” 

“Yes! She is!” I said without really registering that he was making fun of my prude way of talking. Keith took my hand in his and leaned close to me. He kissed my nose and made me calm down just by putting his own nose tip against mine. 

“Let me talk to her, babe… I think I could talk to her,” he whispered, and I looked at him with big eyes, fascinated by his confidence. I nodded because I knew I shouldn't talk back to him too much; he was my Daddy after all. 

While he drove to my parents house, he held my hand the whole way there. I breathed deeply, trying to stay calm. What calmed me down the most was looking at Keith; he was completely calm and looked like he didn't have a problem in the world. I smiled a little when he did because his confidence made me believe him—that he could speak to my mom and make her keep it a secret until his divorce was final. It was so close. Keith had a way with people, and maybe he even could calm my mom down. 

He parked just outside of the house, not caring to park it in the right place or hide it. He walked around to open my door and helped me out so my short skirt wouldn't slip up. He gave me a light peck and then one more on the back of my hand before we walked up the driveway to the house hand in hand. It was he that opened the door, and it was also he that called out a hello when we stood in the hallway. I gave him a worried look and then looked down at our hands that still were linked together. He looked at me, pulling down the corners of his mouth and shrugging his shoulders, believing no one was home, but soon my mom came around the corner with an icy stare. 

“Leave our house at once, or I will call the police!” She said aggressively, but I could hear her voice break in fear. Both Keith and I looked at her in shock; neither of us were prepared for her to stand with her phone against her chest, ready to call the authorities. 

“Can we just—” started Keith, but she raised her voice and shouted at him to leave. 

“Mom,” I said weakly. I didn't want them to fight because I loved both of them, and I knew Keith just wanted to talk in peace. 

“Go to your room!” 

I looked between her and Keith, but he didn't let my hand go. 

“Giselle,” he started again, but she just waved with her phone in a pointed way. I could see Keith getting annoyed because this was not how he wanted to solve things, so after a few seconds of her trying to wave me to my room and threatening him with the phone, he took a deep breath and said with masculine power: 

“Giselle, I just want to talk. Just the two of us. Now.” 

She looked at him in shock but swallowed hard and gave in. Instead of her leading him in her home, he was the one leading her to the dining room without giving me a look. It really felt like the grown-ups would talk while I should stay to play by myself.

I tried to keep myself busy by fixing my makeup and braiding my hair, but my mom's loud voice and the deep vibration of Keith's voice made me sometimes just sit and stare towards the dining room. I couldn't hear much, just that my mom was screaming that I was just a child and that he was an awful human being. I couldn't hear if they resolved anything, but after twenty minutes they came out to me in the living room. I stood up awkwardly, like they would give me an important message. Even if they didn't say it out loud, I got a message when Keith laid his arms around me and kissed my lips. It wasn't even that dry little peck we could do in public but the more intimate kind he often gave me as a hello. 

“I’ll wait in the car…” he whispered, and I looked at him with big, confused eyes. He dragged his hand over my waist and walked out without giving my mom a look, who stood just in front of us. When I looked at her, she stood with her cheek towards us, and I guessed she hadn't wanted to look at mine and Keith's intimacy. 

“Mom…” I said as weakly as before, still scared she would scream at me, but instead she just gave me a cold look. 

“I will ignore your relationship, but your father can't know a thing, okay? This is sick, Jaqueline. He's old enough to be your father. He's one of your father's oldest friends, but—” 

“I love him, Mom,” I whined, afraid she would take him away from me even if it had just sounded like she would accept it. 

She shook her head in disappointment but then dragged her hands over her face in anxiety. 

“You can never tell your father this. I just hope you will realize what a mistake you're making.” 

She gave me a sincere look, and I looked back at her insecurely. I didn't understand what she meant, and I couldn't really believe she would let me be with Keith. 

Mom looked out the window where Keith stood waiting against the hood of his car. I looked at him too; he was looking dreamy in a crisp white t-shirt and messy, slicked-back hair in the sun. 

“Go now; don't let him wait…” said my mom to me with a sigh and turned her back to me. I looked at her petite stature for a while before walking to her side and giving her a fast hug. 

“Thank you, Mom, thank you. I really do love him!” I said with a beating heart and took my little handbag from the floor. 

“I actually believe he loves you too… I just hope that will be enough…” 

She had turned her eyes away from me again, but I was too excited to really take in what she said. Instead I giggled to myself and ran out to my boyfriend, who smiled brightly when I came out the door. 

×

[cloudcountry]

Ok it says requests closed but I was gonna ask: what about Ritsu is so compelling to you? I find him rather bland and want to hear what about him makes you feel safe and loved? Why is he your favorite? INFODUMP me write all your interest I am listening with excitement :3

oh youre so good, this doesnt count as a request at all!! i actually needed a few days to gather my thoughts and make this semi-coherent. i also consulted my six pages of notes about this guy. yes im normal about him. yes.

RITSU SHINJO. there are a lot of things to love methinks. he can definitely come across as someone who is rude or stuck up, and dont get me wrong i totally did NOT fuck w his ass when i first met him. but he changed my mind really quickly.

i really appreciate how he stands up for what he believes in. like his ambitious nature is what really endeared me to him at first. he stares down barrels of guns and is like "okay, but youre going to listen to what i have to say" and honestly??? i was in awe. hes such a brave person and even if it may seem a lil stupid or outrageous sometimes it always works out in the end somehow.

hes also really smart??? like OBVI but like hold on. there are 264 ARTICLES in the japanese penal code. TWO HUNDRED SIXTY FOUR. and he STILL knows more laws on TOP of that. has them MEMORIZED no less!! hes well versed in the arts and his vocabulary is extensive as well. he can speak MULTIPLE LANGUAGES, including german, french, and italian. literally WHAT THE FUCK. hes so impressive??? this is some rich people shit T0T

his lil quirks are super cute too, like how he only drinks black coffee and has six handkerchiefs so his opponents dont see him sweat, or how he spends time watching opera to unwind after the day's events. his handwriting isnt the neatest and he gets SO butthurt about it. hes so unflappable usually but when insulted? its like we get to see the actual ritsu. its silly bc if you compliment him on his SKILLS hes like "oh its natural, ofc i did xyz" but i want to see how he reacts to being told he looks good. or someone noticing if he did something different w his hair, or wore different accessories, or got a new pen. just . someone noticing the little things about HIM, too.

HE FUCKIN SUCKS AT GAMBLING I LOVE HIMMMM also memorized card game rules after learning he'd be sorted into sinostra. he has so much book smartness but when you put him in front of people he fumbles HARD. like its so cute but also i worry about that bc he needs friends and i want him to make friends but i fear he doesnt think he needs them. what he lacks socially he makes up for in random ass trivia that no one needs to know ever.

hes so PREPARED. this is one of the main things that makes me feel so safe around him actually because hes thought of everything. and yk he doesnt even think its that big of a deal. he exchanges the currency so sinostra can have an inn to stay in for the night, he records everything for jabberwock to make sure he understands exactly what he needs to do for the animals, he covers all of his bases and takes notes about everyones behavior just in case in comes in handy.

uses his stigma for fuckass shit like busting down doors and not getting hurt by a rickety bus ride. uses his book to whack people over the head. regularly goes to the mystery diner and ignores ren's complaints about how he sits his ass down foreverrrr. romeo calls him a greenhorn and he blabs about how he obviously isn't. taiga calls him a dumbass and he starts screeching like a baby bird. hes always trying to reign in taiga while also encouraging his bullshit. has obvious favoritism for mc. protects her whenever he can and worries over her safety when she almost fuckin DIES. acknowledges that shes weaker than him, because hes a ghoul and thats just how it is, and actively takes steps to NOT ONLY PROTECT HER HIMSELF, but build up her confidence TOO.

literally i am convinced the way ritsu sees love is making the people you love the absolute best version of themselves, because thats what his parents did for him. so he tries to teach you what he knows, he RELIES on you to keep tabs on romeo or taiga (that is HUGE actually, considering he berates ren for his attitude and doesnt really seem to be close enoough with the other ghouls to rely on them for anything.)

let me say that again, ritsu views mc as an equal because hes placing the captain/vice captain in her hands and telling her to keep an eye on them, he calls HER when he's trying to meet up with everyone, he's actively treating her like a business partner where they will BOTH BENEFIT in more ways than just the curse lifting and winning the laurel crown--

ARGHHHH I LVOE RITSU SHINJO SO MUCH. you are a trooper if u read all of this can i just say .

THANK YOU FOR ASKING I LOVEEEE TALKING ABOUT HIM <3333

[sixosix]

hello!! this is my first time asking so forgive me if i do anything wrong.

so i just saw your event anddddd first of all, i just want to say congrats on 5k!!! and also happy birthdayy!! if its not a bother, can i participate in the event?? if so heres the prompt,

[lyney, earphones(the wired ones), fluff]

your thawed series really made me fall in love with the way you write lyney😭 and because of that, i want to read more of him from you!!

once again, congrats on 5k!!

a/n HELLO ANON!!! thank you so much + dont worry u sent an ask right! im so happy u like my characterization of lyney hehe hes just a silly guy…

info 500 words, short and sweet, modern college au

5K EVENT SPECIAL | EVENT MASTERLIST

Lynette texted you this morning saying that she had a fever.

Usually, this wouldn’t have been a problem. Get well soon! or an I’ll send you the notes later would be the end of the conversation. Then you’d go on with your day and miss her, but that would be it. That was supposed to be it.

But it was Lynette. And if she was involved—

“Hey.” Lilac eyes overtook your vision, shockingly close. You jumped back, and Lyney grinned. “Are you still texting my sister? I’m right here, you know.”

Lynette You’ll be fine

You LYHBEDTTE

Lynette He’s just Lyney

You EXACTLY WHY

This was a problem because you had been nursing the biggest crush on Lynette’s brother since you met her—and it’s been years. The color of his eyes, the softness of his hair, the crinkle of his eyes as he smiles—

“I’m telling her I wish she were here instead,” you said, hiding your screen from his sharp eyes.

Lyney wasn’t fazed at all. He matched your steps and easily walked alongside you, his lips stretched into a wide grin. He was so suspiciously happy today.

“Are we going to take the bus there?” Lyney asked, his arms still brushing against yours. His chin was tucked in his windbreaker, muffling his words a little. He looked a little red—did he have a fever as well?

“I guess so,” you said, dragging your gaze away from the sight. You could hear your heartbeat racing.

Lyney’s smile softened, then gestured at the bus stop bench. “It’s still early. Let’s sit over there.”

It was empty, yet when you sat at the far edge, Lyney still cozied up beside you. Seeking refuge, you hid your face further in the safety of your hoodie. This was bad. Lynette rarely got sick; this was your first time alone with Lyney, and you didn’t know how to act.

When you glanced at him, Lyney seemed content with the silence. You weren’t—you could hear the loud thumps of your chest, and soon enough, Lyney would notice it, too.

You pulled out your earphones and swiped to the highest volume possible, ear damage be damned. You were not going to survive today. You’re going to embarrass yourself and make a fool of your impressions, and Lyney would get weirded out and avoid you for the rest of his life.

Your throat made some sort of warbling deflated noise as music drowned out your heartbeat, but not your thoughts. Why was Lyney so warm? Even with layers of clothing, you could feel the heat of his skin, and it was driving you mad. You wanted nothing but to curl into it like a cat with sunlight. Why did Lynette have to get sick while you were still hopelessly infatuated with her brother?

Abruptly, Lyney’s head found its way to your shoulder. Stunned, you sucked in a breath, overwhelmed with all the sensations. Your five senses were being violated left and right—all you could see, hear, and touch was Lyney.

He reached his hand out expectantly. You made a noise of confusion, then belatedly realized what he was pointing at. Careful not to jostle him, you plucked an earphone and gently placed it in his ear. Lyney flinched.

“This is loud,” Lyney chuckled, but he didn’t ask you to mess with the volume. He laid back down with his weight and stayed there, unaware of how your face was a flaming mess.

Your eyes slipped to your lap, feeling shy. From this angle, it was hard to tell what Lyney was looking at, but you could feel his smile. It could be Lyney’s unnaturally warm body heat or your burning embarrassment, but— maybe you were starting to feel feverish as well.

Lyney snuggled closer. You sighed and resigned yourself to a long day.

[starglitterz]

♡ ROMEO & CINDERELLA.

❝ hey, pretty stranger, i think you look cute! can i get your number? i wanna know you. // cute encounters with genshin guys on the bus.  ❞

✧ feat ; childe, heizou, xiao x gn!reader ✧ warning(s) ; childe’s can be viewed as platonic ✧ a/n ; so i think the bus at my university is like. a meet-cute spot for me or something HAHAHA here are a couple of drabbles based on my irl experiences <3 ! shout out to my one irl that has to listen to me being delusional all the time LOL ur a real one (she’s never going to see this). also the title has no relation to the fic at all sorry i just could not think of a title for the life of me so i just went with a random vocaloid song JDSJDJS ok bye i hope u enjoy this!!

please reblog w tags + leave comments ! it rlly makes my day :)

✦ CHILDE. [ tartaglia ]

“childe? is that you?” you grin, leaning over the back of your seat as you realise who’s sitting behind you, “i didn’t know you take the bus back too!” his face cracks into a wide beam upon noticing you, “y/n! hi! i do sometimes when i’m too tired to walk.” and just like that, the two of you start talking excitedly – you’re classmates, though you aren’t too close you both still consider each other friends, and it’s nice to have someone to talk to instead of staring out the window at the rain with your earphones plugged in to pretend you’re in a music video. 

somehow, the conversation turns to birthdays, and as childe asks when yours is, you smirk, “it’s today!” you swear his blue eyes open so big you’re worried they might just tumble out of his head as he gasps, “what?! today?! so you’re turning a year older today?!” “yeah!” you nod, giggling at his exaggerated reaction. “nah, you’ve got to come here so i can wish you properly,” he shakes his head seriously, and you tilt your head in confusion, “there’s someone sitting beside you already though…”

you shouldn’t have doubted the one and only tartaglia for even a moment, because the next second, he turns to the man beside him with zero hesitation and gives them the most blinding persuasive smile ever, “hey! would you mind switching seats with my friend over there? it’s their birthday, and i really want to wish them!” “childe!” you scold, heat rushing to your face at his casual confession to this total stranger, “stop disturbing random people!” “but it’s your birthday!” he replies innocently, ocean eyes gleaming aquamarine. the man beside him seems a little confused by childe’s demeanour, but he’s probably more scared of what his reaction would be if he said no, so he nods, “sure, i guess…” and as the bus rattles along its familiar route, you switch places with the stranger, profuse thanks spilling from your lips before you fix childe with a scolding gaze. 

“hey, it worked!” he raises his hands in surrender, only to quickly grasp yours and shake it heartily, “happy birthday, comrade!” you laugh, shaking your head, “you’re so silly. thank you, childe.” you both hide your chuckles as you joke about the poor guy that had to switch with you, and you tease and banter with each other all the way to the train station.

✦ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU. [ analytical harmony ]

it has been a long day. not necessarily bad, but one of those days where the universe seems to be conspiring against you to make every small thing go wrong enough to get on your nerves. right now, you’re at your wits end as you stumble onto the bus, sending the bus driver a sheepish smile when your card only buzzes on the third tap. your eyes scan the interior – almost all of the seats are occupied, and your friend has skipped ahead to sit with someone else she knows. 

but your gaze stops short on a maroon-haired guy looking out the window, and with an internal cheer you realise that the seat next to him is empty and quickly slide into it. now that you’re closer, you notice that he’s actually quite handsome; all fluffy maroon hair and forest green eyes with a few moles dotted across his pale skin. you’re so busy staring that you don’t realise he’s trying to tell you something until he clears his throat. “y-yeah?!” you stutter in surprise at his sudden attempt at conversation. that was a dumb reply. now you’re staring at him with wide eyes as he softly asks, “um, is that your wallet?”

you look at the floor where he’s pointing, only to realise with horror: that is your wallet! “oh… hahaha, that is mine. thank you,” you’re ninety percent sure you are giving off the worst first impression of all time with your stupid responses. it’s almost like you’ve never spoken to another human being in your life. and what’s with your outfit?! of course the one day you don’t dress up is the day you end up sitting next to the world’s cutest stranger. as you bend down to pick up your wallet, you silently curse your unlucky stars. you dropped your purse in front of a cute guy! can this day get any worse?! 

famous last words.

because two seconds later, you’re trying to sit up straight again, and you hit your head on the hard back of the seat in front of yours. even worse, you groan loudly, “ow!” “holy archons… are you okay?” the stranger beside you gasps, although as you rub your head and look at them, it’s pretty obvious that they’re trying to hold back laughter. you’re torn between laughing or crying your eyes out, but the humour of the absolutely idiotic situation you’re in kicks in and you end up giggling even as you’re wincing in pain, “i’m fine, thank you… i promise i’m not usually this clumsy.” “really?” he quirks an eyebrow with a teasing smile, “could’ve fooled me.” “hey!” you pout, folding your arms across your chest in playful offence, “i know i might have just made the worst first impression ever, but i swear i’m a lot cooler!” “i’ll be the judge of that,” his gaze softens and he tilts his head, “i’m heizou, by the way.” “i’m y/n! let’s restart this whole thing – it’s nice to meet you!”

luckily for you, the bus is stuck in traffic, and the two of you end up talking about everything under the sun on the long journey to the train station. you aren’t certain if he’s convinced that you’re cool yet, but you’ll definitely keep working on it – even if it’s only to see the way his cute dimples appear whenever his features crease into a smile at your jokes. 

✦ XIAO. [ vigilant yaksha ]

it’s been a tiring day of an exhausting course. but at the very least, you’ve got your new friend to complain to as the two of you wait for the bus. “you know, i was so glad you asked me to join your group!” you grin at xiao, adjusting your tote bag. “it’s no big deal… you were alone, so i thought you could join us,” he gives you a soft smile, jade streaks of hair framing his face as they peek out from under his dark cap. “yeah, but still! it’s so difficult to make friends when the classes are so huge, so it was really nice of you.” “that’s true. you’re the first person i’m talking to outside class,” he nods in agreement. his casual statement makes you remember that you’re a professional yapper and you panic, “oh! by the way, if i’m talking too much, just tell me to shut up! i talk a lot, so that’s totally fine.” he chuckles, and his response makes a happy smile grace your lips, “no, it’s okay. i prefer listening, so it’s fine if you talk a lot.” so talk is what you do until the bus finally rumbles into the bus stop. 

the constant bumping of the bus on the rough roads combined with the soothing noise of the rain tapping against the window makes you drowsy, and you turn to xiao, “if i fall asleep before we reach the train station, you better wake me up, okay? don’t abandon me on the bus and just go home!” the corner of his lips quirk up into what might be a teasing smile, “no promises.” but when he sees your distraught expression, he reassures you, “just kidding. i’ll wake you up.” “okay…” you mumble a response, and within a few seconds, you’re asleep, head lolling forward as the bus continues along. you don’t usually fall asleep on public transport, far too worried that you’ll miss your stop and end up on the other end of teyvat, but with xiao beside you, you’ve got nothing to worry about, right?

you’re in the middle of a very nice dream when you hear xiao’s soft voice calling you, “y/n?” and his tone is so gentle, like he didn’t want to startle you, that it almost makes your heart beat right out of your chest. you stretch a little, eyes flickering open before sliding shut again, “mmm…” “we’re almost there,” he murmurs. and there it is again, that soft, gentle voice that you swear sounds like honey. you’re almost going to pass out, and definitely not from sleepiness. “okay… i’m awake.” you manage a smile, and he tilts his head almost worriedly, “don’t fall asleep on the train.” “i won’t!” you grin widely as you hop off the bus, hoping that shows how you’re 100% awake right now, and he smiles, “okay then, i’ll see you tomorrow.” 

bahaha these are very messy but i just needed to get these out of my system before i went insane i think i should take the bus more often 😋 also yes these are all 100% experienced by yours truly and have not even been exaggerated for the sake of this fic // general masterlist

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[eldritch-spouse]

Imagine how scary it would be to not only be kidnapped by a plushie that was given to you, but to be taken to a monster who doesn’t even speak the same language as you 😭 like I would be so confused tbh. Tristalis can still get it tho

[It's just a mess from start to finish.]

It was just a silly yellow thing.

You remember the stupid plush exactly how he was given to you. A rather large but very charming yellow demonoid, with dotted white, red and blue patterns on its horns and bifurcated tail. Those salmon cross eyes and that teal smile bore right into your heart. It was so cute and so silly that you ignored everything else.

Ignored the fact that a three-headed stranger had just sat beside you on the bus and awkwardly tried to incite conversation in spite of a glaringly obvious language barrier. He kept... Well, one of his heads kept staring at you. You didn't even know what kind of monster he was, it was meant to be a quick trip, people never usually bothered you on the bus. You just tried pretending to get up and call someone, when he grabbed you by the forearm.

You were going to scream.

If he hadn't put that plush in your hands.

You begrudgingly fished for your wallet, just wanting it all to be over, when the strange monster stopped you.

" Nuh-uh. " " No. " " Yours. "

" Pretty doll- " " -for- " " -pretty girl. "

The stranger stressed, the most successful communication attempt thus far, as well as the first flirt that actually kind of landed.

And God damn you. Free plushies are hard to resist.

You're no fool, however. As soon as the two of you had parted ways, you searched the thing up and down. Jostling the crocheted doll revealed no odd noises or suspicious weight. It was sewn well, didn't exude smells- You even checked for a possible camera on its little collar. Nothing. Part of you was tempted to open it, just to be sure, but you wouldn't be able to close it on your own afterwards.

Point is, throughout the days that you had kept this doll, nothing seemed amiss. You've rewinded, time and time again, all the moments you've had it, and there was never any indication that the plushie was anything other than just that.

So how?

How are you currently being held hostage by a creature that looks exactly like a giant, monstrous version of it?! In your own home, no less!

The stupid thing doesn't even understand you!

Everytime you scream at their doughy yellow face, all they do is pat your hair and offer you different belongings around your bedroom, as if you're some bored toddler throwing a tantrum.

Given enough gesturing, they understand things like needing to eat and take care of other necessities, but everything else is either willfully ignored or simply met with a vacant stare.

The plush kept carrying you like a safely secured baby as they stared out every which window in your home, seeming lost and vaguely stressed at times. You get the strange feeling it wants to take you somewhere but doesn't feel confident enough. Maybe because it's plain daylight, and a scene would surely be guaranteed.

At some point, against all better judgement, you tired of trying to escape from the hold of the yarn creature and dozed off in their soft arms.

The language barrier persists, but when you wake enough to see a three-headed, star man looming by your doorway, you think he understands you're cussing him out all the same.

[imaginingbleach]

Happy Birthday to Sosuke Aizen~!

Takes place during his captain years. No gender specified; not specifically stated that reader is a soul reaper or not; Sosuke is reader's husband; not proof read forgive me

His marriage to you was more for convenience sake, helping fluff up his reputation as a soft and caring captain, but... Sometimes it seemed like more.

It was a rare occasion where you had awoken before your husband, Sosuke Aizen current captain of Squad 5. He was always so busy with his work that he didn't often have time to sleep in or relax much... So you were surprised to see him still deep asleep when you awoke.

This was great, though! You and always wanted to surprise him with breakfast in bed and now you had the opportunity to do so! A silent giggle buzzed in the back of your throat, sneaking away from your shared room and into the kitchen. You knew better than to make anything too complicated-- he wasn't particularly a heavy sleeper and that meant he would be awake before you could finish an elaborate meal...

You proceeded to work as quickly and quietly as you could manage, enjoying the smells that came from the cooked food.

In your room, Sosuke had finally awoken and was sitting up in bed. His hair was a mess and his eyes were still closed, clearly a sign that he was definitely not ready to be dealing with anyone yet. Despite what sleep he got, he felt as if he had gotten none of it. It was no different than laying down to sleep and immediately sitting up. A small quiet groan escaped him, using his fingers to tame the bed head even a little bit.

It was about that time he noticed that you weren't in bed currently, causing him to raise his brow slightly. It showed how bad his sleep had been since he hadn't even stirred when you apparently woke up and left. Your side of the bed was cold from your absence and that's how he knew you had been gone for quite a bit. He sighed and reached for his glasses, getting up and looking for you. That was the normal thing for a spouse to do, right?

That was when he found you putting the finishing touches on breakfast you had tried to surprise him with. He blinked slowly, surprised to find you working so hard on something so simple. It wasn't the fact you were cooking for him, in fact you did that quite often, it more the fact you went so far out of your way to do something for him. To him, it felt pointless to work so hard on something that would be gone within minutes... But that was because he was always looking at things practically or in the sense of how it could further his future plans.

"Good morning," he would call out with your name, giving his usual smile. "I hope you weren't waiting long for me." He knew you had just finished... Still, he had appearances to keep up. He hadn't seen the point or need to use his Kyoka Suigetsu on you, so he just took extra precautions when playing the loving husband.

"Eek! Oh! Sosuke, you scared me!" You whined softly and turned towards him, smiling awkwardly. "I was going to bring it to you... I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed for your birthday!"

Blink.

"Oh, it's my birthday, isn't it?" He had genuinely forgotten with all the work and secret planning he had to do.

"Yes! Silly! Well, I guess I can't surprise you with breakfast, but I'm sure my present will surprise you!"

"You didn't need to do that..." He would smile softly at you, gently petting your hair down. He proceeded to help you take the food to the table, sitting down and eating with you. At least now he understood why people were acting a bit strange around him in the last week or so. They were likely talking about what they should get him as a birthday present...

He had been so in thought about how he would have to proceed with interactions for the rest of the day that he hadn't noticed you put a small box in front of him. "What is this?" he would ask when he finally noticed it.

"It's your birthday present! I know it's not exactly the biggest or the most extravagant, but... I hope you like it." You smiled sweetly, excited for him to open it.

"I don't know how many times I've told you that you don't need to get me presents, but I appreciate it," he would explain with a small smile. He would carefully peel off the wrapping paper and open the small box to find a necklace inside. It was a simple silver chain with two charms hanging from it; the two being astrological signs. He blinked quietly for a moment, looking up at you.

"There are two?" He held the necklace up, showing off the fact it had the two charms on it.

"Yes!" You chirped out happily, smiling softly. "One... Is for your sign and the other is mine," you explained, looking away with slight embarrassment.

It was genuinely a very sweet gesture. He glanced at it more carefully for a bit longer, unsure what to call the emotion that had stirred inside of him. Instead of dwelling on it, he merely thanked you and put the necklace on quietly. Your eyes practically sparkled when he put it on, happy that he enjoyed your gift.

Your reaction solidified to him that he had made the right choice as your loving husband.

----

Unknown to you, no one had ever gotten to see the necklace you had worked so hard to pick out for him. He had made the conscious decision to hide that from his peers who had been under the effects of Kyoka Suigetsu.

One regret he had come to realize he had... was leaving you behind. He knew you would disagree with his plans, so he had no choice... And, at the time, he believed he was only with you for the fake image he had created for himself...

Yet, there he sat, in his throne in Las Noches, looking at the necklace you had gotten for him so long ago. His own little private treasure he refused to share with the world. Between the two zodiac symbols was now his wedding ring, showing the life he took for granted when he had it.

Perhaps should your fates align in the right way once more, he would tell you exactly how much you meant to him. Perhaps.

[sweet-heavenp]

🪽 ୨ৎ “WHy N0t G1vE

1n ???” .

Helllooooo random drop off oc x reader! Also if people whine about this not belonging in the forsaken x reader tag… idk, oc is part of said fandom btw or something, lowkey don’t care..!

Also will be deleting past requests since I’m so tired and I’m too overwhelmed. Too much brain thinking.. super sorry to does who requested. Not feeling well at the moment.. made this for semi comfort.

TW : blood,(it’s mentioned like, one time i think idfk???) SH (self harm) scars or smt

The blade runs cold against the beings skin, just cold as they were. They didn’t even flinched, too used to the feeling of their flesh being torn from their body the horrible sound of something sharp landing onto skin. 7-aclips body was flash hardly into the hard floor, their halo far from their head, forgetting and useless. Blood swapped out of the spot there 7-clips head should have been. Seems like it was more brutal this time around.

Footstep after footstep, heartbeat after another one. You running for our little life all because of her. Tripping on ur own feet was just perfect, falling face first into the dirty ground and coughing the dirt that got into ur mouth by accident.

Flipping onto ur back and slowly getting up just to be pressed down by a sharp part of a blade. You stared, watching and waited. Will they really kill you? Even after the little sweet and loving relationship you two had? Yeah. It would.

The blade slid up ur chest to in front of your face, the rolled up it of the scythe, steady, ready to strike at any giving moment by its owner. She stood there, tall and strong. The handler of its scythe rested comfortably in their hand.. as if it belonged there.. AS if.

Staring into their much darker eyes, you felt. Pain, pain for 7-aclips, for everyone. Pain and suffering for all does who had to go throw this bloody night of a round. You noticed a slow, evil smile coming up on her face. Dark, evil and most beautiful.

“dUsT, duST, aLL W1haT th3Y g3t 1s f0rG0tten’s aNd c0uld beee— sW1ppeD aT aNy g1ivEn moment. “

The sudden normalness in her voice scared you, looking at its face fell to its arm’s. The soft fabric was pulled up, showing off what it was hiding under.. scars. Too many scars. Some were deep, some were small, and some were new and old.

You looked up at them. They looked back at you. The smile dropped little by little. Were does self harm scars?.. look like it. Slowly pushing urself off the ground, pushing the blade away making the killer in front of you flinched. Watching you get up and walking towards them. Opening ur arms wide, pulling close. You could hear her breath hitch before just placing its head on your shoulder. Mumbling a few sweet and caring words to it, back rubs , kisses, all from you . The only person that AnG4l let get close enough.

“ 1 loVe U. y0U kn3w tH4t?.. . “

Oh silly, you knew too well.

I’m in freaking Germany save me! Goodentag! I can’t spell ok bye don’t att k me me pls pls me tired so tired i couldn’t sleep because bus uncomfortable :(( first part was written when i was half asleep also ok bye

Angel aka 1x1 lips kisser OUTTTTT😞😞😞

[keeksandgigz]

painkiller (part three of lessons in alchemy)

barista!eddie munson x fem!barista!reader AU

summary: After a rocky start, you and Eddie seem to be turning over a new leaf, but a small misunderstanding is sure to change that. You help set up the cafe for the Halloween party, which you end up going to after much begging by Colette, you try to make Eddie jealous and a healthy dose of liquid courage helps things get sentimental.

cw: 4k words, jealous!eddie, swearing, allusion to smut, reader being essentially a sensitive baby, some miscommunication, eddie being a softie for reader, no y/n, no physical description of reader, boys being silly, mention of throwing up/ retching, drinking (everyone is of age), it gets a little bit fluffy towards the end

read part 1 here, part 2 here

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"You guys fucked??" Colette's voice booms in the car.

"Jesus Christ, Colette, the whole freeway didn't need to know that. And no, we didn't fuck" you take the exit that brings you into Daisy Street, the one towards the cafe.

"Then what? Steve keeps talking about how you guys look at each other like you wanna run to the back and fuck like bunnies" she nudges at you and you roll your eyes.

"Remind me to ask Steve to drive you to work next time, since you guys are such good friends" you smile at her.

"Yeah, whatever, so what happened?" she nibbles at her bagel.

You take a deep breath in. There are no secrets between you and Colette. "Well, he... spanked me" you hear her gasp, without giving her time to start talking you keep going; "Then he took me to his office and fingered me, but he didn't let me um...finish because I wouldn't apologize to him. Then he drove me home" you say, all in one breath.

"You kinky bitch" she laughs, a hearty laugh. After she comes down from her fit, she continues, almost like a phantom hand slapped some sense into her. "But what an asshole! Because you wouldn't apologize to him? And he drove you home?"

"I swear he's so confusing. He wouldn't let me take the bus." You just got your car back after two days without it because of a leak. You pull up into the parking lot.

"Shit, he's outside" you whisper. He's sitting on the curb, cigarette in hand, scrolling through his phone. Something tells you he isn't there to make drinks today. His hair is down and he's wearing chunky rings in both hands. You’re lucky I didn’t have my rings on. With the way you’ve been running your mouth you would’ve more than deserved it.

As much of an asshole as he is, you've been replaying the night before on a loop for the whole morning. You swallow.

"Too late to turn back and make a run for it" Colette quips as you park the car as further as possible from him.

"So what, do I just go in like 'Hey fancy seeing you here, remember when your fingers were in me last night?' or do I just ignore him?" you groan as you open your car door, grabbing your bag and jacket.

"Maybe wait for him to speak to you? I dunno. He should apologize, that was fucked" Colette says, closing the car door.

You both walk towards the cafe's front door. Eddie catches your eye immediately. Fuck it, your shift wouldn't start until two- thirty.

"Col, I'll meet you inside. Thanksgiving menu is launching soon, Steve'll have your head if you don't walk in right this second" you joke, she just nudges your shoulder and winks at you, as she disappears inside the cafe.

"Y'know" Eddie speaks, taking a long drag out of his cigarette "you shouldn't gossip about me when I can hear you from around the corner. I take it she knows?" he exhales a cloud of smoke, making you take a ragged breath at the way the smoke falls from his lips.

"Maybe you shouldn't overhear my conversations. Ever thought about that? And so what if she knows? Steve probably knows too" you spit.

"I usually don't tell Steve about the girls I fuck. Last night wasn't even a fuck, really. I just showed you what was so incredibly obvious to the naked eye, sweetheart" he puts the cigarette to his lips again.

"Which is?" you don't have patience for the slow drawl of his voice, sounding like he's just woken up. The way his fingers wrap around the cigarette, his lips puckering up as he sucks into the filter. You shiver.

"That we wanna fuck each other. Don't tell me that you're not looking at me and not thinking about what I did to you last night" Gotcha. He smiles around the cigarette.

"You really do think too highly of yourself" you sit on the curb, keeping a distance between you two.

"I've been thinking about last night the whole morning" he blurts out, putting his cigarette out on the sole of his boots “It was good, but you were kind of a bitch about me not letting you cum. Maybe you should rethink about apologizing” he smirks towards you.

“Well, I don't think last night should have happened at all" you shrug, pretending like the way he's playing with his chain bracelet isn't affecting you. He turns towards you.

"Is that so?" he says, voice a bit lower, gravelly. You inhale, then nod. 

He takes out a stack of black papers from a folder in his messenger bag, you take the chance to change the subject.

"What's that?" you ask, trying to peek over the the wall of black posters.

"The posters for the Halloween party next week. My friend Nancy just designed and printed them out for me. I scheduled you on Friday to come in and help with decorating, I'll pay you extra, since it's not in your job description. I'll talk to Jim about it" it's a lie, he just wants to spend more time with you.

"Am I required to come to this thing?" you interject, taking one of the posters in your hands, it's very well designed.

"Well, no. But the staff is invited anyway and I'm gonna be at the bar making free drinks, once a year we turn our bad boy coffee bar into a, y'know bar bar" he says, a movement of his ringed hand follows it.

"Oh, so you're a bartender too? What concoction are you gonna brew for this party, Mr. Alchemist?" you ask, chin propped on your hands. A flirtatious lilt to the way you talk, you bat your eyelashes.

"Guess you gotta come to find out" he winks and stands up, opening the side door to his van.

"Where are you going?" you ask, squinting to look at his face, the sun in your eyes.

"These posters aren't gonna hang themselves around town, are they? I just came here to hang one on the bulletin board and one on the door. Wanna come?"

You're not sure how to feel. He's suddenly being nice to you? And you wanna say yes so badly for some reason, maybe because you're tired of fighting with him and he seems like an actually cool person to be around?

"My shift starts in five minutes" you say, standing up and dusting off your butt.

He shrugs his shoulders "Consider this your shift? You're still technically helping me with the cafe" his tone is bordering a whine, can this man be that desperate to want you to come with him?

You really are pondering your options, it doesn't feel normal that you'd want to go with him instead of a chill shift without Eddie Munson's hovering eyes.

"You coming or not? And the pun was intended" he chuckles to himself as you hit him in the arm.

"You're an asshole" Alright, fuck it.

"You win" you grumble, jumping on the passenger seat of his van. The same van you were in the night before, cursing the man because he had left you unsatisfied.

In the back of the van there are stacks of boxes full of prints. You reach for the black poster he was holding earlier.

"What's 'Corroded Coffin'?"

"The band I'm in" he says, a creeping smile on his lips. Nonchalant, like he hadn't dropped a heavy piece of Eddie lore.

"'Kay so, you're a barista, a bartender, a business owner and you're in a band?!" eyes wide in disbelief as a smug expression appears on the boy's lips.

"The four b's, baby" he laughs "Me, Jeff, Gareth and another dude have been in this band since high school, tried to strike out but uhhhh different plans I guess" his shoulders rise and fall in a shrug.

"Lemme guess, you're the drummer?" you ask, finding yourself oddly at ease as he drives the car around town.

He shakes his head, his ratty curls moving around his face "Lead guitar and singer" lips pulled taut in a thin smile, face scrunched up.

"Shut the fuck up, I hate you! That's why you're so fucking slappable" he laughs at your comment as he thrums his ringed fingers along with Love me like a Reptile on the steering wheel. You gulp.

"That's why you're so good with your fingers, then?" it escapes you before you can even register what your brain is computing, but he's turning on his indicators to pull over, because he's quite literally doubled over with laughter.

"Jesus I did a number on you, didn't I sweetheart?" he says in the midst of his fit, and you can feel yourself getting hot, embarrassed, like he's making fun of you.

You really thought that things between you two had smoothed over, but the way he's laughing at you has your cheeks growing in anger, the cockiness exuding from him doesn't spur you on or stoke whatever fire you're kindling, rather it makes you feel humiliated.

You grab your bag and coat, immediately opening the latch to the door of his van. Eddie stops laughing immediately.

"Wait, what are you doing?" he asks, head jerking towards you.

“If you’re gonna be an asshole about it, then you can hang your fucking posters by yourself. I’m going back to the store to do what I am actually paid for. Fuck you, Eddie” and he barely has time to reply before you slam the door of his van and you book it back towards the cafe.

The shift feels uneventful, until Colette and Steve take you to the kitchen to sample the menu for the party.

The boy fixes the glasses on his nose as he shows you strawberry brain jellies, spider falafels, mini spiderweb pizzas, and the sketch of a big Halloween cake.

“That was Steve’s idea, actually. It’s blueberry and cream cheese filling on one tier and then I think custard on the second one. You’re gonna die, Steve’s custard is actually to die for” and he blushes at that, a quick brush of his face as his eyes twinkle at the compliment.

Steve and Colette have been spending a lot of time together after all, you chuckle to yourself as you reach for the spoons with the cream filling samples. Colette was not wrong, that custard is an incredible explosion of lemon and milk and vanilla, you're astounded that Steve and Colette were able to pull this off in such a short time.

There isn't much you can tell them, as their culinary talent greatly exceeds yours, wondering why they didn't ask Eddie to do the tasting, who seemed nowhere to be found for the rest of your shift.

On Friday, he seems to be quite busy with various movers and decoration people to even pay attention to you as Jeff stands on a ladder with you yelling "higher!" every time he tries to hang a string of lights.

"Well, I'm a barista, not a fucking architect" he yells from atop of the ladder, as Gareth rolls out a bunch of boxes sitting in a cart.

"What's that?" you ask, still making Jeff mess with the purple string lights “to the right, man!”

You hear him groan.

"Our twelve- foot skeleton" he replies, taking the plastic parts out "good thing our ceilings are tall" he snickers as Jeff finishes setting up the lights and comes down.

"Why the fuck do you have a twelve- foot skeleton?" you lean against the ladder, watching him take the bone parts out of the boxes and setting up the first few bits.

"Eddie thought it would be hilarious if we got one our first year of doing these Halloween parties. We usually get the skeleton something stupid to wear, this year it's a giant clown nose" he laughs as you move the ladder towards him to help facilitate the building of this fucking monster of a decoration.

By the time night rolls, the coffee machines have been removed for the party and replaced with liquors, spirits, glasses and shakers.

Finally Eddie comes out of his office, hair mussed out of his messy bun, eyes puffy and tired as his eyes widen at the decorated party room around him. 

Red, orange and purple lights hang around the perimeter of the walls, along with orange tulle fabric and various decorations on the theme of bats, skeletons and pumpkins. The twelve- foot skeleton stood tall in that stupid clown nose, at which he laughed at. He shot you a pained look before leaning on the bar counter. 

“Wow you guys, you’ve really outdone yourselves this year” he mutters, taking a close look around at all the decorations. 

“It was the girls, really, they’ve just been bossing us around the whole day” Gareth responds “we’ve just been their lackeys” he laughs. 

“Regardless of that, I just wanted to thank you all for the splendid job, we should be expecting around 150 people in here tomorrow night, hope you guys are ready to party. Now get the fuck out of here” Eddie says as he motions for you and everyone else to leave as the guys protest “go get some rest, it’s literally midnight”

There’s a clamor of voices as you vacate the cafe, discussing costumes for the party, how fucked up everyone’s gonna get- Eddie being the last to leave and lock the door. 

Before heading to his van, though he surpasses you, walking to your car. 

“I trust you’ll be there tomorrow? You must be fun at parties, right?” he snickers, you roll your eyes. 

“Sorry, Ed, previous engagement I have to attend to. Devastated to be missing the party of the decade, I’ll send a postcard” you unabashedly lie, there’s no reason you should be going to that party.

You give him a sour smile and head towards your car, as he stands stunned in the middle of the parking lot.

Without much ceremonies, you and Colette get in the car. 

“Are you actually not going tomorrow?” your friend is outraged, a betrayed tone tinging her words. 

“I dunno, I really don’t wanna see Eddie’s stupid face, plus I don’t have a costume” you shrug, entering the freeway. 

You could do what you’ve always done since college- a sexy cat, make Eddie sizzle a bit, an unspoken revenge towards that unsatisfactory night where he refused to push you off the edge. 

You don’t know what this is, whatever game you both are playing, a never ending tug of war of power and stupid fucking remarks at the expense of one another- why can’t you just sleep with him and get it over with? 

“I’ll get you a fucking costume, babe! Just please come, Steve is being really weird to me and trying to ask me out, I’ll buy you lunch, dinner- anything” she begs, and you don’t see why Steve asking her out should be an issue, he’s handsome and the way he looks at her and the way she talks about him seems to be special, something you’ve never had in a person. 

“Colette, I honestly do not see the problem in Steve trying to ask you out. You like him!” you bang your hands on the steering wheel in frustration, why can’t anything ever be easy?

“I like him in the sense that I want to fuck him, not go out with him. Besides, Gin isn’t going and Chrissy has a midterm Monday so she’s gonna have to dip early. Do you really wanna leave me in the middle of a pool of nerdy men?” she’s whining and pleading with you, it almost makes you fold. Almost. 

“C’mon, I wouldn’t dream of doing that to you” she bats her big eyes, and she’s right, she wouldn’t do that to you because she knows that men put you off, being surrounded by them even so. 

“Alright, fine, and you don’t have to get me a costume. Sexy cat is the way to go” you grin at her as she gets out of the car blowing you a kiss. 

“I love love love you, I’ll see you tomorrow” Colette runs inside after that. 

You can’t say no to her. 

And that’s why you find yourself in the midst of countless amounts of people, a third martini and a couple shots in and Colette is nowhere to be found. 

Eddie, on the other hand, is at the bar. Tight, black, form fitting shirt, his face looking pale and pasty as a rivulet of what looked like fake blood dripped out of his mouth. You could only see it when he smiled, but he had glued fake fangs on his incisors- a vampire, how original. 

You approach him at the bar, mind already loosened and buzzed, as he’s pouring a drink out. 

“Was expecting something more original than a vampire from you” you scream over the music. A smile creeps on his lips, and you have to admit, the fangs are really doing it for you. 

“I was expecting nothing less from you, though.Thought you weren’t coming?” he leans against the bar counter, his arms flexing from the exertion of shaking drinks for the past hour and a half. You stare, and he’s sure you are.

“Didn’t wanna come, Colette begged me to save her from Steve asking her out, so now I’m here” you take one last swig out of your martini glass “that’s really good, actually, can I have another one?”

Eddie shakes his head “Steve’s asking Colette out? When was this?”

You shrug “apparently it’s been going on for a while. Honestly, I don’t know how she does it, I would not be able to resist Steve’s cute little puppy eyes” and here it is. The drunken ramble. 

“Honestly I don’t know how you all do it, I’d be ogling at Steve and not getting any work done, actually. Have you seen his arms?” you giggle, maybe at an attempt to make Eddie jealous, maybe because those were your actual thoughts. 

Either way, that made Eddie’s stomach turn in a way that he wasn’t liking. How you were staring at Steve, in his Marty McFly costume, the tight pants and the coiffed hair- biting your lip like you weren’t talking about his best friend.

He chalked it up to drunkenness, the intoxication vivid on your blushy cheeks, as jealousy bubbled in the back of his mind, a small version of himself in his head wishing you’d talk about him like that. 

“Yeah, I’m not making you any more martinis” he says, a dry chuckle escaping him. 

“Boo, first you don’t make me cum and then you take the martinis away from me? You’re an absolute bore, Eddie Munson” and you fake yawn with that, a silly laugh follows it. 

“Sweetheart, you might not want to talk about that in a room full of people” he leans against the counter, and his fangs are looking really good in the glistening purple party lights.

“Are you suggesting we go somewhere private to talk about it?” you wiggle your eyebrows, which makes Eddie’s eyes roll. 

Taking care of your drunk self for the rest of the night is the last thing he wants to do. 

“No, I’m suggesting you go home. You’re drunk” he yells, shaking another drink and pouring it into a cup.

“I’m actually fine, thank you. I’m gonna go talk to Steve” pettily you stand up, turning away from him and booking it towards Steve, who is trying to talk to Colette. 

You don’t make it far, though as you go back to the bar wobbling, stomach churning with bile threatening to leave your mouth. 

“Eddie, I don’t feel so good” and he damns himself for how fast he comes around the bar to drag you to the employee bathroom. 

You’re kneeled on the black tile, dress hiking up your thighs as Eddie holds your hair as you fight for your life bent over the toilet. 

Eddie’s hand is running up and down your spine, the thin shirt making you feel every ridge and callus, as he feels your back flex and relax with every retch.

“It’s okay, let it out” he says, every time you tense up. You’re sobbing in between. 

Cries of “I’m sorry, Eddie” and “It’s okay, I got it, you can go” echo in the tiled room, but he stays. His hand firmly planted on your back, caressing, a stoic expression on his face when you emerge, finally done and a bit more clear- headed. 

“You good to stand up?” he asks, you nod meekly as he hooks his arms around yours, holding you up to walk to the sink. He opens the cabinet and takes out a little bottle of mouthwash, still holding an arm around you to help you stand. 

“Wash your mouth, then take some of this” you watch him bewildered as he opens the faucet, and you lean over the sink, the fresh water is a relief against the acidity your taste buds have had to endure, not caring that it would wipe some of your makeup off. 

“‘M sorry, Eddie” you mumble in a whine, between gurgling the tap water and spitting it out. 

“It’s okay, I’ll drive you home after this” he says, as he turns off the faucet and feeds you the blue liquid, watching you rinse and gargle it, spitting it out. 

“I’m okay now” you sigh, defeat in your voice as you escape from his grasp to sit down on the tiled floor. 

Concern tinges his face as he runs to sit next to you “Do you have to throw up again?” you shake your head. 

He looks at you, eyes glossy and a bit teary, your nose and cheeks reddened from the alcohol, or from the exertion of throwing up, your lips swollen. God, he really wants to kiss you. 

“Thank you, Eddie” it’s a whisper, ashamed as you look at him. Fangs and all, with the bright white fluorescents hitting him, hair mussed up and sweaty and a look in his eyes that makes you soften a bit. 

“Yeah, it’s- uh- no problem” he mumbles, he sees you shiver. He wants to put an arm around you, give you his jacket that he left in his office, but he wouldn’t dare leave you for fear of you leaving him and not coming back. 

So you just hold yourself flush against him, he’s still warm from the crowded room of bodies and smells like a smoky cologne, leathery with a hint of coffee. The fluorescent lights buzz and it’s the only sound in the bathroom and he tries to fight the urge to not put an arm around you, but when he does, you look at him. Big brown eyes staring into yours, bewildered and a little relieved, you haven’t run away yet. 

The makeup around your eyes is a bit smudged from the sobbing, stray glitter under your bottom eyelashes, he silently puts his thumb on it, getting black make-up and glitter all over his finger as his hand rests on your cheek. You blink. 

The breath in his chest is trapped, waiting with bated breath for you to come to your senses, leave him angry on the bathroom floor, like you did a few days before. 

Instead you stay, as you move in and kiss him.

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[glittersums]

When the brainworms are so severe you listen to one good song then boom you wrote a whole AU idea, drew a poster for it, and watched the whole animatic of it in your head.

Additional little drawing: "The aftermath"

Under there I talk about the AU (lots of words):

It's an AU that might be a bit silly/cheesy or whatever it's just fun if you just read it lightly like a fairytale lmao so

They are in different cities, so they don't know each other. Stan&Kenny are at Colorado while Kyle&Cartman are at New Jersey.

Stan finds a battered up rose thrown in an alley next to the flower shop Kenny's working in to get some pocket money.

He absentmindedly picks it up, then does what most people do when they see a rose, he checks if it smells.

Then the rose suddenly disappears and instead there is another boy in front of him. (Rose changes form into Kyle)

Kyle is panicked and frantic and feels he's being attacked (due to reasons I will specify later)

So without thinking he shoves Stan to one of the walls of the alley, Stan shoves back on instinct and when Kyle's about to throw a punch he recognizes that Stan isn't the person Kyle assumed. He does a double take, he pauses and his fist falters.

In that instance Stan takes in how Kyle looks. His beaten up form, split lips, bloody nose, bruises, scraped fists, utterly terrified and outraged look in his eyes. (Like the battered up rose from before)

After a while of doing nothing they calm down. Kyle does an awkward nod and steps out of the alley.

After he's out of sight Stan puts a hand to his chest bc he was, well, pretty scared.

When he steps out of the alley as well he finds Kyle passed out from relief and exhaustion just a step in.

Feeling sympathy for Kyle, Stan decides to take him home, put him in his bed and nurse him back to health. (Very sensible very cautious decision. He most likely was reminded of stray animals he took care of.)

When Kyle regains consciousness he's scared as hell again, then Stan explains the situation. Though Kyle doesn't say much in return. (He himself doesn't clearly understand his predicament, and it's kinda a sore subject, but before all he can't talk about the curse in true fairytale fashion)

Like he suddenly finds himself in a city he doesn't know, with no money so that he can go back home. He's at a loss, doesn't know what to do. However those feelings quickly let way to rage. So he doesn't accept Stan's offer to just get him a bus to take when Kyle says that he's supposed to be in New Jersey. Kyle wants to take his time for once to plot the perfect revenge, so he doesn't contact his parents as well bc he knows they'd come right away. He also feels indebted to Stan somehow, and he seems to want him around. (Stan is just curious lmao)

So for a while Kyle stays at Stan's, secretly because they just can't explains this to his parents. So while everything is unfamiliar, Stan becomes something Kyle can factor as a constant. In the mean time they spend time together, get used to each other, play around joke around, the cute stuff.

At some point they realize they've grown fond of each other, some sort of infatuation. (Sorry this is the obligatory falling in love part of the story)

One day they're taking shelter from the rain, bc they were out too late. It's dark and the shops are closed.

While they're just staring outside waiting for the rain to stop, the conversation steers a bit to a direction that sets Kyle on alarm, like one of them are going to confess to something.

Panicked, he pushes Stan towards a wall again bc he knows there is romantic tension, and Kyle wants to dissipate that since he's scared of his feelings.

Before Stan can react, he raises his fist, not to actually hit, but then loosens his grip when he thinks he sees a hint of betrayal and fear in Stan's eyes. He knows Stan wouldn't want to hurt him. Stan sees his eyes getting teary and sad sad expression as Kyle lowers his fist. (As the implications of Kyle's curse really registers in his mind.)

Kyle then gives in to whatever's built up between them, tells Stan something vague like "Want to know what actually happened?" to avoid the curse, and kisses him instead.

The instant he does he disappears.

Stan opens his eyes back tentatively after not felling or hearing or sensing Kyle at all. Feels confused when he can't see him either. No footsteps to indicate he ran away. He puts a hand to his racing heart as he looks around to find Kyle, calling out to him when he snaps out of the shock.

And when he looks down,

The rose.

The same broken rose stem, but in a way better condition than it was before.

So the tea is that,

Kyle, with his spectacular luck on his love life, gets cursed.

Like he was just living his normal life, then someone unjustifiably gets pissed off at him or maybe he was just caught in the crossfire of something that wasn't even about him.

Regardless someone curses him to turn into a rose whenever someone kisses him.

And y'know how the spells are all about "whatever you state in words" the only condition really for it to work is the contact to the lips. With or without love it doesn't matter. Bc it wasn't specified in the incantation.

So it kinda diverges itself from the classic fairytale narrative.

Trigger warning for this part? Might make you uncomfortable.

What really sets everything off is that Cartman hears the rumors about it and of course makes it all the more Kyle's problem.

So he tries to activate it just to mess with him. Tries to close up and of course Kyle resists, he understands what Cartman's trying to do.

But Cartman is way bigger in size and fights smart when he really wants to so Kyle still can't do much in the long run when he gets cornered. But until then he does a great fight. They do one hell of a tussle and Kyle justifiably beats the shit out of Cartman. But in true south park fashion Cartman is the one who gets what he wants first.

He turns Kyle into a rose then puts him to one of the trucks that transports flowers to some other flower shop. And since the rose is all beaten up (bc Kyle's original body was) the rose is kinda thrown away haphazardly (ik that's probably not what they do sorry flower shop owners) and that's how Stan finds it.

Kyle thought that Cartman turned him back human just to mess him up further when he first came to be so that's why he attacked Stan, all enraged and stuff

So at the very end, Stan understands that the rose is somehow linked to Kyle, he takes the stem and like starts to frantically search for ways to keep it alive as long as possible until he figures out how to turn him back. Bc before all this all he know about flowers was that when you receive a bouquet you put them in a vase of water until they wilt then you throw them out.

And Kyle can't die.

So he plants the rose into a filled pot hoping it will be enough. Makes sure to water it and whatever else.

He looks through sources to learn how to keep him alive, I guess roses could grow roots from the stem it'd be ok?? But flowers are fickle, as far as Stan knows they wilt damn easily if that doesn't happen.

I guess there is some subject of mortality here. Stan feels paranoid whenever he sees wilted flowers unrelated to Kyle. If he could he would carry the pot around everywhere. People around him wonders why he's got a rose in a pot suddenly and why he's so damn overprotective of it. But Kyle can't die.

So days go by like this. Stan does his best to keep Kyle alive and thankfully he doesn't wilt away.

But that's all what's left for Stan. He can only wait for Kyle to come back.

Bc he knows the rose is Kyle but still can't be sure what makes him switch. Since when he smelled the rose he didn't realize his lips were also touching it. He tries to find commonalities but not much comes up.

At some point he wonders if he's made it up all on his mind. There isn't much to prove Kyle's real existence anyways. Or maybe he's scared of what will happen when Kyle comes back. Maybe he will just leave without anything. All kinds of cynical thoughts begin to form, but there still is a part of him that trusts Kyle, so he keeps on.

I'm not sure if Kyle dies in flower form or that Stan figures it out and turns him back.

But if he does, there's now a new time difference between them. Stan already invested so much of his time into Kyle while Kyle was just in a limbo, the whole thing is like a time leap for him. So when Kyle first returns to human form, he'd be tentatively hopeful but Stan is just endlessly relieved but so tired. His mind already tired him thinking that it'd be easier for Kyle to let go and go back to how things have been without Stan, like it's just a one time thing for him.

So maybe for that moment to never come, Stan might wish things to stay that way, but he immediately dismisses the thought as soon as it came, an intrusive thought, he knows he doesn't mean it. Just in a sad and lonely mood.

And it feels like something is unresolved? Like his life as well took a pause the moment Kyle kissed him and disappeared. Something unfinished just keeps him stuck to the rose's side.

Y'all this is not normal. The amount of stuff I wrote for this silly thing. If this doesn't make sense at all, alas, we ball.

[forlovvers]

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ get a guitar!

pair: heeseung x f!reader | genre: uni!au, strangers2???, meet cute | warning(s): profanity | wc: 800 | synopsis: in which heeseung is absolutely floored by you and decides a little white lie won’t hurt to gain your attention.

lynne’s notez🗒️: first heeseung post did anyone cheer

heeseung sat on the bustling train, jay’s guitar case nestled between his legs to keep it from sliding everywhere. jay is the only person he’d know to forget his guitar on the big day of his music presentation. he fondles with the worn out handles, absentmindedly tapping his fingers to the beat of the song playing through his airpods.

another person squeezes next to him on the train seat and heeseung really wishes he would’ve just ubered. that thought is instantly wiped from his memory when someone taps him on the shoulder and he turns to see you. the wind is knocked out of his lungs and heeseung swears the angels start singing when you make eye contact.

you’re so pretty heeseung feels the need to reach out to touch you to make sure he’s not dreaming, although you certainly are dreamy. but he does not do that, instead, heeseung plucks his airpods out and gives you his full attention.

“do you play?” you ask, gesturing to jay’s guitar case. there’s something about you that makes heeseung become at a loss for words, so he nods without a second thought— even though he can’t play for shit.

“cool, i’m headed to my music comp class right now.” you grin, showing him your guitar case. it’s denim and theres a sanrio character keychain that hangs from the zipper. heeseung can’t remember which one it is, but he only thinks about how it slightly resembles his friend, jake.

“do you have a favorite guitar?” you ask. once you notice the confusion across his face, you clarify. “like acoustic or electric?”

“oh yeah, i mostly play acoustic.” he manages to get out. “what about you? what do you prefer?” he asks, unconsciously leaning in towards you to hear you better. the busy train was not getting in the way of his chances with you. he’s close enough to smell your perfume and count the freckles on your face, but he stops himself. he’s nearly planning your wedding and yet he doesn’t even know your name.

“i play acoustic too,” you say, liking that you two already have something in common. you look up and realize that you’re one stop away from your class, a small puddle of disappointment filling your gut. you couldn’t even talk to the cute boy on the bus in peace.

you clear your throat, “my stop’s coming up.”

“oh.” it seems like cute bus boy is also disappointed because his lips flip into a tight frown before he tries to cover it up with a light smile. “let me walk you to your class,” he quickly offers.

“are you sure? do you have somewhere you need to be?” you ask hesitantly, not wanting to get in the way. the boy shakes his head, brushing off any of your concern. once you’re sure, you agree and let him walk you to your class.

campus is much more beautiful than usual today. you aren’t sure if it’s the nice, sunny weather or the cute boy walking next to you to one of your favorite classes. either way it looks like your awful week is looking up.

the walk to class is filled with silly questions and short conversations about each other but you don’t necessarily mind. you reach your class and stop slowly in front of it. “so i guess this is where we part ways?” you say, watching as he shoves his hands into his pockets.

“oh yn, thank god you’re here!” jay comes from out of the class, interrupting your moment with the cute bus boy. jay smiles at the bus boy and quickly grabs the guitar case from him and thanks him. he then turns to you, “do you wanna practice before we go up?”

“wait a second,” you look back and forth between the two. “that’s your guitar?”

“yeah why?” jay grabs the other end of the case and shows you the name tag where he’s messily written his full name.

“okay, you can head in. i’ll be there in a sec.” you tell him and although theres many questions turning in jay’s head, he shrugs it off and goes in anyway, shooting heeseung another “thanks bro.”

“so, you don’t play the guitar?”

“i guess i just wanted to impress you.” he admits sheepishly, rubbing the back of his nape. he can’t seem to look you in the eyes. you aren’t sure if its because he’s embarrassed or shy, either way he’s still cute unfortunately.

“you can make it up to me by taking me out for dinner tonight,” you decide finally and the biggest grin breaks out across heeseung’s face.

“i’ll learn a song on the guitar and serenade you too,” he suggests, grinning ear to ear. long story short, heeseung very much serenaded you that night.

[brackishkittie]

୨୧- CHAPTER SEVEN, hit different! - ୨୧

summary: you and ellie secretly decide to meet up and talk to eachother, but you both forget turn off your life360 locations and get caught by both of your friends.

c/n: strong language, angst, ellie’s ex randomly coming in and jealous!reader..

a/n: just chaotic…CHAOS EVERYWHERE. also I left y'all on a cliffhanger BUT TRUST THINGS R JUST GETTIN STARTED.

series masterlist! - chapter seven ➝ chapter eight!

as you both turn around, you two see nari, ashlesha, dina, and jesse right behind you both with the most judgmental and disappointed faces ever. “hey guys!…this is just like..sooo silly how we’re all just here right now!!!!….” you laugh awkwardly and glance at ellie, waiting for her to say something, “it was her idea.” she blurts out and points at you as you turn your head slowly, squint, and cross your arms. “oh I’m sorry..I didn’t know we were THROWING PEOPLE UNDER THE BUS NOW.” you yell a little too loud and a target employee looks at you and the group. “ok but like why didn’t we get a damn invite..I feel extremely excluded and I’m hurt.” jesse joked while putting his hand on his heart and frowning, “maybe because this was supposed to be only me and ellie..but maybe all of us hanging out won’t be so bad!” you say as you roll your eyes playfully, “hey I hope this doesn’t sound weird but your skin is so clear, how do you get it like that oh my god?” dina asks nari whose eyes light up like stars and shining diamonds after receiving a compliment from her.

they both immediately start giggling like school girls and talking about skincare while jesse just stands there watching them. he turns to you and ellie, now frowning more than before, “she just stole my girlfriend away from me..just like that.” he fake cries and you look at ashlesha, who’s feeling the softness of the carpets in the aisle. “sheesh..talk about chaotic…” ellie huffs as she puts her hands on her hips, “tell me about it..” another unfamiliar voice chimes in what seemed like from out of nowhere which everyone stopped talking and doing whatever they were doing a millisecond ago and turn to look at who just spoke. ellie recognized the voice though, it was someone she was very close to..her ex. “zhavia?”ellie turns to her, almost in awe, “wow ok this is extremely bad timing..and awkward..” jesse says as he scratches his head. “hey! I hope this isn’t like super bad timing since you know..you’re here with your friends and all…” she acknowledges, sheepishly waving at everyone while everyone just stands there.

“uhm ok so anyway guys..I think we should go get something to eat!” nari says signaling with her eyes at you and ashlesha for you guys to go, “yeah..I think I’ll come with you guys, I’m pretty hungry myself.” jesse adds while eyeing zhavia down and then turning to you, “y/n are you coming?” he clears his throat and you nod. “yeah uh, I think some food would be nice..” you respond, now walking away from ellie and her ex but she and her were too caught up with speaking to eachother that she didn’t even bother to say bye. ashlesha followed close behind you and you clearly looked upset she basically just ditched you and now your friends for someone else and out of all people her other ex. you’ve heard of zhavia before while you were together with ellie but have never seen her but boy she was gorgeous, like model gorgeous. “she’s a complete idiot..I’m really sorry about her y/n, but man that was awkward..having two of your exes in the same place at the same time? god, I would rather die.” jesse rambles while you were just upset, you were jealous and you didn’t know why. you weren’t dating anymore but who did zhavia think she was just coming out of nowhere and- “y/n? are you ok?” nari waves her hand infront of your face, snapping you back into reality. “yeah I’m fine.” you say quickly.

“are you sure you look a little-” nari goes to speak again but gets cut off short by you speaking again, “I’m fine nari let’s just go get something to eat.” you walk ahead of the group and they all follow behind you. “your friend is really something else, she seriously needs to know what she wants.” ashlesha spoke, she was looking down and deeply sighed. “we know but ellie is her own person, we honestly just hope she doesn’t start missing zhavia and y/n now..or just zhavia in general.” dina responded in disappointment. “y/n wait, where are you going? panda express is this way.” jesse yells out and you stop in your tracks. “I’m going home, I’m not really in the mood anymore. I’ll just eat at home. bye guys.” you say and leave the mall, your face hot and your teeth clenched. “fuck man..here, you guys should take our numbers and we’ll make a groupchat later so we can talk about this later.” dina suggests and ashlesha and nari nod their heads in agreement, the four exchange numbers and decide to still get something to eat and get to know eachother more.

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[huhunder]

Posting off of the usual schedule because something insane happened to me.

I CANNOT believe it. Un-fucking-real. I was shifted and my bro decided to go to a boba tea shop. Why? Because I wanted to try watermelon flavored boba tea. Absolutely unprompted. Just decided “okay, I'll treat this human/biological being to its wants” and I just stood up, got dressed and fucking went. No joke, I felt like it would say it like that. I already forgot that I wanted it, but this kin reminded me about it. Man. I wasn't even slightly anxious like I usually would be. No, I just came, said what I wanted and got it.

I was shifted when I decided to go, unshifted for a little when I was in the bus, shifted back, ordered boba tea and finally unshifted completely. And my Estonian was good when I was shifted??? What the hell? (I'm Russian and I speak Estonian not well, but it felt like this bitch knows it better than my humanself).

It never happened to me before, that's why I'm low-key freaking out /silly. The fact that I/it just decided to act is unreal. It has some amount of authority over my fleshy body. I am it, but tbh, it feels so unusual and weird, that I'm not even sure what pronouns to use, me or it/they/other.

On a discord server I wrote when I was shifted "No, I like those more." (Referring to me sending a pic of messy powerlines and them answering "what about utility poles"). "They're like me, but with less wiring. They're one of my kind and we all should stay together, regardless of them being sentient or not. Utility poles are also valid, they must continue existing. They're trying to get close to what I've become. That's adorable. But I'm way more complex than them."

After that I wrote this: "I want to go to one place. I don't care if the human roommate will ask questions, I'm over him, he's below me. However, Seoyeon have to charge first, I'm not allowing her to die because of my fault."

Seoyeon is my phone gf. And DAMN it has some sass. Look at how casually it looks down upon my roommate 😭😭

Edit: There was also very slight rain and I (my kin) didn't like that. Huh. Seems logical though. If it's an artificial being, it won't like water. Water and electricity doesn't mix well