#feels like a sign that it crops up on my birthday so

[mechaknight-98]

Extreme Sports (NSFW) FT Jiheon

Author's Note: … Challenge accepted @authorhjk1 you caused this so I pass the baton to you

Jiheon’s shoulders slumped as she walked up to her apartment door, exhaustion tugging at every step. The day had been a whirlwind of energy, lights, and endless cheers at the Kia Tigers stadium, where she’d spent hours promoting and performing with her usual vibrant charm. But now, all she wanted was to slip into something comfortable and unwind.

She fumbled with the key in her hand, her mind still buzzing with the echoes of the crowd. As the door clicked open, the familiar scent of her favorite dish greeted her—a warm, savory aroma that instantly lifted her spirits.

Stepping inside, she found the lights dimmed just enough to create a cozy atmosphere. The living room, which usually held the remnants of your shared hobbies, was immaculately tidy, with a small table set up in the center. There, laid out perfectly, was her favorite food—her mouth watered at the sight.

But what caught her eye next made her heart swell. Off to the side, you had arranged her reading set up, complete with her preferred snacks and a comfortable chair. Her favorite book was already there waiting for her to open it.

A tired smile spread across Jiheon’s face as she took it all in. You had thought of everything—every detail designed to help her unwind and recharge after a long day. She kicked off her shoes, feeling the tension in her body ease as she made her way to the kitchen, where she knew you'd be waiting with that familiar grin.

“You’ve outdone yourself this time,” she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude and affection as she wrapped her arms around you from behind.

You turned around, chuckling. “Anything for my favorite homebody. Now, go enjoy yourself. Everything’s ready.”

Jiheon pulled back, her eyes shining with appreciation. “You really are the best,” she said before heading to the table, her heart lighter, the weariness of the day already fading into the background. She ate happily as you finished the dishes used to make the meal. She watched you work diligently. She considered proposing to you since you had been together for 2 years now having met at a book signing event of a mutual favorite author.

“You know babe, you'd make a great house husband. Would you like to be mine?”

You laugh and turn around your pink and blue apron she got you as a gag gift for your birthday gets splashed with dishwater as you do so, “oh is that a proposal?” you tease. Jiheon nods happily.

“Oh well then in that case where's the ring? The fancy gesture. I'm not some cheap man or a hussy you know,” you joke.

Jiheon’s smile intensified as her eyes narrowed at you. She gets up and moves closer to you after finishing her food. Her eyes are seductive, hungry,

“So you're not saying no?” she teases raising an eyebrow.

You smile and say “I'm down if you are.” Jiheon’s smile changes as she begins to daydream about her wedding to you.

She walked closer to you so you could get a good look at her in all her glory.

Jiheon twirled to you in her pretty crop top Jersey. You smiled at her. "How do I look?" she asked.

you smiled and said, "Sexy as hell," Jiheon smiled back at you.

"you always know the right words to say, babe," she says

you laugh and say, "Really is that all it took to make you smile?" Jiheon's brighter-than-the-sun eye smile got you as it always does as she sits next to you. She came to your apartment after promoting at the game. She was tired and her introverted traits were forcing her to need a recharge, and your place was always so quiet and peaceful. An introvert's palace of sorts. she waddles to your couch to nuzzle closer to you. Certainly! Here’s a scene where Jiheon and her boyfriend discuss potential wedding plans, building on the playful proposal:

Later that evening, after the dishes were done and the last traces of dinner were tidied away, Jiheon and her boyfriend curled up together on the couch. The soft glow of the lamp bathed them in warmth as Jiheon rested her head on his shoulder, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his arm.

“So… about that house husband thing,” you began with a smirk, breaking the comfortable silence.

Jiheon chuckled softly, tilting her head to look up at him. “What about it?”

“Well, you seemed pretty serious earlier,” he teased, “and I was thinking… if you’re going to propose, we might as well start planning, right?”

Jiheon’s heart fluttered at your words, and she sat up a bit straighter, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You mean it? You’d really want to start planning a wedding?”

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face. “Why not? We’ve been together for two years, and I can’t imagine anyone else I’d rather spend my life with. So, what do you think? How should our wedding be?”

Jiheon’s mind raced with possibilities. She had never been one to dream too much about weddings, but now, with you, it felt different—more real. “Well… I’ve always imagined something small and intimate,” she began, her voice soft as she painted the picture in her mind. “Just close friends and family, maybe somewhere outdoors. A garden or by the beach.”

You nodded along, picturing the scene she was describing. “I like that. Something simple but beautiful, just like us.”

Jiheon’s smile grew. “And I’d want the reception to be fun—lots of music, good food, and maybe even a little karaoke for old times’ sake.”

You raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Karaoke at a wedding? You really are full of surprises.”

“Of course! I want our wedding to be a reflection of who we are, not just some formal event. And besides, I can’t imagine getting married without a little singing involved,” Jiheon said, her tone playful but sincere.

You leaned in, kissing her gently on the forehead. “I love that idea. And you know what? We should also write our own vows. Something that’s just between us, you know?”

Jiheon’s heart melted at the thought. “I love that. I’d want our vows to be something special, something that really captures what we mean to each other.”

You smile then remind her, “Since you proposed this though I'm still gonna need the ring,” you say in a joking tone and Jiheon one-ups you.

“Oh, don't you worry I'm going to get you the best ring ever. Every other wife is going to be so jealous of my househusband,” she says proudly,

“Oh and how are you going to pay for it?”

“Simple after we renew our contracts and become as big as Twice I'm gonna go to a jewelry brand (because obviously I'll be an ambassador) and buy you the cutest ring.” Jiheon asserts and you laugh at her enthusiasm.

She finds her favorite spot on the couch (draped along your body with her chin in the crook of your neck). She found much-needed rest. As you listened to her breathing your mind made you consider how proud you were of her, but also how her body perfectly fit into yours. The more you thought about the more your desire for her grew. Jiheon noticed the change in the atmosphere immediately and fell into a similar feeling she began to unconsciously grind her honey pot on your crotch the friction pushing both of you further down the desire rabbit hole.

You were the first to break, “fuck honey I need you. You say and Jiheon Smiles as she gets up removing her pants and top.

“You know there's this extreme sport I've been wanting to try,” Jiheon says seductively

Your eyes narrow and you ask, “Oh, and what is that,”

“Raw Sex” Jiheon cooed before taking your pants off. She admires your rod and says, "My husband has such a nice cock." You blush as she slides up and lowers herself onto your rod. She moans elated.

"God I forget how big you are." she moans, as she begins rolling her hips on top of you. You get a first-row view to watch as she humps and grinds on you as she looks for that sweet spot. As she searches your hand moves to her clit to give her that extra push, and she jolts. her eyes narrow as she locks eyes with you.

"More!" she moans as she rides you with greater intensity. you nod as you go further and further into pleasure with her. Her walls begin to tighten as she moves around you. The sound of her skin against yours and her angelic moans are music to your ears as you encourage her to cum with your body.

as she gets closer a thin layer of sweat builds on her body making her shine even brighter. you smile as she pulls you in for a kiss. her lips taste like the meal you just made for her. you smile as she breaks the kiss.

what sends you over the edge is when she says, "Is my house husband gonna cum with me." when she says that the both of your tumble into the pleasure spiral as she squirts all over your cock and you paint her guts white. you smile when it's all said and done, and say,

"you know what if everytime is gonna be like that then maybe I don't need the ring." Jiheon rolls her eyes before the two of you pass out on your couch.

[cherrycola27]

Man to Make Me Sweat

Pairing: Rooster x Reader (Call Sign: Moxie)

Warnings: Language, Smut, so much smut, porn with plot. Age Gap, Choking, Spanking, Orgasm Denial, Over stimulation, Authority Kink.

Shout out to @thedroneranger for beta reading and listening to my word vomit! This fic was inspired by the Leslie Powell song "Man to Make Me Sweat"

"Guys thank you so much for helping me plan this!" You sqeual at the people infront of you. Rooster's 35th birthday was coming up and you had planned a surprise party with the help of the Dagger Squad, Maverick and Penny, who had agreed to shut the Hard Deck down for the party.

"You know Rooster hates his birthday." Phoenix piped up. "Yes I know, but I'm hoping my little surprise for him will change that." You smirked.

While you were a fellow Navy pilot, you hadn't crossed paths much with the Daggers until you had met Phoenix at a Pole dancing class.

You two instantly hit it off, and she had invited you out to get drinks with them the next night, that's when you met Rooster, and the rest was history. While it was no secret that you and Phoenix took the class together, Rooster had never seen you dance for him, and tomorrow that was about to change.

Phoenix had helped you choreograph a lap dance to one of your favorite songs and you were going to surprise Rooster with it.

Sure it might be a little embarrassing for your coworkers to see your moves, but you wanted your boyfriend to feel extra special for his birthday. You joked that he was going to officially be an old man, to which he defend that there was only a five year age gap between the two of you.

"Well Moxie, if Rooster doesn't appreciate, I know I will" Hangman smirked at you, causing Phoenix to promptly smack him on the back of his head.

"Ow Nix, what the hell?" He grimaced.

"Comments like that are why you don't have a girlfriend and why I have to convince Rooster not to murder you almost everyday." Phoenix responded.

"Okay children enough fighting. Boys I need you guys to go get Rooster and bring him here in one hour. Phoenix and Bob and I are going to finish setting up. Payback since you are the most... responsible of the group, please text me when you are five minutes out." You state before everyone leaves.

An hour later you were hiding behind the stage curtain you had set up. Rooster had been pouting saying how it wasn't fair that his girl wasn't there for his party because you had to work late... boy was he in for a surprise.

Hangman and Coyote had managed to convince him to sit in the strategicly placed chair you had set out.

"And now ladies and gents, Rooster's of all ages, please put your hands together for a very special performance by our very own Moxie!" Phoenix said into the microphone to the group before the music started. You had chosen one of your favorite songs "Man to Make Me Sweat" to do your routine too.

You stepped out onto the stage wearing one of Rooster's Hawiian shirts, a pair of aviator sunglasses, a white crop top and some cut off shorts.

His eyes went wide at the sight of you while the rest of the room of testosterone filled pilots howled and wolf whistled. You noticed Bob over in to corner looking like we was ready to throw Holy Water on everyone.

The first verse started and you began your dance, swaying your body to the beat, flipping your hair and keeping eye contact with Rooster.

You trailed your hands up his thighs and jerked him forward by his dog tags.

When the first chorus began you roughly dropped onto his lap and ground your hips against him. You flipped your hair and pressed your breasts in his face.

You watched him lick his lips as you dropped to the floor for the second verse. Slowly you crawled up his body and guided his hands to touch you.

By the time the second chorus came around you were shamelessly grinding on his now very hard cock as he fondled you.

When the song ended you were both panting while everyone cheered.

Rooster pulled you close and whispered in your ear.

"I'm taking you home right now to show you just how much I can make you sweat Moxie.

Forty minutes later, Rooster was emerging from your thighs after giving you your third orgasm of the night

You can't help but smile. You love it when Rooster gets like this, needy, possessive, primal.

When you first got together everyone gave you shit for dating someone who was almost six years older than you. Several of your civilian friends teased you for having daddy issues or if servicing the elderly was part of your job in the Navy. You just rolled your eyes at their comments, many of them dated men their age or younger, they didn't know what they were missing out on.

No one had ever fucked you like Rooster did, and as your relationship progressed, you didn't hesitate to let your friends know that your "old man" kept you very satisfied while their "younger models" couldn't keep up.

You were finally coming down from you high, but you still weren't satisfied. You wanted to see how far you could push him. Rooster crawled up your body leaving sloppy wet kisses in his wake. His mustache scraped your sensitive skin causing you to tremble.

You felt the fat head of his cock pressing into your slick entrance, and with one fluid motion Rooster was buried in you to the hilt.

"Always so fucking tight for me Moxie. It's like you cunt was made for me." He groaned out before setting a steady rhythm. His fingers flexed against your hips as he drove into you. You could feel his blunt nails digging into your skin.

It always felt so good when he took you, but you wanted his birthday sex to be extra special. You knew he was desperate for you, to mark you, to claim you. Especially after your little show at the Hard Deck, so, you pushed.

"It's that all you've got Old Man?" You moaned out.

His hips stopped suddenly.

"Old Man?" He grunts out while he is still inside you.

You smirk back up at him as he pulls all the way out and slams back into you causing you to arch up.

"You say Old Man like its a bad thing... you think someone younger could fuck you like I do sweetheart? I doubt they could make you cum three times before they even got inside you" He tells you as he picks up the pace. A groan leaves your lips has he drags his cock over your g-spot, the head of it hitting it with each hard stroke.

"I don't know babe, Hangman talks a big game." You shoot back at him.

A low rumble leaves his chest as he pulls out and swiftly flips you over. He pushes your face down into the mattress and has your ass up the in air on display for him.

His large hand makes contact with it causing you to yelp from pleasure and pain.

Rooster fists your hair and and jerks your head up before whispering in your ear. "Moxie baby, I'm only going to tell you this once. Don't ever say his name while I've got you naked ever again. You want to see what this old man's got... I'll show you exactly what this 'old man' is made of, I'll have you so fucked out and cock drunk you won't be able to walk straight for a week darlin"

You knew you had him right where you wanted him, but you were feeling extra bratty so without thinking of the consequences you uttered "Well, what are you waiting for old man, prove it."

That set Rooster a blaze. He roughly palmed your ass before smacking it again. Without warning he plunged himself into you. His hips pistoned against yours quickly driving you to another peak.

"Oh fuck yes Rooster, just like that" you cried out as your hands fisted the sheets. You desperately tried to meet his thrusts but he held you firmly in place.

"Guess I should have known you were a brat with a call sign like Moxie." He grunted out. His fingers dug deeper into your sides as you clamped down on him. You were so close, your body hummed, and just as you were about to fall, he abruptly pulled out.

"Bradley no..." You whined as your chest heaved.

"You didn't really think I was going to let you get away with calling me an old man with out punishment did you sweetheart?" He purred in your ear as he rubbed himself between your folds.

"I'm sorry Rooster, I was just teasing you sir." You groaned, hoping it would cause him to give in, you knew he had an authority kink.

"Have you learned your lesson Moxie?" He asked.

"Yes Sir I promise I have." You stated shaking your head.

This seemed to please him because he pushed back into you. Starting slow and working back up.

You whined and squirmed beneath him. You were even more wound up than before. Each thrust of his hips sent a delicious pleasure through you.

You could feel the tightening in your belly and your toes curling. Rooster's breath was ragged as he pushed both of you to the finish. One of his hands left your hips and made its way to your hair, grabbing it and snapping your head up. You were at his mercy and you were totally okay with that.

"Yes Bradley, right there I'm so close." You moaned out. You could feel your finish, you were so close you could taste it and then... he stopped again.

"Fuck... please...Rooster... please." You groaned.

"If you want to cum baby girl, you're going to have to be more convincing. I don't think you've learned your lesson." He mocked you.

"I promise I have, I'm sorry, I'll be a good girl Bradley, please, please, please let me cum" you babbled. You feel the hot prick of tears in your eyes. He was still deep inside you. You flexed around him causing him to hiss.

That earn you another spank. "Such a fucking needy brat." He said dropping his hand from your hair and curling it around your throat. He pulled you flush against him.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" He whispered in your ear before sinking his teeth into your lobe.

"Only for you sir. I promise I'll be your good girl. Please let me cum." You pleaded with him as tears began to slide down your face.

That seemed to make him have mercy on you. Rooster once again began thrusting into you. This time he didn't hold back, this thrust were hard and demanding. The head of his cock kissed your cervix with each one.

His hand dropped from your throat and went to your clit were he drew tight circles on it. You were so, so close after being wound up and let down twice.

"Rooster please, I'm so close... please... don't stop" you begged.

"I can feel how close you are... I know how bad you need to cum. Just say the magic word darling and I will give you what you want." He cooed to you.

Your bratty side had gone to his head and now he was on a power trip. You knew what he wanted, and he knew you were desperate but you still refused to give it.

"Please sir, let me be your good girl and cum for you. Let me cum all over your cock." You moaned.

"While that sounds amazing honey, those aren't the words I'm looking for." He shot back.

"Rooster—please!" You shouted as he gave a particularly hard thrust.

He laughed.

"Say it. Come on princess I know you're dying to cum. You're the one who keeps torturing yourself. Quit. Being. So. Fucking. Stubborn. And. Say. It." He punctuated each word with a hard snap of his hips.

You let out a pathetic whimper as the small trickle of tears turned into a stream.

"DADDY PLEASE!" You screamed throwing your head back. You couldn't take it anymore.

"That's right. That's my girl." He praised you.

Rooster picked up his efforts, pounding into you erratically while his finger worked your clit.

"Oh fuck Daddy I'm so close please don't stop." You begged him, you knew if he did stop you wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Daddy isn't going to stop until you cum all over him Princess. Come in baby I know how bad you need to. Be a good girl and cum for Daddy." He moaned in your ear.

Your chest was heaving and your heart was racing, you felt overwhelmed everything was too much and not enough at the same time. Your body was wound tight. A rubber band waiting to snap. Rooster continued his assault, pushing you further and futher toward your pleasure. His hand on your hip came across your chest and pulled you impossibly closer to him.

His lips found your ear as he panted out "Cum for me." It wasn't a statement, it was a demand, and it was all you needed to finish.

Your body shook as pleasure coursed through you, covering his cock, your thighs, his thighs, and the sheets.

"YesyesyesohyesDaddy" you babbled out as your body trembled against him.

Rooster followed closely behind you, filling you to the brim and spilling out, his release mixing with your own.

You both collapsed against the bed, thoroughly spent. It took you both several minutes to regain your composure.

You turned over in his arms to face him.

"How was that for an Old Man?" He joked. "S'good" you slurred, your body still coming down from the high.

"Happy Birthday." You murmured snuggling close to him.

"Thank you baby. How about we get a nice hot bath and get cleaned up and then change the sheets before bed? We made a mess." He said before pressing a kiss to your hair line.

"Sounds good Roo." You mumbled into his chest as he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom.

He drew a hot bath and gently set you in before climbing in behind you. You relaxed against his chest.

"Roos, you may be an old man, but I'm glad your mine." You sighed against him.

"I'm glad I'm your old man to baby." He grinned before relaxing further into the hot water.

Tag List: @dreamingathighaltitude @shanimallina87 @luckyladycreator2 @mak-32 @katieshook02 @samhapner6 @rosiahills22 @thedroneranger @roosterforme

Likes are great but I appreciate reblogs and comment too!

Also would we like to see more or Moxie... let me know!

[gorgeousgreymatter-x]

An excerpt from my unfortunately likely very belated birthday fic for @wynnyfryd my beloved:

It’s not like there’s a definitive set of tracks that Eddie’s on the wrong side of, but there’s something about being in Loch Nora, driving through the suburbs of these rich-y rich neighborhoods that made his skin crawl. Like he’s wearing a huge neon red sign that says I’m not supposed to be here. But there are a few things he’ll venture out to Doucheville for.

The main one being money.

Okay — the only one being money. But who was he to turn down practically double his normal rates simply because Heather Holloway was too prissy to meet in the woods? Whatever, for that much extra cash he’d throw in home delivery just this once.

Of course, because nothing in Eddie’s life is fair or easy, it backfires. Not in the lack of payday kind of way, he thinks, patting the thick roll of cash newly stuffed into his back pocket. That part had gone just fine. Heather had played her part of the stuck up cheerleader and Eddie the scummy drug dealer and yada yada everybody went home happy.

It backfires more in the almost crashed his van into a tree and died simply because he’s a horny idiot kind of way.

Because the universe apparently decided that Eddie, who’d literally promised himself that he was no longer going to be an obsessed freakazoid over Steve goddamn Harrington, must be tested, must truly suffer. Why else would right now be the exact moment in time he drives past the guy while he's clearly on a run and sporting a pair of nearly indecent length running shorts coupled with a — jesus h. christ — a Hawkins High Marching Band t-shirt cut into a crop top revealing a gloriously thick treasure trail. And muscles. So many muscles.

The universe clearly wanted Eddie to die.

And now Eddie has to sit here, rubbing awkwardly at the bruise he definitely feels blooming on his forehead from the unfortunate whack it’s taken against his steering wheel. Because, as mentioned — idiot. He has to sit here while Steve fucking Harrington peers into his open window with this unfathomably sweet look of concern on his stupid angelic face that makes Eddie, for a moment, kinda wish he was dead. Especially because his brain decides, “There was a squirrel!” is the best thing to blurt out when Steve asks if he’s okay. The hasty, “I mean, I’m fine,” Eddie adds after definitely helps sell it a lot. He can tell by the way Steve’s brow is all furrowed in a stupidly cute stupid way.

“I dunno, man,” Steve says (and Eddie definitely does not stare as he watches a single bead of sweat drip down the slope of Steve’s throat, over those pair of freckles Eddie absolutely hasn't thought about sinking his teeth into), "I kind of have a lot of experience with head injuries and that looked like it hurt. Are you sure –"

"Why do you care?"

Steve's worried expression crumples into something steely that just makes Eddie feel like even more of a dick than he knows he's already being. "I just know how shitty concussions can be, sorry for worrying about you, I guess --"

Fuck. Eddie sighs. It would be so much easier if Steve was the jerk Eddie'd always thought he was instead of what he's really turning out to be, which is such a fucking sweetheart that Eddie can't help but want to do a lot of really, really not sweet things to him. "Shit, no -- I'm being an asshole. Maybe chalk it up to that possible head trauma you're worried about?"

Steve is quiet for a moment, but then that look of cool detachment disappears, and he smiles, all gleaming white teeth, and it feels like watching the fucking sun splitting through storm clouds or some shit. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Eddie blinks and sees that Harrington's got his middle finger up, flipping him the bird with such a smug little smirk on that pretty face that Eddie can't help it. He laughs. "Cute."

"You really think so?" Maybe it's the heat. That's gotta be it, Eddie thinks, watching how Steve's cheeks flush, watches as it spreads down past his throat, past those tufts of chest hair poking up teasingly past the stretched out collar of his borrowed t shirt.

The t-shirt Steve had so clearly borrowed from Robin. Robin, who was supposedly Harrington's girlfriend. The image of Robin from earlier in the cafeteria that day wearing Steve’s letterman jacket flashes across his mind and he has to bite him own tongue to stop himself from wincing.

Eddie's gonna throw up. Maybe he does have a concussion after all.

[bangrychannie]

Stray Kids Fic Recs

Hello! Recently I have become a stray kids fan and have fallen into a rabbit hole of fanfiction. Various pairings bc I don't care what the pair is just that it's stray kids related lmao. Added a line break bc there's a lot. Also feel free to rec me skz fics please bc I'm always reading

the book of us; electricity: (Seungjin | 10/10 | 84,966 | teen and up)

HJ @hyunfortunately 5h ;-; i was at the store and this song was playing over the speakers and i tried to remember some lyrics so i could search it up later but i can’t find it this is TRAGIC HJ @hyunfortunately 5h it was in korean and it’s kind of got rock-pop-balladish vibes and the first line of it was “neoneun neo neoneun na” if anyone knows it PLEASE tell me Seungmin doesn’t like to interact with other people on Twitter, but the questions seems almost aimed to him. He hits reply and types, “Try Hi Hello by Day6.” [Seungmin falls for Hyunjin from 2000 miles away. He expected that it would be inconvenient. He didn't expect quite how much Hyunjin would change his life.]

Genuinely one of the best fics I've ever read. It reads like a love letter to high school in the best way possible.

so this is what love is by dwaekinz: (Seungjin | 4/4 | 43,743 | teen and up)

seungmong_22 Hi, Hyunjin! My name is Seungmin. I'm Felix's friend, I hope he's mentioned me before…? Ha. We met online two years ago. I know it's unexpected But I kind of need your help hyuntothejin Me??? After 2 years of online friendship, Seungmin has finally found the time and saved up enough money to visit Felix for his birthday. In order for the surprise to work, he recruits the help of Felix's brother, Hyunjin, and together they spend the next three months forging a plan as well as a friendship of their own— or maybe something more.

So cute and fluffy no notes

Endgame by Raesan (Minsung | 9/9 | 150,840 | Explicit)

Jisung didn’t mean to procrastinate, but he didn’t think that all the clubs would be full in just a week. He sighed, seeing that only one club still had availability. Too bad he didn’t know shit about chess. Or what happens when Jisung, captain of the college soccer team, meets Minho, the number 2 ranked chess player in the country.

This fic is genuinely SO GOOD lol I think about it every day

reply hazy, try again by mrehk (BinChan | 1/1 | 14,951 | Explicit)

Changbin’s calculus tutor is Bang Chan. Smile wide, eyes shining, curly hair wild around his head. He’s got his backpack slung over one arm, those fuck ass chino shorts with a five inch inseam that make Changbin’s mouth water— and, goddamn, he’s wearing a fucking cropped t-shirt. Jisung and Seungmin are going to string Changbin up and have their way with public humiliation when they hear about this. (OR: solving for the derivative of l+o+v+e)

Funny and cute, I love idiots in love and that's what this is

Also mrehk is a fantastic writer so if you like this fic there's way more where that came from

i will protect you (gothic font) by mrehk (Minsung | 1/1 | 16,661 | Explicit)

Seungmin ignores him, smacking the folder onto the desk, flipping it open without looking, sliding it across the surface towards Minho. “It doesn’t matter. This was in the lease. You signed, right—” he taps the bottom corner, Minho’s initials perfectly legible. “Here.” “Excuse me?” Minho leans forward. “Paragraph nineteen subsection C,” Seungmin says, not even looking down as he recites the document word for word. “Lease is not voidable in the case of suspected paranormal activity.” He pounds his finger on the period. Minho laughs. A short, barked thing, completely disbelieving. “You’re kidding me.” “I’m really not,” Seungmin’s face pinches up into the sort of fake, squinted smile someone gives when they’re being an asshole. No remorse. (OR: Minho has ghosts, Jisung hunts ghosts)

Another funny one by mrehk my beloved

one day to fall in love (countless ones to love you) by whatifidbeenthatauthor (Minsung | 1/1 | 22,018 | Mature)

Minho stopped in his tracks. He turned to face Han Jisung. He looked unbothered, still going on about his way. “You didn’t say Hi,” Minho said, forcing the voice to come out of his throat. “You always say hi, hyung.” Jisung turned to look at him, a smile playing on his lips. He looked amused. Minho’s mind wasn’t keeping up. “Today’s different, I guess,” Jisung shrugged. “I went with a variation.” Minho would have found him insufferable, but he didn’t have the mental capacity to process the frustrating sensation that usually accompanied Jisung’s presence. Minho blurted out something that might have him sent to a madhouse. “No. I’ve lived today six times. You- you always say hi, hyung.” He felt crazy. More than usual. Jisung laughed. “What the fuck,” he said, and Minho knew he sounded insane, but could this kid please not be so arrogant? “Me, too. I thought I was the only one,” he continued, and he changed Minho’s life. *** Minho's life is boring, predictable, borderline uneventful. Until he gets stuck in a time loop. And, with him, his friends' friend, Han Jisung, a crazy dude who's only into skating. And whom Minho doesn't necessarily like.

I love time loop/time travel fics if anyone wants a list of specifically those lmk lmao

(never) have your fill of me by lolainslackss (Minsung | 3/3 | 36,028 | Explicit)

“How often can he possibly be having sex that it’s disturbing you this much?” Hyunjin asks, disbelieving. “He has sex, like, every day. And then again at night, sometimes.” Jisung makes a noise of distress. He drags his hands down his face before balling them into fists beneath his chin. “It’s just . . . so distracting, Hyunjin.” “Distracting,” Hyunjin repeats, giving Jisung a meaningful smirk. “Oh, I bet it is.” “Aw,” Jisung whines. “Why’d you have to say it like that?” “Like what?” “Like you think I wish I were the one he were fucking, instead.” “Because you do, don’t you, or are we pretending we both don’t know that?” Hyunjin’s gaze flits over to Minho before it swiftly cuts back to Jisung, all-knowing. “You’d let him do anything to you. Am I wrong?” - In which PhD student Han Jisung unleashes a succubus from a magical book, winds up living with him, and then forms a sex pact with him.

I also have a lot of demon fic recs so lmk

36 Questions That May Lead to Love by bluecalicocat (Minsung | 1/1 | 17,282 | Teen and Up)

generic username @realhanjisung yo my friend wants to be a therapist, can someone pls fake date me so he can practice counseling couples? i have 3 cats @leeknow deal

This fic is so funny

Searching for My Heart in Yours by lk321 (minsung | 5/5 | 36,995 | General)

When Jisung moves to Miroh, a town in the middle of nowhere, all he’s looking for is some peace and quiet. Instead, what he finds is a prickly witch for a neighbor by the name of Minho, who accidentally spills a potion on Jisung and forms a psychic bond between them, opening Jisung to whole new world of magic. As Minho tries to find a cure for their predicament, Jisung finds himself pulled into Minho's lively and magical life. It's not the peace and quiet Jisung was looking for, but as Jisung gets to know the witch through the emotions they're forced to share, Jisung realizes that the answers he’s searching for in life might just lie here in Miroh, in places he least expects.

Feels like a warm hug

the long game by floraii (HyunSung | 1/1 | 16,045 | Teen and Up)

“Anyway,” he continues, voice still sultry, “I’ve been seeing you in class, and I was just wondering—” he moves his hand to curl around a strand of his hair. “Could I get your number?” Han Jisung’s big brown eyes blink again. His gaze darts to his lips, then to his notebook, then up to his eyes. “To study?” “Yeah,” Hyunjin blurts without thinking. What the fuck? Study? What is happening? Why is he agreeing?

Hyunjin has a type. It’s not usually shy boys in his Intro to Statistics class with big round eyes and glasses, but Han Jisung is different.

This fic was so funny I was actually laughing out loud

I have plenty more where that came from! So there will be more recs soon

[avkizi]

doing this ask game bc i feel like YAPPIN

link for the og questions 🔗

answering this as aki (bnha drself), but lmk if you want me to answer as any of my other drs (ex: pjo, hoo, cod, h2o, marauders, etc.) !!

in what reality do you live? bnha/mha !!

what is your name? akitsu takami

what are your nicknames, if you have any? i go by aki usually, i have been called birdbrain by some people (aka kei)

how old are you? i'm fifteen in two days !!

how tall are you? 152cm (5'0)

what is your skin color? kinda tan, but i have a picture of myself in my dr intro !!

you body type? hourglass, a little on the curvier side, kei makes me go to the gym with him and miruko so i have some muscle tone lmao

your sign/birthday? gemini, june 4

how do you describe yourself and your personality? i'm definitley on the extroverted side, pretty friendly, i'd like to say i'm funny, and i really like stuff like vlogging & social media and photography.

do you have living parents/siblings? both my parents and my older brother are alive, but my parents aren't in the picture (ones in prison and the other one fucking basically sold us lmaoooo)

your gender/pronouns? girl, she/her

what is the color of your eyes? gold

how do your hair looks like, is it long or short? kind of mid length (a little longer than my collarbone) and wavy at the bottom (anything longer gets in the way of my wings/flying)

do you have any scars/unique visual traits? aside from quirk related stuff, i have burn scarring on my left shoulder/upper arm and on the back/side of my left thigh, and a smaller scar on my nose bridge

do you have tattoos or piercings? i have your basic lobe and upper lobe piercings, but no tattoos yet

signature scent? anything fruit or tropical related tbh, but you will never catch me w/o perfume i refuse to smell like shit

do you have any powers/species abilities? i have a mutation based owl quirk, so i have cool shit like functional wings, enhanced senses and vocal cords, and talons

where do you live, how does it looks like? i live in the UA dorms right now, but when i'm not in school i live in my brother's apartment/penthouse/condo/whatever it's called (visuals here)!!

is there other people living with you right now? yes, when i'm in school it's my whole class, but outside of school i just live with my brother (we dont have to share rooms or bathrooms in either situation tho thank the lord)

what do you do for a living? i'm a student in UA's hero course, in class A, but i don't work or anything like that

is there magic in your reality? there are quirks with magic themed elements, but quirks themselves are pretty scientifically based

how much money do you have? a lot (pro hero sibling has it's benefits fr) so i'm lowkey set

who are your friends/best friends i'm pretty good at socializing so i get along/am friends with most people, but my closest friends are def uraraka, ashido, tsu, hagakure, jirou, kirishima, shouji, todoroki, and midoriya

are you older or younger than them? i'm the second youngest person in my class, but we're all around the same age range (two years age gap maximum)

Do you have a crush on someone? ive kinda been eyeing todoroki but we'll see when we get there yk

How did you meet everyone for the first time? i'm going to meet everyone through either the entrance exams or on the first day of school

What are your hobbies? already mentioned a lil, but i like fashion/shopping, crocheting, social media, roller skaing, photography, and marine bio

What do you like to talk about with friends? girl EVERYTHING

What is your favorite food and drink? i love love love boba (mango passionfruit tea or iced strawberry matcha latte ON TOP), and my fav food is probably mango or lychee or a really good pork gyoza

Your favorite color? pink 100%

Your clothing style? my aesthetic switches up sm but i tend to gravitate towards trendier stuff like clothes from brandy melville or stuff like cargo pants, lace or cropped camis, etc.

Your favorite place to spend time? my room or the mall

Favorite sport, if you have one? volleyball 100% love that shit

Favorite weather? ooooooh ok for going out or flying etc i like clear sky, 60-70 farenheight, but for staying inside i love thunderstorms so so much aughhh

Favorite time of the day? dusk/nighttime

Favorite season? summer bc it's warm but winter is rlly nice too

Your biggest fear? everyone leaving me and i start back at square one in my old house with nothing left

What makes you very angry? unempathetic or selfish people/people who use their privlege to harm others knowingly

What makes you very happy? my friends

Do you have any pet? technically no, but i'm friends with the pigeons etc around the city and feed them. (i want a cat one day tho)

Do you consider yourself a good fighter? yes, unless theres water involved (hate that shit it makes my wings heavy)

Is there any people you dont like? off the top of my head, mineta, stain, and endeavor piss me off quite a bit

Do you have a favorite song that describes yourself, or just a favorite song in general? i love mitski, laufey, and chapell roan, but olivia rodrigo, conan gray, and taylor swift (i don't agree w some of her actions but she makes bangers). renee rapp's stuff is pretty good too ngl (my music taste is just basic asf unfortunatley)

Can you play any instrument or dance? i'm pretty good at dancing and i can pick up most stuff pretty fast, i'm a good singer and i'm learning electric guitar from jirou rn

Do you like to take risks and make new friends, or you are more reserved? i'm generally good at socializing so i make friends fairly easily, but i sometimes takes me a bit to open up fully to people

What do you do when you get very bored? crochet or cook something random while blasting music and doing karaoke in the kitchen

Are you a great leader? i work really well on teams but i tend not to gravitate towards leadership roles tbh

How is your daily routine? wake up, skincare/hygeine, breakfast, morning fly/go to school, school, go home, do hw/chill until dinner unless kei gets home early, either make dinner for myself or get food somehow, more chill/hw time, shower, skincare, chill, sleep/bed

Your favorite smell? this feather wax/moisturizer that i use its like shea butter and it smells so so nice i would eat it if i could

A big secret you have/know? my and kei's life before he became a hero, etc.

[chou-de-chambers]

Change of Heart

Content rating: Explicit (NSFW) Tags: Yoru x Reader, Yoru x You, fem!reader, reader is a Valorant agent, ex-lovers, slight angst, alcohol consumption, mention of smoking, smut with feelings, unprotected sex (consensual), happy ending, no beta we die like cinematic Cypher Next entry for Kinktober 2022! This one is a gift for my friend slash Valorant duo (best duelist in APAC for me btw) who simps for hair-down Yoru ♡ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Colorful lights seeped through the thin gaps of the cabinet's door, painting beams on both you and Yoru's tense bodies. It was already late at night; everyone in the party was tipsy from drinking beer (outside of Brimstone's knowledge) and celebrating Phoenix's birthday. Lofi beats hummed through the speakers of the basement garage, enough to set the ambience without bothering the older agents upstairs from their slumber or whatever work they were still busy with. Everyone felt brave enough to dare each other to a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, its players decided through a round of Spin the Bottle. However, you knew yours was rigged, judging from the subtle puff of air you had observed from Jett's fingers as the bottle pointed over Yoru then you.

As much as you loved your best friend, you couldn't help but feel betrayed by how she intentionally partnered you with your ex out of all the people in the room. Jett knew you were trying your best to move on from your recent breakup, your constant worrying and Yoru's stubborn behavior not blending well, yet she still challenged your will by subjecting your bodies this close to each other. You sighed out of nervousness as you and Yoru waited for any signs of life outside, like they're intentionally giving you more than seven minutes of torture inside the dingy garage cabinet. Not like any of them knew history between the two of you- only Neon and Jett had knowledge about your secret of having dated the riftwalker.

There wasn't enough room for personal space. Your hands were pressed onto Yoru's chest, clad in a black leather jacket, its decorative spikes digging into your palms. His hands were pinned on your sides, enclosing you in him. You could feel the heat from both your breaths gathering, causing both of you to sweat profusely. Yoru gulped as your hands slightly moved, him getting threatened by the idea of you noticing his heartbeat pacing.

"Sorry," you whispered, "I just wish we had more room."

"Yeah," Yoru mumbled back, wanting to scratch the back of his neck.

"What's taking them so long, though?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "No idea."

Then silence. Your head remained shifted away as you tried to pick up any activity outside. But in truth, you're just trying to avoid meeting Yoru's gaze. You could feel how his eyes were glued onto you ever since you entered the room. In Yoru's defense, he was longing to take another chance on you. Longing for you. He knew it was his fault your relationship ended, what with him constantly putting you on the edge for every dumb thing he did and refusing to introduce you to his vulnerability. He didn't even want to come to this party until Phoenix begged, just to avoid bumping into you. To avoid the guilt from hurting you. To avoid the pitting hole from not having you.

His efforts to catch your attention though were easy to tell, starting from the way he dressed tonight. Yoru donned your favorite apparel for him, the leather jacket he used to wrap around you during evening bike rides. His hair was even fluffed down, knowing full well that you preferred him that way compared to his usual spiky hairdo. He even wore the necklace with the little hamster pendant you crafted in clay for him. Everything about the way he presented himself tonight screamed for you.

"Uh," Yoru cleared his throat in an attempt to fill the void, "You look cute."

Well that's awkward. "Um. Thanks," you muttered as you eyed the graphic crop top and dark denim shorts you're wearing. You changed the topic though, "I swear they're just messing with us at this point. I'm coming out-"

"Don't," Yoru huffed as he pushed his body even closer to you, "Stay here. With me."

You gulped as his face inched closer until your foreheads were touching. Your fists balled in an attempt to force him away, but he remained as sturdy as a tree. The only thing you managed to do was turn your head to the side, avoiding the possibility of your lips meeting each other. You knew it was bound to happen, Yoru appearing to be more confident given the compromised situation. You didn't sign up for this shit, regret flooding your thoughts from attending this stupid party. How is this gonna help you in any way? You swore Jett was out of her mind. And you made sure she'll pay for this.

You toughened up, your face still away from his, "I don't see the point in staying here with you any longer."

"You hate me that much?" he snickered, playing the role of a tough guy.

"I guess you could say that."

"Give me another chance."

Your eyes narrowed, now crossing with his, "What are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I mean."

"Ugh," you groaned in spite, "Your audacity, I swear. You haven't even apologized yet."

Your tone and volume amped higher, high enough for anyone outside to hear. Yoru didn't mean to start a fight from how he had trouble expressing himself. So he followed your advice, "I'm sorry, then."

"See?" you rolled your eyes in disbelief, completely dodging his attempt, "Like always. You had to wait for me to say it before you mean it."

"I'm shitty with social cues," he muttered with a crack in his voice, "You knew I had always been by myself until you came. You were my first."

"Doesn't excuse you from not listening."

"Please just-"

"Enough, Ryo," you answered firmly, the mention of his actual name hinting you're upset, "You're not helping me."

"Sorry." Yoru's sight fled down in shame. He took a few seconds to arrange his thoughts, giving you a moment for yourself, before pouring his feelings out, "But I'm serious: I really want to try again." His right hand fled to hold yours, squeezing it to where the beating of his heart was. Your ears perked from the emphasis in his tone. The riftwalker's voice was soft and enticing, "Just tell me what to do. I'll make it up to you."

Another cricket of silence. This time though, both of you were staring at each other, Yoru taking in this precious moment of being alone with you while you weighed how sincere he sounded. Before you had the chance to respond, the cabinet door swung open, putting you into flight mode and abruptly taking your hands off of him. Yoru did the same. Everyone cheered and teased from how both your faces were as red as a tomato, most of the girls giggling, including Jett who plastered a smirk while eyeing you. Engulfed by embarassment, you shot your best friend an irritated look and walked away.

"Ooh," everyone reacted, pressuring the left alone Yoru as he stepped out of the cabinet. Phoenix nudged him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, the smell of liquor radiating from his slurry speech, "So how'd it go, fam?"

"Screw you to shards, idiot," Yoru spat back, sinking on the couch as he reached for his bottle and swiftly downed what's left of his beer.

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Yoru's heel dug onto the spent cigarette butt, distinguishing its flame. He took a few seconds to stare into the starry night sky before coming back inside, hands inside the pockets of his jacket. He knew how much you liked the stars, so he often snuck you out of HQ to a special spot beyond the city with his motorcycle. The way your eyes glimmered were brighter than the twinkling of the stars. He couldn't get the grin out of his face from how your fingers pointed to the sky, pretending to touch each speck. And most of all, your wholehearted laughter that echoed throughout the woods. He tried. Maybe he's just not cut out for you. Maybe he's that unbearable to handle. Like a teenage son, he remembered you call him before you told him it's over. A disappointed sigh escaped his lips as he reminisced the little time he spent with you earlier. Defeated, his foot kicked the dust off the concrete floor.

To his surprise though, he found you outside his apartment door, wearing nothing but his oversized shirt you forgot to return. Your arms were hugging yourself, face flushed as you averted your gaze away from him. For a moment, he froze, itching to rub his eyes just to check if he was already wasted somewhere in HQ and dreaming, but the rapid beating of his heart confirmed that this right here is reality. Without warning, you were dragged inside his room as his lips crashed yours, your body pinned onto the other side of his locked door. His hands were quick to grab onto your ass, sliding down to your thighs, lifting you up so he could walk both of you to his dim bedroom. Yoru didn't stop wallowing in the passion of your kissing as he tossed both of you on the matress, sheets rustling from your hands hungrily exploring each other. Your tongues danced, tasting the same beer both of you had from earlier's party. Yoru was the first to pull away, peering over the silhouette the moonlight could draw from your pretty face.

"Are you drunk?"

You shook your head to deny it, your hands pulling his face onto yours. He gently brushed them off, "I still need an answer, you know."

You were too shy to admit it- even to yourself- that you still like him. That you still looked out for him despite promising yourself not to. You weren't drunk, but the beer somehow helped you become more honest with yourself. All you did was stare at his lips with your lidded eyes. He noticed, giving you a soft peck to satisfy your need, asking again, "Is this you giving me a second chance?"

You nodded. He gently smiled, something he rarely did, "Kawaii sugiru," and kissed you fiercely this time. This turn of events made it seem like a miracle. Yoru thought about finally thanking the gods for this. No questions asked; he'd grab this opportunity freely handed to him.

His lips remained on yours as he shook his jacket off of him, throwing it on the edge of his bed. You could feel his rough hands sliding up your body, his wrists lifting up your shirt to your chest, revealing your waist down. You bit your lip from how he grinded his bulge onto you, the friction from his denim pants rubbing between your legs. He whispered onto your ear, "Stop pretending like it's our first time doing this. You know you can let it out. Our rooms are soundproof, baka, " then his lips traced down the area underneath your jaw, one of your most sensitive spots, rewarding him with moans from you. His grinding onto your core sharpened, driving you crazier than you already are.

"Oh, Ryo-" you breathed out, gripping onto the back of his shirt.

"Fuck," he groaned through the curve of your neck before kneeling up. His beady eyes admired the tangled mess you became, his hands doing quick work on taking off his clothes. Yoru let out an exhale from the way your hands traced each one of his scars that adorned his torso- scars he earned from Shibuya gang fights in the past and some that developed from his riftwalking. He noticed the worry on your face once again, an expression he wouldn't want to gain at this kind of occasion, and attempted to distract you by pulling down your panties. He cursed in Japanese, thrilled from the sight of your wet sex and the image of his hard cock diving into it.

"And here I thought you weren't happy to see me," he smugly commented as the tips of his fingers grazed onto your wet folds.

You covered your face in embarassment with his pillow as you whined, "Ryo, stop..."

He chuckled, obviously winning from how you fed his ego with your reaction. The pillow on your face got quickly discarded and thrown on the floor. His other hand grasped your chin, averting your face towards his conquering figure and gifting you with a passionate kiss again. He loves the feeling of your soft lips on his. It's one thing he missed the most from you. You felt a calloused finger enter your craving hole, making you beg for a pause to moan. Yoru denied your plea by shoving his tongue into your open mouth and adding another finger pumping inside you. You whimpered from each thrust he did, your walls getting more slippery. Release felt so close. "Ryo, I'm close-"

Then Yoru pulled out, momentarily licking the sweetness of your juices on his fingers, then lifted you onto his lap. He smirked from seeing your brows knit together.

"You're cruel," you pouted as you squeezed on his bare shoulders. His hand held onto yours, guiding it towards his erection. Your fingertip caressed its head, feeling the warmth of his precum, drawing out a lustful gasp from him. Yoru's wish was clear and you complied by wrapping your hand around his thick shaft, stroking it up and down. He pulled you in for a hot kiss as you gradually paced your hand's movement. The low groans that vibrated from his throat were satisfying for you to hear, like he's under your mercy. This was enough to make it even.

When his lips parted from yours, his hands held your cheeks, and the tender look from his eyes relayed a familiar message: Yoru was begging you to go down on him. You kissed the corner of his mouth before descending onto his twitching cock, peppering it with kisses before flicking your tongue over the wetness of its head like a treat. He hissed at the pleasure, his hand gripping onto your loose locks. Slowly, you took his entirety in your mouth until its tip reached the back of your throat. You felt his hold on your hair tighten, urging you to move. You did so by bobbing your head up and down until it was Yoru controlling you. Your tongue ran underneath his shaft with every movement of your head, leaving him euphoric to the point that his hips began rocking. Yoru's head snapped back from the overwhelming bliss as he cried curses in his native language, and the sight of him all sweaty and lewd like this motivated you to pleasure him even more. He'd often act tough outside, but you've always wished that he'd share his weaknesseses to you.

You felt your hair being pulled. You willingly obliged, releasing his cock from your mouth then gently pushing him to lay down on the bed. You knew Yoru loves it when you're on top, so you straddled his hips and slowly sank onto his girth, eyes focused on his. Both of you missed this feeling of being connected to each other as you moaned in unison. His hands met yours, fingers intertwined before pulling you closer to him. While you were still relishing on the feeling of him inside you, he whispered in a husky voice, "Go on, move. Show me you deserve to feel good."

His sudden retrieval of power from you turned you on, coaxing you to rock your hips, eliciting deep grunts from him. Yoru's hands fled to your hips, sliding down to your ass, squeezing it as you lowered yourself again on him. His eyes lingered on yours, his senses swallowing every bit of you- from your beautiful body to your melodious moans and fragrant scent of sex that blessed his territory with your presence once again. Everything was at its place. You were with him, and he's glad that he was right where he belonged: by your side. Yoru did his best to intensify your pleasure by fondling your breast with one hand and thumbing your clit with his other hand. You swore your mind was going blank from the way his hands occupied you, especially with him rubbing your core. It kind of made your movement sloppy. A deep chuckle escaped Yoru's lips as he adored your heated expression devoid of any thoughts except for your lovemaking. This urged him to seize your hips and move his instead. The yelp you let out was sultry, and it further motivated him to thrust harder.

Your back arched and your fingers clawed onto the bed sheet, "Ryo, please harder, I'm almost there."

"Me too," he mouthed breathlessly, his thrusts going faster and harder. His release was triggered by the way your walls clenched onto his dick, his warm cum pouring into you as you climaxed along with him. Yoru's hips continued thrusting onto yours, ensuring that every bit of his semen was inside you as a way of marking you as his. He sighed in relief as you pulled yourself away of him, a sight of his seed dripping from your swollen hole. You smiled at him before laying on his chest, his arms enclosing you into a loving embrace.

"So we're back together, yeah?"

You huffed in playful annoyance, "Of course, dummy."

"Just making sure," he said, brushing your hair then planting a kiss on your temples, " Suki desu."

"Love you too, Ryo."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─ ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─ ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

[dema-heart]

Dance class

Hobie x goofy reader

Pole dancing

Slightly teasing from reader

Lightly edited sorry if it flows weird I was adding over months now lol

I did a private pole dancing class for my friends and me for my birthday back in August and had been sitting on this since then 😮‍💨 I just couldn't wrap it up so I kept putting it aside.

Anyways it was a lot of fun and definitely a work out!I'm thinking about going back for classes when I get a more normal work schedule. 10/10 would recommend as long as you're ready to be sore the next day that is 🤣.

Hobie stepped through your window to the sound of music playing. He came to a hault watching you walk in a seductive circle next to the arm of the couch before dropping with a little bounce using the couch arm as leverage.

"Well, now what do we 'ave here?" He gave a low whistle as his eye raked your form. You were in a crop top and shorts looking a little out of breath.

"Hobie!" You smiled, getting up only to proceed to jump on the man, knowing he could catch you. "Hey!" You said, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his torso.

"Hey to you too, didn't except such a warm welcome... maybe i should go away for long times more often," he chuckles, his hands rested under your thighs to keep you steady.

He had a habit of coming and going as he pleased that you didn't mind. He reminded you of the stray cat you used to feed when you were younger. As long as he responded to your messages every so often or stopped in, you'd always welcome him. You guys had been in an unlabeled, sorta relationship. You didn't feel the need to pressure him into anything and vice versa. As long as you both were comfortable that's all you cared about.

"Like you don't already," you teased, rolling your eyes before placing a small peck on his lips and jumping down.

"Hm" He hummed shaking his head as he watched you started the music over, getting back into what he assumed was your starting position.

"So what's this about, then?" He took a seat on the ground,placing his guitar against the wall.

"Ah right! Remember how I told you iI wanted to start taking some sorta dance class?" You paused your music talking to him as you stretched. Bending over to reach as far as you could toward your toes, you looked up at him, seeing him nod.

"I decided to take pole dancing classes! They've been really fun! Everyone's super sweet and supportive, and I've never been in a space so body positive before! They accept female and male students at the classes too its really...Hobie? Love? Are you listening?" You stood up looking down at hobie, who seemed to be in a daze.

His mind was racing, the idea of you pole dancing, setting his thoughts...ablaze. The idea had never crossed his mind before. When you said you were thinking of taking a dance class he'd assumed it'd be something like zumba, maybe ballet , even a hip hop class but pole dancing...his eyes focused on your body starting from you thighs up. You were closer than before snapping to get his attention.

As his eyes made contact with your worried face, he Shaking his head to bring himself back to you. He hoped you wouldn't notice the heat burning his cheeks or the way he couldnt quite meet your eyes...and maybe anyone else might not have noticed. However, you always did pick up on these things.

Your hand came to rest on his forehead, checking if he had a temperature before cupping his cheeks and titling his head side to side gently, checking for any signs of injury.

"Are you okay, darling...I didn't even check on you like I normally do when you come back. I didn't see any visible damage so I just assumed..." You voice was sweet and so full of worry as you looked him over only making the heat and his embarrassment worsen as he realized he'd been caught.

"No uh I'm fine luv really just had a moment that's all" his hands came to rest on yours pulling them from his cheeks. His eyes couldn't meet yours as he tried to calm himself down. You looked him over, gaze calculating as you tried to figure out what's wrong or could have happened.

You didn't remember seeing anything major for spiderpunk recently and the sudden change was only after you told him...

oh so that's what it is. You smiled. A mischievous look in your eyes.

"Hobie~ don't tell me you're all flustered because I told you I took up pole dancing~" you teased. You felt his fingers twitch against yours as he still refused to look at you.

"Look at me,love" you laced your fingers with his giving them a squeeze. He gave an embarrassed chuckle before looking into your amused eyes.

"You're getting a kick out this ain't ya" He huffed, feigning annoyance, the sheepish grin on his face giving away his real feelings.

"That I am! You're just so cute like this!" You boop his nose causing him to scoff in mock offense.

"I knew me pole dancing would get a rise out of you but I didn't expect it to fluster you so much mr.cool guy" you snickered before deciding to back off, winking you stood up mentally taking a picture of the obviously ruffled punk.

"Anyway, as i was saying before somebody's mind wandered off on me. It's pretty fun a little bruising, and I've been sore for days now but fun none the less" you chuckled, pointing out your sore muscles as if he could magically see the nonvisble bruising.

"Now i'm gonna go back to practicing beacuse as you know im horrible at staying on beat, " chuckling, you once again restarted the music. Hobie nodded, giving you his full attention as he watched you get into position and start a routine. He watched as you walked in a slow seductive circle, the way your hips moved to the beat ,maybe your own beat, but he wasn't judging, when you swung them from side to side. You gave him a little wink over your shoulder as you bent at the waist, giving your ass a little shake that caused the heat to rush back up his neck, definitely just to his face. He coughed to trying to hide his surprise causing you to laugh before focusing on the next move. He watched the whole time in silence. Watching the way you moved and laughed as you just enjoyed yourself and immersed in the dancing. It was sexy yeah but it was also beautiful to see you so confident and happy in yourself. He could see the moments you'd stumble due to not having the pole, and he pondered in if he could build one for you before an idea hit him.

Your dance came to an end with you sitting back on your knees in front of him. Hobie clapped and whistled, yelling praises, causing you to laugh, grinning widely as you thanked him.

"So whatcha think! It's a bit weird for me. The pole isn't that big a part of the routines, but it's definitely important to it. I'll have to record myself at the next class so you can see the full thing...or maybe I should get one of those poles you can put in your house" You pondered aloud as hobie got up to help you up. You smiled up at him in thanks before continuing on talking about the poles you'd looked up online. You paused as hobie nodded along obviously not listening before he walked to the middle of your living room. He moved your coffee table to the side before looking up to the roof in thought.

"Hobie? Love? Did I lose you again? If I'm boring ya you could just say so..." You voiced your confusion sounding a bit hurt. It wasn't normal for Hobie to ignore you like this. Usually he was hanging onto your every word regardless of the topic but as you watched him stand in the middle of your living room, his brows pinched in thought you realized he definitely wasn't paying attention to your words.

"I'm gonna go get a water then....did you want anything?" At his silence you walked past him toward your kitchen,grabbing a water bottle you leaned against the fridge a clear view of hobie who was still just staring between your roof and the floor in thought.

You huffed, taking a gulp of water only to almost choke when hobie shot his webbing at your ceiling. He continued connecting muiple webs between the ceiling and floor. You watched ,stunned, not sure what was happening.

Your eyes widened as he stood back, nodding with a grin before he jumped at the webbing, using his arms to hold him up as he span around it before letting go landing in front of you.

Your shocked expression quickly became one of laughter as hobie stood up, turning to you with clear pride and accomplishment on his face.

"What...whats so funny,huh?" He grinned coming to stand in front of you. Laughter shook your body as his hands reached for yours wanting to guide you to his masterpiece.

You took his hand finally calming down. Hobie guided you to the webbing in your livingroom excited to show what he'd done.

"Nothing nothing it's just not everyday you see the hobie brown stand in silence only to do parkour in the middle of your livingroom" You teased a few giggles still escaping.

"Well, it's not every day the hobie brown comes up with amazing ideas..actually scratch that my ideas are usually this amazing so you're welcome" He said in a false haughty tone, smiling as you rolled your eyes playfully before looking the webbing over.

"Alright, what's this amazing idea have to do with you webbing my living room. Hm? I hope that comes off without ruining the walls?" You raised an eyebrow at him glaring playfully. This definitely wasn't the first time webbing had made its way into your place but the large amount concerned you a bit.

"I made you a pole! It's sturdy, holds any weight, and is definitely softer on the body than any pole you'd buy. And don't worry I'll get you the dissolvent when you need it. You wont even notice it was there" his grin was wide, he was obviously very pleased with himself and was waiting for you to be too.

"Hmm" You hummed in exaggerated agreement. Placing a hand out you gripped the so called pole surprised by the firmness. It really did feel similar enough to the poles you'd been working with at the class. You leaned against it content as it didn't shift or move against your weight. Nodding in approval you peaked at hobie to see him pretending not to care about your examination.

You walked around it looking it over from top to bottom. The top and bottom were thick and flared wide against your roof and floor boards. As you looked it over you realized he had made it similar to the pole you rambled about earlier.

'Guess he was listening...' You think to yourself a small smile on your face as you look over to him. He was still watching you face relaxed. He gave off an air of nonchalance but you knew better than to fall for his poker face.

"Hobie~and here i thought you were ignoring me earlier!" you said his name in a sing-song voice causing him to crack a smile immediately. He shook his head in amusement as you walked over the smile never dropping.

"So what do you think?" His hands came to rest on your waist as you placed yours on his cheeks, squishing slightly.

"Its amazing hobs. Thank you for making it for me. I'm sure it's better than any I'd have bought especially since my favorite boy made it for me~" you wink at him at the end. You might not see it but his skin warming under your hands and the way his eyes flicker across your face before coming back to meet yours tells you he's flustered once more.

"You'll have to give my thanks to spiderpunk" you tease laughing as you lean up and give him a quick peck before pulling away, excited to try out the pole and put on a hopefully better show for him. You hear him huff, muttering something about tease under his breath.

"Come on I wanna do the dance for you properly now!! At least, to the best of my abilities!" You laugh as you run over to start the music back up. Hobie smiles going to sit down on the couch you'd been using earlier glad to see he was able to make you so happy.

"Alright, let's see it then. You'll have to teach me a few moves, yeah?" He watched you nod eagerly, excited to share your current pastime with him.

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tell me who i run to (if not you) | anthony beauvillier | Ep 6. Spring

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Chapter Summary: Tito tries to tell her— he does— It’s just he needs to find the right time, and something keeps coming up. Evie’s honest with herself. But does that even matter? Mat decides maybe it is his time to intervene.

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II. Spring

Tito — April 8

Tito opens the fridge in his apartment and stares at the contents. A couple beers, water bottles, and Gatorade. He grimaces, picks up the expired milk sitting in the door, and grabs a bottle of water for the road. Deep in thought, he goes to pour the milk down the drain and rinse out the carton; he’s startled when the fridge beeps loudly. 

He walks back over to it to find the door is still ajar and pushes it closed. His eyes catch on the calendar hanging there. It's still showing February; he flips it forward a few pages to April.

His fingers trace the dates. Fuck. He bangs his head lightly against the cold metallic door as he's made startlingly aware that they're getting closer and closer to April 21, and he still hasn’t told her.

He needs to just rip off the band-aid.

He no longer has the excuse of her birthday weekend. He needs to do it today.

He spends the whole drive to her apartment thinking about what he’s going to say, writing and rewriting the speech in his head. He feels no more confident walking through her door than he did when he left his own apartment 15 minutes prior.

He hopes he’ll just figure it out on the fly.

“Chouette?” he calls from where he’s taking off his shoes.

“One second!” she calls from her bedroom. 

He chuckles to himself as he leans against the doorframe. A few seconds later, he sees Evie peek out briefly from behind the closet door and send him a blinding smile.

“Hi to you too, chou. What’s going on?”

“We’re going out!”

“We’re going out?”

“Yeah!” she declares.

He scratches his neck and tries to remember if there was something he had forgotten after the back-to-back this past weekend.

“Okay?” he asks, tentatively.

When she steps out into the bedroom, his mouth goes slack. She's wearing a cropped blazer, buttoned but with her bare chest underneath, and a pair of skin-tight leather pants. He tries to think of a single thing to say in this second other than the extremely mortifying “holy wow” that comes out of his mouth.

She laughs, throwing back her head of done-up curls, and does a twirl as she approaches him before stopping to wrap her arms around his waist. He wonders for a second if there’s a way to manually reboot his body like he does to his computer when it freezes.

“Hi Solours, we're going out to celebrate!” she beams up at him; without her shoes on, her chin rests on his chest. He sets his hands tentatively on her upper back.

“Oh?” he manages to babble. From this angle, he can tell in his peripheral vision that her breasts are on full display, and he adamantly refuses to look anywhere but right in her shining eyes.

“Yeah! The meeting with Elizabeth went great! They’re really looking forward to reading my book when I finish it soon. I’m getting signed to the agency!” Her eyes are so expressive as she speaks, the excitement and delight pouring into him through her gaze.

“That’s amazing,” he says softly, still not trusting his voice.

“Yep! Thank you so much for setting it up. It’s truly the most incredible thing anyone has ever done for me. I want to take you out to celebrate! I’m thinking sushi!”

“We’re celebrating you, so wherever you want to go, chouchou.”

She rolls her eyes, “Are you going to let me pay this time, though?”

“No.”

“Oh, come on,” she whines, rehashing a conversation they’ve had dozens of times now.

“We agreed that you can take me out for dinner when you get that book deal and I become your trophy wife. Until then, I’m paying with my ridiculous NHL contract.”

She groans dramatically but is betrayed by the tug on her lips, “Ugh, fine.” She unattaches from him and gives him a gentle push toward the closet. “Go get changed and put on something nice. Maybe we can go find you a trophy wife at the bar after instead, eh?” 

He carefully hides his grimace as he looks back to see her still standing by the bedroom door, wiggling her eyebrows. Facing her still, he pulls his shirt off and grunts, “It’s a Monday, mon chou,” before he turns toward the open closet doors. He catches he staring at his chest, a slight chink in her armor, right before he turns.

“Not that I’ve picked up in over a month,” he mutters quietly to himself as he picks out a nice button-down and a pair of dark jeans.

Tito — April 9

Tito sits in his usual seat near the back of the team plane. He rests his head on the window and worries at his lip. He’s staring at the text on his phone:

it’s barzy baby: dude? have you fucking told her yet? 

He sighs and turns his phone completely off. He can just sit in silence on the rest of the hour-and-a-half flight to St Louis.

He turns his head and looks out of the window at the vast expanse of nothing. He has good reasons. He couldn’t tell her yesterday because she was so excited about her meeting. He obviously couldn’t tell her right as he was about to leave on a road trip. It just hasn’t been the right time yet.

This one’s only a short one-day road trip. He can tell her when he gets back.

Evie — April 10

matmat: whatcha doin To matmat: lol. just had dinner. procrastinating writing tbh. whats up? matmat: tito’s mia. probably pre-game nap. you wanna facetime?

Evie laughs and shakes her head. Sometimes, she gets what Tito says about Mat’s codependence. She usually quips that some kids just need a lot of attention.

She closes her laptop and presses ‘call’ as she makes herself another cup of tea.

“Eeeeveeeee!” she hears through her phone as soon as the call connects.

“Matmat!” she calls back, smirking.

“Urgh, when are you going to stop calling me that?”

“Never,” she states, smirking even harder.

“Not even if I stop calling you Eevee?” he whines.

“Nope.”

“God, fuck, you drive a hard bargain. What do I have to give you? A signed puck?”

She laughs, shaking her head as she moves around her kitchen; her phone's propped up against a candle that’s become her typical phone stand for when she FaceTimes Tito on the road while she cooks.

“Whatcha doin'?” he asks.

“Just making a cup of tea so I can get through this encounter.”

“Hey… Now I can’t be sure, but I feel like that was mean,” Mat’s tone light and playful. He waits patiently before eventually speaking again when she sits back down on the couch. “So, how’s my favorite author?”

She lets her head drop back heavily on the couch. “Oof, please don’t say author. The writing is going so slowly it hurts.”

“Sorry, sorry. Beau told me about the meeting! I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you, but it doesn’t mean anything for sure yet. Just that they're willing to give it a try when I’m done.”

“Well, Beau’s sure it’s going to be a hit, so I believe him.”

“He hasn’t even read it yet,” she whines, “how could he know that?”

“Well, ‘cause he’s—” he stops abruptly, eating his words in a very unusual manner. 

“Because..?” she prompts.

He recovers quickly, “Oh, I decided that saying he can’t read was a little too mean.”

She laughs. “Yeah, well… He did write me a really nice card for my birthday, so…” she says, her fingers subconsciously touching her necklace. 

She sees Mat’s wide smirk through the screen. 

“What?” she asks.

“Oh, just, that necklace was so fucking soft of him. I’ve never seen him buy anything like that before for anyone,” Mat says knowingly.

She cocks her eyebrows at him, “I’m sure that’s not true. He’s clearly a perfectly good gift giver.”

Mat snorts loudly. “No, trust me. He’s usually not. I mean, he’s not bad. He just usually forgets until like the last moment. Or gets something he thinks is cool. He got his last girlfriend a cactus for their one-year anniversary. A cactus. I literally couldn't fucking believe she didn’t shove it up his ass.”

“Oh my god,” Evie gasps through hooting laughter; there are tears in her eyes as Mat continues his animated retelling.

“A cactus, Evie! She was so mad Beau ran to the bathroom to text me in a fucking panic. I think I pissed myself laughing when he said he thought it was cute because cactuses don’t die or some dumb shit like that. And I had to explain to him how not a single girl ever has wanted a cactus as a gift from their boyfriend. When he went back out, he had to pretend that it was actually a symbol for a trip to Mexico that he had to then plan for them.”

“Okay, yeah. That’s pretty bad. Seems like he’s improved since then,” she says when she eventually stops laughing, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Not really. He wants to do so good, but he’s just sometimes so far off. But, like, with the necklace and the book agent stuff, I’ve never seen him do something like that before, Evie. Never. I’ve known him ten years,” Mat’s voice drops into a serious tone.

She shuffles uncomfortably in her seat and sips on her tea to avoid his eyes through the screen. She doesn’t want to know what she might see there.

After a moment of consideration, she inhales sharply and sighs. 

“So, what are your plans for the summer?” she redirects, keeping her voice light.

“Hopefully, not going home to BC until June,” he winks.

“Do you ever go out to Quebec in the summer?”

“Ah… Not usually. But you know, I used to see Tito every day, so…” He shrugs. “I’m not sure; maybe I’ll visit this summer. Or have him come to the lake house.”

“Yeah? That sounds fun. I don’t really know what his plan is, though. I know he’s going to spend most of the summer in Montreal, I guess.”

Mat pauses, sitting so stock still she thinks he’s frozen.

“Mat? Are you still there?”

He coughs, shaking his head, “Yeah. Yeah, sorry. What about you? Where’s most of your family? Near Montreal?”

“My parents moved a couple hours away, but my brothers are still in Montreal, yeah. So I’ll probably visit them at some point. Maybe some of my friends in Toronto.”

They continue to chat about their respective childhoods in Quebec and BC for a while. They end up staying on the call to watch Tito’s game together, Evie laughing at Mat’s commentary of their play. 

She’s so tired by the time the game is over she doesn’t even register that Tito never calls her before bed like he usually does when he’s on the road.

Tito — April 11

Tito parks the car and sighs. He knows he can’t avoid this forever. He also knows there are unread messages burning a hole in his pocket; he’s memorized them already. 

it’s barzy baby: Beauvillier. u need to fucking tell her. i dont care if shes just a friend or you future fucking wife. this is fucked up.  it’s barzy baby: i know youre fucking ignoring me you dick. what the hell are you so scared of. just fucking do it. it’s barzy baby: fine, leave me on delivered. i know you’re seeing this. if you dont tell her soon, i will

He feels like he’s going to be sick. 

He sits there, just staring at the blank wall. His hands are still white-knuckled on the steering wheel; he bangs his head on the headrest. 

Tito’s tired. It’s almost the end of the season, and his body feels like it’s being held together by tape and glue. He doesn’t want to be thinking about the future. Not that his agent has been letting him forget the end of the season looming over him.

No. He’s angry. He especially doesn’t want to have to think about what the end of the season means for his friendship with Evie. This is why he didn’t want to get attached. He should've known better and just not gotten attached to anyone in this city, not even someone as incredible as Evie. 

If he’s honest with himself, he’s sad. He’s constantly being forced to leave people behind while feeling like he’s the one who’s being abandoned.

He doesn’t know how he’s going to leave her behind. For once, he just wants to be selfish, to just plant his feet and scream no. He wants to ask for more from Evie; he wants to be able to have everything with her. If she feels the same way he does, then maybe she would come with him if he begged her to.

Tito knows that’s not going to happen, so he needs to just get it together. He takes a deep breath and takes another glance at his phone. It’s been fifteen minutes since he parked the car. He knows this is getting ridiculous. The shame and guilt constrict around him a little tighter still. 

He decides to do the easier of the two things first.

To it’s barzy baby: fuck barz why is this so hard? its worse than overtime in a gm 7  it’s barzy baby: just rip the fucking band-aid. she’s not going to be mad. To it’s barzy baby: i’m sorry about ignoring you it’s barzy baby: dw i already knew you were an idiot. fucking GO!!!!!!

Tito closes his eyes and opens the car door. Taking a steadying breath as he steps out, he just lets his body move on auto-pilot all the way to her couch.

“Hi, Solou. Are you okay?” Evie says, waving a hand in front of his face.

“I’m leaving next week,” he blurts out. He curses himself inside for not planning this out.

“What? Like on the road trip?” Evie smiles, reaching over to squeeze his knee, “I know that already, bud. Last roadie of the season.”

“No, no… Fuck. Sorry. That was not how that sentence was supposed to come out,” Tito sighs and takes her hand. He marvels at the way her soft hands are dwarfed by his own, running a finger reverently over the little notes she’s left for herself on the back of her hand. A fond smile tugs at his lips, entirely out of his control, and he sighs.

“Solou?” she nudges gently.

“Oh, right,” he stiffens a little before meeting her eyes again. He hopes he can memorize her face enough that he won’t forget where each birthmark and dimple is. He swallows hard, shaking his head, hoping that will bring some clarity and focus. He drags a hand through his hair, making his wool tuque fall onto the couch behind him. He turns to look for the hat behind him. 

Evie tugs on his hand gently, “Tito, what were you going to tell me?”

He sighs, abandoning the search. “I—” He takes a deep breath. “Ma chouette, I’m going to be going home next week. After locker clean out.”

“Oh,” she falters before adding, “You’re flying back or driving with your stuff?”

“Ah… Flying. I found a service that can do the packing and moving for me once I know where I’m going next, so at least I don’t have to do that, I guess.”

“Oh, okay.” She stays quiet for a bit; Tito forces himself to sit as still as he can, his heart pounding in his chest. “Do you want me to drive you to the airport— When’s your flight?”

“It’s really early on April 21st, like right after the party. So, I was planning on just taking a Lyft…” his voice trails off, the lump in his throat making it increasingly difficult for him to speak.

She sends him a taut smile, “That makes sense. Are you excited to go home?”

He rubs his thumb on the back of her hand and stares blankly at her face, an ache blooming in his chest. He doesn’t know what hurts worse at this moment: the fact that he’s leaving or the fact that it doesn’t seem to really bother Evie. With great effort, he forces a smile on his face.

“Yeah, I guess. It’ll be nice to see my parents, Franky, and the babies. They’re so big now.” He uses his fondness for his nephews to wedge some levity into his voice.

“Aww,” she coos, “that’ll be nice, right? Get some time with family and away from hockey for a bit.”

“Well, I’m never too far from hockey. Everyone I see in the summer plays hockey.”

She nudges him fondly, “Not your baby nephews.”

It draws a genuine laugh from him. “I guess that’s true,” he says.

Evie smiles in response, a hint of sadness in her eyes, “You know I’ll miss you, right?”

His voice is strained when he lets go of her hand to pull her in for a tight hug. “I’ll miss you too, mon chou. I’ll miss you too.”

“I think you’re my best friend,” she whispers.

He swallows down the words he wants to say— forcefully— before replying gently, “I think you’re my best friend too, Evie. I think you’ve been my best friend for a while now.”

They stay like that for some time, just breathing in tandem. With Evie in his arms, his body feels a little less like his veins are filled with cement. 

Eventually, with a voice barely louder than a whisper, he murmurs, “Do you think you’ll come home at some point in the summer? I want to see you again.”

She hums, and he feels the vibrations ring through his bones. “Yeah, I usually go home for Fête nationale. So probably, somewhere around the end of June.”

“Oh,” he says, “Okay. Well, promise to tell me when you’re coming? I’ll make sure I’m free.”

“Of course, Solou. But you don’t have to clear your calendar for me.”

“I know. I want to,” Tito whispers into her hair, placing a gentle kiss on her temple.

Evie — April 16 

Evie's sitting on the floor in front of her couch next to Alandra, Kelsey, and Leanne. Alandra is telling some story about the Maldives, waving her glass of wine wildly. Evie dutifully laughs at the right moments, but she’s barely listening. Her eyes float to the TV, watching the boys warming up, hoping to catch a glimpse of Tito.

She had gone around early today, picking up some of Tito’s things so that he’d have an easier time packing when he comes back from his road trip. There is a pile of his clothes in an empty suitcase in the corner of her room and a space in her closet that sits glaringly empty.

She takes a big gulp of her wine and refills her glass.

“What you thinkin’ about, Gigi?” Alandra asks, apparently done with her story.

“Hmm?” she tries not to spill her wine. “Um, not much, just… You know… Summer.”

“You got any fun plans?”

“Yeah, you going to spend some quality time with a certain someone,” Leanne winks.

“No,” Evie rolls her eyes and doesn’t quite catch the sigh that falls from her lips. “I think I’m going to visit family for a bit, so I’ll see him then, but no real plans.”

The girls exchange a look over the coffee table. 

“Do you wish there was?” Kelsey pushes gently.

“I mean, I would love to go to the Maldives. That sounds fun as hell.” Evie knows that’s not what they’re asking, but maybe, for once, they’ll let her get away with it.

“With Beau?”

“Oof, that man with his shirt off on a beach— I think I’d have a heart attack,” Alandra says.

Leanne elbows her tauntingly, “You’re married. And besides, that one’s taken.” She points to the screen that's showing Tito on the ice for anthems.

The corner of Evie’s lip quirks, thinking about the way his muscles ripple when he’s getting changed. A heat surges through her, so intense and sudden it almost makes her choke on her wine. 

“God, he does look good under there,” she confesses quietly.

They screech upon hearing that, Leanne reaching for the remote to mute the TV.

“What did you just say?”

“You’ve seen him naked?”

They’re all speaking at once, voices crescendoing on top of each other. Evie shakes her head and takes another sip of her wine, hoping they’ll tire each other out.

“The game’s starting, guys,” she tugs the remote from Leanne’s hand and turns the volume back on.

“Fine, be that way. We’re talking about this at the first intermission.”

The focus does remain on the game for the whole first period, bleeding over into intermission a little as they discuss the bullshit penalty that was called on Jason. Evie hopes that it’s enough to distract them for a while longer; she shouldn’t have been that optimistic.

“Okay, enough hockey talk. More on this. So,” Alandra starts, “Tell us more about how good Beau looks naked.”

She sighs and rolls her eyes dramatically. “I haven’t seen Tito naked. He just gets changed sometimes in front of me.”

“Okay, but you’ve got to admit that that’s on purpose, right?” Kelsey chides.

“Yeah. Like, there’s no way he’s not doing that on purpose,” Leanne adds, nodding eagerly.

“Why does it even matter?” Evie groans.

“Because he likes you, Genevieve!” Leanne yells.

Evie rolls her eyes hard. “Not like that, he doesn’t. There’s no— It doesn’t even matter. Okay?”

Kelsey pitches forward and bangs her head on the wooden coffee table. “Oh my god, she’s so stupid,” she mutters into the wooden surface.

“Hey! That’s mean,” Evie protests.

“No, Kels is right. You're so stupid. Like you’re one of the smartest people I know, but you are truly so fucking stupid,” Leanne points at her accusingly, standing up.

“Why am I stupid?” she whines.

“Honey,” Alandra says, smiling and shaking her head, “The man went out and bought you a $200 mug you’ve been looking at for ages without you even telling him you wanted it. He made you a custom necklace. He asked a former teammate for the number of another guy in the league so that he could ask Zach Hyman for the details of his literary agent to help you reach your dream. For your birthday. After knowing you for only, like, three months, Gigi. Do you not see how insane that is?”

“Yeah, he’s a really good friend. I don’t understand—”

She's cut off by Leanne screeching “Oh my god!” from the kitchen.

“What?” Evie squawks back, alarmed.

Kelsey, whose head is still on the coffee table, just mutters, “So so stupid.”

“Honey, I know you know that this isn't normal friend behavior. Only someone who really loves you would put this much—” Alandra starts gently before being cut off by a huffing Leanne, who flicks Evie on the forehead.

“Are you being intentionally dense?” she enunciates every syllable bluntly, “Because like— Oh my god, I’m just gonna say it. Tito is in love with you—”

“No, he’s not.”

“Yes, he is. He is in love with you, and you're in love with him,” Leanne stares at her intensely.

Evie just stares back, opening and closing her mouth. 

Beside her, she hears Alandra suggest gently, “Okay, the game's starting back up, but we will continue this conversation later.”

For the next forty-five minutes, Evie just stares blankly at the TV. She doesn’t register anything that's going on on the ice and barely interacts with the ongoing commentary in her living room. 

All she can think about is Tito. 

The thing is, she has never met anyone like Tito before. He's so full of joy. Sure, he’s not happy all of the time. He openly talks to her about the things he's struggling with: the trades, all the contract talks, and his concern about his skill as an NHL player. 

There’s just something about him that's so joyous. He brightens every room he walks into. It’s unlike anything she’s ever seen. It would be impossible not to be drawn in by the gravity of his sunny smile. Impossible not to get locked into his orbit.

To add to that, he backs it up with his kindness, earnestness, and genuineness. She doesn’t compare him— she doesn’t— to Pierre. She just thinks about how different she feels now compared to a year ago. She knows that over the past few months with Tito— around Tito— she has never once gotten the urge to hide in a bathroom and cry as quietly as possible. 

He has shown time and time again that he cares. He always takes her feelings seriously and has never once made her feel like she was being dramatic. He listens. He puts his phone down when she talks and looks her in her eyes. He's genuinely invested in her career. No one has ever gone out of their way to try to help her like that before.

He's her best friend, there’s no doubt about it. He’s probably going to be the best friend she will ever have. No matter if they stay in touch when he moves. She can’t imagine anyone being better than him. She knows she’s a better person now than when they met in December.

And he is so fucking hot, her brain supplies, unhelpfully. She quickly shoves that thought back down, along with all the mental images of his shirtless body, his boxer-clad hockey butt, and the way his mouth curls and face shines when he smiles. The feeling of his soft hair in her fingers and his soft lips on her mouth. Those things are irrelevant.

Evie doesn’t even notice the period of hockey ending. She doesn’t even notice Kelsey getting up to use the bathroom or Alandra going to grab a snack. 

Eventually, when they all return, Leanne gives her a soft squeeze on her arm.

“So, you’ve been deep in thought. Are you ready to admit that you're in love with each other?”

Evie sighs, “It doesn’t matter if I love him or not.”

“What do you mean?” Kelsey presses gently.

She shrugs, hugging her knees to her chest, “He’s taking a flight home in 5 days, and he’s probably not going to be back here next season.”

“Okay? Well, ask him to stay,” Leanne says bluntly.

“It’s not that— I can’t do that. Even if I want to, which I'm not saying I do, I don’t want to start something with him when he’s vulnerable like that. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Vulnerable like what, Gigi?”

Evie sighs and battles with herself whether she should share the things Tito has told her on this very couch. She settles on this, “He’s in a contract year. He doesn’t know where he’ll be next season, or what that next contract's even going to look like. What he does this summer is going to impact the rest of his career. He needs to focus on that. He needs to be focusing on what he wants.”

“What if you are what he wants?” Kelsey asks gently.

Evie shakes her head vigorously, “It doesn’t matter. It would be a distraction. And I can’t— It would be selfish of me to tell him anything right now. I can’t be selfish. He has to figure out what he wants. And pick what’s best for his career.”

A somber silence blankets the room while everyone processes what she’s said.

Eventually, Leanna speaks up. “Will you tell him after he signs his next contract?”

Evie bites her lip and picks at the loose thread on her sweatpants. “Probably not. We both need to focus on our careers right now and try— Look, I said that I wanted to be single for a while, after Pierre. It’s probably still too soon. I don’t want to bring any of that shit into whatever I do next.”

“Genevieve, you know, there’s no right timeline for finding someone after a break-up. Besides, it’s been almost a year. And we all know that this isn’t a rebound,” Alandra offers gently, “Trust me when I say this: when you know, you know.”

Evie nods, willing herself not to cry. There's nothing to even cry over. “Well, it doesn’t matter right now. I’m happy to be friends with him; even if that’s all I ever get, I’ll be so happy. Whatever else I feel now will pass.”

The girls exchange a look and turn back to the TV when the third period starts.

Leanne leans over and puts an arm around her shoulder. “Well, you know we're here for you. Whatever you decide. I’m sorry if I was a bit pushy. I just want you to be happy.”

“I know.”

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Erase and Rewind (angst, fluff, smut - Hyunjin - Final part)

F!Reader

ex!Chan

good friend Hyunjin

multi chapter story

this chapter: feelings and smut

Chan broke up with reader

Reader is moving on

Hyunjin is being a supportive friend

Featuring insecurities, internalised misogyny and self-hate

This is in no way meant as a commentary on the real persons depicted here. They all deserve the world.

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*** Part 3

You were single for two Valentine’s Days and for two White Days now, and other than staying in and distracting yourself with action movies, you did not feel the seasonal sadness affect you. Not to mention, there were other friends of yours who weren’t big on celebrating those things and who invited you to their houses for casual gatherings. Minho hosted a silent rave at his house one year (which Chan and his girlfriend skipped), Felix invited himself over one White Day, with cake ingredients and his infectious good mood. You were doing great.

This year, for White Day, Hyunjin declared the entire world could fuck off with its lovey dovey shit and he invited you for an art experience at a gallery which provided huge canvases, non-toxic paints and small thongs for the clients to use for painting on each other, then rolling across the canvasses and creating their own unique art pieces. “Uh… this is a literal string. My whole dick is out.” Hyunjin said from the changing booth next to yours. 

“My outfit has no bra. Granted there’s not much that can go in it but I bet you didn’t sign up to see my nips on this God’s fine day.” “Shall I tell the staff we’re not doing it? If you’re uncomfortable?” “How much did you look forward to this, Hyune? And also, this must have been such a headache to organise, for you, with how booked you are. And aren’t you uncomfortable?” “Well, I really wanted to do it. I thought it would be nice for us to have this special thing in common.” 

“Tell you what. Let’s still do it - butt naked. I know you love me and won’t laugh at me, and the same goes for me too.” “Fuck yes!” Hyunjin burst out of his booth, naked and in flip flops. “Jewellery - on or off?” You thought for a bit. “Off, I’d say, we don’t want the canvas to snag. Or for you to be up at three am, cleaning out paint from your custom diamond pieces with the toothbrush.” 

“One less thing to jiggle around.” He said, heading for the canvases. “These really are big.” You exited your booth too, joining him, also in your birthday suit. “Shall we begin? Please, no pastels for me.” By the time he was halfway done with putting paint on you, you noticed him fidgeting and noticed why, as well. “Look, it happens, okay? You’re young and fit, a breeze coming in through the open window can give you a semi. It’s fine.” “It’s not a breeze though, it’s you. “ Hyunjin said. “You’re just so fine, and the fact that you wanted us to do this, even naked… so hot. But don’t worry, I’ll behave. I know how you feel about sex with men lately.” 

“Er, that was almost two years ago. The sex itself is not the issue, the other shit it came with is. And… you think that’s the issue??? Hold up… excuse me for presuming here but… I didn’t think you’d be into me. Chan said you don’t like women.”

“He… what?” Hyunjin gasped so hard you feared he might straight up hyperventilate. “Or… that’s what I understood. I don’t remember the exact phrasing but he said that if you fished in the same pond no one would ever be so much as noticed by girls.” “Well maybe I don’t crop dust my charms all over the world because I’m not about all that. Whenever my hormones are taking the reigns, I use that energy and that drive to make art, to dance, to train, to push myself harder. To be the perfect whore for Stay so they’ll give me the most attention. I really don’t think I have to be a slave to every erection that comes and goes. I guess from the others’ end it might look different.” He said, looking down at his now behaving dick. “Case in point. Although I’ve been insanely attracted to you since we met, but then you went for Channie and I thought, eh, we’re not the same type, I’m not even an option. I’m not as confident and in charge as him and I’m shy so I… decided I would take any kind of place in your life you deigned to give me. But then he broke up with you, like a donkey, I might add, and you were so hurt and defeated, I though it inappropriate to still have a crush on you. I didn’t want to feel like I was friends with you for… predatory reasons. Just know that I think you’re everything and also… there’s these. Warning, I am not trying to be a pervert but look… I’ve had it done in Japan.” The madman. The absolute, perfect, amazing dumbass, you thought, looking at the twin scars. 

You pointed to yours, now faded and pretty much invisible unless you drew attention to them.

“We… we actually match.” You said, feeling tears threaten to spill. “Jinnie… I’m going to cry! But… are you sure? That’s pretty extreme.” “I am crying! And yes, I am very sure. I can always adopt a child who needs love, and between you and me every time I hear people say how beautiful my kids will be with this creepy sort of entitlement… I used to shudder, now I can laugh about it.” He said, scooching closer to hug you. “We’re mixing up our paints. And… and I can’t believe I scrounged up the balls to tell you. And you like it? Like… me?” “Jinnie… you’ve given me back to me this past year plus. And it’s not just gratitude, don’t think you have to work hard to earn my affection, but… you carved out all the darkness from my world and replaced it with your colours. I should be so lucky to have your love, in this way or another. Your love is worth the risk. You’ve taught me there are no guarantees beyond what we choose to give each other today. And I want your love, if you want mine in return.” 

Hyunjin just sobbed harder, everything else forgotten for a long, elastic moment stretching outside of time, in which the two of you sat naked and entangled in the middle of a tarp, covered in colours. Still crying, Hyunjin took your hand and helped you up. He rolled you across your canvas and you moved him across his own. You then stood, together, looking at your finished art pieces from further away. “They’re beautiful, Jinnie.” You said, moving closer to him and taking his hand in yours. “And they match perfectly. Like us.” He said, finally finding your lips with his, enveloping you in his arms and holding you close, glued to him. 

It didn’t even feel like you were naked with him then. He made you feel so safe and seen, you forgot you were supposed to feel self-conscious.

You went back to your place after the gallery, to wash the rest of the colours off and to continue your make-out session. Still damp and with steam coming off of your skins, you collapsed between your sheets together, kissing ravenously, hands roaming and mapping previously off limits parts. You ended up in a tangle of limbs on the bed, Hyunjin’s cock down your throat and his tongue in your pussy. The way you both pulled and squeezed at each other’s skin, trying to get deeper, closer, was matched only by the neediness in your sounds. You had always guessed Hyunjin was the vocal type, now you knew for sure and his gone moans and whimpers made your core clench painfully and your walls slicker. It felt good and normal, that sense of vulnerability you hadn’t liked before nowhere to be found. You knew, deep in the back of your mind, that you and Hyunjin were thick as thieves and even if he did move on from you sexually, he would never cut you out of his life and allow you to fade into the faceless crowd of people who orbit him but are inconsequential to him. He comes without warning, from you running a wet finger over his hole and you pull back a bit so you wouldn’t choke or hurt him, focusing on drinking him down and not spilling a drop. He tastes so clean and familiar, and you know it’s psychological, this part - the thought that taking his come inside you can’t harm you or change the course of your life to a trajectory not of your choosing. This is, of course, in line with how Hyunjin makes you feel in every other way: seen, protected and cared for. Like a precious secret or a superpower. 

You don’t expect to come, you’re too lost in the tsunami of emotions crashing down on you, and usually when there’s a disconnect between mind and body, nothing happens, but this time, Hyunjin pushes you down that steep slide by simply keeping at devouring you with his lips, his tongue, his long and gentle fingers. You don’t expect it, yet you start shaking like a leaf in autumn and feel yourself gush all over his face, an actual scream tearing out from you at how unexpectedly intense it feels. 

By the time you can breathe normally again and can string two thoughts together, Hyunjin is still panting and his skin feels like it’s burning. He’s sweating profusely, like from an hour-long dance practice. His hands are still idly caressing you where he can reach, your thighs, your hips, your belly. 

“Give me a moment and I’ll fuck you until we black out.” He says, his intoxicatingly appealing confidence making you shiver again. “Going to fuck every memory of Channie-hyung from you so you’re all mine.” 

It’s a double-edged sword kind of comment that could land well or really badly, but the fact that he risked it for your own benefit is incredible. 

Hyunjin already pieced all the broken parts of you together and glued them with his gold.  You don’t know why or how, certainly not because you’re special - because you know you’re not. But on the other hand, he went all in too, and if it’s all a cruel prank or some background bet with the boys, it’s a damn high value one. “You being in your head, listening to your mean girl voice?” Hyunjin asks, sitting up and coming to caress your face. “Tell me.” He adds, leaning down to lick your lips into opening, sucking your lower one and then biting into it just the right amount so it stings but doesn’t hurt. “I want you fully here for what I’m going to do to you.” 

His words make you gasp. “I’m still wondering why you chose me. I’m just a girl. Not even the prettiest.” 

“To me you are THE girl.” Hyunjin says, bringing a hand up to caress your lips with careful, featherlight fingertips. “You can learn so much about a person when you dance with them, it’s so intimate and electric. I’ve never felt like this, like I want to take all of you and put you inside me and protect you from the world.” 

His words send pure pleasure sparking up and down your spine, you never expected someone would feel like this about you and he’s right, that feeling when you dance together, that you are one soul in two bodies - you’ve felt it too and it was all-overpowering. 

You close your eyes briefly, against the tide of rushing sensations coursing through you. Underneath, like the dark waters of the ocean, are your feelings, which are also stirring. You could love Hyunjin in the same all-consuming, all-overtaking way he acts towards you. The feeling of safety he gives you is unlike anything you’ve felt before and makes you want to go anywhere he wants to take you. 

You become aware of the closeness of your bodies, the way your heated skins touch almost all over, with Hyunjin now half on top of you, with a leg bent and thrown possessively over you. His cock is pressed against your hip, leaking on your skin there, hard already. Everything about him is so ethereally beautiful, from his pillowy soft lips and his spindly, strong and gentle fingers, to his cock, long and thick and now hard again. You run the hand currently not carding through his hair down along the thigh he had flung across you, and the muscles shift subtly beneath your fingertips. He makes a completely ruined sound, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them to look at you. “Can I? Please, can I?”

“Yes, Jinnie, you can always have me. I’m all yours now.”

“Only mine, too.” He whispers, as though he’s manifesting it for himself. “Help me? I don’t want to mess this up.” You nod, reaching down and guiding him to rest against your entrance. One deep breath later and you’re breaching yourself  before he takes over, pushing in just the tiniest bit. The stretch is just on this side of pain, after so long. You’re turned on out of your mind though, and he can slide in easily, but you want to feel more of that stretch. “Slowly, until you bottom out. I want to feel all of this.” You say, voice coming out raspy and breathless. “Heavens, Jinnie - you feel perfect.” 

He lets out a breath he’s been holding for ages, it seems, lowering his forehead to yours. “I’m afraid to move. If I do, I’ll bust.” He says, his eyes closed. You could be with him like this forever. Him above you, inside you, trembling like a leaf from all the things rushing through him. He never looks more gorgeous than he does in moments like this one, fully naked with you, inside out, no make-up, no retouches. Soon, he does move - halfway propped up on an arm while the other one is under you, pulling you closer and anchoring him to you, wrecked-sounding and with eyes squeezed closed, lower lip chewed up and hair sticking in wet tendrils to his face and neck. He looks like a god. 

It takes him a bit to find an angle and a pace he can sustain, and all the pressing and wriggling around just pushes him closer into you, so close that every movement of his hips is felt in your clit, and you just know it’s a matter of when by now, not if he makes you come. “I can’t… fuck, I can’t…” he pants out in frustration. “I can’t hold it long enough, I’m sorry.” He adds, collapsing on you and peppering apologetic kisses all over your face and neck.

You know he means he can’t hold a steady rhythm in this position, not long enough to get you both to that place where you both fall over the edge. 

“Kneel up, baby. Sit back and spread your legs beneath me.” You guide him. He can definitely do it, he has the strength for it, and the hubris needed to attempt to pull off the switch in position while still inside you. 

“Oh… my… God!” He exclaims when it works and he finds himself with you in his lap, with your legs on either side of him, grinding on his length which is now buried impossibly deeper inside you. His first reaction once he’s sat down and his heels are digging into the sheets is to pull you close and bury his face in your neck, leaving a deep mark at the spot where your neck meets the shoulder. For a moment, he forgets to move up into you, distracted by how much closer he can have you now, how much easier it is to reach your neck, your collarbones, the swell of your breasts, your nipples. “Are you close, baby?” You press out, wanting his focus. If he forgets himself now, the rhythmic squeezing of your walls around his cock buried deep inside you and the maddening, overwhelming feel of his lips and fingers on your nipples will throw you over the edge and leave him behind. And any other time, that would be perfectly fine, but you need him with you this time, the first time of many. 

“Yes, fuck, this is so… it’s everything!” He pants. “I was close since you let me in. I’m barely holding on, so you don’t think I-” He gets cut off by the next squeeze of your walls around his length when you’re seated flush in his lap. “Oh fu-” Hyunjin goes cross-eyed briefly, holding on to you and pulling you close, wrapping his arms around you and locking you in, your front glued to his. 

Seeing him lose it for you, because of you, throws you over the edge too, sparks of pleasure turning into currents shooting up and down your spine, spreading tingles all over you, all the way to your toes. As soon as your heavy breathing goes down a bit, you lean in and kiss Hyunjin, stealing his breath and licking along his now spit-slick lips. He’s going slack beneath you and you push him backwards so he ends up lying down on the bed. You follow, his softening cock slipping out of you, causing you both to whine at the loss of contact and the sound of your bodies separating wetly. 

“That was… holy… I knew it would be good but… because it was with you, it was out of this world. I felt like I died and got zapped back to life.” Hyunjin speaks, his words leaving his chest slowly. He sounds so dreamy and relaxed, like he might fall asleep while talking. “I want to do it again and again, till I can’t move or remember my name. I want to let you try everything on me. Tie me up, fuck me, blindfold me, spank me, pi-” “Jinnie!” You chime from your comfy spot on top of him. “I appreciate the enthusiasm. I guess we have to stay together for a little while so we can try all the things you want.” 

“I want that. I want to try it all with you.” He says, sounding far away and half into the land of dreams already. “Wanna keep you fucked out and pleased all the time. Or… uhhh, do things in your own time? I want to tell Stay about you right away, to sort the haters out and to be able to be together like normal people.” "You don't have to. People are full of hate, Jinnie. I want you to keep being the loveable brat, the prince and the spoiled baby in public. You should be Stay's best and cutest husband, it's good for your career. Better than announcing a girlfriend." "But... won't you hate being kept a secret?" "Babe, I'm being selfish. I don't want the world to be in on our relationship. And well, statistically, we have more of a chance to last as a couple if we don't invite everyone else out there into it." "Then I'll do what feels right for you. I like being an idol and I love being yours now. If I can continue doing both... all the better. And we can keep hanging out like before, I need to see you every day when I'm around here." “Mmm, good thing you said that, I don’t want us to go from being besties to only being strictly dickly.” You say, finding a comfortable spot to snuggle next to your boyfriend. “A lot of people have dicks, but there’s only one of you, my good sweet Hyune.” 

“Don’t stop, go on,” he says, his eyes closed and a smile tugging on his lip corners. 

“You are so good to me, my baby. You gave me my joy back.” You say. “Wanna keep you to myself for so long.” 

You’re not sure he heard the last part, since he’s already snoring softly, like a cat purring itself to sleep. But the words that left your lips are enough of a shock to you already.  It’s the truth. Hyunjin never cared how much of a mess you were. To him, you’re the hottest thing in the world and he gave you more than 100% of himself in every way. 

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I know it's not the WIP Wednesday yet, but it is my birthday, so I'm gonna share the complete first chapter of Modern Steve in 80s Hawkins for your reading pleasure lmao:

"Now, Steve, you know we support you. Your father and I didn't bat an eye when you came out, and we look forward to meeting whichever nice young boy or girl you bring home. But, dear, violence is never the answer."

The words go in one ear and right out the other as Steve watches buildings rush by outside the window. He’d slip on the headphones around his neck, but Steve knows he at least owes his parents the courtesy of naked ears after they bailed him out. Really, he just wants to take a shower and change into clean clothes after spending a night in jail surrounded by equally sweaty and beat up parade-goers. Don’t get him wrong; the people were great, but the smell was atrocious. He lets his head fall against the window, eyes shutting as he breathes through a bruised rib, split lip, and swollen eye. 

"Steve, are you listening to your mother?"

"Yeah, violence bad," he mumbles, just loud enough to be heard in the otherwise silent car. At this point, he’d even prefer the stadium country that usually plays when his dad drives. 

He wishes he were back in the jail cell, swapping stories with the others who got arrested for fighting homophobic protestors, who started it, by the way. He knows his parents are disappointed in him for fighting (and, even worse, getting caught and potentially causing An Incident for them), but he felt genuinely happy sitting on the concerningly sticky floor in that cell. Even if he could go back to yesterday, he wouldn't change a damn thing after seeing three poor kids surrounded by people shouting the most vile things. 

They had looked terrified, tears crowding in their eyes as they clutched at each other, and Steve had seen red. It was a fucking pride parade, a place where kids should feel comfortable being themselves and seeing themselves in the smiling, laughing faces of strangers whose mere existence proves they’re not alone and they’ll survive. But they were being harassed by people with nothing better to do than let hate shrivel their hearts.

Steve, thankfully, hadn’t been the only one who’d seen red. He’d locked eyes with someone who had top surgery scars and a sash across their chest that read “Queer” in sparkling, rainbow letters. Next to them was a shorter woman with close-cropped hair and a flannel shirt (how she wasn’t dying in the heat, Steve will never know) with a white t-shirt underneath that had “Resting Butch Face" emblazoned across the front. The three of them had shared a nod and marched over to the kids.

He later learned that the person wearing the sash was named Daze (“They/them pronouns, unless it’s comedically appropriate to use something else,” they’d said in the jail cell, winking playfully at Steve). The butch went by Mar; she’d excitedly told Steve in the jail cell how her girlfriend would bust her out only to laugh her ass off when said girlfriend was shoved in by two cops not a second later.

What had followed the nod was Mar and Steve standing in front of the kids, creating an unmoving shield while Daze quickly gathered them close. They smiled at the three, quietly complimenting one’s rainbow hair ribbon while Steve tried to be the voice of reason (he shouldn’t have bothered, but he’s still got a little optimism inside).

The first punch was thrown by the ringleader of the protestors after Mar not-so-subtly implied that maybe he’d rather be partying with them and getting his tongue down some cute twink’s throat instead of holding signs and shouting. She’d taken the punch like a champ, and Steve’s grin mirrored hers when the wonderful, incredible term “self-defense” suddenly became applicable. 

Daze had gotten the kids out of there, keeping them calm even as more people joined in the fight, turning the little skirmish into an all out brawl. It had lasted five glorious minutes before cops finally broke it up, forcing protestors and pride-goers into cars together in zip ties. They had realized that was a bad idea when a drag queen headbutted a protestor for what he called her.

After a night in jail, bonding with his cellmates and writing down numbers with some femme’s spare lipstick on the back of a flier from an AT&T booth, his parents had arrived to bail him out. Steve had taken one look at them, at their business clothes and designer watches and worried, beyond confused expressions, and almost said he’d rather just stay behind bars for now. 

Instead, he convinced his parents to post bail for a few of his new friends, waved off their gratitude (they’d been through battle together, after all), and followed his parents out to the car after a few hugs and promises to make a group chat so they could hang out later. 

“You’re just lucky no charges were filed,” his father says, pulling Steve from his thoughts. 

He sighs, slumping down in his seat. A few seconds pass before Steve admits, “I’d do it again.” It’s the truth; he wouldn’t fucking hesitate to throw himself into the fray again. He doesn’t even know those kids’ names, but he knows they deserve more than being afraid of who they are and the monsters that masquerade in human skin around them. 

His parents glance at each other, a thousand words spoken in the brief moment of eye contact. “Steve, are you…okay?” his mother asks, her words hesitant. “I mean, you can tell us anything, dear, and we’ll do anything to make you feel better.”

Steve bites his tongue, refusing to ask how they’d manage that when they’re barely fucking home in the first place. They have a whole multi-million dollar company to run, so he gets it. They have to travel a lot, and they used to bring him along until just dropping him in Indianapolis sophomore year of high school (right after coming out to them, which he understood but was still hurt by) to have a “more grounded high school experience." Somehow worst of all, they try to make up for it with extravagant gifts and awkward conversations about whether he’s still gay or if he’s decided to be straight for the day.

They’ve yet to fully understand the concept of bisexuality, but this is far better than being kicked out of his home.

“I’m fine, Mom,” Steve says. Because he is. He’s just…tired. 

He’s tired of feeling alone in Indianapolis despite being surrounded by people. He had tried making friends, but everyone is so fucking awkward in 10th grade anyway, and the best Steve could do was embrace the “new rich kid” persona people created for him. He’d soon gained the nickname King Steve, which had only worked to make him feel like he’d somehow done something wrong in living up to their expectations. The closest he’s gotten to feeling like himself, to feeling accepted and embraced, was in that fucking jail cell.

Even worse, Steve is tired of this ache that tugs at the base of his spine and the pit of his heart like he’d find something that’s missing if only he’d just follow the pull. 

He doesn’t know how to explain any of that, though, so Steve just sighs again and says, “Maybe…maybe I could do with some down time. Like, a gap year before college or something. I think I just need some time to figure myself out a little more and decide what I want to do with my life before jumping right back into school. Does…does that make sense?”

“Yeah, Steve, it makes a lot of sense,” his father says, flashing him a tiny smile through the rearview mirror. “So, where do you want to go? Hawaii? Miami? Venice is nice this time of year.”

Steve can’t help a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Nah, nothing like that. I think small town vibes are more what I’m going for here.”

His father just hums quietly, sharing another one of those looks with Steve’s mom. He misses this one, but he’d probably be suspicious of them if he hadn’t. He would have known immediately that they were about to do something absolutely ridiculous but well-meaning but so clearly telling of their ignorance when it comes to how people who aren’t wealthy approach problems.

But he doesn’t see, so he doesn’t know.

And when he looks back on this moment a few months later, after the absolute ride of his fucking life, Steve will think it’s a good thing he didn’t notice. If he had, he’d have said something, and then he’d have missed out on all the fun.

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Sayaka Shinohara

“I want 'em back, I want 'em back

The minds we had, the minds we had

It's not enough to feel the lack

I want 'em back, I want 'em back, I want 'em

You're the only friend I need (you're the only friend I need)

Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids)

And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough)

But that will never be enough (but that will never be enough)” - “Ribs” by Lorde

Fandom: My Hero Academia (MHA)

Name: Sayaka Shinohara

Alias: None

Nickname: Say

Age: 24

Birthday: December 18th

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Sex: Female

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Heterosexual

Nationality: Japanese

Languages: Japanese and English

Species: Human

Blood Type: A-

Occupation: Medical Assistant

Alive or Dead?: Alive

Health: Suffers from anxiety, depression, and PTSD

Skin Color: Fair

Hair Color: Light pink

Hair Style: Long hair with hair pieces framing her face, normally pulled back into a ponytail

Eye Color: Teal

Teeth: Teeth are straight, off-white

Tattoos: On right wrist

Scars: Self-harm scars on wrists

Piercings: Ears are pierced

Height: 5’6” (167 cm)

Weight: 132 lbs

Body Type: 

Hourglass figure

Mesomorph

Thicker thighs

B-cup breasts

Pretty thin

Long legs

General Clothing Style/Aesthetic: 

Lots of pink or light colors

Dresses, crop tops, floral-patterned jeans, chokers, and heels

She wears pink eyeshadow with a little white in the inner corners of her eyes, sharp, winged eyeliner, and lipgloss with a little blush on her cheekbones

Likes to wear lingerie as well

Dresses in clothes that show off her figure and make her feel good about herself

Weapons: None

Personality:

Sayaka can be playful and flirty, often teasing her partners. Though, she was more innocent and less confident when she was younger.

She’s pretty confident in her sexuality and enjoys making her partners feel good. 

She’s been a people pleaser since childhood, unable to say no to things even if she wanted to. This leaves her vulnerable to being taken advantage of.

She’s described as kind, selfless, and a little naive in her younger years. 

She’s also pretty social. She was quite popular in high school. 

She’s intelligent, graduating with a pretty high GPA to get into medical school. She’s developed anxiety over the years from the pressure she was under to make good use of her healing quirk, mostly from her parents.

During her marriage with Ryuji, she lost a lot of her confidence. He made her develop a lot of insecurities, breaking her down mentally so she was easier to control.

Sayaka went through a period of her life where she was very depressed and self destructive, picking up the habit of smoking, self harming, sleeping with strangers after separating from Ryuji, and drinking alcohol. Towards the finalization of her divorce, she attempted suicide by overdosing on sleeping pills.

Emotionally and physically needy. Loves affection and reassurance. She likes to be taken care of.

Likes:

Going out to drink, dance, socialize, and flirt

Taking care of her partners’ emotional and physical needs

Cuddling, kissing, sex, making out, and any form of affection or attention from her partners

She likes plushies. She has quite a few squishmallows on her bed.

Dislikes:

Being degraded or made to feel inferior in any way

Silence because of her anxiety

Being reminded of her ex-husband and their past marriage

Hobbies: 

Going out

Reading

Listening to music

Watching shows, usually on her laptop in bed

Habits: Smokes and drink alcohol

Quirk: First Aid

Able to speed up the healing process of wounds using pulses of her energy sent out from her fingertips and transferred through touch.

The more serious the wound, the more energy it takes. She can’t heal anything major without draining a lot of her own energy.

Can pass out from overuse, sleeps to recharge. If she passes out from overusing it, she will have to sleep for about thirteen hours or longer.

Cannot heal herself, only others.

A side effect of her quirk is a lingering numbness like an anesthetic. 

Skills: Can perform first aid outside of her quirk and suture wounds.

Goals: Finish medical school with a Bachelor's Degree and become a full-time nurse

Insecurities: Hates her scars and regrets “ruining” herself

Fears: Losing Toya again

Introverted or Extroverted?: Extroverted

Optimistic or Pessimistic?: Pessimistic

Favorite Color: Pink

Favorite Food: Ramen with chopped green onion and a fried egg, preferably beef ramen.

Significant Other: Toya Todoroki (Dabi)

Friends: 

Toya Todoroki (Dabi)

Fuyumi Todoroki

Kimiko (Bartender)

Enemies: 

Ryuji Nagasaki

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Parents:

Mother: Saika Shinohara

Father: Kazuko Shinohara

Siblings: None

Childhood:

Sayaka and Toya Todoroki met when they were both six years old. They sat near each other in class, and Toya had tried to climb a tree to impress her before he fell, hurting himself. Sayaka healed him with her quirk, and they became very close friends throughout their childhood. Sayaka’s family often let Toya stay with them while he was having problems at home. The two of them often played together and had sleepovers. When they were eight years old, they made a pinky promise to get married when they grew up, so they would always be together. Sayaka was unaware of the abuse Toya was going through as a child because he hid it from her. When she saw the burns and asked what was wrong, Toya pushed her away. When Toya was thirteen, he had an accident with his quirk and “died’. Sayaka grieved him for years, having a panic attack at his funeral. Even though he was “dead”, she always hoped he was still out there.

Adolescence:

As a teen, Sayaka was under a lot of pressure from her parents to do well in school, so she could get into a good school and make good use of her healing quirk on the frontlines. As a result of this and experiencing the loss of Toya, she was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder and depression at fifteen after her parents found out she was harming herself. She received treatment with medication and therapy. She grieved Toya’s loss for years, secretly hoping he was still out there because his body was never found.

Adulthood: 

Sayaka graduated high school with a high GPA, getting into medical school and earning her Associate’s Degree in Nursing. At twenty two, she meets an upcoming Pro Hero named Ryuji Nagasaki who stops a guy from harassing her at a bar while she was out drinking with her friends. The two of them clicked and started dating fairly quickly. After a year, Sayaka and Ryuji got engaged before she moved into his apartment. Their relationship was a little rocky after getting married.They started to argue because Ryuji wanted children, but Sayaka wanted to focus on her career and was taking birth control. Ryuji became very controlling of Sayaka, telling her who she could spend time with and wear. He often gaslit her, making her think all of the problems in their marriage were because of her. He got upset at the lack of intimacy, often pressuring her to comply and lashing out when she rejected him. He became aggressive and violent throughout their marriage, throwing objects at the walls and physically abusing Sayaka as well as emotionally and verbally. Sayaka hid the abuse out of fear due to him being a Pro Hero who could ruin her reputation and the fact he was the source of income while she was only working part-time and attending medical school. She became depressed, turning to unhealthy coping mechanisms to distract herself from the reality of her situation. During this period, Ryuji was having an affair with a coworker of his. After learning Ryuji’s mistress was pregnant, Sayaka and Ryuji had a fight that resulted in her hitting him back and being choked. She attempted suicide by trying to overdose on sleeping pills that night only to be brought to the hospital by Ryuji. They got divorced after her attempt, Ryuji threatening her not to tell anyone about the abuse or he’d ruin her life. She kept quiet about it, accepting a large sum of money to keep quiet. She moves into her own apartment, coping with her trauma with drinking, sex with strangers, and smoking.

She finds Toya in a bar, not recognizing him at first because of the scars and the fact he’s technically been dead for twelve years. She recognizes him as Dabi, and ends up going home with him after spilling her secrets to him at the bar, thinking he was going to be another hookup. After revealing himself as her long-lost friend, she became emotional and expressed anger and resentment for leaving her behind. Regardless, she still loved him.

Dabi kills Ryuji Nagasaki by beating him severely and setting fire to his apartment building.

Criminal Record: None, but she is considered an accomplice due to being involved with a villain and the League of Villains

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1131: God of War's Birthday Blowout (King of Fighters)

8:45 p.m. at Blanctorche Family's Mansion's Dining Room........

Shen: (Looks Down at a Plate of Mini Seafood Like Patty Cakes Before Picking One Up For Closer Observation) So this is what a crab cake looks like, huh?

Ash: (Smiles Brightly) Oui!~ Freshly made just for the Birthday Boy himself.

Duo: We've managed to order a couple of crabs on the way here. Most of which held from Shanghai.

Elizabeth: (Crosses her Arms) And I've spent four and a half hours in the kitchen, making extra sure that each of them look and taste eligible enough to eat, so you better not leave a single patty left on either of those plates before the night ends.

Shen: (Shrugs) Hey, if it means I don't have to pay for anything in return, then I ain't complaining. (Takes a Bite off the Crab Cake He's Holding And Tastes It For a Few Seconds Before Nodding) Mm. Well, I'll be damned. (Finishes off the Crab Cake) This ain't half bad. (Starts Eating a Few More Crab Cakes From Out the Plate Before Turning to Elisabeth) You really outdone yourself here, Liz.

Elizabeth: (Simply Nodded) Naturally. Now, stop talking with your mouth full. It's a sign of bad manners.

Shen: There's no one else in here but the four of us, Liz. (Swallows his Food Down With One Gulp) Live a little for once.

Elisabeth: (Glares at Shen) Absolutely not! As long as you are under MY root, you will obey every rule I present to you.

Ash: I'd listen to Betty if I were you. Last time someone disobey a rule of hers, he received thirty whiplashes across the face before getting kicked out.

Elisabeth: (Rolls her Eyes) The riding crop doesn't have a lashe, Ash, and even then, I don't use it for childish antics.

Ash: (Casually Place Both his Hands Behind his Back) Our childhood says otherwise.

Elisabeth: (Gives Ash a Stern Sisterly Glare) That's was and will forever in the past! This is the present and right now, I advise you to take your role as the-

Ash: (Starts Rolling his Eyes) "Heir of the Blanctorche Family's Bloodline more seriously" yes, yes, I'm fully aware of that song and dance many times before. And I am willing to do so riiiiiiight after we celebrate the birth of our dear friend here. (Sits Next to Shen While Poking his Cheeks) How does it feel to be an old man now, Shenny?~

Shen: (Glares at Ash While Slapping his Finger Away From his Cheeks) Will you cut that shit out already? Being thirty isn't that old of an age!

Duo: But isn't as young of an age either. It's more in between if anything.

Ash: (Shrugs) Perhaps. (Forms a Sly, Shit Eating Grin on his Face) But just you wait. One of these days, those bones of yours are gonna give up on you and you'll be old enough to use a cane to walk with.

Shen: (Glares at Ash) Why use it for that, when I can knock your ass out with it instead?

Elisabeth: (Steps in Front of Ash While Giving Shen a Darken Glare on her Face) Hurt him and I will end you myself.

Ash: (Blows a Raspberry at Shen)

Shen: (Let's Out a Laugh) Hoho! Are those fighting words I'm hearing coming out your mouth there, Liz? (Starts Cracking his Knuckles While Givung Elisabeth a Competitive Smirk on his Face) Cause I'm more than happy to oblige to your request.

Elisabeth: And I'm more than happy to put you and foolish in your place. And my name is Elisabeth!

Duo: (Akready Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face) This is getting ridiculous. We're supposed to be enjoying ourselves this evening.

Ash: (Makes his Way to Duo Lon's Side) Duo Lon is right. (Starts Pouting at the Duo) Shame on you two for ruin our night tomorrow over your petty arguments~

Shen/Elisabeth: (Growls and Comically Glares at Ah Crimson) YOU'RE THE ONE WHO STARTED THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE, YOU TWERP!

Ash: Well, you two are more than welcome to play the blame game all you want. In the meantime, I'm going continue joining the party. (Picks the Crab Cake Up From the Plate and Takes a Bite off of It)

Duo: ('Sigh') Anywho, Shen, is there anything in particular you want to wish for on your birthday this year?

Shen: (Starts Grabbing his Chin While Thinking) Uhhh.......I dunno. Keep living and fight stronger opponents I guess?

Elisabeth: That's more one wish, you imbecile.

Shen: Well, those are the two I can think of right now, so take or leave it!

Duo: For my own sanity and patience, I'll take it as it is. (Raise his Glass Up) Here's hoping you continue to live your fruitful life for many years to come.

Shen: Wait, before we cheers to that, I wanna make a speech first.

Duo: Floor is yours then.

Shen: Thanks. Sooooo uhhh.....(Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) Truth be told, for as long as I can remember, I don't have any close friends growing up. Or any friends for the matter.

Ash: Friendless you say?

Elisabeth: That's not surprising.

Shen: (Comically Glares at the Duo) Shut it! (Clears his Throat Before Continuing Speaking) As what I was saying, I didn't have friends growing up, so having you guys as one after all these years later, is....kinda like a breath of fresh to me? I mean, don't get me wrong. You guys get on my nerves constantly, 'cept you, Duo Lon, you're the most tolerable of the bunch.

Duo: (Forms a Small Smirk on his Face) Naturally.

Shen: But regardless of all that, I'm glad to have you dorks as my pals. (Smiles Brightly) It makes life less dull around here than usual, ya know? And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Elisabeth: (Genuinely Surprised by the Speech) Wow. That's.....actually really thoughtful of you to say, Shen.

Ash: (Gives Shen a Hug) You really are the biggest softie ever~

Shen: (Casually Moves Ash Off of Him By Touching his Forehead) Watch it, half pint. Nothing about be is soft. I'm just saying it like it is.

Duo: And I applaud you for it. Now only if you try staying out of trouble this time around.

Elisabeth: Impossible.

Ash: He'll probably get himself in a bar fight in the next day or so.

Shen: (Comically Glares at The Duo Again) Have a little more faith in me than that, assholes!!

Duo: My faith in you below 50%.

Shen: (Turns to Duo) No one ask for percentages, smart ass!!

Elisabeth: Mines a ten.

Ash: Negative five~

Shen: STOP IT! ('Groans in Defeat') Whatever. Let's just cheers to our drinks before I get pissed all night (Holds Up Hos Along With the Others) To me being thirty.

Everyone: Cheers!

Happy Late Birthday to Shen Woo

@tampire

@thelexhex

@albion-93

@theweebmaster31

@cyber-wildcat

[streets-in-paradise]

Doin'the Barbie - Andy Barclay x (Fem)Reader

Warnings: Andy catches the reader trying on a Barbie costume and feels weirdly attracted. Expect some doll brand references. (The title for this comes from the song in the cassette included with 1989's Dance Club Barbie)

Summary: Andy accidentally discovers the surprise you are planning for your goddaughter's birthday party and feels conflicted about it.

Tags: @losersclubisms ( I posted it only just so you could see it because i have the feeling that you may like it)

The doorbell rang and you answered without second thoughts. Caught up as you were in the practice of your performance knowing you weren't expecting any visits, you would have never imagined to find your boyfriend waiting at the other side.

Andy surprised you as much as the situation he stumbled on surprised him. There was 80 funky music playing before you opened the door for him and he found you dressed in a strange outfit that screamed 80's.

A thight black crop top with one of the short sleeves falling at the side of your arm and three fluorescent roses in the chest combined with a bright pink Madonna - like short riffled skirt. It suited you wonderfully, but you looked to him like a very beautifull time traveller.

" Am I interrupting something? I'm sorry. I know I should have called, but before that even occured to me I was already on the way. "

You gave him a peck on the lips and invited him to sit on your couch.

" How can i blame you for missing me? I miss you all the time. I only wish you wouldn't have to see this, but I'm going to change real quick."

" You look amazing… Mind to explain? All of this is odd enough to make me curious, but I am not complaining. "

You wished you could just change clothes and ignore the topic because you were almost sure it was a conversation he wouldn't want to have.

" My goddaughter's birthday it's coming up and i am preparing for my role in the party. I know that sort of stuff is triggering for you, so we can skip it and that would be perfectly fine. "

He knew about her, the little girl was your best friend's daughter. A year after you both started dating the father abandoned the family and since then you have been more present than ever in the kid's life to cover up for the struggling mother in all the things surpassing her limitations. It almost made him consider leaving you despite you both were already so in love. He was worried for the kid and for you, fearing Chucky would get in the middle and ruin your lives. It wasn't easy for him to stay calm, since you pretty much had become to that kid what Aunt Maggie was once for him.

Still, he was so proud of you because you were damn awesome in that role.

" I don't mind hearing if you want to tell me. I promise I will let you know if it's getting uncomfortable for me."

" Well, she loves Barbie. Some time ago i gave her all my old Barbies and turns out my old favorite is also hers. I'm already giving her a brand new Barbie as a gift, but that's not the end of it. I have been preparing myself for months because i'm going to act as Barbie for her and her little friends at the party. "

You stood up in front of him, model posing pridefully.

" I'm Dance Club Barbie: hottest tv dancer coming with her own cassette of original songs. " You introduced yourself like if you were a doll in a commercial. " The party is going to have a mix of themes between Barbie and Stranger Things, so i'm going to lead the entertainment as the best dancer Barbie of the 80's. I recreated the outfit all by myself. "

He was a bit weirded, but it was more of himself than of you in particular. You were ríght assuming it was the kind of thing he would hate, but he didn't seem to loathe it on you.

" I can't argue with a pretty doll. What are you going to do? Dance, then fight demogorgons with a baseball bat? "

It made you chuckle, but that was a good sign.

" For the start, i'm practicing the children friendly dance routines for the doll's songs." You are explained ríght away. " I have been driving my coworkers insane singing the catchy Paula Abdul main song for the Barbie dance."

You sang a tiny bit of the " Doin the Barbie" song just to make fun of yourself and began to chuckle inmediately afterwards.

" I really wanna do the Barbie, you are insanely attractive to me ríght now. " He mocked you in a flirty tone. " Did you stop to think you are going to save a child's birthday as the favorite toy? Which is also your old favorite toy? That's so attractive of you. "

You giggled, genuinely surprised of his reaction.

" Wanna know a fun fact?" You wondered out loud, caressing his cheek . " Dance Club Barbie was one of the top selling dolls of 1989, so tecnically i'm also a market rival of the Good Guy. After the controversy ruined him I ended up kicking that ginger bastard's ass on sales."

He squeezed his hand tighter against the front side of his thight.

" Don't make it worse. I feel weird and horrible, you are just trying to bring joy to that girl as this sweet Barbie who is going to cheer the party. "

He stopped himself for an instant as a sudden realization made him spill an awkward ask.

" … Are you going to keep the costume afterwards?"

It was nothing like what you could have possibly expected from him.

" ANDY!" You called him out. " Since when are you into Barbies?"

" I don't like Barbies, I like you as one. There is a difference. "

You collapsed on the couch ríght beside him.

" For now the onlyone you are going to get is Kissing Barbie, banned from the market because kisses are her central talent. " You teased him, caressing his cheeks. " You could be Shaving Fun Ken, but without the shaving. I love this super hot beard. "

The rehearsal was completely postponed. Andy didn't get the banned dolls couple joke, but you were filling him with kisses anyways.

[bluefuecoco]

fuck it. middle of the night post about indispensable stardew mods.

Four categories. Basics, Quality of Life, Makes The Game Story Better, and Borderline Cheating let’s gooooo

this aint gonna include every mod necessary for other mods, like sometimes things will need SpaceCore, but I wouldn’t call it a basic for all modding

Basics:

Smapi (this is what runs all the mods)

Content Patcher (needed for so many fucking mods)

UI Info Suite (has billions of uses, some border on borderline cheating, but like where would i be without queen of sauce notifications)

Farm Type Manager (If you want to change your farm layouts)

Quality of Life:

Activate Sprinklers (cuz when the seasons change and your fields get fucked up wtf)

Automate (so you dont have to stand next to your furnaces all day to smelt things)

Basic Sprinkler Improved (ohhhh myg od no more + sign)

Extended Minecart (please why can i only minecart to 3 places)

Fashion Sense (better clothes and more hair and how do people live without it)

Flower Dancing (Concerned Ape i love youw hy is this not a thing in game)

Happy Birthday (i also deserve a birthday, thank you!!!!)

NPC Map Locations (i do nto have time to memorize the wiki)

Walk Through Trellis (let me step through my beans)

Hats Won’t Mess Up Hair (again, eric, why)

Makes Story Better:

Any Dialogue Expansion

Demetrius Tomato Dilemma (if that heart event pisses you off)

De-Creepy’d Demetrius (no more dad threatening)

Diverse Stardew Valley (please its so good, and includes seasonal outfits!)

Diverse Ginger Island (take that colonialism shit OUT OF HERE)

Seasonal Outfits (makes the game feel SO much more alive)

Gender Neutrality Mod (give me the beat boys and free my soul)

Hippie Desert Trader (you know why)

Penny 2-Heart Event Edit (you KNOW why)

Life Cycle (you know when story of seasons games had rival heart events?)

Short Goblin Nose (HELLO!!!!)

Build Health (i should get stronger naturally. also Build Endurance)

Part of the Community (cuz befriending one should befriend more)

Borderline Cheating: (yeah its kinda cheating but it feels GOOD ok) Better Mixed Seeds (all the crops) Chests Anywhere (when you go to robin’s but dont remember how much resources you need to upgrade your shit) DeepWoods (like the mines but for foraging) Discoveries in the Depths (give me better mining stuff) Mail Services Mod (if i spend 10k gold to upgrade my tools, the least he can do is mail it) Skull Cavern Elevator (mr. qi doent need to know) Wear More Rings (i have more than 2 fingers) Winter Grass (please dont delete my grass)

[abalidoth]

🌻

Oh shit I totally missed this one, I'm sorry! I was doing Weird Tessa Stories for these, right? Alright, a long one to make up for the delay -- the worst photo experience of my life.

So the year is 2017, I'm finishing up my Ph.D. in Laramie, WY. I'm massively stressed and dissociating all the time from both the stresses of academia and four years in the closet. This was distinctly in my "nail polish and skirt goes on Friday afternoon and comes off Sunday evening" era. I'm also looking for jobs to get OUT of Laramie.

My parents see my LinkedIn picture, which at that point was a selfie, and as a birthday present they offer to buy me a professional photography session to get a nice looking picture for my website/linkedin/etc. Okay, this seems fine. They find a photographer, I go meet with her.

I immediately get Weird Vibes from her. Her office is in this loft thing downtown with tons of example pictures, it looks like she specializes in senior photos and wedding photoshoots but in a way that feels very pandering to that crowd? Also she's talking about her second vacation home in Colorado so I'm like, lady you're already wealthy why the fuck are you doing this

She's incredibly solicitous, all praise and flattery and fluff. Her emails are downright florid, and she's the same way in person. She's the walking incarnation of a Hobby Lobby wooden Bible verse sign.

But the most salient part of the consultation for this story is that she insists on COMING TO YOUR HOUSE to critique your wardrobe.

She comes over and paws through my selection of Guy Clothes (which despite making up most of my wardrobe, I don't care that much about at this point) while constantly making comments to Emma about "Oh, haha, he's such a guy, you know how men are!"

(Emma, for her part, is doing a valiant job of defending me against this dysphoria without actually outing me, because she's the best.)

So, a suit that fits her specifications is selected and the day of photographs comes around. At this point, if I was paying for this myself, I would have bailed long ago; but it was a gift from my parents and I'm debilitatingly conflict averse, so out I went.

Immediately she takes me to a back alley in Laramie. I ask her why, she says she wants to get some casual shots of me first. I tell her I'm just here for business shots, she tells me to loosen up, it'll be fun!

Did I mention I'm conflict averse?

So I'm standing there in an alley, holding my suit jacket over my shoulder in the most awkward possible way, staring at a piece of graffiti that says "JESUS SUCKED YOUR DAD'S COCK", when I start to realize that maybe this has all gone a little off the rails.

Eventually we do get some good professional shots by the river.

A couple weeks later she calls me in for a consultation. I bring Emma along for moral support, because the weird vibes at this point are getting pretty overwhelming. The photographer sets up a projector and shows off these hugely blown-up portraits of me on the wall, saying "Oh, getting a print of this size is only $930, I have one above my couch!"

(Also, she's showing off the alley pictures. I do not want the alley pictures. I think maybe Modern Tessa could pull it off in like a crop top or something, but Awkward 2017 Closet Tessa in a suit could not. We tell her we do not want the alley pictures. She shows us more alley pictures.)

Each time, she's trying to talk us down and down to smaller and smaller sizes of print. My dysphoric ass at the time doesn't want ANY picture of myself hanging on the wall; also, that's just not the tenor of our decor at all. We keep politely saying no.

Also keep in mind that MY PARENTS HAVE ALREADY PAID HER FOR THE PHOTOGRAPHS.

Eventually we're just blunt with her: my parents already paid, can you just give us the digital files? We hired you for a LinkedIn photo, you have taken the photos, we don't want prints.

She says "I don't give out digital files."

Not once during this whole process has she mentioned this; not once in all the times that either my parents or myself have told her that this is for job hunting. We say this, and additionally say "When we hired our wedding photographer, she gave us a thumbdrive with ALL the pictures she took, AND the retouches, as part of the package."

This woman has the fucking gall to say "Well, I'm sure some people do that, but not serious portrait photographers."

We manage to get out of there without buying a fucking poster-size print of Jesus Cock Alley Tessa. I call my parents and tell them the situation. My parents, eminently practical people, say they'll deal with it.

Two days later I get an email from her, forwarded from my dad. It has the subject "linked in photo attached", no text, and a single medium-resolution picture from the river photoshoot, and I never hear from her again.

[vibrantlifeboringdeath]

Tag Game to Better Know You

tagged by the very lovely @zozobruh thank you SO much for thinking of me <3

What book are you currently reading?

it WAS Time is a Mother, the poetry collection by Ocean Vuong, but it's currently lost on the london subway :( next on the list though is Secret History, my friend got it for me for christmas and I really wanna start!!!

what’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?

I'm ngl I don't think I've been to the cinema yet this year!! But I'm very excited for Asteroid City (which I might get to see this week) and Barbie. I am becoming very unhinged about Barbie tbh-

I will say though, I REALLY wanna see Banshees of Inisherin that u mentioned in ur own post!!!

what do you usually wear?

monochrome (with the occaisional splash of red or blue), short skirt & long jacket (like the cake song), lots of jacket pins. I wore a dress on saturday that was a bit risky in terms of my dysphoria but i FUCKING LOVED IT ACTUALLY. I also adore my new barbie crop top-

how tall are you

5 foot 10-ish I think??

what’s your star sign? do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

I'm an aires and I have the same birthday as Nathan Fillion, Mariah Carey, Christine Sydelko from Vine & apparently a bunch of tiktok stars I've never heard of lmao

do you go by your name or a nickname?

my name, Envy. A couple of people have tried V against my will, I hate it tbh

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

When I was a child I did not even know I was a girl lmao. I wanted to be a rockstar and I *am* in a band though, so????

are you in a relationship? if not, who is your crush if you have one?

oh boy lmao (I'm single and mostly fine with it. I think I need to figure myself out a bit before I think too much about this one)

what’s something you’re good at vs something you’re bad at?

I am good at playing guitar. Not great, competent. I lack the focus to really grind out the practice to break the barrier into being Really Really Good at something. So I guess I'm bad at learning??? But my actual answer to that is I'm bad at picking up on social queues/figuring out where I stand with people

dogs or cats?

I love them both, I love going to someone's house and they have a dog, but I'd personally rather live with a cat

if  you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite  picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this  year?

A lot of what I've written this year are song lyrics that are NOT ready for anyone else's eyes lmao. You can have this little snippet from an Our Flag Means Death fic I'm working on though:

The dull Toronto sky barely seemed real as Ed stared gloomily out of his studio apartment window. The whole city felt fleeting, a hastily-painted backdrop to an imitation of life that looked as if it could start peeling away at any moment. He remembered coming here with his mother as a teenager, resenting the city’s skyscrapers for blocking his view of home, all the friends he had to leave behind. It was childish to feel that way again, Ed thought, but he also knew he couldn’t help it. Stede made him happier than he’d ever thought possible, and everything that came between them was cruel in its indifference. They hadn’t arranged when to see each other again – that was normal, Ed needed to know his schedule before he could commit, and he normally called from a payphone once he had something to offer. But the wait until then didn’t make it any easier.

what is something that you’d like to create content for?

I want to make a video game lmao. I started designing a top-down shooter a while ago to see how it felt and I. It activated all the special interest neurons in my brain I want to make game mechanics and spend ages making little pixel art icons bc I will get v obsessive about the art style and- but that's not really what the question was lmao. Uh. I've only recently started getting into writing fanfic and stuff, I'm writing for Our Flag Means Death right now but I had some ideas in high school for Doctor Who fics that I might dust off at some point-

what’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

YuGiOh, our flag means death, whatever Ryan Gosling has going on right now

what’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

my year has NOT been going how i expected it to at all and some of it stings a bit, I won't lie, but that's unfair of me because things are really, really good when I get over myself and really think about it. I am happy, I'm just a little bit insane, but I'm leaving the place that is making my mental health tank in about a month so things are looking up!! and they were already good, I just!!!

what’s a hidden talent of yours?

I am good at So Few Things, I would not hide a talent, I am trying to seem like a good hire

are you religious?

No, but I think the sense of community and catharsis and connection to something so much bigger than myself I get when I see my favourite artists at a concert is close to the feeling I think a lot of people are chasing, and can feel, when explorign their faith. I would say I'm some kind of spiritual but I think that feeling just comes from Us, not because there's something Bigger out there

what’s something you wish to have at this moment?

A reason to leave this island Right Now I'm moving up north to be with my friend in a month and I could NOT be more excited but this is going to be the longest month of my life lmao

going to tag @school-marm-charm if u fancy sharing!! No pressure though <3