#i made a new friend in class! and we hanged out for 3 hours one day

[mihai-florescu]

I hate to admit it but ensemble stars training has genuinely improved my life and it's only been 3 days. Well maybe things were gonna get good anyway but id like to think it's because of the app

[permanentswaps]

New Tricks Pt. 3

Inspired by needsastory. Read Part 1 and Part 2 first!

Ben’s POV

Dad in my body burst back in through the door less than an hour later, his expression a mix of frustration and disappointment. I raised an eyebrow, curious about the sudden return.

"You weren’t gone very long, what happened?" I asked, confused.

Tom let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Kim's parents came back from their vacation early. She wasn't expecting them, but she told me I couldn’t stay the night anymore."

"So, does that mean … ?" I started to ask.

Dad, frustrated, said. "Yeah, we made out a bit, but... we didn't get to fuck," he admitted, a bit frustrated.

"Thank god," I said

Tom shot me a curious look. "Why? You worried I was gonna set expectations too high for when we swap back?"

I hesitated for a moment before explaining, "If you had fucked with her, it might have made the swap permanent. We'd be stuck like this forever."

As I verbalized the thought, a strange mix of emotions washed over me. Despite the initial shock and frustration of being trapped in my dad's body, I was definitely coming around to the idea of staying like this. The prospect of embodying the masculinity and strength I had always admired was strangely appealing.

Dad seemed to sense my conflicting emotions and raised an eyebrow. "You sound almost disappointed," he said, amused.

I chuckled nervously. "Yeah, well... I guess I am.” I admitted, scratching the back of my head awkwardly.

To my surprise, Dad didn't seem fazed by my confession. Instead, he leaned back against the door frame, crossing his arms thoughtfully. "You know, even if this isn't permanent, maybe we should consider staying like this for a bit," he suggested, his tone surprisingly earnest.

I stared at him in disbelief, caught off guard by his proposal. But as I mulled over his words, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within me.

"Yeah," I replied slowly, a tentative smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Maybe we should."

Tom’s POV

Over the next week, I found myself surprisingly at ease in Ben’s routine.

I really liked hanging out with Ben's friends. They were a cool group, each with their own quirks and personalities. One of his friends, in particular, stood out to me - Colin. We chatted a lot at school, sharing jokes and stories between classes. It was easy to see why Ben enjoyed his company so much.

"So, you coming to watch the game tonight?" Colin asked, tossing his backpack over his shoulder as we walked to our next class.

I nodded, a smile playing on my lips. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. You ready to crush it out there on the field?"

Colin grinned, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "You know it, man. We're gonna dominate!"

Later that day, Colin and I stood on the sidelines, watching the girls' soccer team play before the boys went on. I couldn't help but admire Kim. She was a force to be reckoned with on the field, her determination evident in every move she made.

"Damn, she's really good," Colin said, nudging me with his elbow.

I quickly looked at him before shifting my attention back to the field and grinning. "Yeah, she's something else, isn't she?"

But my attention didn’t stay focused on the field for long. Stealing another quick glance at Colin, I began to admire him too. His hair tousled from his earlier warm-up run, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his skin - he was undeniably cute.

"You okay, man?" Colin asked, noticing my distraction.

"Yeah, just... admiring the view," I replied casually, hoping he wouldn't pick up on the sudden shift in my thoughts.

As the week progressed, I couldn't shake the realization that Ben might be a bit of a repressed bisexual. It wasn't a problem for me - I had already come to terms with being gay and was out and proud. But I made a mental note to ask him about it when we switched back.

Despite the newfound comfort in Ben's life, there was still a lingering sense of sadness. I missed the muscles I had worked so hard for, the physical strength that had become a part of my identity. But as I looked around at Ben's friends, at the camaraderie and laughter they shared, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to take a walk in his shoes, if only for a little while.

Ben’s POV

Over the next week, I found myself reveling in the virility of my new body. It was a strange sensation, feeling the raw power coursing through my veins, the result of years of dedication and hard work that had sculpted my dad's muscular physique.

I indulged in activities that I had only dreamed of before. With each passing day, I spent more time in the gym, pushing my body to its limits and relishing in the sensation of strength and vitality that surged through me.

But despite the exhilaration of my newfound physical prowess, there were moments when the tension built up, the strain of unfamiliar muscles protesting against the strain of my workouts. It was then that I decided to treat myself to a massage, hoping to alleviate the knots and tightness that had accumulated over the week.

As I entered the massage parlor, I was greeted by a super attractive guy, somewhere between my current age and my old body’s age. His warm smile and soothing demeanor immediately put me at ease, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest as he led me to the massage room.

"So, what brings you in today?" the masseur asked, his voice gentle and inviting as he prepared the massage table.

I shrugged, trying to play it cool despite the nerves that fluttered in my stomach. "Just feeling a bit tense lately. Thought a massage might help."

He nodded understandingly, motioning for me to lie down on the table. "Don't worry,m you're in good hands," he reassured me with a wink, causing my heart to skip a beat.

As his skilled hands began to work their magic, kneading away the tension that had built up in my muscles, I couldn't help but relax into the sensation. It was like all the stress and worries of the past week melted away under his touch, leaving me feeling lighter and more at peace than I had in ages.

"Wow, you're really good at this," I murmured appreciatively, my eyes drifting shut as I surrendered myself to the blissful experience.

He chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Just doing my job," he replied modestly, though there was a hint of pride in his voice.

As the massage continued, lost in the sensation of his hands moving over my body with practiced skill. Eventually, his hands made their way down to my waist and torso. Quickly, I felt my cock start to harden and peak through the towel he had laid across my lap.

“I am so sorry.” I apologies profusely, my cheeks turning red.

“No worries at all.” He said, trying to hide a smirk. “Happens all the time”

“Should we stop.” I ask.

He hesitated. “Normally I would say that we should take a break, but,” he winked at me, “that's not really want I want to do with a guy like you.”

He swiftly to grasped my dick before taking it all in his mouth and continuing to rub my muscles with his hands. As he sucked me off on the table, I arched my back and raised my arms up to flex towards the ceiling. In that moment of ecstasy, I thought to myself.

“There is no way I am ever giving this body up.”

I gently stroked his chin with my thick fingers, guiding him up to kiss me. Then, whispering in his ear, I said. “How about I make you feel good too.” Before grabbing his ass.

He quickly took off the rest of his clothes and straddled me over the table before we started making out again. As he lowers his ass, I begin teasing his hole with my cock. He feels up my biceps again and moans, “oh you’re so sexy daddy.”

That's all the confirmation I needed. I thrust upwards, holding onto his waist with both hands, and feel my thick cock enveloped by his warm hole. Immediately I feel a bit dizzy, but as quickly as the feeling comes, its replaced by a sense of incredible clarity. In that moment I knew, I was Tom, forever.

Tom’s POV – Epilogue

Three years had passed since my dad made the swap permanent, and while I was initially upset, I couldn't deny that I had lucked out.

Sure, I no longer had a super muscular physique, but my new body was undeniably cute, and that counted for something.

Once I knew this was my life to live, I made some changes. First thing was I decided to break up with Kim. It wasn't an easy choice, but as I came to terms with my evolving identity, I realized that my heart belonged elsewhere. Despite this new body being bisexual, I found that my preferences leaned heavily towards guys. I also, began to update my style, since, unlike dad, I didn't care about what the other guys at school would say.

About a year after the swap, I met my boyfriend, Zander. He was everything I had ever dreamed of in my old life- kind, funny, and super super romantic. With him by my side, I felt like I could take on the world.

In a twist of fate, I also found unexpected success as a model in my new body. While Dad had always complained about his delicate features – in the model industry they were actually an asset. And besides, he was always concerned that people thought he looked gay, but now, with me in control, this body was gayer than it had ever been.  

Now I make an absolute killing, and I get  to enjoy the perks of fame and fortune while still in my twenties. Even though I didn’t choose this body, I now can’t even imagine living my life any other way.

Ben’s POV – Epilogue

I know what you're probably thinking - I must be crazy for giving up my old body. And yeah, maybe I am a little crazy, but it's a decision I don't regret in the slightest.

Since the swap, Benji - as he now prefers to be called - has thrived in my body. It's like he's living out the life he always wanted but never had the chance to before. And I have to admit, seeing him so happy and fulfilled brings a sense of warmth to my heart.

As for me? Well, I've found myself exploring a whole new side of life that I never knew existed. I’ve kept on hitting the gym, and I think it looks even better than when Benji was still controlling it.

Dating guys might not have been something I ever imagined myself doing, but there's something undeniably freeing about it - like shedding the expectations and constraints of my old life and stepping into something new and exciting.

While Benji may be going steady in my old body, I haven’t slowed down at all. There’s constantly a new twink in my bed, begging to be railed by me. Even though each twink is cuter than the last – I still regret that I am related to my old body, otherwise I would’ve fucked him a long time ago. That said, he would never do the kinky stuff I’m into now. Now, every Grindr hookup we experiment with leather, bondage, BDSM … and I always go in raw so that I can fill their insides with my seed. After all, with a body like this, life is too short to play it safe.

[babsisbakery]

The reunion (Ona Batlle x reader)

It has been 10 years since your graduation. Consequently, there will be a reunion and because you were the class representative you had to organise everything. Finding a date beforehand for everyone to have time to be present wasn’t easy. The next step was to send out invitations which did ask your former classmates if they’ll show up with a plus one or not. There were a few bets placed before you all parted ways, except for close friends of course, so you were eager to find out who for example had the first child or who was still single. You of course asked your remarkable girlfriend Ona if she’d be interested in joining you, anyone who bet on you to remain single on this day was so goddamn wrong that you couldn’t stop grinning. Since she held so much love for you, she agreed even though she only knew 3 people attending. Your two best friends, sadly one of them can’t bring their partner due to sickness. She wasn’t great with many new people but she’ll manage for one evening, her words not yours. You knew of her difficulty in large crowds but you promised to be by her side the whole event.

Considering Ona and your need to avoid last minute disasters, you bought matching outfits for the event. An extra fit was also purchased, if somehow the original fit got a stain or you changed your mind. Great to have oooptions. Therefore, the full-back picked out a black suit, whereas you chose a neat dress which exposed your left thigh to drive your girlfriend crazy. Plan B was similar, the only magnificent difference was the colour, it was Sacramento. If you don’t have to use plan b, it will be worn on the next award show your talented girlfriend has to attend, no doubt pleading you to accompany her.

Finally, the day of the reunion arrived. It was one of Ona’s free days. You spend it cuddling and watching Harry Potter, in Spanish. To make it easier for your girl, additionally to improve your Spanish. When it was time to get ready, which was a few hours before the actual event, you started to do your makeup. Ona and you preferred a more natural look which meant you didn’t spend much time doing it. “Mi amor you look so incredibly gorgeous, I can’t believe my eyes right now.” Ona’s jaw was hanging open. You were a blushing mess at seeing her reaction. “Th-th-Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself cariño.” Deciding its time to get dressed, showing your outfit to the full-back for the first time. Prior to this Ona hasn’t seen it yet. She was lost for words. Her eyes roamed shamelessly your body. 

It was as if her hands had a mind of their own, as they found their place on your waist pulling you into her. Standing right in front of her, lips almost touching. Additionally, your girlfriend towered slightly over you. Her hand sliding along your exposed left thigh. Your breath hitched. Standing on your tippy toes you broke the tension and kissed her. What initially started as a soft and tender kiss turned into a passionate make-out session. Tongues fighting for dominance, she bit into your lower lip. Subsequently saving the win for your girl but you for sure weren’t going to give up this easily next time. Next, she went to nibble under your ear. Your legs turned to jelly, mind completely foggy. The only thoughts you had were about your girlfriend and yourself doing not innocent things. Her making you unable to walk afterwards. Ona found way her up to whisper seductively into your ear, “You’ll be the death of me amor. This dress fits you so well. I want to do so many things to you.” Then reality hit you, you remembered how you ended up in this position. Quickly removing yourself from Ona’s proximity. Ona was confused, why the hell did you pull away. “Cariño we can’t, we need to leave in a few minutes.” You saw your reflection in the wardrobe mirror and gasped, “my lipstick is smeared,” turning your head to check if hers was smeared as well, “oh god, yours too. Okay let’s fix the mess we made and head out. As much as I wished to continue what we were heading to, we sadly don’t have time for it. Maybe later though.” You shot her a suggestive wink. The midfielder had a flabbergasted look on her face, after getting her brain to function normally again she went to you. Fixing your lipstick with her fingers, “Done”. You did the same in return. Both of you smiling from ear to ear. Shoes put on as well as purses ready to go, you headed out. Ona was driving as you loved to be her passenger princess. Her hand was always on your thigh. Squeezing it from time to time to get a reaction out of it. Breath hitched.  

After a short drive to the location you were the first to arrive, just as you had planned. You were the “host” which meant your duty was to greet everyone. Ona was by your side the entire time, you introduced her to the people you knew. She seemed to relax with each introduction she got into the flow of small talk. Some were nicer than others, which you had expected but it was uncalled for. Giving them a dirty look, no one messes with your woman or they’ll have to deal with a fuming Y/n.

Most people were chatting and mingling around. Whereas your girlfriend was directing you towards the open bar. She had to calm her mind because this event would be draining a lot of her social battery. “Cariño do you want your usual order or try something else?” you asked. Ona weighted her options for a second before replying with a sheepish smile, “The usual please.” Waving the bartender over you ordered two vodka lemons neat. To show gratitude the full-back pecked your lips. Just as your drinks were done, three former classmates joined your company. It was good to catch up with them but you could sense Ona occasionally zoning out. By the time they went back to chat to others, your drinks were already finished. Since Ona was the driver she couldn’t drink anymore but she wouldn’t stand in the way of your consumption. She damn well knew you required another one to get through the whole night. Despite this you refused another alcoholic beverage, if Ona couldn’t drink then you wouldn’t too.

Eventually you went to the crowd. Joining a small group to mingle. Loud voices surrounded you, music on a medium volume to be able to converse. It was getting to overwhelming for your girlfriend. Yet again you noticed your girlfriend zoning out, something wasn’t right. Whispering in her ear you asked “Mi vida are you alright?” She played it cool and responded “No, don’t worry all good.” It was hard to believe her words, yet you trusted her to tell you when it would get in a critical stage. In the middle of your conversation, Ona excused herself to go to the bathroom.

A few minutes have gone by and the full-back still hasn’t returned. As a concerned girlfriend you left your group to find her. Firstly, you checked the bathroom but she must have finished her business here. Next you checked if she was somewhere in the location. No luck. Your final option was to go to the balcony and hope she’ll be there, which she was. Her breathing was irregular, she was squatting and shivering. This rung your alarm bells. You went into full blown protective mode. In her state you knew she wouldn’t be able to leave right now, you decided to run and get her your coat from the car. Luckily the keys were in your clutch. Taking the coat and getting a glass of water on the way you arrived at Ona’s side in record time. Without saying a word, you handed her the water and covered her with your jacket. She took a few sips. Squatting before her, you placed your hand on her cheek. “Bebe what’s wrong, are you overwhelmed?” Her only response was a nod. “Take deep breaths for me okay, repeat after me.” You took her hand and placed it over your heart. This gesture helps to calm her down usually. Hence why you had to try it out. Ona lifted her head to look in your eyes. Taking deep breaths for her to mimic you. After a few moments she matched your breathing, she seemed to calm down. Your presence always calmed her down. Leaning into you she sighted “Gracias mi cielo. I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t here to help me.” You whispered “Shhh let’s not think about this okay. I am here, with you and I’ll be with you for eternity my dear.” Ona’s head was now on your shoulder, seeking the comfort she desperately needed this instant.

To see her in such a state was never pleasant, your heart crushed for your lover. You knew her limits for the evening were reached. Subsequently, you decided that enough is enough, time to go home. Even if Ona tried to argue with you to stay for a while longer you wouldn’t let her torture herself. Your mind was made up the moment you saw her helpless form on the balcony.

You went around as quickly as possible to say your goodbye’s, only out of politeness and maybe because your girlfriend insisted you to do so. You would’ve preferred to drive your girlfriend home but after receiving a harsh glare you didn’t dare to argue further.

Once this was finished, you were comfortably seated in the car. This time with you in the driver’s seat. Both of you buckled up, you started short drive. You decided to take Ona’s mind off by sharing something you had found out during the constant chatting, “Julia had the first child, the one who lives in Australia” “Ah you bet on her didn’t you amor.” Your girlfriend knew you too well by your shy smile she could tell she was right which made her smirk. “Which means I got from every participant 5 bucks. Take-out is on me.” A snort left Ona, “Most take-outs are on you, you won’t let me pay for anything amor.” “Well I love spoiling you darling.” The ride was filled with some light banter being exchanged.

Upon arriving at your destination, you both agreed, what to order and to simply enjoy the rest of the night cuddled up on your shared bed with lots of blankets, hot chocolate, the ordered food and many kisses.

[jaegersdevil]

𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 - 𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙧

Guitarist!Eren x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sasha invites you to a gig with her new band, which leads to a certain guitarist taking an immediate interest in you.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, a little suggestive (not really), singing (yes, this is a warning).

w/c: 3k

a/n: i took this from my other blog, rewrote it for eren, and here we are. i will admit it was lazy of me, but i love that fic so much i had to have it for eren <3 [images from pinterest].

“I promise you’ll love them. They’re like brothers to me,” Sasha giggled. “This is gonna be awesome!” 

You smiled as she spoke over the sound of her Doc Martens slapping the concrete. Sasha carried a tote bag full of what you didn’t know. All you had was your phone and a lip gloss tube, clueless about why Sasha insisted on taking so many belongings to the gig. 

Sasha only joined her band as a lead singer last month, and you hadn’t seen them perform yet. After almost failing your mid-terms, you and Sasha met at a study group last semester. You were in different majors, so hang-outs weren’t as frequent, hence why you hadn’t met her other friends yet–save for Jean, who had ploughed into a study session and demanded Sasha’s attention one afternoon and ended with the three of you in a club. Only this semester did you actually share another class with Sasha and Jean, which allowed you to become closer. You had never met the other two original band members – Eren and Armin, and the rest of her friend group – Connie and Mikasa, who both had no musical bones in their bodies. 

Sasha had you listen to some demos over the few weeks she had been a part of it all, and you were beyond proud of your friend.

“I think there’ll be a huge turnout tonight. Eren told his college friends, and Armin invited his study group. But Mikasa is visiting her brother and Connie… I assume he’s gonna show up; who knows, though,” Sasha shook her head. “Anyway, I can’t wait to get out there,” She grabbed your arm, a wide grin on her lips. “Aren’t you so excited? I am. I want you to hear these songs so badly.” 

Your heart doubled in size as you listened. Sasha was completely enamoured with the band despite only being in it for a short period, and you guessed that’s what made the boys so grateful to have her around—she was just as passionate as they were. 

You smiled brightly at her and nodded. “I’m so proud of you, Sash. Soon, I’ll be waiting hours to get front-row at your concerts.” Then you widen your eyes jokingly. “I’ll have to fight teenagers to get tickets!”  

Sasha stopped you and turned toward you. She wore a giddy smile and shook her head. “You won’t be in line. You’ll be backstage. Duh.” Then she latched onto your other arm and shook your shoulders, both of you sharing the same elation, laughing together.

“Hey! What’re you girls doing?” A voice called from a car. You didn’t think Sasha’s smile could get any bigger until she peeked around you to wave at her bandmate. Jean sat in his beat-up Subaru on the curb. Sasha grabbed your hand and pulled you along toward the car. 

“Just discussing our future success,” She exclaimed, opening the passenger door and sliding in. You got in the backseat and watched Sasha yank the aux cord from Jean’s hand. Jean rolled his eyes and put his foot on the accelerator, pulling away from the sidewalk and back into the traffic. 

“Hi, Y/n,” Jean greeted, ignoring Sasha’s rambling about a new song she heard. 

You smiled at him in the rearview mirror. “Hey, you ready?”

Jean nodded, wincing at the volume of the music that started playing before he shouted over the music. “Born ready.” 

Sasha sang the lyrics to a song you’d never heard before Jean turned it down. “How did your date with Nic go? You never got back to me.” 

Sasha instantly reddened. Niccolo was a guy in her food technology class who had asked her out with beef ravioli and roses. “Good…” 

“That doesn’t sound very convincing,” You laugh. Sasha spun around in her seat, her grin wide. 

“Ugh, fine! Since you both want to hear about it so bad,” She teased. 

Jean shook his head. “Not really, I was just being nice...” He mumbled. 

Sasha ignored him as she spoke. “It was so perfectly incredible! The pasta was mind-blowing, and he brought this wine, and when I tell you, it was perfectly paired with the beef, oh! Everything was so perfect.” 

“Perfect, huh?” Your lips were pulled into a side smile at how often she used the word ‘perfect’. 

“It’s okay to be jealous, Y/n,” Sasha laughed, then she cupped her mouth playfully so only Jean could hear. “She hasn’t gotten with anyone for months.” Sasha threw you a teasing look and a cheeky smile before returning her gaze to the road. 

Your mouth opened and closed after hearing her, no words forming on your lips as Jean laughed. You sighed obnoxiously and turned your attention to your phone. The pair in the front shared a few whispers before Jean spoke.

“We’re sorry, Y/n. I bet there’ll be someone here tonight. There’s a lot of people coming.” He said, no hint of sarcasm in his tone. You met his eyes through the rearview mirror. “But I know Eren needs some, too, jeez!” 

Sasha slapped Jean on the shoulder. “No! I will not let him anywhere near my beautiful Y/n.” It was the first time since this morning that you’d heard her voice so serious. “She will not be his rebound.” 

“Yeah, I don’t want to be a rebound, Jean. But thanks, though.” You falsely smiled and looked out the window. The sun had started setting a half hour ago, and the sky was painted a deep tangerine. 

“Just saying! Ever since he broke up with Historia, he’s been so pissed off. Nearly had my head on a stick because I ordered tomatoes on his sandwich. He’s fucking crazy!” 

You had heard stories of Eren, mostly from Sasha. Tall, green-eyed, goofy, and moody. He intrigued you, yet you’d never seen him. 

“Okay, Y/n. Jean and I are going backstage for like 20 minutes. Will you be okay on your own? I don’t want to leave you alone, and I know you hate that.” Sasha explained as the car pulled into a parking spot behind the small venue. 

You nodded in approval and got out of the car.  “Yeah, that’s fine, don’t worry about me. Go be a rockstar.” 

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

You stood at the front of the crowd, securing the spot the moment you entered the doors of the building. As expected, the venue was packed. Knowing Sasha was beyond ecstatic, you didn't doubt she was a little nervous. 

Your mouth was sticky from the fresh layer of lip gloss you applied not 2 minutes ago, and you moved your lips together to ensure it was evenly coated. You wiped the corners of your mouth with your fingertips, and a short cough rang through the room, indicating one of the band member's microphones was on. You looked up and noticed an unfamiliar set of eyes focused on you. Your gaze quickly darted away to notice Jean already sitting at his place behind the drums and again to see another new face on the other side of the stage. A boy with blonde hair held a bass guitar. All who was missing from the stage was Sasha. 

Suddenly, the lights turned a deep purple, and the chords of ‘Monodrama’ started playing through the speakers. You looked back towards the first guy whose hair hung in his eyes as he plucked at his guitar strings, his body hunched over slightly. You watched him in curiosity and confusion. Were they starting without Sasha? 

But your question was soon answered when Sasha came running out on stage, a microphone up to her lips as she sang the first line. Your face broke out in a smile. As the song continued, you saw her become more comfortable in front of this many people. She pointed at you and jumped around. 

You nodded to the beat, mouthing the lyrics you knew before your eyes drifted to the brunette electric guitarist. Eren. As he played, his eyes met yours again. His dimples indented his face as he smirked, tongue poking his right cheek. You felt your face go warm, and soon, he leaned forward into his mic to join Sasha on the chorus. You were in awe of how well their voices went together. He knew what he was doing and wasn’t afraid to show it. 

Eren opened his eyes to see you staring at him after the chorus. Shivers ran down his spine as he watched you sing the words to the song he wrote. Sure, many girls had done exactly what you were doing, but the difference was he knew who you were—Sasha’s best friend. The girl who his bandmate never shut up about, and Eren had been eager to meet you. He continued your minor stare-off, grinning smugly to himself when you broke the eye contact, a smile of your own pulling at your lips. 

The lights had turned blue throughout the song, highlighting Eren's high cheekbones and jawline. You had to force your eyes away from him to gain control over yourself.

Once the fourth song ended, Sasha spoke to Eren before she went backstage for a break. Her shoes were killing her. Four songs of jumping around. Four songs of a game of cat and mouse to start between you and Eren. One would look away when the other glanced in their direction, and only thrice had you caught each other staring.

You watched as Eren walked up to the lead microphone, his Converse only feet away from you. Expecting a new song to start, you kept your eyes on the bass drum to stop yourself from looking up at Eren. You didn’t expect him to take a step forward and crouch before you. Your eyebrows raised when he held your gaze, his fingers moving in a lazy come hither motion. When you pushed onto your toes, he leaned down to your ear, his hot breath on your neck. His palm rested on the side of your neck, no doubt feeling your pulse racing.

“Next one’s for you.” He said. His voice was so thick you’d think this throat was lined with honey, golden and sweet, and the crowd around you faded as your ears rang. Eren pulled away from you and used his ring-clad finger to brush the tip of your nose. Your ears went hot, and you took a deep breath to control your racing heart.

Maybe being a rebound wasn't such a bad idea when the culprit looked like him. Sasha would have your neck for even thinking that.

The room turned green, and for a second, you thought you must've fallen into a dream. Eren towered over you, his teeth pulling at his bottom lip as he adjusted the microphone stand, maintaining eye contact with you. It was a sensual moment that should only occur in the depths of the night in a bedroom. His dimples and devilish smile were the cause of the butterflies in your stomach, and you had never felt under such scrutiny. But it was an illusive feeling to be the focal point of his attention.

You knew the song as soon as Eren started playing. Tonight You Are Mine. The sound brought you out of your daze. 

“This is a new song I wrote, like, last week,” Eren said before the crowd cut him off. His soft laugh echoed through the room as the noise died, his eyes finding yours again. “We’re gonna play it for you tonight if that’s okay?” 

Sasha gave you the demo of this one only four days ago, as she said you needed to hear it before tonight’s show. The song was one she was excited to learn, and who were you to deny her of sharing her passion? So you listened. And you listened and listened and told Sasha it was your favourite yet. And it was. The song was wholly sultry, and you returned to it each time you put your headphones on.

She must’ve passed on the news. 

In a sense, I'm such a mess watching you The air is cold, so hard to breathe Still, your breath is all I see

You could hardly breathe when he looked at you like that, played his guitar, and sang intimate lyrics to you. You were utterly entranced by his voice, hands, and smile. He looked ethereal on stage, like he was destined to be on one. 

Don't be so naive You know that you are all I see

To your disappointment and relief, he broke eye contact with you only a few times—you weren’t sure how long you could stand under his intimidating and dizzying gaze. 

But, it only spurred you on more. It made you believe you also had some power in this uncharted territory. You watched him sing through your eyelashes, the rasp in his voice making you warm. 

So let me slip inside your ultraviolet disguise The daylight holds you close But tonight, you are mine

Eren’s eyes were heavy-lidded as he played through the guitar solo. He knew it was inevitable that he would have to face you after the show; sometimes, the thrill of performing made him cocky. He hoped you’d still like him when you discovered he was reserved when he wasn’t in front of a crowd. Yet, none of his insecurities deterred him from wanting you. Because when you looked at him like that, he needed nothing more. 

After the song finished, Eren winked at you, and you desperately needed to get out of the crowd, go outside, and fill your lungs with cool, fresh air that would free you from the irrational thoughts in your head. You didn’t know the guy, but still, you wanted him more than anything. 

Sasha’s voice brought you back to earth.

“Thank you for coming out tonight, everyone! I hope you had a good night and liked our music enough to return.” She laughed. It was obvious everyone in the room had fallen in love with her personality throughout the night. Sasha carried herself with such self-assurance it was difficult to find why you wouldn’t like her.

The burning on your cheek was the only thing to pull your eyes away from her grand smile. Your eyes flickered to Eren, who stood off to the side with his guitar. His hair was now tied back in a half-up style, and you swore your knees almost buckled.

As everyone filtered out, you remained in your spot. Sasha came bounding over and jumped down to stand with you.

“Did you have a good time?” You could see she was nervous to ask.

“Of course I did! And you played my favourite song,” You replied, grabbing her hand in reassurance. Sasha smiled sheepishly. 

“Well, I didn’t play it. Someone else did.” 

“Well, someone told the other someone to play it, so.” 

Sasha wiggled her eyebrows, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I saw how he was looking at you. I knew he would like you; who wouldn’t?” 

You rolled your eyes, heat rushing to your cheeks. 

“But, you’re still off-limits. That wouldn't be fair until he gets over his ex,” Sasha rambled before she stopped and straightened up. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

You looked at her hesitantly, unsure why she would be saying that. “What?” 

“Bye, Y/n. Hey, Ren." Then she pointed him behind you. "Don't fuck this up."  You assumed he made a face at her from behind you because she laughed and walked backstage.

You’d never felt your stomach drop and your heart rate speed up in such synchrony. He was the devil in Converse and a black tee. 

“Y/n.” Your name on his lips was something you could get used to. 

“Eren.” You said, turning to face him. 

“So you do know me.” He was taller than you. A lot taller than you assumed, and it made your legs weak. “I was under the impression that you only knew Jean.” 

You shrugged. “Sasha mentioned you a few times, so I had to come and check out these band guys she was hanging around.” 

“Final verdict?” Eren’s mouth was pulled into a smile at the corners, his arms outstretched. 

You purposefully took your time to make a decision. Taking a step back, you sized him up. He stood still, bringing his arms to cross over his chest as you eyed his tied-back hair. You rubbed your chin in false thought and then nodded.

Feeling bold, you looked him in the eyes. “Yeah, you’re cute. And talented. So, I guessed you’re alright.” 

Eren’s cheeks were dusted with pink as he laughed. You smiled proudly, pleased you got the reaction you’d wanted from him. 

He then moved closer to you and leaned down so his eyes aligned with yours. “Well, I find you alright too. How’d you feel if I asked you to hang out in about…” He twisted his mouth in thought, his eyes flickering down to your lips. “Half an hour?” 

You bit the inside of your lip. “That would depend on what we would be doing.” 

Eren stood to his full height with an unconcerned expression as he uncrossed his arms and opened himself to you. “Whatever you want. My treat.” 

You tilted your head, studying him. “Tempting.” His lopsided smirk and tired green eyes were too easy to fall for.

“But, yes. I would like that," You said, giving up on the teasing.

His lips slipped into an easy grin, and he nodded, throwing this thumb over his shoulder. “Sweet. I’ll be back here in half an hour to take you on our date.” He winked.

You shook your head, laughing as he stepped up onto the stage. “Not a date!” 

Eren didn’t turn back to face you as he replied. “We’ll see!” 

Were you in too deep too quick?

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

songs mentioned: - tonight you are mine - the technicolors - monodrama - benches

[thedemoninme141]

A thing of beauty I know, Chapter 3: Forgive Me For Letting You Down Again.

Previous Chapter

[Changed the story name, felt like this one suits it more.] Wednesday approached the scene with Enid, her dark eyes scanning the crowd gathered around the grisly sight. As she attempted to push through, leaving Enid behind in the crowd, she almost went through the barricade tape but the sheriff stopped her, a stern expression etched on his face.

"Sorry, Miss Addams," the sheriff began, his voice firm. "But this area is off-limits to civilians."

Wednesday's gaze flickered over to the new sheriff, a familiar face she had seen before during interactions with Ex-Sheriff Galpin. She raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by his attempts to assert authority over her.

"Since you know my name you should also know what I am capable of. I'm not a civilian, I solved the Hyde's case you failed to do. This incident may have implications for the safety of my school. So I expect to be at least briefed on the details.

The sheriff sighed, relenting slightly under Wednesday's persistent gaze. "Fine, But I must warn you, It's a grisly sight, Miss Addams."

Wednesday's lips quirked in a semblance of a smile, devoid of warmth. "I've seen worse."

"That's what I fear." the sheriff joked.

"We found the body mutilated, missing parts. The head's nowhere to be found yet. Other students suspect it might be some girl who used to roam around the school. Y/n L/n maybe, or...

But Wednesday didn't hear anything after your name. She felt her heart stop, a cold dread settling in the pit of her stomach. The world seemed to blur around her as she struggled to process the implications of the sheriff's words. For the first time in her life, Wednesday Addams felt something she had long believed herself immune to fear.

But it was not the fear of the unknown or the fear of danger that gripped her heart in its icy embrace. No, it was the fear of loss, the fear of facing a reality in which you no longer existed. The thought was unbearable, unthinkable, and yet it hung over her like a shadow, threatening to consume her whole.

"Miss Addams? Hello?" The sheriff's voice broke through Wednesday's reverie, bringing her back to the present moment.

Without a word, Wednesday turned away, her mind consumed by a single thought: she had to find you, to ensure that this nightmare wasn't your reality.

"Enid Where is Y/n?" her voice stoic but only her best friend Enid can hear the worry lurking there.

"I haven't seen her here, why what happened.. wait"Enid's eyes widened in concern. "don't tell me you think it's.." Enid couldn't continue as Wednesday went into the jungle to find you.

"Wednesday, wait! I'm coming with you!" Enid called out.

It would be good to have someone who can turn into a werewolf if needed, so Wednesday let Enid join her.

"When was the last time you saw her?" Wednesday asked as they went deeper into the jungle.

"I don't know before classes. I guess? But you should have an idea where she might be, I mean, considering..." Enid trailed off, her words hanging in the air, unspoken but heavy with implication.

Wednesday sighed, of course, she knows where you are.

Wednesday's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings about you, keeping her awake at night with dreams filled with memories of your eyes. What had you done to her? It felt like you had cast a spell, making her feel emotions she didn't understand. Maybe you were like a siren, using your music to captivate her.

Days passed, and she couldn't stop thinking about you. She couldn't resist following you around, trying to figure out what made you tick. Even when you disappeared into the jungle, she couldn't help but follow.

She followed you for almost half an hour before finally reaching your place. She quietly tracked you through the thick trees until she found you by a peaceful lake. It was a place she'd never seen before, a hidden spot away from everyone else.

From her hiding spot behind a tree, Wednesday watched as you went into a small shed and then sat down by the water with your guitar. 

"I can hardly see the moon

Hope we'll get there pretty soon" you sang, your voice echoing through the quiet jungle. 

"Trying so hard to release you out of the misery" Wednesday didn't even notice that she had already started walking towards you.

"Hold on to your wishes

If you can't hold on to me

… Forgive me for letting you down

Forgive me for letting you down again

I guess I'm not strong enough

Right now" Each word pulled at Wednesday's heartstrings, making her want to get closer to you.

"I know you have been following me Wednesday."

Suddenly, a voice spoke in Wednesday's mind, stopping her in her tracks. She froze, realizing it was you, somehow talking to her without speaking.

"No, you're not going crazy," you said "I am a telepath. I can read your thoughts and feelings. But I won't invade your privacy unless you want me to. Come sit with me, Wednesday." 

With cautious steps, Wednesday approached the spot where you sat. Her heart beat erratically in her chest, a mixture of apprehension and anticipation coursing through her veins.

As she drew nearer, you turned to face her, your eyes holding a depth that seemed to penetrate her very soul. There was an understanding in your gaze, a silent invitation for her to join you in your sanctuary by the lake. Without a word, Wednesday lowered herself to the ground beside you.

For a while, neither the two of you spoke.

Finally, Wednesday found her voice, tentative yet filled with curiosity. She could feel the warmth of your presence beside her. It was a strange feeling, being both out of place and yet completely at ease at the same time.

"Your song... it's like it's stuck in my head," Wednesday confessed, her voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and fascination. "Whenever I close my eyes, I can hear your singing."

Your smile was gentle, a glimmer of amusement dancing in your eyes. "Is my singing that bad?" you teased lightly.

"No, that's not what I meant," Wednesday hurriedly corrected herself, feeling the weight of her words. "It's just... I'm not like this. I don't usually listen to music, I don't dream about someone's eyes... I don't usually fall in love..." She cursed inwardly, regretting her slip of the tongue.

You smiled, your expression understanding. 

"With someone's voice," Wednesday quickly added, attempting to recover from her admission.

"Well, I suppose I should feel honored then," you replied, your tone playful yet genuine. "The Wednesday Addams, savior of nevermore, likes my voice."

Wednesday rolled her eyes but returned your smile with a hint of bashfulness. "I suppose you should," she replied, the corners of her lips twitching upward despite her efforts to maintain her composure.

"Maybe if you spend some time with me, like going out to get some coffee, spend some time here, perhaps you could sleep well?" you suggested, your voice carrying a hint of hopefulness.

Wednesday's heart skipped a beat at your invitation, a rush of conflicting emotions coursing through her. You were asking her out. The idea of spending more time with you both intrigued and terrified her. Yet, there was a part of her that longed to explore this newfound connection further.

"I... I suppose that could be... beneficial," Wednesday replied, her voice betraying a trace of uncertainty.

Your smile widened, a soft warmth in your eyes. "Great! How about we meet tomorrow afternoon?" you suggested, your tone gentle yet eager.

Wednesday hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with doubts and hesitations. But as she met your gaze, she found herself unable to resist the pull of your presence.

"Tomorrow sounds... perfect,"

"So what happened Wednesday?" Enid had to finally ask pulling Wednesday from her thoughts, it was eating her to see her best friend so lost like this, you two were happy, and Wednesday seemed happy, so what happened?

"What do you mean?" Wednesday responded, her tone guarded.

"You and Y/n," Enid persisted gently. "You two seemed so good. What happened?"

Wednesday sighed heavily. "I don't want to talk about it," she said quietly. "We're almost there."

What if you weren't there? What if... she couldn't bear to entertain the thought. But then, amidst the rustling of leaves and the whispering of the wind, a faint melody reached her ears. A familiar sound that stirred something deep within her soul. Wednesday's steps faltered for a moment, her breath catching in her throat. She knew it was you, she could feel it in every fibre of her being. But until she laid eyes on you, she couldn't be sure.

And then, there you were. Seated just as she had imagined, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, your fingers dancing across the strings of your guitar.

For a moment, Wednesday just stood there, feeling a rush of different feelings. She felt relieved but most of all, she was thankful. Thankful that you were there.

"Go talk to her. I guess, I will give you two some privacy." Wednesday nodded.

Wednesday approached you with cautious steps, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched you, lost in the melody of your guitar. It was a familiar scene, once she had seen so many times in the past few months.

Despite the familiarity of your shared moments over the past months, today felt different, as if she were facing you for the first time. 

"I've been worried about you," Wednesday finally spoke, her voice laced with a potent mixture of concern and frustration. "A body was found in the jungle, mutilated and left to rot. And yet, here you are, lost in your music, oblivious to the dangers that lurk in the shadows. What if it had been you in that girl's place? What if the same monster that took her life decided to strike again?"

You paused, a wry smile playing on your lips as you met Wednesday's intense gaze.

"I don't just use my telepathy to chat with people, Wednesday," you responded "I can control them, I can drive people to madness, unearth their deepest regrets, their deepest fears. I could destroy them if I wanted to. And yes, I know about the body. That's why I came into the jungle, I tried to sense the monster, but I only sensed you looking for me."

"But still," Wednesday interjected, her voice firm despite the emotional turmoil she feels whenever she is near you, "It's not safe for you to come here anymore. You should talk to the sheriff, they suspected that it was your body."

"Why are you here, Wednesday?" you finally stood up, abandoning your guitar on the dusty ground. "I thought you didn't need any more distractions in your life,"

"I.." Wednesday wanted to tell you the answer, but it seemed like it was stuck in her throat, she was always so precise with her speech, and yet whenever she is with you she forgets how to use her vocal cords correctly. All of a sudden the other side of the lake seemed more interesting than your questions, she felt like she saw someone but in a blink, they were gone.

"For a girl who can be so attentive, you get distracted quite often Wednesday." you sighed "At least look at me when I am talking to you Wednesday."

Wednesday had always been hesitant to meet your gaze directly. Whenever she did, it felt as if she were staring into the depths of the universe, unable to decipher the complex emotions swirling within. Though you can just read her mind if you wanted to, you never did, as you promised, but yet, Wednesday feels like you can read her mind right through her eyes.

"Tell me you feel this. Please!" your voice pleaded softly, a whisper carried on the breeze.

"Because I don't need to read minds to understand how you feel, Wednesday," you murmured, reaching out to touch her hand gently. "Just give me a hint, and I'll forget whatever you said that night."

Wednesday could have agreed, could have confessed everything in that moment. So why didn't she? Why didn't she stop you as you turned to leave after she gave you nothing but silence? Why didn't she declare her love before it was too late? As you passed by Enid, she gave you a pitiful look, before looking disappointed on Wednesday.

"What really happened, Wednesday?" Enid asked once more, her voice tinged with concern.

Wednesday remained silent, her lips pressed into a thin line, but her mind echoed with the answer.

"I guess I'm not strong enough, Right now." 👉 NEXT CHAPTER

[dear--mars]

05 Hating you?? — setup

tartaglia x f!reader

After 3 hours of shopping and thousands of dollars later here you were, sitting in one of the highest classed restaurants, wearing a dress that could pay off your rent for the next couple of months. Childe sits in front of you but he keeps checking his watch. You look at him suspiciously before realizing you're sitting at a group table.

“Childe?” He comes and responds before looking up at you.

“Why are we really here?”

“???”

“You keep looking at your watch like you're waiting for somebody and we're sitting at a group table so it seems like we're not the only ones going to be eating here…”

“...okay, I have a huge favor to ask of you.”

“No.”

“You don't even know what it is, please! Just hear me out!” I look at him as he gives me pleading eyes before I shrugged and let him explain.

“Okay, so I should start from the beginning. As you know my parents own one of the most successful electronic companies in the world. So I grew up pretty sheltered and given whatever I wanted. My parents never asked for anything in return, they didn't give much parental love but they did their job as parents and I was happy with that. So when my parents asked me to take over the company and to become the heir I felt like I had an obligation to say yes. They never asked for anything of me before so it only felt right giving in to their one demand, right?” 

“Kind of feels like you're trauma dumping…” I said before nodding at his explanation.

“What? No. What?” I only shrugged.

“Anyways, high school was where I got involved in a dangerous gang called the Fatui. After that, I got into a lot of fights and just a bunch of bad stuff in general. The gang has been disbanded but I still hang out with some of the old members. Anyways ever since that my parents have kind of lost faith in me and keep track of everything to do with me. It's not too suffocating because as long as I don't do anything that would harm the company's image, they don’t care. But do you remember at the New Year's party when we kissed? My friend had taken a picture and posted it on Twitter. My parents saw that and thought that you were my girlfriend and asked to arrange a meeting dinner to see if you’re good enough to date me.”

“I don't get why that means I have to go on a date with you…”

“Because I can’t let them know that I'm going around kissing random girls.”

“But you are.”

“That’s no- oh! They're here.”

“What-? Who’s here?”

“My family.”

“What?! Childe! I’m not going to-” He cut you off as he gave you a stack of cash.

“This is 10k in cash…” He said whispering.

“...” You slowly grabbed the cash quickly counting it before stuffing it in your purse. You turned to him with the biggest smile on your face.

“Shall we go get your family, my love?” His eyes widened in shock before he composed himself and grinned.

“After you, darling. Also, my real name is Ajax.” I nodded 

“Mom, Dad! Over here!”

"Ajax." His dad acknowledged before sitting down.

"Dad, Mom. I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, [Name]."

"It’s a pleasure to finally meet you."

“Likewise.” Childe’s mom said smiling. 

“What are your intentions?” Childe’s dad said cutting to the chase.

“Dad!”

“Honey!”

“It’s fine.” You said patting Childe’s thigh. “I’m not sure what you mean by that?”

“Why are you with my son?”

“Because I love him…?”

“Do you love him or his money?”

“...” You looked at him flabbergasted that he could say something like that to someone he just met.

“I see… I think we're done here-”

“Wow.” You said before scoffing.

“What…?”

“Are you here to meet your son’s girlfriend or criticize her? Chil- Ajax has a lot more than money.”

“Like what?” Childe’s eyes flash with hurt.

“He has good looks, good grades, and even a good girlfriend.”

“Pft-” The tense atmosphere was interrupted by Childe’s kid-like laughter. “Well said, my dear. Mom, Dad. I didn't invite you here so you could test her. I invited you here to introduce her as my girlfriend and nothing can change that.”

“...I see you’ve made your choice. I don’t see any more reason to be here then.” He said before getting up and leaving as the mother followed.

It wasn't until after they left it hit you. Childe just announced you his girlfriend in front of his parents… You whipped your head toward Childe. 

“Why would you say that?!”

“Say what?”

“That I was your girlfriend?!”

“You are…?”

“I’m your “fake” girlfriend!”

“You took the money…”

“Yeah, to act like your fake girlfriend in front of your parents…”

“The moment you took the cash was the moment you decided to be my fake girlfriend for a couple of weeks, at least.”

“...ah fuck…” You mumbled.

Hating you??

masterlist -- prev | next

childe might be falling ;)

[name] said everything on impulse

Synopsis -- In which a girl who had been played by Cupid refuses to be fooled around with anymore. That was until the love devil in one last ditch attempt sent you the school’s rich playboy. Caught in a string of lies, rumors, and fame you end up fake-dating but what happens when you realize he’s not who you originally thought…? Author's notes -- I'm losing too much motivation... Taglist is open -- @hanilessa @duckyyyx @boywxonder @ynverse @ahnneyong @wonderland-fan @yelleloww @wisteriaa-heree @sukunasrealgf @yuminako

[cupoftaae]

Heyy! Love your work💜 Could you maybe write something fluffy, where tae is y/n’s comfort and she goes to him after a bad day🫶🏻

Hello there! AW, thank you for reading!

Fluffy taehyung is my weakness, I hope you enjoy anon :)

warnings- mentions of weed, swearing. Soft taehyung needs his own warnings tbh. also this takes place as if they were both like, 19-20 ish ....KIND OF FRIENDS TO LOVERS LOWKEY

wanna build a pillow fort? -KTH drabble

you werent sure how you had landed in this position in the first place, but here you were, sitting in the living room while your parents explained to you that...well...the college you had been praying to get into one day had declined you.

"are you sure?" you whispered, watching your dad show you the letter. You sighed, trying to hold back any signs of emotion. You had taken a gap year between graduating high school to now, just to grasp your bearings. You put all your energy into working and getting into school, but the universe had other plans.

"I know you wanted this so badly, y/n, im sorry" your mother sat down next to you. "What am I gonna do? I had no backup plan..." your face falls into your hands. "your so young, you have time. you can also sign up to take classes, you dont need to be a student" your mom adds.

"but I wanna be a student, thats the whole point."

"listen, I know this is stressful, but just go get some rest and maybe we can figure out a new plan tomorrow? ok?" your father stands up, looking at you sadly.

You shrugged, knowing that they were just trying to help, but there was no way out of this, you were fucking upset.

Once you had gotten into your room, slamming your door shut, you collapsed onto your bed and took 5 deep breathes, you didnt want to cry. You were a big girl now and crying over school was dumb. You just wanted to be with someone right now, and your best friend was 3 streets over, making things difficult.

You could invite him over, but your father wasnt too pleased to see him late at night the last time he was here. He had walked in and alerted your dog, making him bark until your parents came downstairs, freaked out. They also just dont like the idea of a boy being in your room, despite the fact you are 19, and have been friends with taehyung since you were little....there were absolutely no feelings like that showing up... at least thats what you chose to believe.

You quickly texted him just to see if he was even up to hang.

You: wyd

Tae: making ramen, wbu?

you smiled and chose to ignore his message, making the quick decision to grab your jacket and sneak out your window. Youve only done this one other time, and it was when you had covid and your friend Vanessa dropped off chipotle outside on your side of the house for you.

You prayed to God that your parents had no installed cameras, because one, you didnt want to get caught, and two, you fell on your ass on the way out. "Jesus christ" you scoff, getting up and making a dash to taehyungs house in the dark.

-

Taehyung was standing in the kitchen and dancing to music with his dog, making his little paws move according to the choreography. "Why are you making food so late?" Taehyungs mother spoke, coming into the room to fill up her tea. "because its friday.." he mumbled, mouth full of noodles.

"Okay" she laughed and shook her head, "just clean up, yeah? oh, an-"

his mother was cut off by the front door being knocked on, "who is here at this hour?" she whispered, walking over to look through the peep hole. She sarcastically looked back at taehyung, "why is y/n on my front step?" she smirked.

"she is??" he walked over to the door.

"you know if you wanted to plan a date, I could have made real food for you guys"

"mom stop" he shyly shushed her before opening the door.

"hello" you mumble, bowing at the presence of his mother.

"Hey, y/n...is everything alright?" he asks, his mother gently pulling you inside. "its almost 11 dear" she spoke.

"Im ok, Im just needing some time out of my house, I hope im not intruding?"

"oh no, no, sweetie youre good" she smiled and closed the door.

Taehyung hugged you and glanced at his mom

"i'll be upstairs if you need anything" she spoke, grabbing her tea and walking upstairs before yelling "Be good, just not too good"

He laughed and pulled away to look at you. "Not that I mind your presence, but...why are you here?"

you giggled as he took your coat and hung it up. "well....I uhm" you looked around before sitting on the edge of the couch. "I didnt get in" you shrugged, forced smile on your face.

"hm? what are you talking about?" he stands in front of you

"I received a letter in the mail today from HUFS, and it was declining my application" you speak softly, watching him frown.

"y/n...Im so sorry"

"its okay, its just a lot, but i'll be fine."

He kneeled in front of you and held your hands, "you know...its okay to be sad, right?" he whispers, "that was your dream school.."

you nodded, wanting to sink into the floor the moment you felt tears prickling your eyes. "I know, but...something new will come. I just really wanted to be like you, in school and working towards my degree already, you know?" you shrug.

he nods, "I know, but.." he squeezed your hands, "life isnt a competition, we all do things when the universe pulls us in that direction. Its ok this didnt work out, maybe it was for the best. I know you, y/n, and whatever you do in life is going to be fucking amazing, no doubt about it. So be sad, mourn what you will miss, but dont let it hold you back."

you nodded as tears escaped your eyes, small cries falling from your lips as he immediately held you up and wrapped you into his arms. "Its okay....I promise" he coo'd, hand brushing your hair as you finally let yourself feel upset.

"thank you" you sniff, wiping your eyes as you hold him.

"cmon, lets go eat junkfood and build a fort" he squeezed your waist, making you blush slightly as you followed him to the kitchen. "a fort?" you asked, eyes still wet.

"mhm, with like the pillows and stuff" he spoke, taking another bite of noodles.

you giggle, "ok"

-

You two sat under a giant pillow fort, with a blanket over the head for the roof. "I have to say, your pillow fort making skills have improved. Remember when we were little and it would always collapse on us?" you snorted, nudging him.

"I have improved and grown in many ways, trust the process of time" he joked, taking a bite of the chip in his hand.

He definitely had grown and improved, taking a moment to look over his face proves the fact that Taehyung had matured quite nicely at that.

"dont stare its rude" he teased, finding something to watch on youtube.

You shake your head, "sorry" you lean over to lay beside him so you can see the screen of his laptop.

"Your parents wont like...kill me...if they find out you spent the night, right?"

you giggle, "am I spending the night?"

"well, you dont have to, I just assumed because its already 1am and its not safe for you to be out and about"

you shook your head, "what? so I dont have what it takes to fight off street hagglers?"

"oh you do, Im keeping you off the street for their safety" he spoke seriously, making you laugh.

"mm, and no, my parents arent gonna do anything, I dont think....maybe.....you know what? I dont know"

"oh that makes me feel good" he fake pouts

"Im teasing, im 19 and they need to get over keeping me locked up all the time..." you play with the fabric of the blanket.

"I think your dad hates me, dude" he sighed, shutting his laptop and leaving you both to lay in the dark as you looked up at the green blanket roof.

"shut up, he does not"

"He told me that he didnt want me showing up there anymore"

"thats because it was 4am and you scared the dog, I told you to come in through the window you fucking dumbass" you joked, "he also caught you with weed, so there you go"

"hm, fair I guess" he sighed

"he doesnt hate you I promise" you turned on your side to face him, not realizing how close your faces were.

He turned his head, noses barley touching as you both looked over each others faces in the dark.

"are you feeling better?" he whispered

"yeah...yeah I am" you mumbled, wanting to pull away but also choosing to stay put.

"good" he smiled and turned his body so it was also laying on his side, facing you.

"Y/n?" he asked

"yeah?"

"is it ok if I kiss you?"

you felt your hear stop in your chest, what did he just ask you?

"w-what?" you look at him, eyes wide

"I asked if I could kiss you?" he repeated, voice so soft and quiet. "its ok to say no" he added.

you took a breath, realizing that in moments like this, you really have to be honest with yourself and stop saying you aren't attracted to him, because here he is, in front of you, asking to kiss after taking his time to make you feel better. You can only hold on to your discipline so much before you fold.

"yeah...yeah you can kiss me, tae" you exhale, shocked the words even came from your mouth.

His large hand came up to hold your face delicately, thumb brushing your skin as you both leaned in slowly until each others lips clashed. The feeling felt a lot more natural than you anticipated, it wasn't weird, or awkward or cringe, it felt....right?

If tae's plan was to make you fully forget about that college letter, than goal achieved.

You knew you both would have to talk about this later, at some other time when your mouths weren't attached to each other, but for now all you wanted to do was be thankful for him.

you gently pulled back and giggled like a little girl, a blush creeping over your face as he pulled you against his chest. There were no words or jokes, you both simply laid together before eventually falling asleep in each others embrace.

Maybe he was right about better things coming, and maybe this was it.

A/N- this was so cute I was kicking my feet and giggling while writing, we all need our own taehyung.

[lambertdiary]

hey i love your work so much! im so glad there’s people writing for this lovely character

i was wondering if you could write about him meeting one of Chris friends, he is very intrigued by her but can’t find her anywhere after that brief encounter, one day Dalton is supposed to pick up Chris after class but since he arrived quiet early decides to explore the area since he doesn’t come to that side of the school often, one of the classrooms is open and there’s piano music coming of it and is the reader. They have a proper introduction and Dalton tries to be brave for once and ask for her number, little did he know chris was watching him and let’s just say the way back to the dorms she was teasing him about the girl.

A/N: i can't tell you how much i loved this request! sorry it took so long to write but i hope you like it! as always please let me know what you think <3 (also in this fic chris and dalton are still roommates)

Word Count: 1.9k+

Warnings: pure fluff

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Music To My Ears

Meeting new people never came easy for Dalton. He was very shy and reserved, but so loving and kind to his friends. Which is exactly why the most outgoing and confident person he’s ever encountered adopted him almost immediately after they met.

Right now, he was hanging out in his dorm with Chris, his best friend. They were currently watching dumb scary videos on her laptop with a big bowl of popcorn between them. They had been doing that for about an hour, an hour they were supposed to use to do their homework but whatever awful and fake scary video they could find on youtube was surely more entertaining than that. Most of the time they were not scary at all, sure there were a few screamers here and there but the rest of it was just a bad story, bad editing and even worse acting.

Their focus was 100% on the screen, until Chris’ phone made them both jump. She paused the video and picked up her phone, typing a few words before putting it down again.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for someone”

“Oh, so you double booked me?” He asked, acting offended. 

Chris rolled her eyes and pushed herself off of the bed “Your acting is worse than the guys on the videos” Now he was a little offended “No, she’s just here to return something” 

Chris walked across the room and opened the door, not all the way but enough for Dalton to see someone standing outside. A girl. 

“Hey” Chris said, and Dalton could see the girl smile “How did it go with the presentation?” 

“Hi! Really good actually, piano skills really do transfer over to this thing” She was holding Chris’ Melodica before giving it back. 

“See? Told you, if I can do it you for sure can”

“Yeah, thank you” She smiled again and looked at her hands while she played with them “I cleaned it too so don’t worry”

“Oh I’m not worried” Chris joked and both of them chuckled.

“Alright, thanks again. See you on friday!”

“Any time, see you!” She said before closing the door. Dalton quickly grabbed his phone and pretended to pay full attention to it “Now what? Should we keep watching or should we be responsible students and do some work?”

“There’s only 11 minutes left of this video, we’ll stop after this one, I promise” Chris agreed and went back to bed, where they ended up staying for another 2 hours.

Dalton couldn’t stop thinking about the girl. He wanted to ask Chris about her but he couldn’t possibly, what was he gonna do? Talk to her? Probably not, but if she and Chris are actual friends then he would for sure run into her again, right?

A week went by and there were no signs of the mysterious girl, not even on Friday, when she and Chris were supposed to see each other. But Dalton figured he would rather stay curious than be embarrassed.

It was Taco Tuesday and it was their special tradition to eat a lot of tacos after class. Dalton’s class was dismissed early so after dropping his things off in his dorm, he made his way to pick up Chris from the Math building. Once he got there, he checked the time and realized that he was a little early. He's not really familiar with that part of campus, going there every once in a while and only for a few minutes to wait for Chris, so walking around exploring for a bit while Chris’s class was over seemed like a good idea. He started wandering around, peeking at a few different open classrooms but not seeing anything interesting, he deduced it was just like any other part of campus. Plain and boring. 

He was about to turn around and return to his original spot, Chris was about to come down anyway, but before he could start walking, a beautiful melody caught his attention.

He looked around for a moment, trying to figure out where it was coming from, finally seeing an open room he didn’t see before, a sign with the words ‘Music Room’ above the big doors. As he got closer, the piano melody got louder. It was like a force was dragging him to that room, it was like his soul needed to see who was playing the piano so beautifully.

He stood outside, going in carefully as to not disturb whoever was playing there. The song kept going and Dalton could almost recognize it, it was so gracefully played it made him understand why someone would dedicate their entire life to music. As he got closer, he identified the person behind the large piano, he saw the girl that made him go crazy just last week. He felt his heart rate go significantly higher, debating on his mind if he should leave or talk to her. 

When the song ended, Dalton decided to go for it. I mean, who knew if the universe would give him another chance to talk to her? It was now or never.

She was about to start playing a different melody but was interrupted by a voice she has never heard before “That was beautiful”

She looked up at the person standing in front of her “Thank you” She was used to strangers complimenting her talent, it happened to her all the time, but thinking that he was listening to her play made her really nervous. 

“I’m Dalton by the way” He introduced himself and found his way next to the piano.

“Right, I remember you” She smiled “You’re Chris’ roommate”

“I am, yeah”

“Y/N”

“Y/N” he repeated her name, slowly. Almost as if he was tasting every syllable “Nice to meet you”

“Nice to finally meet you, Dalton. Chris tells me a lot about you” Dalton knew his face was burning, there was no hiding it, and he was a little embarrassed by it “I take it your artistic self draws you to music”

“Well, I was just walking by and I heard you play so-” He didn’t wanna sound like a creep, the last thing he wanted was for her to think that he was stalking her. She didn’t think that, but she wanted to mess with him anyway.

“So… you interrupted my sacred rehearsal” 

“I didn’t- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you- your rehearsal uh- I guess I should get going— oh, you’re kidding. Okay” 

Y/N burst into laughter, wishing she had a camera to capture Dalton’s terrified face. Something about him made her feel some kind of way, a good kind of way  “Do you like piano?”

“My mom plays the piano”

Y/N raised her eyebrows in amusement “Do you play?”

“Just a little bit… but you’re like a professional so in your eyes not at all, I suppose” Y/N chuckled.

“Show me”

Dalton’s eyes widened, no way she just asked him to play piano for her “What?”

“Yeah, do you know any song you can play for me?”

“Uh- Just this one song my mom wrote years ago”

“Go on then, play it for me” Y/N scooted over a little, making space for Dalton to sit next to her. Dalton looked at her unsure of what to do, not wanting to make a fool of himself “You just heard me play an entire song, it’s only fair”

Dalton let out a nervous laugh, but sat next to her on the stool. He was nervous and he was having a hard time remembering the right notes, but after a minute of staring at the keys he finally started playing. He didn’t play much, he didn’t remember much of the song and even if he did, he wouldn’t know how to play it. But Y/N loved every second of it.

“That’s all I can remember”

“Well, tell your mom she’s very talented” She said, not looking at him “And if you can remember the rest of the song, I would love to hear it sometime”

Dalton paid attention to their hands, they were really close to each other. And after building up the courage he asked her “Can I have your number? You know, just in case I have to show you the rest of the song”

“Yeah, just in case” Dalton pulled out his phone and handed it to her “Text me” She said typing her contact information on his phone and then giving it back.

“I will” Dalton looked at his screen, admiring her name on his contact list. Then a notification appeared on top.

Chris: Sorry I made you wait, but I’m going downstairs right now

“Uh- sorry, I have to go, but we’ll talk later” Dalton said, standing up and walking to the exit.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting for your text” She smiled at him again.

They waved goodbye and he left that room behind, his heart was racing and his hands were sweating, he couldn’t believe he asked for her number. As he approached the building, he spotted Chris standing there waiting for him “Sorry, something came up” He said, gesturing to her to start walking.

“What? Miss music over there?” Chris said pointing at the music room. 

“What are you-?”

“Yeah, I saw you coming out and Y/N always practices there when it’s empty. Plus, I saw you eyeing her the other day”

Dalton blushed again “I wasn’t-”

“Don’t even try. I told you, your acting sucks”

Dalton sighed “Chris, please don’t-”

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna say anything… But I bet she already knows”

“What?”

“I mean, I think she can tell when someone is flirting with her. Or at least trying to”

“Hey, I’m great at flirting”

“We can ask her” She said, pulling her phone out of her pocket.

“Stop, please” Dalton took it from her hands and put it back in her pocket. He didn’t think she would actually ask Y/N, but just in case.

“Aw, you’re properly in love” Chris said with a fake british accent.

Dalton rolled his eyes and kept walking, pretending not to care about the teasing but his blushed face giving him away.

“It’s okay,I’ll keep the secret. She gave you her number didn’t she?”

“For your information, I asked for it”

“Oh, go Dolphin!”

After their taco date, Dalton went back to his dorm and planned to call his mum. First of all, he hasn’t called her as much as he promised he would and second of all, he wanted to ask about the song.

“Hey sweetie” Renai said on the other line “It’s so good to hear from you, how have you been?”

“Hi mom, I’m okay, what about you? How is dad?”

“We’re great! Busy getting his things back into the house. How’s school?”

“School is good. Uh- listen, is there any way you can teach me the song you wrote for dad?” He asked, it didn’t go as smoothly as he had planned. 

“You wanna learn my song?” Renai sounded confused, which made sense considering Dalton stopped asking questions about her music years ago.

“Uh- yeah. Well it’s been a while since I’ve heard it and I can’t really remember much” He chuckled in hopes of making the situation less awkward.

“Mhm” She hummed “I’m gonna pretend I believe you’re just genuinely curious about the song and that you don't have ulterior motives”

[inkblot-inc]

RCD: FWNB

Summary: This is the backstory between Natasha and Skitch, told during NYFW; Friends With No Benefits, also known as Fuckin' With No Bitch.

Pairing: (past) Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Jeweler!Wanda Maximoff x Metalworker!Reader (present, but briefly mentioned)

[Get Familiar With the RCD Universe] [part 1] [part 2] this is part 3

Warning(s): Toxic relationships (romantic and platonic), unrequited feelings handled poorly my dude, brief descriptions of violence, there's language in here bud, I remember typing it. This one is probably the most angsty now that I think about it-

Note(s): This thing right here is significant enough that I wanted to dedicate a seperate part to it.

Word Count: pretty sure we're past 1.5k here

ALSO: *squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit

Let's get into some backstory, shall we?

Natasha and Yelena's dad, Alexei, was ex-military and friends with Logan, and both of them came to see Logan as their uncle and even another parental figure. Since Natasha and Yelena's parents weren't every engaging, they often went over to Logan's, where he looked after them. With Skitch being Logan's adopted kid, they of course got to know each other and become very close. Logan would also bring the three of them to work with him to keep an eye on them. Yelena and Skitch became very close, basically thick as thieves, while it was clear that Skitch adored Natasha.

It was like that when all three of them were in school years together. Yelena and Skitch were definitely a bit closer just because they were the closest in grade, but Skitch couldn't help but be drawn to Natasha; she had brains, beauty, talent, all of it. And they never complained while having to watch Natasha take her after-school dance classes before walking to TMD together.

it was on one of these walks to The Maker's Damned during high school that Skitch confessed to Natasha. She never gave a straight answer, but she did wind up full-on kissing Skitch before they could walk into the workshop.

Your brightness in your eyes could only be outdone by the shine of your smile. "So does that mean you feel the same way?"

Natasha simply rubbed your forearm while giving you a small smile. "Don't think too hard about it, Skitch."

Your eyebrows furrowed as your smile lowered a bit, "I mean.. alright," You opened the door to the workshop for Natasha to go through first.

"Thank you, Y/n," she left a quick peck on you cheek before entering and you couldn't help the dumb smile left on your face.

"Yeah..."

---

'don't think too hard about it,' became Natasha's all expenses paid ticket to your heart, your time, and your romantic attention. While you wanted to remember that nothing was officially set between the two of you, she almost set an expectation for things to go somewhere with all the new one on one time you had with Natasha that felt more like dates than just hanging out, the stolen kisses and makeouts before and after classes. Never anything more than that though...

Skitch's relationship with Natasha began to fray once Natasha got into college. Skitch already knew they weren't going to college themselves (they didn't really know what they'd do there, and they didn't think they'd make it into a good one anyhow), but regardless of whatever confusing fuckery Nat was playing with skitch, she was still considered family to them, and Skitch believed that they'd still be close.

This was not the case.

Natasha, who initially was in college for dance, was scouted to do modelling and made new connections and friends. Upscale friends. It's no secret that Natasha and Yelena's upbringing was far from cushy: they had everything they needed, and they worked for all the extra things they wanted. Natasha even worked a few hours at TMD with logan doing inventory last two years of high school for some extra cash.

But Natasha tried to bury that part of her life, going as far as ghosting Logan and Skitch and all the peoples at The Maker's Damned to focus on cultivating her budding career as a model. Weekly rendezvous and daily calls between Natasha and Skitch turned into once a week if the timing was right. Further down the line, Natasha used her connections to branch out into Fashion and design, creating what is now known today as the Romanova brand.

Natasha had become invested in her new friendships, even started dating some science buff she met in college named Bruce Banner. He was nice enough to start, but he was always just a bit pushy and so different from Natasha. Natasha and Bruce were off and on, and the last time that they ended things, Bruce showed up to Natasha’s apartment and got very aggressive with her. Skitch, who, at the request of Yelena, came to check on Natasha and hopefully patch the rift (she) made. Upon arrival, Skitch saw Bruce trying to force his way inside Natasha’s apartment and pulled him away. This escalated into an altercation between Bruce and Skitch, Bruce not knowing (or caring) who skitch was, got belligerent with them as well.

Remember Skitch's police record? yeahhhh.

Skitch wound up putting hands on the man, breaking his nose and arm while leaving several other bruises on him. Skitch wound up with a nasty gash on their cheekbone, and after getting them to the ground kicked them in the ribs a good few times. Bruce called the police on Skitch, where they were charged with simple battery, [they were able to deescalate the situation to get the incident charged as a misdemeanor instead of a felony]. The public story was that Skitch assaulted Banner unprovoked while he was at his girlfriend’s house, which Skitch was advised to agree to by Logan. Skitch spent six months in jail instead of the sentenced full year due to good behavior.

Skitch and Natasha subsequently had a falling out due to this incident once all three of them are at the police station, where Natasha was further agitated by Skitch showing up to her place unannounced. Nevermind the fact that she very well could have been in danger if Skitch wasn't there.

Logan walked out into the waiting room with Skitch after they gave their statement. "I'm gonna go see about some ice for your...everything, bub. We'll probably put it on your face first to get the swelling to go down." you slowly nodded as Logan handed you a towel to clean up your face a bit, "I saw the other kid though... Good work." He patted your shoulder before he walked off.

Natasha was fuming when she came back from giving her statement. "You Show up to my apartment, that I know I didn't give you the address to, and cause even more problems for me to have to clean up! Just abandon your schoolyard crush on me and leave me the fuck alone!"

You rolled your eyes as you felt a headache coming on. “Never mind the fact that your SISTER asked me to come by to try and check on you, but you've never had to worry about me taking up your precious space when you’ve made it abundantly clear that you don’t give a SHIT about me!”

You took a deep breath since raising your voice made pain shoot through your side. "I didn't just agree to plead guilty cuz I was trapped, Nat."

Natasha scoffed at that, "What, so you're going to jail for me now, too?"

You leaned back on the bench and looked The redhead dead in the eyes. "Who do you think is next on the list of every pompous ass like Bruce Banner if it didn't look like I acted on my own? Who do you think they're gonna wanna ruin next if they knew I was there out of concern for you..."

Natasha bites her lip as the realization sets in; Bruce was a golden boy with a promising future as a Doctor/Biochemist/whatever the fuck he wanted to be, with more than half of his advisors going to bat for him. Natasha's budding modeling career would be clipped at the knees with no effort, all her contacts would turn tail if you didn't say you acted on your own. Even now you were acting in her best interest. Even now You were still protecting her.

With that realization, Natasha got up and left the police station on her own.

'Thank you.'

You watched Natasha leave before banging your head on the wall you leaned up against, your eyes closed.

'You're welcome.'

and that was the last time You and Natasha saw or spoke to each other.

Yelena felt guilty as all hell knowing she sent Skitch to check on her sister and then wound up doing time trying to help her. She yelled and she screamed at Natasha for not sticking by Skitch when that's all they've ever done for the both of them.

"It isn't about love, it isn't even about infatuation or a chance, it was about giving a fuck, Nat! Y/n was there, because I asked them to go, and because I knew they cared that you were okay, which is more than they can say about you."

This incident is also what wound up straining Natasha and Yelena's relationship as well.

Yelena kept close ties with Everyone as she ventured into Coordinating and working as a Sieu Chef in New York. Skitch and the others keep up with Natasha through the public eye and Yelena's updates (that she doesn't get too much of).

There's not even a cosign on the Christmas card Yelena sends in the mail for Skitch and Logan every year. Even as one who believes in forgiveness, after getting out of prison, Skitch stopped thinking "what did I do wrong? How can I fix this?" and started focusing on working at The Makers Damned full-time, though the notion of Natasha leaving "the common people" for a more lavish, glamorous life and career still sticks with them.

Though you could say that Skitch not holding resentment for everyone who live lives like Natasha does led them to pursuing their relationship with Wanda...

[daturadiary]

✩First week✩

⋆This post is longer than what i will be posting later on, because i will include everything that happened on the first week :)

✧My first week of uni had started this Monday. Although I had some anxiety over the fact that it was a whole new environment, with new people, I was still very excited! I was looking forward to pretty notes, new lessons, going to the library, and finally studying something that i am actually interested in! Plus my friend (who I will be referring to as red) was there with me the whole time, and we ended up in the same group (the English department is separated into 3 groups in my uni because there´s so many people in it) .

✧But as always things don't go as you expect. On the first day I was supposed to have 3 classes, that went on from 12:30to 18:30. But in the end, none of my 3 professors showed up. Me and red waited for all 3 of them, when the first one didn't come, we went out to get ourselves a snack and sat under one of the trees of the uni to eat (which was very fun honestly), then went back in, hoping the others would. The second didn't show u too, so I took red on a little walk to show her a short path from the uni to the beach, then we went back. We distracted ourselves until the last hour, and so when the third didn't show up too, we just picked up our bags and went back home. Discouraged, because a first day like that, after being so excited, is not really the best.

✧The next day, I had class in the morning, but honestly i expected the same thing to happen. I meet up with red and we go to our class, sitting in the second row. We we´re using our phones talking about how unlikely it is for the professor to come, as we we´re told that most don't show on the first week, because most students don't, and that is true, not even half the classroom was full (they are much bigger than usual classrooms, but I expected more people to attend, at least the first weeks). To our surprise, comes in our professor, who later on throughout my classes with her, I will learn is the sweetest person, and for once I feel like a professor wants to help her students. We go trough how the classes will go, how she will be grading us, and other things, and we also do some exercises to freshen up our memory and vocabulary. That is how my first paragraph writing class went. The second professor doesn't show up, but me and red hang out with some of the girls in our group, we all sat on the grass under one of the trees, talking about our first class we just had other things.

✧My next two classes we´re on Thursday, I had grammar first, with the same professor as paragraph writing, which I was happy about. We started our first lesson, I took notes, the class was peaceful and enjoyable; maybe because, again, more than half wasn't present, not that I'm complaining. For my second class, guided reading, red´s favorite subject for now (nerd), the teacher showed! (not me getting excited cuz my professor was there ;-;) This professor was a bit different, but he was still very nice, also passionate (I think he really likes Hemingway). We went over what we will be studying, the short stories, plays and poems we will be studying and the we had a little discussion, he would ask us questions related to the course and we answer.

✧Side note; our professor for grammar and paragraph writing told us she will be the one to help us with clubs and anything else. Me and red talked with her at the end of the class, and we told her about our interest in clubs, she said that she had noticed the two of us smiling when she brought up clubs, which apparently made her happy. So now me and red will try to make a book club and visual arts club with the help of our professors. We we´re really worried that there would be no clubs in our uni as we found no announcement anywhere, but I'm really grateful for this professor ♡.

♡Thanks for reading till the end, I will be leaving you all with some pictures i took this week :)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✭・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✭・゜・。.

[hbyrde36]

Steddie Week Day 5

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Thank God we didn't Peak in High School - Part 5

Prompt: Together / Hold the Line by Toto

~*Steve*~

The first time Steve Harrington noticed Eddie Munson was in middle school. He was thin and lanky with a DIY buzzcut. He wasn’t someone you would have necessarily looked at twice back then, at least until he opened his mouth. Steve had never seen anything like it, Eddie was loud and unapologetically himself. Steve didn’t know where the guy got his courage from but he was in awe, wishing he could be half as brave. 

After that first lunch room tabletop tirade, Steve couldn’t STOP noticing Eddie. They didn’t get to share that many classes through the school years but whenever they did Steve would make sure to choose a seat as close to the other boy as possible. He never managed to talk to him though. They were so different, he wouldn’t know what to say. He was much more comfortable admiring Eddie from afar. 

Steve had a bit of a glow up between his freshman and sophomore years of high school. Suddenly girls were flirting with him left and right, calling him King Steve and trying their hardest to get asked out on a date. So Steve let himself get distracted and he went on a lot of first dates that ended with a mediocre kiss and zero sparks.

Then came Linda. It was good, until it wasn’t. She was the first person he had sex with and the first person he said ‘I love you’ to apart from family. He hadn’t seen it coming, when she ended things. A pattern he would repeat years later with the only other person he had let himself fall for, and the only other person he slept with. 

It felt, ironically, like a dirty little secret to Steve, the fact that he had only slept with two people in his life, till now. He was known to be this big ladies man, and yes he went on a lot of dates but that was all. At the risk of seeming uncool, Steve never corrected people when they talked about his high body count. 

-

Steve knew he fucked up before he even went home with that girl. His first mistake had been asking for this stupid arrangement in the first place, and every day that he had let it go on, without actually talking to Eddie about it, made things worse and worse. 

To be clear, being with Eddie wasn’t the mistake. He was great, amazing, beautiful. Everything Steve could want in a friend, in a lover, in a partner. The mistake was trying to be with Eddie while pretending he didn’t feel anything for the guy. It was a lie. He’d had a massive crush on him back in school and it had come back with a vengeance. 

Steve would never forget the time they spent hanging out at that house party. He never understood what had happened that night. They were having such a good time and Steve was sure that it would have developed into something more given the chance, but when Eddie left to go to the bathroom he never came back. Steve knew he shouldn’t have taken it so personally, it was a few hours and one conversation, It’s not like they really knew each other. Maybe he’d gotten it all wrong. He knew Eddie was gay but just because somebody was into guys didn’t mean they automatically were into Steve.

That was the same night he and Nancy had gotten together. Shortly after Eddie’s departure she had come to find Steve and the two of them struck up a conversation about the kids, as they often did and one thing led to another. 

Eventually Steve stopped thinking about Eddie, too caught up in his new adult life with Nancy. He concentrated all his effort on making her happy and supporting her as she went through college. He was overjoyed when she said yes to his proposal and then shocked to his core when she ended things mere weeks later.

Ever since he and Eddie started hooking up, Steve found himself wondering how different things might be now if he had just gone for it that night and asked Eddie out instead of being a coward. 

He had really made a mess of things, and that was before he went and got wasted and slept with some random chick who hit on him. He could blame it on the alcohol, and he did a little bit, but it also smacked of self loathing and sabotage. 

If Steve was honest with himself, he knew Eddie had feelings for him too and had chosen to ignore it. He had convinced himself that It was too soon after the breakup with Nancy for any of it to be real, it was also the reason he wanted to keep them a secret, he thought people would judge him for moving on so quickly. 

-

As soon as Steve woke to the empty bed, he knew it was over. In a panic, he immediately picked up his phone to text Eddie. He forgot all about the fact that they didn’t usually talk about these things in the daylight. He didn’t care anymore, he just wanted to know if Eddie was okay. He sent a dozen messages but Eddie didn’t respond. He couldn’t blame him after the way he acted. Steve had realized something last night but sadly it seemed like it was too late. He was in love with Eddie Munson, and he’d already lost him.

Steve called out of work, nothing was more important than trying to talk to Eddie. By afternoon he was desperate and since Eddie wouldn’t text him back he decided he would call as many times as it took for the other boy to answer. When he finally did, it was not good news. Steve was too late, Eddie was thoroughly done with his bullshit. 

It was Nancy who snapped him out of it and ultimately lit a fire under his ass. Jonathan had heard about what happened through the grapevine at work so when neither Steve or Eddie came to work one day he put two and two together. 

Nancy let herself in with the hide-a-key he left in the front of the house. He hadn’t bothered to change its location after the breakup. She found him curled up in a ball on the couch, staring at the tv that wasn’t even on.

“Oh Steve.”

“What are you doing here Nance?” He said, unfurling himself and sitting up.

“Jonathan told me some of what happened. Obviously I don't know the whole story but I thought you could use a friend.”

“We’re not friends.”

“I deserve that, and if you want me to leave I will but, Steve, I still care about you and I really hope we can be friends someday.”

Steve sighed. She would never be his first choice for this but she was here now and he had to talk to someone or he was going to explode. “I messed things up with Eddie so bad and I don't know if I can fix it.”

She gave him a warm smile and sat down. “We’ll see about that, tell me everything.”

So, he did. He spilled his guts to Nancy, gave her the whole history of him and Eddie leading up to present day. It was easier than he thought it would be, to confide in her. He still cared about her too and as they talked he realized it wasn’t anything like the way he felt about Eddie. Maybe it never had been.

She helped him to devise a plan. First he needed to set a few things right at work. He would go to the store and confront Tommy and the others about how cruel they’d been talking about Eddie. He would make it clear that he liked Eddie and wasn’t ashamed of it and if anyone didn’t like that they should keep that opinion to themselves. 

Then, forget texts and phone calls. Steve needed to find out where Eddie would be and go to see him in person. This sort of apology required a grand gesture and driving several hours just for the chance to talk to Eddie fit that bill nicely. 

Robin was no help, when he visited work she made sure to make herself scarce and she too refused to answer his text messages. It was frustrating but Steve had to admire her loyalty. Maybe once she heard about him putting Tommy in his place she would be more inclined to help, but he didn’t want to wait around for that to happen.

Instead he decided to risk it and go straight to the source. He had only met Eddie’s uncle in passing but he knew where they lived. Steve had no way of knowing if Eddie had told his uncle what happened between them. He only hoped that if Wayne did know, he would give Steve the chance to explain and have mercy on him.

As he pulled into the park, Steve was surprised to see Eddie’s van parked in front of the trailer. His uncle’s truck was nowhere to be found though so maybe he had taken that on his road trip. The van certainly looked like it had seen better days so it seemed like a reasonable assumption.  

Steve's hand shook as he raised it to knock on the door. He held his breath, waiting for the older man to answer. In his nervous state, Steve was staring down at his shoes and didn't register the fact that someone had opened the door until they said his name.

“Steve?”

His head snapped up, eyes wide and terrified because that was Eddie’s voice and oh god Steve wasn’t prepared for this. He thought he had a several hour drive to hone his speech and find just the right words to tell Eddie how he feels. 

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asked and Steve realized he’d just been staring at the other boy for a long time. 

Steve wasn’t sure what to say at first but decided that the only way forward was complete honesty. It’s what Eddie deserved and it was the only way he had a chance in hell at getting his trust back.

“I came to see your uncle actually. I was going to beg him to tell me where you were staying so I could come and see you.”

Steve could see the apprehension on Eddie’s face but he hadn’t slammed the door on him yet so he soldiers on.

“Look, you have every reason to hate me and I know I don’t deserve your time but please, please just hear me out and if you still want me gone after that, then I promise you won’t ever have to see me again.”

Eddie doesn’t respond but sighs and steps aside, allowing Steve to enter. The place is small but cozy, Steve likes it instantly. Eddie leads them over to the couch where they both take a seat.

“I owe you an apology, several in fact. I want you to know that I talked to Tommy and told him how fucked up what he said about you was. I’m sorry that I didn’t say anything about it sooner, I should have defended you and I didn’t.”

“Steve you don’t have to…” Eddie protests.

“Please, just…I have so much more to say.”

Eddie nodded, staying quiet and allowed him to continue.

“I’m also so sorry for the way everything has happened between us. I haven't treated you the way you deserve and I hurt you and that’s the last thing I ever wanted. I was so lost and confused after what happened with Nancy and that’s no excuse for what I've done but I want you to understand that I haven't been entirely myself for a while.” Steve pauses for a moment, struggling to find the right words for what he wants to say next, how to tell Eddie how much he feels for him.

The silence must have stretched on a little too long and Eddie breaks it with annoyance. 

“You know, Harrington, I appreciate the apologies and all but if you came here to tell me that this has all been some big mistake to you, you could have saved yourself the time and gas. You made it pretty clear that that’s how you felt when you told me you slept with someone else.”

“Eddie, no. That's not what…”

“I think you should go now.”

“Eddie, stop! I’m trying...I want to tell you…”

“What? What more could you have to say to me!?”

“I LOVE YOU!”

Eddie’s jaw dropped open in surprise, tears already threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes. 

“And in the interest of perfect honesty, I have to tell you that I think I’ve been a little bit in love with you since the first time I saw you. I’m sorry that I never said anything, I wish I had. I wish I had handled this better and I never should have asked you to be friends with benefits because that was never what I wanted. I thought I wasn’t ready for a relationship but when it’s right, it’s right, and I should have just talked to you about it instead of worrying what other people might think. I have never felt this way about anyone before, not even Nancy. I know I don’t deserve a second chance but if you’ll have me back it will be the real thing this time. No secrets or unspoken agreements and no sneaking around. I want the world to know that you are mine and I am yours.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything for a long time and Steve’s heart sinks. He knew it was a long-shot but he had done his best. He laid his heart out on the line and he doesn’t regret it.

“Are you sure?” Eddie said, voice no louder than a whisper.

“What?”

“You’d better be sure about this because, I love you too, and I think it might just destroy me if you’re not serious about this.” He added, inching closer to Steve.

Steve closed the remaining gap between them as he replied. “I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

Their second-first-kiss is far better than their first, even if it was a little wet from their combined tears. They’ve shared many kisses and make out sessions in-between but this is the first time Steve has allowed himself to enjoy how perfectly their lips slot together, as if their mouths were made for eachother.

As they often do, Eddie and Steve wind up in bed together, but for once it’s not for sex. This is about cuddling and healing and whispering words of love in the dark. They talk about their past in an open and unguarded way. Both are equally surprised that the other remembers the night of the near miss, as Eddie called it. Steve laments the fact that if they hadn’t been so blind they could have been together all this time but Eddie stops him with a gentle kiss on the cheek. 

“Don’t get caught up in what could have been, Stevie. Love happens in its own time, and I don’t want to get all ‘everything happens for a reason’ about it, but I don’t think we were ready for each other back then.”

“You’re probably right.” Steve admitted. “I still had a little bit of the old King Steve in me back then. You would have hated me.”

Eddie huffed a laugh. “I could never hate you. I think we both had a lot of growing up to do. I’m just glad we made our way back to each other.”

-

For the rest of the week they spend every waking moment together, unless Steve is at work. He finally meets Wayne officially and although Eddie said he didn’t tell his uncle any details about them, he can see how wary the man is about their new relationship status. Steve is quick to assure Wayne that he loves his nephew and promises to never hurt him again. He’s not sure Eddie’s uncle is convinced but Steve’s not going anywhere and he’s sure he’ll win the guy over eventually. 

Eddie is shocked when Steve finally tells him one night how it was Nancy who helped him get his act together. It made him think better of her. She and Steve were still not friends, per say, but there were no longer any hard feelings between them. 

Robin scolds Steve mercifully for how badly he hurt her best friend, but once she thinks he’s been sufficiently punished, she congratulates the two of them on getting their heads out of their asses. 

At the end of his impromptu vacation, Eddie decides to go back to work. With Steve by his side he could care less about what anybody else thinks or says about him. A paycheck is a paycheck, for now.

@steddie-week

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[warmaidensrevenge]

Do i wanna request a eddie munson x plus!size reader where the reader finds out eddie is dating sone girl and he say's that there both so in love and the reader is like heart broken but stays happy for eddie since there best friends so a new kid come to hawks high and i want that new kid to be vance hopper so like him and reader have like some classes together they like hang out and then they start dating and eddie is sad bc he is in love with reader but hides it so he stays happy for her even tho he got a girlfriend "you can decide how it ends."

Decision, decision

Oh gawd. I think I'm gonna cry. This is definitely gonna be a 2 part series

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

Warning: angst, a touch of fluff, cursing, fighting, smoking, and slight body insecurity. Not proof read and no word count.

Part 2, Part 3

Part 1

💔🖕❓

This by far was the absolute worst summer you have ever had. 3 long grueling months spent with your grandparents in Nevada. You hated the dry heat. It was almost unbearable. But what you truly hated was being away from your best friend. You hadn't spent this much time apart since Eddie went to camp back in 7th grade. Where he inevitably got kicked out and was no longer able to return. In return made you happy because he got to spend summers with yours truly.

3 months of letter writing and phone calls weren't enough for you. You had to see him, hug him, sniff his cologne when he wasn't paying attention. You had love Eddie since your pretend wedding at the old oak tree you guys use to play at when you were 6 years old. Eddie had given you his mom's old ring that he taken before he went to live with his uncle. And you gave him a mood ring that you got from a cracker jack box. Your ring never did fit correctly so you had put it on a chain, still wearing it til this day. Eddie still had his ring too. Well kinda. He had broken the plastic band on it so he took the mood gem and glued it to a band that was a little more him. He wore it all the time. Even now as your senior year was about to start Eddie's 2nd time around. He wore it. Eddie was a year ahead of you but now you guys got to do senior year together. But this year was gonna be different. You were gonna finally tell Eddie how you feel. How you always felt. And if him still wearing that ring means something, you were gonna be going into senior year with a boyfriend.

...

Outside the Munson's trailer you were so giddy with anticipation. It was early, Eddie probably wasn't up yet. But you didn't care if you woke him. You need his hugs. You walked up to the door and before you knocked you heard Eddies guitar. It was coming from the living room. Your heart jumped. He was awake. You eagerly knocked. But your face fell when Eddie wasn't the one who answered the door.

"Hey y/n. How's it going?" Samantha greeted you with a smile.

She looked so different with out all that intense eye makeup she wore to parties. You didn't know her and Eddie were hanging out. He never mentioned her in his letters or phone calls.

"Uhhh hey" you faked a smile. "Is uhh Eddie-"

" There she is!" Eddie yelled from his couch.

You gave him a half smile as you watched him put down his 'one true love' his words. And came to the door. But instead of hugging you. He put his arm around Samantha's shoulder.

" Hey Munson. Uhhh I just wanted to come by and say I'm home." You smiled at both of them not wanting to give yourself away.

"Cool Samantha was just about to leave for work. So we can hang out for a bit before she gets off."

You nodded not sure in what else to do. You looked down to the ground when they kissed each other goodbye.

" I love you" Samantha said giving one last kiss before she left.

" Love you too babe."

What the hell happened this summer? Fuck.

Eddie and you hung out for about an hour. Before everything became to much for you to bear. He explained how he and Samantha Stone hooked up at the Hideout one night and they had been inseparable since. His eyes twinkled when he said her name. He was head over heels for her. That made your heart sink. You thought that maybe you missed your chance with him. But maybe you didn't have a chance at all. Samantha was pretty, thin, and blonde. Everything you were not. You never really had a problem with your weight. It just stung sometimes when the jocks or the cheerleaders would make fun of you. But it was whatever. You were used to it. However you were not use to sharing your best friend to another girl. And though your jealousy was eating at you, you decide as long as Eddie was happy. You had to be happy for him. You left the Munson's still not getting the hugs you waited so long for.

...

First day of school was always the worst. Halls filled with freshman laughing away. Being so damn loud. Stupid kids blocking your locker. Dumbass blondes stealing you guy right from under you.

Ok ok Samantha wasn't dumb to be fair. And she didn't quite steal Eddie away from you. But still that bitch.

You were gonna sit next to Eddie in your homeroom class. But the desk next to him was occupied by none other than the harlot Samantha. They were kiss on each other and that made you nauseous. But you turned your frown upside down when Eddie waved at you. You found a seat just a few rows ahead of the disgusting couple.

You looked up from your text book when the door opened. In came the principal followed by a frizzy blonde hair kid. He look super rough around the edges. He was wearing a denim choker, and a denim vest. He had a white shirt with the sleeves cut off. He wore a brown leather strap on one wrist and a chunky watch on the other holding onto a single notebook.

The principal introduced him to the class.

" Alright kids settle down. This is Vance Hopper. Hopper? Are you related to chief Hopper?"

" uh yeah his my uncle."

" Oh ok well then find a seat."

Vance scanned the class room and found an open seat next to you.

You returned your eyes to your text book. He was cute you thought. Definitely seems like you had a type. Just a few minutes after the tardy bell rang you felt a tap on your shoulder. Vance was looking at you.

" Hey uhh do you have a pencil I can borrow?" You smiled at him while handing him yours. You reached down into your pack stealing a glance at Eddie. They had pushed their desks together. Eddie was whispering sweet nothings into Samantha's ear.

Ugh gross

You pulled out another pencil and continued to work until class was over. You walked behind Eddie and Samantha. Watching them holding hands. You felt tears coming but someone tugged your arm. You turned to piercing blue eyes.

" Uhh I forgot to give you back your pencil."

" Oh no that's ok. You can keep it."

He smiled. " I'm Vance"

"Hi. I'm y/n." You offered up a smile.

" Uhh do you know where I can find this class?" Vance pointed at he scheduled putting the pencil behind his ear and moved closer to you.

You looked down at the sheet. The warmth radiating off his body made you shudder for a second. "Oh yeah I have him too. Ummm just follow me"

You guys walked to the next class. You studied his schedule seeing you had about half of the same classes as him. Making small talk you guys went to class. He sat next to you in all the classes. You quickly became friends. But you noticed how really rough he was. He was someone who definitely didn't shy away from a fight. And he cursed...a lot. guessing he's nothing like Eddie. That was a good thing you thought.

You started hanging out after school and on weekends. There would be times where Eddie would call to hang out, but you always had plans with Vance. It wasn't until one day did things went a step further.

You were at lunch and Vance was walking with you to an empty table. As you passed the hellfire table you saw Eddie watching you two. You gave him a wave and he gave you a small smirk.

When you sat down to eat Vance put his hand on the lower part of your back. You were in shock. A sudden fit of insecurity race to your mind. You face became flushed and your heart was racing. You were suddenly ashamed of your back rolls. But to your surprise Vance was making small circles with his thumb pressing a bit harder into your clothed skin. But a voice brought your focus somewhere else. You looked up and saw Jason Carver and some of his buddies making their way to the table.

" I see you have a habit making nice with the freaks" Jason sneered

" What did you say you dumb shit?" Vance tried to get up but you pulled him back down.

"Oh what. Your really know how to pick them huh thunder thighs. It's nice to know you can get around." Jason said giving you a wink.

" alright today's the day mother fucker" Vance was so quick you didn't even get the chance to stop him. You watched in horror as he took on Jason and all 3 of his buddies. He was totally kicking their ass. This making you feel some type of way. A way you haven't felt for anyone but Eddie.

For a guy of Vance stature he was really fucking strong. He picked Jason up off his feet.

" Come here you bitch! Don't you fuck with her again. Or I'll end your pathetic little life"

The jocks ran off and Vance stood there heaving. You got up and and checked his hands.

" Let's get out of here." He said

You agreed and let Vance pull you out of the cafeteria. Once outside you took the lead. Taking him to the picnic table Eddie usually used to make deals. After a few awkward seconds. You spoke.

" Jesus man that was narly."

" No one is gonna speak to my girl that way!"

His girl? When did that happen? Did you actually mind that sudden relationship change?

" That's cool right? I mean if you want to be." Vance had lost a bit of confidence.

You met his gaze. " umm yeah no it's uhh cool"

He made his way to you and pulled you in for a kiss. Grabbing your ass. You wrapped your fingers in his messy curls as the kiss became heated. He pulled you close so that you could feel his growing erection. But the sounds of twigs breaking pulled you two apart. You looked up and saw Eddie standing there looking like a dear in head lights.

You pulled out of Vance's embrace.

" Uh hey bud" you said nervously

" Shit sorry didn't mean to interrupt. I uhhh just want to see if you were ok?"

" She's fine" Vance spoke for you.

Eddie nodded and turned to leave.

" What's with that guy? Your ex or something."

You pause for a second. " yeah or something. He's uhh my best friend."

A few weeks went by and you and Vance had started seeing each other. Constantly hooking up. He was very forward when it came to sex. It was a nice change of pace for you. He was wild. You couldn't get enough of him. You barely noticed that you hadn't been speaking to Eddie. Though you missed him. Vance made you forget how much.

Vance seemed to be getting into a lot of trouble at school. Constant yelling and fighting became the norm for you. But one day did he really screw things up. He was fighting and accidentally hit a teacher. Causing him to get suspended for 2 weeks. You guys got into a heated argument about it. Which eventually lead to some of the best sex you've had.

The next day you were looking for somewhere to eat at lunch when Eddie waved you over. Samantha wasn't sitting in the spot you sat in before Eddie started to date her. It was weird to say the least. She must be sick or something.

" Hey stranger." Eddie said while you sat in the chair to his right.

" Hey" you replied

As if no one else was at the table Eddie was chatting away. It wasn't until he mention Vance did you feel like a complete ass. You never properly introduced them. But honestly how could you. Eddie was always around Samantha. And well you and Vance were busy with... Stuff.

" You're guy has a real bad temper huh?"

Eddie's question made you move your eyes to his. Oh God how you missed him looking at you. Fuck he was so beautiful. Shit no no you have a boyfriend. You returned your eyes back to your tray.

" umm just a bit"

" A bit?! Jesus H Christ y/n. He literally took out half the basketball team." Eddie paused when you didn't look at him. " Hey he didn't or he doesn't lose it on you does he?"

" Only where it counts" shit...fuck. why did you say that. Ugh now Eddies gonna think you're some type of sadist.

Well more like a submissive. Vance was definitely a dominant. Which it wasn't until this moment did you realize that though it felt good. It never felt nice. Like being cared for.

Eddie didn't say anything to your comment. But he definitely wanted to. He wanted to say that that guy wasn't good enough for you. You needed someone to show you they loved you. Not get into random frivolous fights over meaningless things. To not be so rough with you all the time. To smother you with kisses whenever they got the chance. To show you how much they loved you every second of every day. You were beautiful. You've always been beautiful. Eddie wanted you when he was finally old enough to understand the wanting he had for you was love. He wanted to tell you but he was afraid that it would ruin your friendship. He was scared that you wouldn't feel the same. And his thoughts were confirmed when you acted all nonchalantly when you saw Samantha. You didn't like him back. And what finally broke Eddies heart was when he saw you two kissing in the woods. He was first angry that Vance was touching you but the sudden thought of Samantha made him change his feelings.

She was supposed to be just a hook up. Eddie had missed you so much that he was drinking a lot to fill the hole in his heart that developed when you left for the summer. He was really hoping you would ask him to come with but he knew that was impossible.

So he hooked up with Samantha. But she never left. He had gotten use to her warm body next to him every night. Most of the time wishing it was you he was spooning. You who he was kissing. But he felt bad. He shouldn't be doing that to Samantha. She was a nice girl who deserved someone to actually give her their full attention. So Eddie did that. He shoved his love for you away so that he could give him and Samantha a chance.

But then you came back. And all his feelings returned the moment he saw you. But Samantha was there. So he couldn't. He wanted to hug you so bad. But he just couldn't. He wouldn't hurt Samantha that way. Then she left and said she loved him. Sure they said it before. But you were there, looking as beautiful as the day you two met. Eddie shook off the his feelings and said he loved her too. He immediately regret it. Yes it was wrong of him to say it if he didn't actually mean it. But what could he do. He should have broken up with her and confessed his love for you, but he was a coward. That would be the day he would regret for the rest of his life.

...

The remainder of lunch was filled with awkward glances and silence between you two. Eddie had decided that if you were happy, he would force himself to be happy for you. But he voiced how he missed you. And made plans for you to come over and watch a movie, like old times.

You were apprehensive about it at first. But you agreed. You missed him very much. And a night alone would be a perfect reminder of how deep your friendship went. But unbeknownst to you things were gonna change that night. You were gonna be forced in making a decision you didn't think you would ever have to make.

...

[twwpress]

Weekly Press Briefing #63: September 3rd - September 9th

Welcome back to the Weekly Press Briefing, where we bring you highlights from The West Wing fandom each week, including new fics, ongoing challenges, and more! This briefing covers all things posted from September 3 - September 9, 2023! Did we miss something? Let us know; you can find our contact info at the bottom of this briefing! 

Challenges/Prompts:

The following is a roundup of open challenges/prompts. Do you have a challenge or event you’d like us to promote? Be sure to get in touch with us! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.

@callixton is hosting The West Wing Pride Week (@twwpride here on tumblr) September 17 - 23. More details here! 

Photos/Videos:

Here’s what was posted from September 3 - September 9:

Amy Landecker posted photos of herself and Brad hanging out poolside with their friends Samantha Ronson and Cassandra Grey. 

Mary McCormack posted photos of their family dropping her daughter Margaret off at college, along with a birthday wish for her 19th birthday. 

Donna Moss Daily: September 3 | September 4 | September 5 | September 6 | September 7 | September 8 | September 9

Daily Josh Lyman:  September 3 | September 4 | September 5 | September 6 | September 7 | September 8 | September 9

No Context BWhit:  September 3 | September 4 | September 5 | September 6 | September 7 | September 8 | September 9

@twwarchive:  September 3 | September 4 | September 5 | September 6 | September 7 | September 8 | September 9

@bestofcjtoby:  September 4 | September 5 | September 8

Edits/Artwork:

#donnamoss x #joshlyman: and if you think i don’t miss you every day by @carolshathways [VIDEO EDIT]

Editors’ Choice: 

Get those pencils sharpened and grab your sweater because SCHOOL IS BACK IN SESSION. One of our first newsletters featured some of our favorite school-related fics, and we thought this week was the perfect time to do another round-up of school-themed fics with back-to-school vibes that we missed then or that have been written since then. We’re sure we missed some great ones, so as always feel free to reblog/retweet with more of your own faves!

days by jazzjo | Rated G | C.J. Cregg/Donna Moss | Complete |  decisions are made by those who show up (to class) or, moka pots, rye bread, and first day jitters

Back To School by Jennifer Glimpse 20 [archived by westwingfanfictioncentral_archivist]  | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Donna heads back to school. . . with a little help from Josh.

AP Gov by park_all_covered_with_cheese (Sports Night Crossover) | Rated G | Sam Seaborn/Original Female Character(s), Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg, Casey McCall/Dan Rydell, Mandy Hampton/Josh Lyman, C. J. Cregg/Simon Donovan, Andrea Wyatt/Toby Ziegler, Amy Gardner/Josh Lyman, Casey McCall/Lisa McCall | Complete |  "Alyssa Leah Nelson was exactly one day, one minute, and thirty-two seconds old when she met Joshua Lyman (who was two months, three days, four hours, forty minutes, and seventeen seconds, though no one’s counting) for the first time. He poked her. She looked back at him, determined, and didn’t cry. They’ve been inseparable ever since." High school is high school. And every single one of our faves had to go there at one point. And every single one of them dated, and had friends, and had drama because of course they did. And, of course, were obsessive about politics

mine is yours and yours is mine (there is no divide) by rearviewmirror  | Rated T | C.J. Cregg/Donna Moss | Complete |  jed steals leo's clothes, and leo finally calls him out on it.

absolutely smitten (never let you go) by JessBakesCakes for fairwinds09 | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Josh feels all the air whoosh out of his lungs when he sees the teacher standing on the other side of the door. She looks at the group standing outside her door, puzzled for a moment, until her blue eyes lock with Josh’s. Her blonde hair is tucked neatly behind her ears, and pumpkin earrings dangle from her earlobes. She’s wearing a copper-colored fall sweater, adorned with leaves around the collar that match her bulletin board. Her ID badge dangles from her neck, one of those ink pens in a bright, funky color clipped to her lanyard. “Miss Moss,” CJ says. “This is Mr. Lyman from the high school."

the first thing we do by fiery_one_18 | Rated T | Ainsley Hayes/Sam Seaborn, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, C. J. Cregg/Kate Harper | In Progress |  The days were getting shorter, the nights were getting colder, and he had begun to partake in his seasonal sweater collection. Which could only mean one thing in his still-quite-young life: the season of Mock Trial was officially upon Sam Seaborn. … Sam’s tunnel vision hadn’t quite cleared enough to pay attention to who Mr. McGarry was talking to, but he sort of had to pay attention when the bearer of the distinctly Southern drawl walked right by, snapping him out of whatever rage coma his mind had placed him in. And Sam definitely knew he was back and wide awake when a long blonde ponytail with a purposeful stride sat down right in front of him in what appeared to be her new seat. Josh’s seat, actually. Not that she seemed to realize that; it made sense— she was probably a… transfer. Oh fuck no. Fuck no. Fuck no. Fuck— “Hi, I’m Ainsley,” Ponytail turned around, blue eyes piercing the very depths of his fucking soul. “What’s your name?” … Welcome to Landingham Academy’s 20th Annual Mock Trial Season!

Stick around for our reblog coming momentarily with this week's new fics and chapter updates!!

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Wakasa x Chubby reader pt 3

(sorry for a late one I have no Wifi so I am using a simple phone.)

Wakasa laid his head on the desk he was exhausted he didn't even know why he stayed. "Alright class today we will be starting the showa period." His teacher said as he walked in Wakasa groaned from the back. "Am I bothering you Wakasa?" He question "yeah you are with studies we learned last year isn't there anything new you can teach. Your starting to sound like a one trick pony." Wakasa sat up glaring at the teacher. "Let's move on to this century and what's going on." Wakasa remarked "how about since you know so much about this shows you write me a 1000 word essay on the shows period, in detention." Wakasa rolled his eyes "whatever." Despite hating school this is exactly what wakasa wanted, detention.

After what seemed like more than the needed hours y/n made her way into the classroom that would hold the detention. She paid no mind to anyone that was in there. "What do we have here, ms.piggy where is Kermit?" There was a group of boys in the back snickering as their eyes landed on y/n "I don't know why don't you ask your mother she seems chummy with married men." Y/n retorted "what the fuck you say bitch" one of the boys shouted standing up. Y/n turned in her seat "so you're the one who said it" she looked at him unamused. "let me guess you lost your virginity to a bigger girl and she told you your tiny cock couldn't get her going." Y/n said as she smirked "your dead bitch" the boy stomped towards her. he was suddenly kicked in the back falling to her feet y/n looked down at him shocked. She looked back up to see wakasa. Wakasa had changed a lot he was more swaggy and had a gangster vibe to him. Y/n stared at his violet eyes "you're so fucking loud" he said while itching his ear with his pinky. "Waka?" Y/n whispered she wasn't sure if it was him "oi you" wakasa walked onto the boy's body he used him as a stepping stool to lean down onto y/n face. "You got any snacks?" He asked y/n was shocked at how monotone he was she pulled the chocolates that her friend gave her "here" she said. Wakasa smirked taking them "thanks" he said.

After detention y/n was perplexed about the whole thing she didn't even know wakasa went to the school. Why didn't she see it, why didn't she see him? Was she really such an airhead then again why would it matter it's not like they were friends? "Hey Jigglypuff," wakasa said hurrying to walk next to her "How original," she said glancing at him. "You literally have a Jigglypuff keyring," he said looking at her hip the keychain was hanging out of her pocket. Y/n would have thought that it was a mere glance however wakasa had been staring at her thighs. Thick, plump, round thighs rubbing against each other with knee-high socks hugging her tightly. Her skirt didn't help either because she was thicker which made the skirt shorter. He was obsessed with her thighs since becoming an older teenager he found that he had a sort of fetish for the thicker ladies. but not just any there was something about y/n herself that just made him feel wild and yet sane. "what are you doing?" y/n questioned, "what do you mean?" he asked "I mean why did you decide to help me?" she asked, "Did I? or was I just annoyed at the loudness of the guy." he said "we're not friends okay I don't need you" she said storming off. wakasa stood there with his hands in his pocket he wondered what had happened between them that made them break apart they were once really cool friends.

[nerves-nebula]

what made your first year of college so much worse than the second?

godddd where do i even start. Complaining goes under the cut cuz it’s too damn long.

8 hour studios 3 times a week that start at 8 AM and only break for lunch. one of the professors expected us to stand the entire time we were drawing and only sit when we went on break. plus homework for those studios, because each studio was a different foundational class. and on the days when you dont have those studios you got other foundational classes like art history and literature or something. you've got homework for all of these classes too and tests and everything.

and each studio being a different class is a huge issue and really frustrating as well. the classes are drawing, design and, like, basically a 3D class, right? where you use power tools and carve stuff and all that. But imagine you go to this school for painting or to make clothes, then the three foundational classes might just really bore and frustrate you. because you don't really feel like they're helping you gain any skills in your preferred major.

so you have all these artistic kids who want to do their best, being forced to do things they hate and being told it's to make us "more well rounded." (which dont get me wrong i understand, but that doesnt make it suck any less)

so all the art you make is painful to create, and you don't even like the result. but we knew what we signed up for, and the point is to last past first year so you can get into your major. thats the point for me, at least. so you just get what you can done, but i cant imagine what I would've done if i'd fallen behind even once.

And then my own personal hell- being in a new place and not knowing what to do or who to talk to or how to communicate ! So i was constantly stressed out in like a social way. idk if i vented about this here but i fell over in a fit of anxiety and hyperventilation in class multiple times first year. I straight up fell over at least twice and i had crying fits multiple times (with varying degrees of how quiet I was being, sometimes they don't even notice :D)

I was incredibly emotionally isolated and cried myself to sleep like every night. my only social interactions were at work because I'm very bad at socializing properly and making friends in class, and i was always too tired to go to any events. LUCKY for me I met a really cool friend while doing some student work and it was really nice and chill.

ANYWAY BACK TO THE STRESS. to give an example of the situation: our first homework for drawing class was to make this big ink master copy of a van gogh sketch, and it didn't have to be perfect, or even GOOD tbh, but regardless it took forever. and i spilled my ink on it which nearly led to a breakdown but instead i just laughed cause otherwise I'd go insane. the amount of podcasts and audiobooks i burned through that year just to keep myself sane was mind-numbing. i listened to, no joke, ALL of Well There's Your Problem, and i went back and listened to a lot of them more than once.

i was really lucky though, cause some other students had first projects that were like "bring in 50 drawings by next class" or "make a chair out of only cardboard that you can sit on without it collapsing" or something. and i never had a teacher that bad.

actually, my second semester design professor was really REALLY chill. He let me sleep in class if i finished the work so I spent a few hours in his class just chilling and sleeping fitfully (as in I was so stressed i would gasp and mutter myself awake, which really alarmed my classmates but i never got close enough to them to explain myself soooo they prolly just think something is wrong with me. which it is! oh well)

i can only speak for myself but i was basically working any moment i wasn't sleeping, eating, shitting, or showering. somehow other people made time to befriend each other and hang out and like, go to parties??? i dont know how. Frankly I don't even remember how i did what i did either, specifically I reached out to my college's mental health services and got on some medication for anxiety. I also somehow managed to write an essay for our student published thingy about how I wanted to kms and felt unsupported by mental health professionals lmao.

I have NO IDEA how i did any of that because this year i kept falling asleep for five hours in the middle of the day. my theory is that I got more done because I physically HAD TO STAY AWAKE. I COULD NOT ALLOW MYSELF TO FAIL.

I was so stressed out the first year that I often couldn't sleep without hugging my giant elephant stuffed animal or using it as a comforting weight on top of me. one morning i woke up hyperventilating and went to go cut a huge role of paper at like 6 AM because i was so worried about forgetting to cut the paper before i left before class at 8 AM.

so yeah, my theory is that since second year wasn't that insanely stressful, all those hours i spent eking out any artistic joy possible (making owl house comics, writing that essay, and painting my clothing) just to make sure i didn't kms were replaced instead with me just falling asleep at inopportune times, because I wasn't as scared that I wouldn't have time for my work.

OH MY GOD AND FIRST YEAR I GOT PUT IN TWO CONSECUTIVE GROUP PROJECTS WITH THIS ABSOLUTE MONSTER- but that could be its entire own post. suffice it to say that he had been reported multiple times for various things and one of my classmates recognized who i was talking about just from me vaguely complaining about how much i hated him.

anyway im sure there's even more that i forgot about but to be honest i think i've explained enough.

[lilacponds]

6am vent posting ayyy

just casually sad again .

I want to connect with people so bad, have small talk, strike up conversations. I want to be able to look at someone I like and ask them the right questions for them to open up like a book, tell me all about their interests and stuff they're passionate about. I desperately want to get to know better the people I care for.

but I can't? and, sure, a little bit is anxiety. but I genuinely have no social skills. if I don't get outside opportunities to hop on (like kai's smau! I loved it, and it gave me an opportunity to talk to kai, simply by talking about it) then... I can't create those opportunities myself, and I just sit and wait.

I mean, I know why. I was bullied in school. I had a best friend at age 6/7 then she moved away. One friend I had didn't want to be seen talking to me. My other only and best friend was a guy with anger issues who would beat me when he got angry. Everyone else pretty much ignored me if not full out antagonized me.

Then middle school came, and a couple of people were cool, but my mom wouldn't let me out of the house without my dad or my brother. I did get to visit a couple friends' houses every once in a while, only cause my dad knew their parents. (One of them being the guy that didn't wanna be seen with me just a couple years prior.) It was fun, I guess, and they were nice, but it was all very... situational? I don't even remember how we got to the friend point. We existed in the same classes in elementary school and middle school, so with a shift in mentality as we grew up came "oh we've been together almost every day for multiple years, and they're not terrible, so". My anger issues best friend started drifting away from me. I was unable to connect to the people I wanted to connect cause they were new in my life, and even 3 years of the same classes didn't help. They offered me to hang out after school from time to time but my mom always forbade me.

So, middle school ends. And all the people I had formed some sort of connection to? That connection snapped. It was never strong to begin with. The only connection still there is the guy that didn't wanna be seen w me as a kid - we meet a couple of times a year on the bus by coincidence and we ask about each other's lives and give well wishes and that's it. (His life is successful. I'm glad about that. He wasn't always great, but he was kind, and didn't pity me. Wish I'd made that connection stronger.)

So, high school. I went only one year then dropped out, but I was ecstatic because I had an online best friend - later a qpp, later a stranger again - and we planned to go to the same school. Which was great, and meant that they helped me befriend someone else, who was also a sunshine type of person, extroverted, and it became in turn easier to befriend other classmates. being a people pleaser helped, of course, because I wouldn't still be if it didn't. I really, really wanted to make those connections meaningful, lasting. I had a good group of friends. but once again, they'd push me to hang out with them, and my mother deemed it too dangerous for me to go. so it was another year of having to turn down all invitations, and another year of spending all my days inside. I'm an internet kid, and by that I mean I've been online since I was a child, and the online communities I was in raised me. Another year desperately trying to make connections online to stave off the loneliness.

do I think that hanging out with those friends would've made our friendship everlasting? no, but I do think that developing social skills would've been easier if I hung out with people outside of a school setting. I do think that a connection based only on the hours we have to spend together is always going to be a weak one.

maybe I'm just pushing off blame for my social ineptitude. but I think - I think - I think. the bullying and the keeping me away from socializing outside of school didn't help at all.

I dunno. I'm just sad and bitter over not having social skills. I've been skirting by with kindness and love.

I just want to get to know him better.