#life can make a 180 spin in a second

[arminsumi]

fogging up nerd armin's glasses.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン ⋅ fem reader

NOTES: damn i rlly be making my entrance to hell with this 🫡 kidding. ENJOY MY FELLOW NASTY BXTCHES 😈 the poll ain't even finished but i whipped this up in preparation for the armin prompt winning so i can satisfy our nerdmin craving lol

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

SUMMARY — nerd armin being pathetic for u until he snaps 'n puts u in ur place and does a full 180 :)

WARNINGS — smut, stereotypes (nerd, popular girl), mean reader / "pathetic" min -> mean min

SMUT WARNINGS — nasty kinky smut, implied experienced reader, namecalling (bxtch — both ways, he uses your own spells against you like some mf sev. snape, slvt,), stereotype kink (?) if that's what it's called, calling him/you pathetic, (mean) (nasty) dirty talk, oraljob (m. receiving), cvm swallowing, unprotected sex (implied taking the pill tho), creampie, dom/sub dynamics (switching), mean reader -> mean armin later, slight overstim, slight size kink, mentions him watching/learning from pxrn + mxsturbating with a pillow, please lmk if i have missed a warning!!

WORDCOUNT ≈ 1.2k

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

gold-framed, oversized, round glasses slip down his nose. there's a slight fog gradient creeping from the bottom of the lenses, owed to the searing heat coming from his dampened cheeks.

he's never felt this good in his life and you know it, that's partly why you offered to give him head in the first place. the other reason was to pay him back for helping you study for the past couple of months. he's showed up at your dorm room every weekend, textbooks clutched tight to his chest, back of his hand pushing those round glasses up his nose by the rim. there's faded freckles speckling his face and an ever-present boyishly red blush adorning his cheeks and ears.

that blush becomes more prominent when you have him like this. head tilted back, fistfuls of your bedsheets clutched tight in his delicate hands, head spinning. he's got the most picturesque blissed-out face, a real erotic expression straight out of a hentai. you don't need to even ask if he's ever gotten sucked off before, because the answer is clearly no. no way he has. he is the most straight-laced, uptight student — valedictorian, of course, and when he's not the best in school he's upset with himself. self-esteem so low, but your mouth is doing wonders to bring it back up. because he's receiving a sloppy blowjob from the most popular girl in school.

"oh my g—o–oood that's s-so fuck-fucking good!" he chokes.

the poor boy started out so quiet, able to swallow every moan and erotic noise. but when you really got into it? he lost it. he's been whimpering on your bed with you between his spread legs for an hour now.

"please don't fucking stop — fuck! — please 'm begging you, don't stoppp! yesyesyes fuck, ahhhah — oh my god i'm gonna go crazy if you lick it like that."

you give your jaw a break and pop off his cock, earning a startled whimper from him. he is so fucking pretty laying there, wettened blond bangs stuck to his forehead, blue eyes half-shut, textbook being nudged off by his elbow. and just an hour ago that textbook was being held in his hand while he taught you in that know-it-all voice of his.

now all his voice sounded like was pathetic, and you made sure to tell him that. "you sound so fucking pathetic." you smile up at him. his dick jumps and throbs, precum beads out and you swipe your tongue over his slit to collect it.

" 'm pathetic for you, 'm all for you — ouhhh fuck!" he goes into another lust daze, it looks like he's slipping from reality when your plush lips engulf his cock. and you haven't even shown off your deepthroating skills yet. how is he gonna survive that?

the answer is; he doesn't. he squirts out three hot, thick jets of cum the split second he feels his cock hit the back of your throat. the slight contractions of you swallowing made him let out the most broken, nasty whimper you've ever heard a man make.

you pull off and gulp all his cum down. "jeez, 'min, you moan like a bitch." you giggle meanly. he's absolutely getting off to your dirty talk. he wishes it was right in his ear.

but there's some hidden part of him that wants to throw you into a fatiguing position and bliss you out with some mean strokes. that secret little part of him seethes when you call him pathetic. oh you think he can't make you cum? he could ruin you with his cock. he knows it.

so when he goes home after your 'study' sessions, he watches porn and learns how to stroke right, how to play with that lil kitty of yours, how to lick it how to fuck it and how to ruin it. it's like a study session itself. he even practices with his pillow, thrusting his hips into it, mimicking the rhythm of the pornstar on his screen. practicing his smart mouth on his fist or fruits, learning how to control his tongue better, pretending it's your pussy.

your next few study sessions with him are riding practice.

you're teaching him everything he needs to know to destroy you, and you don't even realize that he's absorbing the information with the intention of using it against you. oh, you like your clit rubbed like that? you like it fast, like it slow? you like dirty talk? creampies?

"you're fucking nasty." he talks back to you for the first time when you're demonstrating how to hit it from behind.

you're caught so off-guard, all you can do is smile in shock.

"what'd you say?"

"nothing." he lies sweetly.

with that, he snaps his hips flush against your ass. those delicate hands that you taught many things to are now squeezing your hips with a nearly bruising grip, just how you told him you like.

those pretty lips that you taught how to french kiss and taught how to eat pussy are now brushing against your cheek, muttering dirty talk just how you told him you like.

"mmm who's a bitch now?" he seethes, cock sinking so deep that you kick your feet around.

"oh m- oh fuck! hahhhh, 'min 'min 'min! f-f-fuck don't stop! don't you fucking stop talking to me like th-that — oh my god that's the fucking spot, right there right there, harder please right fucking thereee!!"

he chuckles behind you, genuinely amused by how you sounded like a bitch in heat. it's like the both of you swapped places completely.

that pretty fat cock pumps in and out at an eye-rolling pace, the deep strokes he's hitting are something you never taught him but for some reason he knows how to do it well. your body slowly feels like it belongs less to you and more to him as he bullies his cockhead into that mushy spot. now that spot really fucks you up, and he learned that quick when you taught him. he listened to your every word and put all the theory into practice.

so that's why you start gushing and creaming around him. there's juices running down your thighs. sweat and heat searing across your bodies. hell, even armin's got your juices running down the front of his thighs as he fucks into you from behind.

"god you're making a fucking mess, have some shame. my fucking cock is getting painted white. 'gonna clean it up for me with that mouth of yours afterwards? yeah, you're damn right you are. uh-huh, i'll call you my bitch. can't believe you fucking like that, you're a fucking freak."

that last line is what makes you cum. oh, that was so funny to him; weren't you the one who used to call him a freak?

"look at that fucking back arch, wow..." he admires breathlessly, expression feral as he approaches his own high. "gonna cum inside, just how you want, 'sure you still want it?"

"yesyesyes! gimme your cum!" you cry, feeling slightly overstimulated with each stroke of his cock. it was so fucking thick, you felt so full that it's all you could focus on. so full. and he was gonna fill you up even more.

"oh my fuckin' god 'm gonna cum in this slutty fuckin' pussy, take it like a good slut — m-my slut, yeah? you're my slut? say it, please. yeah. say it again, 's gonna make me cu- fuck! ohhh god 'm gonna cum. take it, fuckfuckfuck 'cumming, 'cumming mmm!"

armin's never orgasmed that hard, or shot out that much cum. now if you weren't on the pill, you would have absolutely gotten pregnant from that session. he's a boy with breeder balls, that's one of the first things you told him and he remembered it.

he pulls out and relishes in the sight of his cum dripping out and running down your slit.

"that's so fucking beautiful." he smiles naughtily, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his forearm. "hey, up for round two?"

© arminsumi DO NOT STEAL WHAT I'VE WORKED HARD TO CREATE.

[ghostofwriting]

Kildare Split Part Four: in another life

Rafe Cameron x reader

Chapter 4: in another life

Note: Here's part four!! I'm still crying over TTPD. Down bad is so incredibly Rafeit's insane. Anyway!! I love you all so much, thank you for reading and being absolutely wonderful. This part covers the smau up until part 26. Good luck soldiers!!

Warnings: none, not edited, angst, swearing, sadness, julio, mentions of drugs, mentions of suicidal ideation.

Word Count:  6,722

Synopsis: Everyone has noticed that there's been a shift in how Kildare Split acts around each other. Rafe and Y/N used to be so close, they were always pictured together, and always shared stories of each other and for the last few years, there has been nothing from them. A behind-the-scenes look at what went down between everyone's favourite band.

Chapter 4: in another life 

It’s a nightmare. Everything feels off. The walls are caving in. His mouth feels as if he had chewed on cotton balls for the past hour. It’s spinning. He’s lost control of himself and he doesn’t know how he’ll get it back. 

It started because of the thought of them together. Forever. Married. Having kids and living happily ever after clawed and his chest and ate him from the inside out. It was an ugly feeling. He wanted to be happy for her. There was no way he could be. Not when he was so deeply in love with her. Not that he ever stopped. 

It was just one blunt. He stole it from Barry. He was careful not to disturb any of the other drugs he had in there. Careful not to look at them too long. He’s been good. Has been clean for more than two years without any missteps. And here he is high once again. It’s just weed he tells himself. It’s fine. He’s fine. 

They’re about to go onstage when Sofia loses her mind. She goes absolutely ballistic. He’s pulling her off to the side away from prying eyes.

“Stop. Relax. Let me explain.” Everything comes out in a jumble as he’s trying to balance his damn guitar and get her to stop flailing her arms everywhere. 

“There’s no explaining anything. We are over. We are so done, Rafe. Holy shit I cannot believe I put up with your crazy obsession with your friend who by the way you didn’t even date. You’re insane.” 

“Can you calm down for a second?”

“No! For your information Rafe. She doesn’t want you! She’s moved on! And we could have too but no. You’re here still pining over something that doesn’t exist. You are so incredibly disrespectful to me. I have been nothing but supportive of you. And I have put up with so much shit from you so much hatred because what? Did I take you away from her? You chose me! You left her. And now I’m leaving you.” 

“Sofia-“

“The way you have treated me the last couple of months with your album release and hinting that it’s about her? Do you have any idea how that makes me look? How it makes me feel? You don’t care about anyone but yourself.”

“That’s not true.”

“Oh! Sorry! You and her! And barely even yourself, you know how I know?” She looks at him, volcanic ash in her eyes. “Because you’re fucking high right now!”

“Keep your voice down.” He pulls her deeper into the corner they’re standing in.

“Fuck you, Rafe. I loved you. I did. I thought that once she moved on, we would be okay. I was wrong. Do not sabotage this for her. She’s happy. You’re not good enough for her. And not for me.”

She does a 180 and storms off away from backstage and away from him. He looks up and Topper is staring at him from where he stands beside Sarah, her hand is on his arm, a look of concern on her face. He shakes his head at them and turns to the stairs that lead to the stage. He spots Y/N and Julio, they’re talking quietly to each other, he sees her laugh and touch Julio’s face, and he kisses the palm of her hand.

Fuck this. He runs back to the green room. He knows he left it around here somewhere and he knows where the lighters are. He digs through three of Barry’s jackets before he finds the blunt. Barry must have moved it. When he pulls it out, a plastic baggie with four white pills comes up with it. He thinks about putting them back. He wants to put them back. He hears the 5-minute warning, stuffs the baggie in his jeans and runs to find a lighter. 

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There’s something off about Rafe. She notices when they begin their second song. He’s swaying more than usual, coming up and singing to her face a little too closely. 

It must be because they’re trying to be friends. And maybe the fight with Sofia. It was pretty nasty the way she went at him. She couldn’t make out what they were saying, the crowd and music drowning them out. Sofia looked upset. She must have cooled off because she’s in the audience standing next to Sarah. Not that their manager would allow her to leave even if she wanted to. It would cause too much speculation online and that’s something they don’t need more of. 

She hasn’t had to protect Julio from how Rafe and her used to act on stage, during their no-talking years, they still put on an act but it was nowhere near the level of how they acted pre-everything. They were pretty heavy on the PDA, without confirming anything of course. It was more like singing into each other's mics while staring longingly into each other’s eyes. A lot of heavy petting, she would drape herself around Rafe, Rafe would swing her around and carry her. They would practically make out on stage every show. They did everything but have sex. It’s no wonder the theories and rumours started. 

Post everything that went down, they tamed it and kept it to their side of the stage unless they were switching over. They didn’t share a mic and looking at each other too long was off-limits. And now, well now, it looks like Rafe wants to sing into her mouth with the way he gets closer and closer. Julio knows about their past and he knows that she would never do anything to hurt him but this is a little much. She doesn’t want to rub anything in his face or make him feel disrespected. She also can’t diss Rafe on stage. They have an act. They’re all best friends and nothing bad has ever happened between them. 

So she plays along. And she sings into his mic, she whips her hair in his face and he sings over her shoulder. They’re closer than they’ve ever been. This should be a fun one to look at online. At some point, her shirt comes off. She’s a little angry at Rafe’s immediate switch-up. She feels that since they’re just figuring out how to be friends, he could give it a rest and not go all out. So her shirt comes off. It got stuck on the mic stand, she got pissed off that it ripped a little and she took it off, throwing it into the crowd. At some point Rafe is not even fully on the stage anymore, he’s lying down looking up at her as he plays his guitar. She’s standing over him, singing into the mic and playing the bass all while wondering what the hell has gotten into him. 

Security is going insane over Rafe hanging off the stage and people are trying to grab his legs. Sarah is diving into the crowd trying to get a shot of what’s happening on stage. She kind of wants the show to be over but at the same time, it’s the most fun she’s had on stage in a while. 

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Trying to find their footing after not being friends for three years, that much is clear. One moment he’s trying to make out with her onstage and the next he can barely look at her. It has been a little bit harder than she thought it would be. 

It’s strangely painful. The realization that they can’t go back to how they were before anything happened. She knew it wouldn’t be easy but these awkward silences might kill her. 

She’s sitting between Topper and Rafe, staring directly at Barry’s bored face as Ash explains who kows what. Something about which celebrities and important label heads are coming to tonight’s show. 

She didn’t care about the label heads. One of their most important shows had been the one two days ago. Their friends had all flown in from different places to see them. Now back in the city she calls home, that’s still all that matters. 

Cleo and Pope flew in from New York, John B and JJ had flown in from Hawaii. JJ would be leaving almost immediately after to continue training for the next big surf competition and John B would be staying at Sarah’s. Julio was at her house, she didn’t want him to have to spend the entire day at rehearsals so she told him to come by when he was ready. Ward was around somewhere too, probably with Sarah and John B. Kelce was at his hotel and would be arriving later with Kie after he got her from the airport, the only one that had missed the last show. It was an important show for them because of their people not because of some random celebrity they didn’t know. 

After the show, they would go to one of their favourite bars to celebrate and then she would be off to North Carolina for a week before moving to Madrid for the foreseeable future.

She was so excited to be there a bit before Julio started filming so they could visit his friends and family. 

After Ash is done running them through the guest list, they have some downtime before their private soundcheck and the fan soundcheck. Fan Soundcheck is her favourite because they get to play some deep cuts and answer some fun questions.

They’re standing backstage as one of their stagehands announces they’ll be out in three minutes. They’re standing in a circle making sure that their in-ears are on. Barry and Topper bickering about some random thing.

“Ready, buddy?” She looks at Rafe, her eyebrow raised as Barry laughs. 

“Buddy? Good one.” Topper laughs as Rafe’s face turns red. 

“Okay yeah, I’ll never say that again.”

“Please,” she laughs, “let’s go.” She leads the guys onto the stage as their fans start screaming. 

They play a song right off the bat and then sit down for a few questions. 

Everything is going fine, the mood is great, they’re all vibing with each other on stage, it’s great. Right up until it’s not. 

“Hi, my name is Sammy, my question is for Y/N.” She smiles at the girl and waves. 

“Hi Sammy, I remember you! You saw our last show too,” she speaks into the microphone. 

“Hi! Oh my goodness yes. I drove here from San Francisco after getting tickets last minute.” The girl rambles. “Okay, so I was wondering, what are you most looking forward to doing on your break?” She mulls over the question before answering. 

“I’m going to be semi-moving to Spain for a while so probably just exploring the city.” Sammy nods and thanks her as the mic is passed to the next person.  

Something shifts on stage after that question. She doesn’t know if she missed something or what, but suddenly the mood is tense. Barry’s in between her and Rafe and she can still feel the tension coming off him in waves. 

After the last question, they played one more song and bid the fans goodbye, telling them they would see them in a few hours for the show. 

Barry goes and does whatever Barry does before a show, Rafe storms off and Topper follows him. She looks over at her guitar tech who just shrugs his shoulders and takes her guitar from her. 

She texts Julio asking when he will be getting to the arena. When she doesn’t receive an answer, she sits in the green room, with no idea where the boys are. 

She dozes off for an hour before her phone blows up with texts from Rafe. She opens Julio’s message first, telling her that he would leave her house in an hour. Then she goes to Rafe’s texts, saying something along the lines of needing to talk to her. She sees that she has notifications from Twitter as well and opens those. From Rafe too. 

“I need you”

“Please don’t go”

“Y/N”

What is he doing? They just talked about trying to be friends, she knows about his feelings but he can’t go around blowing up her phone. He’s just sad about Sofia, how could he expect her to stay after he confessed to her that he still had feelings for his ex who wasn’t really his ex? 

She asks him what he’s doing and he asks to meet her. She tells him no, and that it’s too late to d this. Too late in the day, too late because the show is about to start, and too late because she’s going and she doesn’t want him. 

After telling Cleo to haul ass to the arena. Needing to speak to her about the Rafe of it all. She runs to the bus to hide. She doesn’t want to see him so she’ll avoid the arena. 

She doesn’t think about how if he doesn’t find her inside, he’ll look for her on the bus. 

“Y/N?” She hears him call. She’s in her bunk, curtain drawn and holding her breath. He walks closer and stands in front of her bunk. She can see his shadow. 

“I know you’re in there.” She stays quiet still. “Please talk to me.” She sighs, not able to deny him when he sounds so sad. 

She draws the curtain open and meets his eyes. 

“We talked about this.”

“No, we talked about how I would try to be your friend. Not how you’re going to move away with your boyfriend.”

“What did you expect me to do? Sit at home alone for however long the break ends up being?”

“No, I thought we could hang out when we were both home and repair our friendship or whatever.”

“Rafe, I can’t do that. I won’t put my life on hold for you anymore.”

“Why are you doing this? Why can’t you just feel the same way? Why won’t you love me?” 

She’s surprised by his words. For the first time, she looks at him. Takes in his dishevelled appearance, his jittering hands, and the dilation of his pupils. 

“Are you high?” she swings herself off her bed to get as much distance between them as possible. 

“No.” He’s lying. 

“What the fuck Rafe? Why would you do this to yourself?”

“Because I’m fucking sad okay? And I don’t want to feel anything.” She can’t believe he would go down this road again,  after being clean for so long. She can’t believe he would be around her like this. Not when he knows how many bad memories it brings.

“You have to leave. You have to get away from me.”

“Y/N.” His voice cracks.

“No. You know my history, the shit I have been through because of drugs. You know it very well actually. I don’t need to be around your erratic behaviour. It’s triggering, it hurts me.” Her voice is firm. 

“Okay. I’m sorry.” he backs up turning around quickly and storming off the bus. 

She sits back down, her hands slightly shaking. If he’s using again, she doesn't know if she can have him in her life. 

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He’s happy Sarah’s the one that finds him. He’s spread out on the floor. The curtain covers him from the fans' curious eyes. The stage is quiet, with only a few people coming and going. The rest of the crew’s at dinner. 

“What are you doing?” She stares from above him.

“Laying.” He mumbles

“Are you not going to come eat dinner?” She points behind her in the direction of the lunch room.

“Not hungry.”

“What’s wrong?

“Sad.” He sees the annoyance at his one-word answers cross her face. 

“Rafe, full sentences please.”

“Y/N told me to go away. That she couldn’t be around me.” She crouches down next to him. 

“I thought you two were trying to be friends?” she questions. 

“I ruined it.” He can feel himself well up. 

“How?”

“By being high.”

“You are not.” she kneels left to him now, grabbing his face roughly and bringing it so his eyes are aligned with hers. 

“I am.” She looks angry at him. He feels tears start to gather. God, why does he make the women he cares most about in his life so upset?

“You can’t be high. You’re an addict.”

“Just weed. Nothing more.”

“I don’t care if it’s just weed. It’s not just weed for you. It’s a slippery slope. You go from weed to forgetting you’re sober, to cocaine.”

“I’m sorry.” The pity in her look makes his stomach twist.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up before the show. You need food and to sober up.”

“I’ll be sad though.” She stands up, extending her hand out for him to take. 

“You’re high and sad, I don’t think it helped.”

“That’s what the cocaine is for.” He jokes, it doesn’t earn him a laugh, just a scowl.

“Don’t even joke about that.”

Maybe he can get drunk after the show, then he’ll forget how sad he is. 

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The show goes off without a hitch. They are all smiles, dripping with sweat as they take the final bow of the tour. Tears are prickling her eyes as she looks over at Topper. His smile was big and shining. She looks at Rafe and he’s messing with Barry’s hair, a burst of laughter leaving him as Barry jumps on his back. Barry waves to the crowd as Rafe piggybacks him off. Topper grabs her hand and pulls her off the stage, waving one last time before they can’t be seen anymore. 

Julio waits for her, a huge grin on his face and his arms wide open for her to run into. Once she lets go of him, she hugs Cleo and then Pope, and then she’s tackled by JJ, Kie, and John B. 

“You all killed it!” JJ yells in her ear, making her jolt back. 

“Fucking best show we’ve ever played!” Topper screams, coming up to her and hugging her. Barry joins the hug putting his sweaty arms around them both. Rafe hesitantly joins the group hug. 

“Another successful tour,” he says, his eyes catching hers in the huddle. She smiles softly. 

“Let’s go party!” Kie screams from down the hallway where she’s started to walk away. 

Everyone starts cheering and following her lead. She finds Julio’s hand as they make their way to gather their stuff and leave the arena. 

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He spots Julio come in through the back doors of the club, Y/N hanging off his arm, her lips swollen. His eyes soften when he looks at her. He sees how much he loves her, and how he would never hurt her. He would go to the ends of the world for her. And he hates him. He can’t stand that she’s not hanging off his arm. That he’s not the one kissing her against a brick wall outside a sleazy bar. 

Sofia’s gone. They’re done. And he’s hurting for the relationship that he could have had if he had let go of Y/N. Not that he ever could have. It wasn’t in the cards for him. A world where he wasn’t irrevocably in love with her didn’t exist. 

“You okay?” Sarah comes up next to him, planting her hands on the table to steady herself. 

“I’m high again.” He confesses. 

“Rafe, we talked about this.”

“I get that I just can’t stop. Everything hurts.” They look of pity from earlier returns.

“You need to stop.” He looks past her to where Y/N is.

“It’s just weed.”

“You don’t get to do weed. It’s not just weed to you. Slippery slope remember?

“I know.” 

“I’m here for you. I think you need to go back to rehab. Either before you tour or after. It needs to be sooner rather than later.  I’ll drive you there myself.” She offers. 

The idea of going back to rehab irks him. He’s not as bad as he was last time. He has control over it. At least that’s what he tells himself. 

“I don’t know how to be okay watching her be with someone else.” Sarah looks behind her at Y/N with Julio. Her smile lit up the room. Her laugh was music to his ears. 

“You don’t get to break down about this. You made your choice. Let her be happy. you need to focus on staying sober, you heal, and you move on.” 

“How?” He can’t rip his eyes away from the couple. Wishing with everything in him that it was him with her.

“By being her friend, Rafe.” She pats him on the back. He watches as she follows Topper out the back door where Y/N and Julio had come through earlier. 

Everything he and Sarah talked about flies out the window when Julio of all people see him standing there with a little bag full of who knows what that Barry gave him. Barry’s drunk and high, that’s one of the only reasons he gave it to him. Barry would kill him any other time. 

He’s been toying around with the idea of just doing it. Taking all these pills and getting it over with. 

“You probably shouldn’t take those.” Rafe side glances at him but doesn’t speak.”

“If you’re doing that shit you shouldn’t be around her.” Rafe doesn’t like him and he likes him even less when he tells him if he can or can’t be around Y/N.

“Mind your business.” He barks out.

“This is my business, you know why? Because she’s my business. And she’s a recovering addict too, Rafe. Or did you forget?” He shrugs. 

“Look, I don’t care if you care about your sobriety. But we both know you care about her enough not to risk hers. So if you’re going to do that shit, don’t bring it around her. And stay away from her.” This is the angriest he has ever heard the dark-haired man. 

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do on my tour with my friends.”  Deep down he knows Julio’s right. Right now he doesn’t care what the man says. He wants to fight him. 

“Do whatever the hell you want with yourself, I’m asking you to please, stay away from Y/N if you’re going to do drugs.”

“So you’re isolating her now too.”

“What does that mean?” Julio looks at him, one eyebrow raised, lips tight.

“You’re going to take her away. You’re taking her away from her family and her friends, to live in a country where she knows nobody. What kind of boyfriend does that?” 

“I’m taking her away from you, right?” 

“Yeah, you are.” The words spill from him before he can even think of denying them. 

“She isn’t anyone’s to take away. She makes her own decisions and she chose to be with me.” Julio saying shit like that makes him feel like he thinks he’s the best option. The best man out there.

“Shut up. You’re not better than me just because you say that stuff.”

“I’m not better than anyone, just let her be.” He doesn’t say anything. Julio stands up.

“You had your chance. Let her go.” He stays quiet. Julio starts to walk away. 

“I can’t.” He sees as Julio’s steps stutter.

“I’m going to fight for her.” 

“There’s nothing left to fight for.” He walks away. Back into her arms. Where he wishes he could be.

+++

The two weeks back home in Kildare were filled with press and interviews. Filled with people asking them when the next album was and when they would be back. He was scheduled to go to rehab after two weeks back home but due to scheduling, they had to move his tour up. Y/N was already in Spain. She spent a bit of time with her family, made sure everything was good and then flew off to Europe, taking his heart with her.

They were okay again, he had explained that he would go to rehab and try to get himself under control again. She told him that she was proud of him and that she wished him all the best. She told him that she wouldn’t be able to make it to his first show but that she would be there for his last. She hugged him goodbye on her last day on the island and told him that he would see her soon. 

The engagement scare still circulated in his brain. He’s so afraid that she would get engaged while she was away and he would truly lose her forever. Whenever he thought about it he felt like throwing up. 

One month. One month and he would see her again. 

+++

She stayed with Julio’s family for three weeks in Madrid before they had to go to Valencia where he had to film. She liked being in Madrid the most because she knew how to get around and she could stay at Julio’s house. In Valencia, they’re staying in a hotel so she doesn’t have the comfort of her things. She’ll go to the set with him most of the time but other times they are such long shoots she’d rather do anything else. She wants to explore but she’s so directionally challenged she’s scared to get lost and never return, her map couldn’t even save her sometimes. 

Julio cooks for her every day, he teaches her how to cook some dishes he learned in his classes, they write songs together, and she runs songs by him which turns into them taking turns serenading each other. They drunkenly kiss under street lights and dance in the rain. She’s never felt happier, ever been so in love. 

A month in and she’s back in Los Angeles where Rafe’s playing his last show. She’s excited to be here for him but she’s counting down the hours until she can go back to Spain. 

When she gets home she checks to see that her house hasn’t been broken into and that all pipes are still in place. Her worst nightmare is returning to a flooded house. It all seems normal, she opens a few windows to air it out. Penny’s back in Spain with Julio so she feels extra alone. 

She texts Rafe that she’s back in town and he texts her back within a minute. 

“Thank you for coming, angel.” She smiles at the nickname and responds,

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

He sees her and his world stops. Her hair is in loose waves and it looks a little longer than when he had last seen her. His heart reaches out to her, begging to be in her presence. Sarah notices him there standing like an idiot and waves him over, the motion grabbing Y/N’s attention. 

“Hey,” he says walking over.

“Hi!” She says putting her arms out to him, she goes on her tippy toes to reach him. 

“How are you?” He asks her, slowly letting go. 

“I’m good! Jetlagg is kicking my ass, but happy to be here! Look at you, rockstar.” She has a wide smile on her face that makes him feel like he’s seeing the sun for the first time.

“Yeah,” he laughs a little, scratching the back of his neck, shy all of a sudden.

“I heard a little rumour that Sofia was around?”

“I invited her to a show, extending a branch and all and we talked but that ship has sailed.”

“Are you on good terms?”

“I think we could be better, but it’s okay, I’m not holding my breath.” She links her arm with his, he looks at where their arms connect and feels like he’s on fire. How is he ever going to get over her?

+++

Rafe is amazing. He’s in a class of his own when he’s up on stage giving the show of a lifetime. It makes her tear up. She can’t help but think how he almost gave this all up when they were younger. She can’t imagine him anywhere but the stage. If he were working for his dad, his star would be caged. She’s so happy she could be a small part of his journey. He deserves the world. 

For the first time since they started talking again, she feels like they can go back to normal. She loves him. She can have her best friend back. 

+++

She doesn’t know how fast everything can fall apart. It’s perfect. Too perfect. She should have known that the other shoe would drop sooner or later. That’s how her life goes. She should have known she couldn’t have everything she wants. Things get ripped away eventually.

Rafe and Topper had mentioned that there were rumours they might have to go on a festival run. She hasn’t heard anything from their manager or their label. She likes the idea of a festival run, it could get them playing in front of people who don’t know who they are and expose them to new crowds.

She misses performing, she knows this would cut her time in Spain short. Much shorter than anticipated. She’s supposed to be there for almost seven months, with a bit of travelling back and forth until Julio finishes filming and they can stay in New York for a while. 

She’s only been here for three months. It’s been so nice to be back with Julio full time, and get to do normal couple things after work. She doesn’t know how she’ll break the news to him. She chooses not to until she knows for sure. 

The peace is short-lived. 

“What is this?” Julio holds up the phone for her to take. She grabs his phone and looks at Boston Calling’s festival lineup. She reads trying to see what he’s talking about and finally finds what he’s asking about. Saturday, May 8th: Kildare Split B stage. 

“I promise I didn’t know anything about this.” She tries to reassure him.

“That’s in two weeks.” He says to her, she feels the emotion in his voice.

“I know. I’ll talk to them.” She gives him his phone back and wraps her arms around him. 

“I’m sorry.” They stay wrapped up in each other, silence overtaking them.

+++

“Ash, no one told me. I just thought I had more time.”

“There’s nothing we can do, we have the contract, you’re expected here.” She slides her hand over her face and sighs. 

“Okay. That’s fine, but I’m leaving right after, no press.”

“Y/N, that’s not the only festival. You’ll be doing stops all spring and summer.” Her stomach drops. 

“Why didn’t anyone tell me?” 

“I’m sorry. The label will make no exceptions. You have to be here for every show.”

+++

She cries in Julio’s arms about having to leave so soon. He tells her it’s okay and that it’s nothing that they aren’t used to. She hates being used to being so far from him. She already misses him. 

They try to get back to normal for the remainder of the time but something shifts. She can’t quite place it. She doesn’t know if it’s her or if it’s him. It feels off. For the first time since they met, it feels like they’re orbiting around different stars. 

They’re returning to their apartment from lunch with one of his co-stars when her world starts to crack. She knows what he’s thinking before he even says it out loud. His eyes are sad and she can read him. She’s never hated him a day since they met. Not until now. She tries to distract herself, tries changing the subject, she tells him she’s going to shower and get ready for bed. 

In the shower, she tries to scrub away the doubt and rubs at her skin to try and rid herself of the feeling. Impending doom. The world ending. A black hole fiding her universe and destroying it before she can do anything to stop it. 

When she gets out of the shower he’s sitting on the edge of their bed facing her, she’s still trying to avoid it, she kisses his cheek and turns away. He stops her from walking away by grabbing her hand and pulling her towards him. She doesn’t face him. She can’t.

“This is so hard.” His voice comes out hoarse.

“Then don’t do it.” 

“I love you so much it hurts.” It’s not supposed to hurt. He taught her that. 

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

“You said we could get through it. You said that it was nothing we hadn’t done.”

“I know what I said. I thought I could.”

“And now you can’t.” He looks at her, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I wish things could be different.”

“No. No. No. Stop, no, you don’t get to break up with me.” She’s screaming, the tears already spilling from her eyes. She’s never felt so crazy. And her world falls apart. She doesn’t remember a time before her life was him and her.

“Y/N. You know I love you, I would do anything for you, and this is the right thing to do.”

“No. You don’t get to choose what is right for me. I do. And I choose you. I always choose you.”

“It’s not feasible. Being away from you. It hurts too much. It hurts you and it hurts me. I can’t do 

it. My heart breaks every time you leave.”

“I’ll do anything.” Tears fall from his eyes as he gulps.

“Moving here is not realistic for you, you were supposed to be here for way longer and look, you leave in three days. I don’t blame you. It’s everything you’ve worked for and I won’t be the person that holds you back.” She’s sobbing now, she can’t see him over her tears, she’s shaking and desperate to get him to listen. To keep him. 

“I’ll quit the band.” It comes tumbling out of her mouth before she can stop it. she grabs his face and makes him look at her. “I’ll quit.” He looks at her eyes wide. 

“No.”

“Julio, please.”

“You don’t mean that, you’ll resent me and you won’t be happy and it’ll ruin us.”

“I won’t. I promise.” She’d never heard these sounds come out of her body before, so guttural and painful from somewhere deep inside her. 

“You will. You would never ask me to quit acting, would you?”

“No,” she whines, the tears flowing.

“Then how could I ask you to quit your dreams?” He’s right. She knows he is and it fucking hurts. She wants to rip her heart out. She’s never felt pain like this and she wishes she could have never met him. 

That’s not true, the thought of never having him in her life hurts. No matter how painful this moment is, the realization that their relationship is over is, she would never take back the years she spent with him. He showed her what it meant to be loved. How it felt to be seen and wanted. He taught her selflessness in love. She would never take it back. She needs to numb the pain. 

She falls into his arms, her face on his chest as she cries and cries. He holds her like he never wants to let go and cries with her. God how she wishes she could live another life. How she wishes they could be other people. In another life, she thinks. In another life. 

He’s what she wants, but she’s not what he needs. Because she’s hurting him. She’s been hurting him and he can’t put up with it anymore. She’s not worth it.

She books her flight for that night. Not wanting to prolong their inevitable goodbye. She watches as he closes the door to his apartment. The last time she’ll be here. They hold hands on the way down to his car and then as he drives her to the airport where he kisses her for the last time. Kisses her goodbye. And she gets on the plane and cries all the way home. The flight attendant keeps bringing her water and the people around her are whispering. She closes the curtains around her pod. Her eyes focus on the sides of the window as the frost builds like little spider webs reaching out to her.

She loves him. She loves him. She can’t believe this.

+++

She gets to her house. Penny next to her. She sets her stuff down next to the door and collapses into a pile of skin, bone, and numbness. Her heart missing. Her heart was somewhere back in Spain with the boy he dragged her out of her isolation and brought her back to life. How could she ever be okay again?

She doesn’t leave her house or her bed until the day she has to be on a flight to Boston. She has about 100 missed calls and a billion unopened text messages. She doesn’t care to talk to anyone. Doesn’t want to explain the breakup. 

+++

She can feel herself isolating. To the way, things were before him. She’s in a room full of people and she feels the most alone she’s ever been. She waves everyone off, not giving them a second glance. She marches on stage, she plays the show with a missing heart. Pretending she’s okay. The band sees right through her, the fans don’t know better. 

Everyone is worried about her. Ash forces her to come out with the band and crew. She’s probably scared she’ll overdose if she’s on her own. All the telltale signs of how she used to be. They’re keeping an eye on her. 

She doesn’t feel like she’s in her body, she’s floating through life right now. She walks out onto the balcony, needing fresh air. 

Everyone’s dancing as she sits on the balcony and stares at the night sky. The wind makes goose bumps rise on her skin. She feels another tear try and escape her eye. She blinks it away before it can. She’s so tired of crying all the time. 

“Hey, you.” Topper steps out into the crisp air. 

“Hey,” she whispers, trying to cover that she’s been crying. 

“You okay?”

“No.”

“It’ll be okay. Sometimes love just doesn’t last. It happens and it’ll pass.”

“We didn’t break up because we didn’t love each other. If the distance didn’t exist I would still be with him. I would choose him over and over again but I was hurting him and in turn, I was hurting myself and neither of us expected or would accept the other quitting their dream jobs to move. So we’re done and it fucking hurts, Top. I saw forever with him. I haven’t felt that way about anyone ever. Part of me thinks that one day, when we’re both settled and not chasing the next best thing, we’ll be together.” She’s choking up, tears spilling over.

“Come here,” he opens his arms to her and she falls into them, “I’m here for you.” she looks over his shoulder to where Rafe is with their friends. 

“For now I just want to drink and cry and sleep for three weeks. I want the pain to stop. I don’t want to feel.” She pulls back from Topper, grabbing his arm and dragging him back inside. 

She would forget. At least for tonight.

+++

Her head pounds in the morning. She would blame all the crying she’s been doing but it’s mostly the alcohol. Cleo would kill her if she knew how much she was drinking again. She opens her eyes and looks around the half-lit room, the morning sun peeking through the curtains. The curtains are on the wrong side of the room. She looks around some more and notices clothes thrown on the floor. Men’s clothes. This isn’t her room. 

She remembers bits of the night before, kissing and touching in the elevator ride, the fight to find his room key, looking into his blue eyes and forgetting the name of the man with the brown eyes. At least for a moment. She blinks as if that would stop the headache.  

“Shit.” She hears from beside her. She slowly turns her head until her eyes meet the blue eyes staring back at her. 

“Top.”

“Fuck.”

[sunnyy3d]

Hi again

Ok so I am currently obsessed with Matt smith and Alex Kingston so I wanted to know if you would write a 11th/river/reader fanfic where the reader is a companion that just started travelling with them but for some reason she is immortal and always finds them but she doesn’t totally understand how the meeting keeps happening between them all so she just jumped from a new tune where she was happily married to the doctor and river but now she meets river/melody who doesn’t know her yet and she gets jealous bc she over heard them talking about another girl(her just younger) and it leads to the doctor having to explain to her that they aren’t at that time yet and river gifts her a journal so she can write down where and how they keep meeting hopefully this makes enough sense and you would want to write it I just want some fluff/cuteness along with confusion on time travel

Timeless Love| 11th Doctor x River x Reader

A/N: Requests open! (Obviously)

God, I'm so nauseous. Will I ever get used to that? I really wish that I had my own TARDIS; it'd be so much better than a vortex manipulator. The Doctor calls it "cheap and nasty time travel," and he's not wrong. Of course, I'll never let him know that, though.

I let the dizziness subside before opening my eyes. I'm facing a wall? I've gotta go through the checklist. Okay, first is smell. It smells... old? Like antiques and dust. Why is smell first anyway? The second is hearing. I hear sirens, which leads to the next part: sight. To go with the sirens, I see a red flashing light coming from a bulb farther up the wall. That's always a good sign! Last but not least, the 360. Well, it's more like a 180, but that's beside the point. I spin only to find a gun pointed at my head. My smile immediately drops, the excitement of being in a new environment being replaced with dread. What have I gotten myself into this time?

"Oi, don't touch the fez! Wait, no, don't take it," I hear from behind the brute holding the gun.

"Don't listen to him. Please take the fez," I'd recognize those voices from anywhere. Especially the sarcasm... It only makes sense that they're around when I find myself in trouble. I can't let myself get distracted; this is a life-or-death situation. Just do what The Doctor taught you. Be rational and observe.

Peering past the gun, I see a creature I've never seen before in my time with The Doctor. This thing is enormous, at least a foot or two taller than me. They (it?) have on a suit of armor--similar to what would be found back on Earth-- that obscures its face. Maybe it's a security guard? It would make sense, considering that behind it are glass cases that hold artifacts.

Regardless, this creature's sheer size means I can't fight it. At least not successfully. That throws all of the self-defense skills River taught me out of the window. I really wish she was here. Oh wait... she is. I'll just have to play the innocent card. It shouldn't be hard, considering that I am innocent. I put my hands up beside my head as a sign of surrender, careful to go at a speed that's not threatening. "I just got here, I swear. I have no idea what's going on," I reason. I have a feeling that it's not gonna work well.

"Oh, look who it is! Where have you been?" Looking past the guard, I spot The Doctor and River being led in by another guard.

I sigh, "It's not what it looks like."

"It's exactly what it looks like!" The Doctor interrupts with his stupid smile.

"Honey, can you shut please? I kinda have a gun in my face right now," I plead.

"Oh right..."

"Excuse me, sir?" River distracts the guard in front of me.

"We're going to have to ask you to put that gun down. Darling, you might want to duck." Without even thinking, I follow her instructions. I trust River and The Doctor with my life. What kind of wife would I be otherwise? Being stuck between the wall and the fight, I have no choice but to crawl away.

I'm hiding behind one of the cases when The Doctor comes around the corner, disheveled and panting. It's a good look at him. His hair is messy before he runs a hand through it and flashes his signature smile. God, I could kiss him. But now's not the time. We're in the middle of a fight. I say we, but I really mean River. "What are you doing?" I yell.

"I could ask you the same thing!" Loud shots hit the walls around us. I peek around the corner and see two more guards have shown up as reinforcement.

A bullet flies past my head, and I quickly take my retreat behind the case. "Look! We'll have to save this conversation for after we get out of whatever situation you got us into this time. River needs help." The Doctor gives me an offended look.

"River does NOT need help, no thanks to you guys," she says sarcastically.

The Doctor and I come out from behind the case. "What are you guys even doing here?" I ask with my hands on my hips.

"Uhh... we're picking something up," The Doctor answers nervously. I nod, my lips drawing into a thin line as I give him a skeptical hum. It's probably not worth questioning, and I probably won't get a straight answer.

"And you are?" River questions, looking me up and down. Even after being with her for a while, I still get butterflies when she looks at me like that.

But the butterflies are scooped up by my confusion. "What do you mean, River? We've been-"

"SPOILERS," The Doctor interjects. "If you'll just give us a moment, please?" I nod as he drags River away. They huddle together with their backs facing me. Clearly, I'm not supposed to hear this conversation, but it doesn't stop me from trying. Unfortunately, they're just out of earshot, so I can only hear a few words.

Focusing on their conversation, I piece together some parts. "She's... beautiful... amazing... younger... she's like..." The Doctor explains with expressive hands. Occasionally, River glances back at me with a smile.

Who are they talking about like that? It has to be someone special. Why else would they keep it a secret from me? More importantly, why is River saying she doesn't know me? Has she had her memory wiped? Clearly, The Doctor knows who I am, but he's also acting weird. What has happened to our marriage? Did all of the intimate moments that we shared go down the drain? All the adventures forgotten?

I'm so lost in thought that it takes me a second to realize that they've finished their conversation and have started walking back towards me. I quickly stand straight, suddenly incredibly self conscious. I cross my arms and frown, "So, who's this mystery woman and why did you have to talk about her in secret?" I know my words reek of jealousy, but I can't help it. We've been married for so long, and yet here they are talking about some other woman.

The Doctor sighs, thinking about how he should respond. "We were talking about you. I know it might not make too much sense right now, but River and I aren't in the same timeline as you."

"This is actually my first time meeting you, I'm afraid. Though I'm sure it won't be the last," River looks me up and down with a smirk. I blush and look away. Even if this is her first time meeting me, she still has to flirt.

Everything is starting to make sense now. All of the times when The Doctor or River thought that they had done something with me but hadn't. Or when they'd forget simple things. It's not that they forgot; it just hadn't happened to them yet. Why didn't I think of this before? And why hadn't they explained this to me earlier? Why does time have to be so complicated?

"This happens all of the time with me and River. It's honestly quite annoying to figure out," The Doctor chuckles.

"You know, that actually makes a lot of sense. Things are starting to come together now. That explains why you guys are so confusing sometimes. Sorry, extra confusing sometimes." The couple laughs before River holds up her finger, saying hold on and grabbing her bag off her back. She rummages through it momentarily before letting out a small 'aha.' I look at The Doctor with my eyebrows scrunched in confusion. He only shrugs. River pulls out what she was looking for. I see a look of recognition flash across The Doctor's face before I can tell what it is.

"Here," she holds out a book. It's a royal blue and has squares on it like the TARDIS. It looks naturally worn, its deckled pages ready to hold a story. "I have a smiliar journal. I use it to keep track of my encounters with this idiot. Maybe you can do the same?" She suggests with a warm smile.

From this distance, I can see how young she is. Though she doesn't look much different, her eyes tell a different story. They have more youth to them, more innocence. Let's be honest: River has never truly been innocent. But she is more innocent than the River that I know best. I smile as I take the journal in my hands. It's perfect. It'll be easy to carry around, and it is absolutely gorgeous.

So much has yet to come for The Doctor and River, both terrible and happy. And even though I have lived through things that they haven't, they have lived through things that I haven't. This book will hold stories that cannot be shared with the ones I love the most. If I were to share it, it could ruin everyone's timeline. Time is a delicate balance of... wibbly, wobbly, timey, wimey... stuff. Okay, I'll admit that wasn't the most eloquent I have been, but it'll have to do.

With a smile, I look up at my husband and wife (well, future for them), "Thank you. I have a feeling that I'll be using this a lot."

[cozy-kitty-corner]

SBI Whumptober day 3 - a superhero AU in which Tommy believes he’s only good enough if he’s useful, and overworks himself. Enjoy <3

Tommy held back a frown as he surveyed the course again. Rings and poles hung from the ceiling, all at varying heights from the high platform Tommy was on.

The blonde had been practicing all day, and his worn wings ached like nothing he’d ever felt before, but he had to do this. If he was going to do anything good in his life, he was going to be a hero.

“Ready?” A stern voice crackled through the speakers.

Tommy spread his wings in response, doing his best to ignore the state of them.

“3…2…1… GO.” An ear shattering beep followed the harsh call, and Tommy leapt.

He’d been practicing for so long that he knew where every draft, every tiny change in the air flow was.

Angling his wings to catch the updraft and cut precious time off of his run as he shot up into the air, beating his wings to lose the draft, soaring through the first hoop, the second, snapping a hand out to grab onto a pole and 180.

The wind whipped his face as he zipped through the air, pushing pushing pushing.

His wings screamed with the strain, but he knew better than to give in. He couldn’t fail this.

He landed on the platform again, and checked his time.

7.8 seconds.

He growled. “Come on, you can do better than that.”

He turned around again, pressing a button on the big screen that stated he was ready for his test. He had to make sure he wasn’t so tired that his body would give out.

(Weak. If he wasn’t so useless, he’d have better control of his body.)

He wasn’t counted down this time. The beep simply rang out and Tommy shot forward, tracking movements in his mind.

Up, hard right, dive, catch the updraft in time, account for drag, don’t hold onto the turning pole too long, quick quick quick.

A burst of air shot out of a vent that Tommy had long discounted as unused ducts as he passed it.

Tommy’s wing, too tired to hold out against the force, snapped inwards and slammed into his side, sending him spinning.

He slammed into a thick post, an audible crunch echoing out above the winds.

And he fell onto the bare floor, one wing snapping underneath him. Definitely broken.

Blood dribbled slowly out of Tommy’s mouth as his entire body wailed in agony.

The winds shut off, leaving his ears ringing in the silence-

A door opened and footsteps rang out, breaking the silence as suddenly as it had come.

After a moment, a shadow came over Tommy, and he managed to turn his head just enough to see the Head Judge, looking disapprovingly down at the blonde over his clipboard.

He tapped Tommy with a toe, ignoring the avian’s chirp of protest.

(Pitiful. Beastly sound.)

After a moment, he turned away, speaking one horrible word to seal Tommy’s fate as a useless street kid forever, and closing the door to leave the avian in silence once again.

“Rejected.”

                              ———

That night, Tommy slept curled in an alleyway. There was no splint for his wing, because he hadn’t earned it. He got nothing, and so he gave himself nothing. Because he failed.

[tadpolesonalgae]

“maybe it’ll turn out to be a wonderful meal they all bond over 🥳”

now tabby, you know damn well…

anyways, thinking about the next chapter, and there’s something i’d like to chime in on. when i was 14, i attempted suicide, and for me, being around family make me super uncomfortable, to the point where when i was around them and they were asking me questions i’d just go non-verbal. like full on armadillo into myself, under a table, refusing to say or do anything. i feel like reader and i are SUPER alike (or at least i used to be super like her) so i think it’d be interesting to see what here reaction will be when she’s surrounded by everyone at a family dinner, essentially forced to socialize. i’d also like to say that in the immediate few weeks after i was let out of the hospital, i was sort of hot and cold with how i was feeling. like one day i’d wake up feeling like death itself was sitting on my chest, but then the next, i’d be awake at 6am, hop out of bed, and immediately start doing things to better myself. and on some of those days, i’d do and say reckless things (i’m like 95% sure i was basically just manic). one time, relatively soon after the incident, i was being lectured by my dad about schoolwork and i snapped and called him an asshole straight to his face; something i NEVER would have done before, and everyone in the family was just in shock because everyone, including myself, had never expected me to act in such a way. immediately after i said it though, i reverted back to my usual self and ran away and hid under a table locked in my room and didn’t speak to anything for a while after that. i guess the point i’m trying to make here is; suicide attempts can do weird things to people’s emotions, everything has essentially come bubbling to the surface, so i’d sort of like to see reader acting in a few unexpected ways. i don’t want a 180 degree spin on her character, i just want some of those unexpected snaps to come out. like i could totally see mor saying something vaguely bitchy-ish and reader saying “oh fuck you” on instinct or something, completely blindsiding everyone at the table, even herself, and essentially breaking down and reverting back to her timid manner immediately after like “oh my gosh i’m so sorry i don’t know where that came from”

anyways, yah, i love the story, you’re doing such a great job expressing everyone’s emotions, like the whole situation is just super nuanced and you’re doing a great job at showing it, i truly just love your writing <3

-🌁

‘now tabby, you know damn well…’

🫣😭😭😭

I have no idea why anyone would be concerned about what could unfold over a family dinner with Mor and reader sat so close to one another

‘to the point where when i was around them and they were asking me questions i’d just go non-verbal.’

Okay, first of all, I am so sorry you ever had to experience a low like that and you have all my respect and any warmth I can offer for managing to make it through to where you are now, I can’t begin to imagine how difficult it was to get past that and live, but I’m happy you’ve made it to now and will continue onwards 🧡💛

Second of all though, I wanted to mention that I haven’t heard anyone else experience the silence like that? I think fourteen is also hands down the worst age to be for a lot of people for some reason, and while mine was from anxiety and not depression, similar moments happened? Just kind of shutting down in social situations specifically around family and being unable to respond? I do wonder if it’s some kind of coping mechanism, or a form a dissociation to distance oneself from the present to feel safer?

‘i’d also like to say that in the immediate few weeks after i was let out of the hospital, i was sort of hot and cold with how i was feeling.’

Even in day-to-day life, I have to admit I find it strange how swiftly emotions can change? Or even just waking up in a bad mood that you can’t shake no matter how many hot meals you have, or how clean your room is, or how many showers you take? And it just kind of clings to you, waiting for something bad to happen? It’s so unhelpful and difficult to cope with so I’m sorry you had to go through those likely turbulent emotions :/

‘(i’m like 95% sure i was basically just manic)’

So was it similar to rapidly swinging between depressive and manic episodes? I mean, to an extent I could see why after having been through such intense emotions that it would take a while to begin feeling semi-like yourself again?

‘i guess the point i’m trying to make here is; suicide attempts can do weird things to people’s emotions, everything has essentially come bubbling to the surface, so i’d sort of like to see reader acting in a few unexpected ways.’

I agree with emotions becoming pretty volatile and unpredictable after a suicide attempt from a logical standpoint, however I would like to say(?) theorise(?) I feel like those ‘snappy’ moments weirdly tend to come out around people you’re close with, so I couldn’t see it happening with Mor? That being said, I do have some ideas in mind for some stuff that relates to these slightly out-of-the-blue behaviours

‘anyways, yah, i love the story, you’re doing such a great job expressing everyone’s emotions, like the whole situation is just super nuanced and you’re doing a great job at showing it, i truly just love your writing <3’

I really appreciate your reassurance, but I do hope it isn’t bringing up any bad memories for you :/

Obviously there are heavy spots in the story, and inevitably I think because emotions can manifest in different ways in different people, there might be some parts that resonate with you, while others that seem strange or out of character, but I hope that for the most part the story is fairly fluid and maybe (I’m hoping) for some people it may turn out to something to find some semblance of comfort in? Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself though 🧡💛

[satoriberry]

miscellaneous tokimitsu aoshi headcanons (currenty exploding with love for this guy lets just do this)

watch out for: shidou ryusei, maybe slight tokiaryu but its platonic lol

has stomach issues from being so stressed all the time. give the boy a laxative pls :(

his favourite fruit is mangoes. sits in his home all summer eating them to the point where you could see mango juice stains all over his face (yknow, like spaghetti sauce on lil babies)

since he doesn't like cream based desserts (source: in the manga books somewhere, not sure cause i got this from twitter translations lol), he can't really join the guys when they're getting icecream which makes him sad but aryu insists on getting sorbet with him because "dairy causes me to breakout". in reality, its because he doesnt want aoshi to feel left out

used to have braces from ages 11-14 and literally gets flashbacks of that era

almost had his first kiss during a spin-the-battle game at a party in his first year but chickened out last second

doesn't like chewy candy like starbursts or hard gummies because the amount of force needed to chew on them puts him edge (calm down its just candy lmfao)

kind of popular between the girls, but not the ones from his class cause they know how much of a worry-worm he is

does not understand shidou, like, at all. especially his hair. they were in the showers once and tokimitsu attempted to compliment the blonde dye in his hair, but then shidou was like "its not dyed, its natural". tokimitsu proceeded to physically turn 180° and pretend he didnt open his mouth in the first place

even though he's really proud of his physique and muscles, he sometimes gets jealous of those guys that can rock really baggy clothes without their body's silhouette being visible :(

has a fascination with hair textures, eg: wavy, curly, coily. he has plain hair so he finds it so interesting how hair can have different shapes

a good swimmer but the idea of drowning overpowers his want to swim more often

if you asked him 'who's the hottest player you've ever seen' he'll say aryu cause he has no real answer. but, subconciously, he knows its oliver.

helps old people cross the street, even if its inconvenient for him

a bitch for noise-cancelling headphones. they save his life when public noises are too stimulating

likes collecting cute socks as a hobby but doesnt tell anybody about it

INSANELY jealous of people with nice nails or simply decent ones because his are so worn down from all the biting and stress chewing

favourite type of clothes are basketball shorts and crewneck sweaters

his skin is so soft its crazy. he doesnt even care about it but at all times he's??? just??? shining???? glistening and bright.

[dontfeeltoohot]

I had an idea last night for an AU where Eddie is a witch/healer. Thought it might be fun. This is more introductory than anything. I can’t decide whether I want it as canon-divergence or modern, but I went with canon-divergence for this. It has potential for Eddie healing Steve when sick or injured, plus Eddie himself dealing with the repercussions of taking someone’s pain/illness and magical burn out. 

I hope you guys enjoy 2k of whatever kind of witch au this is! Please let me know what you think! 

XXX

He wants to help the second he sees Steve’s skin, bitten up and raw from the bats. A tugging sensation begins; like a magnetic force, his hands itching to heal the man he’s only just started talking to. It’s not a good idea, he knows this much, so instead of using his powers to take the obvious pain away, he stands back and watches Nancy tend to the man’s injured torso, longing to be her not for the first time in his life. He throws his denim vest at Harrington to release some pent up anxiety.

Eddie’s not stupid. His crush on Steve Harrington is only growing as he finds out that the stupid kids were right, that he is a good guy. Good and charming and funny. He can feel stubbornness and determination oozing off the guy, a stark contrast from his own anxiousness and urge to run the hell out of this liminal, hellish landscape and back to the confines of his trailer. As they walk through the forest, the long haired man’s sense of dread grows rapidly, unease curdling in his stomach.

The thing is, his powers are somehow stronger here, in this dark version of Hawkins. His intuition, his knowing, the buzz in his fingertips that allow his need to help people almost tickles his skin. Swallowing, Eddie walks carefully around the tree roots and leaves, so as not to disturb the forces around the area. He may be a witch, but he’s not the most graceful.

Robin hits something, and the ground shakes, throwing all four around like rag dolls. He and the youngest land on the ground, close enough he can see more freckles than he’d first realized. She lets out a strangled, nervous yelp, and when they’re all standing again, Eddie’s eyes dart around to make sure no one is hurt more than they have been already. They continue on. The eldest is hoping to talk to Steve when something flashes in his eyes, red and black and white.

“Eddie. It’s time for you to join me. Your powers will help get what I need. You will help me get what I need.”

The voice is low and makes the hairs on his neck and arms stand in attention. Blinking, it’s as if time has stopped. The three others aren’t moving, as if they’re frozen. This isn’t like any vision he’s experienced before. Spinning 180 degrees, Eddie doesn’t see anything coming towards them, but he can feel that ominous dread hit him again, stronger this time. Turning back, the twenty year old stiffens.

Standing there, staring back at him with an incredible amount of intensity, is a man…? or maybe not, but something vaguely resembling a human, if humans had thick vines growing off of them, red skin and glowing eyes. His fingers are long and pointed, sharp like a knife tip. Eddie swallows, unable to move.

“It’s time, Eddie. A witch with such strong powers as you deserves to be praised. You keep yourself hidden away and use your powers for trivial healing. Join me, Eddie.”

He blinks and the…thing is gone. The group is staring at him, eyebrows drawn in confusion and worry. Steve has a hand out, ready to shake his shoulder, but he steps backwards, trying to compose himself. What the fuck was that?

“Dude what just happened?”

“Why’d you stop walking?”

“Guys…”

Eddie shakes his head and schools his face, managing to force what he hopes is a smile, even if he can feel it wobble. There’s no way he’s telling them about whatever that was, not when he’s already had to explain Chrissy. He’s sure they already think he’s part of this shit show- no need to give them more ammunition, or worry them for that matter. Not until he knows that’s going on.

“Sorry, thought I saw something in the distance, guess I was wrong.”

Steve’s eyes linger on him, and when they walk again, the girls trudge forward while the boys take the back. Taking his chance now that there aren’t extra eyes, Eddie puts a hand on Steve’s shoulder, crowding his space. The tingly feeling in his hand swirls, unnoticeable to Steve. He pulls some of the pain out of the other's body, wincing as it travels down his arm and through his own body.

“You’re sure you’re alright man? You were…it reminded me of Max…”

Steve’s standing slightly straighter now, as if his lower torso isn’t screaming in pain anymore. Eddie counts it as a win, stopping. He can’t

afford to be obvious about his powers, not until they’re all safe and back in the real world.

“Yeah I’m fine Harrington, don’t worry your pretty little head,” the musician lies easily. “I’m not going to start floating in mid air.”

The sentence is meant to be a joke but it falls flat, silence encompassing them instead. Eddie’s always hated the silence, it lets too many feelings and thoughts drift to him, other people's auras encroaching too quickly.

“So uh, what is this place? You mentioned it but I don’t remember…”

“The upside down, at least that’s what the kids call it. Basically the flipped version of Hawkins. There’s these things called demogorgans, and like…dogs and this big spider look-“

“So Shadowfell. Or the Underdark,” Eddie nods, starting to understand.

“What?”

“Dungeons and Dragons? The Plane of Shadow? No?”

Steve shakes his head, making the elder groan, even though he knows he should have suspected it. Of course King Steve wouldn’t know anything about actual Dungeons and Dragons. His mind scrambles back to demogorgans and he frowns harder.

“How the hell did you guys find this?”

“El, the girl with super powers…she opened a portal or something, I don’t even fully understand. But a few years back she turned up at the Wheelers after escaping Hawkins Lab. And then it all went to shit.”

Eddie takes time to think everything over as they head to Nancy’s place. The ache from taking Steve’s pain drains some of his energy, but he keeps up with the others, ignoring the dull throb in his head. Is El a witch? She escaped from the lab, was she tested on? When they arrive at the house, Eddie steps inside last, letting his body adjust to the atmosphere around them. It’s dark and hollow, almost helpless. He wonders if the others can feel even an inkling of it.

As they stand in Wheelers room; he could have never guessed he’d be here of all places, the witch notices Robin shifting awkwardly. Frowning, he puts a hand on her gently and squeezes her shoulder, giving a smile.”

“It’ll be okay, even though this shit sucks right now.”

He doesn’t believe himself, and he doubts Robin does either, but she seems to relax all the same. It’s that, or the fact Eddie’s just extracted the ache from her muscles easily, settling it in his own and letting out a sigh, dropping his arm.

The kids come through, Dustin, Lucas, Max and even Lady Applejack herself. He’s just grateful they’re alive and okay. The nearest portal is his own trailer, which makes him shiver through his leather jacket. All he can think of is Chrissy and her bones snapping. Logically, he knows there’s nothing he could have done, no potion or touch can bring someone back from the dead- if it could, Wayne would still be alive.

Biking doesn’t help the ache that’s now clinging to his body, but he knows Steve’s got it worse, can tell from the pain that’s wafting from him. Eddie remembers the bracelet he’s got in his desk, the one that he’s put a healing charm on. Maybe if he’s fast he can snatch it up and shove it on Steve, even if it’ll raise questions.

Busting into the best up old trailer, Eddie can’t help but feel self conscious. The three others by his side are well off, enough so that they’ve probably never even stepped foot in something like this. The trailer is cluttered, but Eddie notices there are less mugs adorning the wall, that the papers on the fridge are different. Right. 1983. Fuck. No bracelet then, he realizes.

Upon looking up, the four see a large, pulsating space where the apparent ‘gate’ is, connecting the upside down and the real world together. There’s a noise from behind it, making them all tense. A moment later, Dustin is grinning his signature smile, and damn if he hasn’t missed that brat, and the others around him. Working together, they figure out how to get back to the real world. Both he and Steve insist on Robin and Nancy getting back first, then look at eachother.

“Dude, go ahead. I’m going last,” Steve says it with such conviction, brown eyes resolute, that Eddie nods without thinking. A moment later, his eyes flutter, and everything slows, the sudden silence deafening.

“Eddie.”

He keeps his eyes shut, trying to think of something he can do, some kind of spell or charm. He’s not that kind of witch, though, is the thing. He’s a healer, he relies on herbs and baby spells, he can’t cast something that’ll knock this fucker on his ass or kill him.

“Eddie.”

“I’m not whatever you think I am. Leave me alone,” his voice is shakier than he intends it to be, lacking the theatrics he usually can conjure up. Inevitable death, he supposes, makes it hard.

“But you are. You’re different, like me. You’re special, but the world doesn’t understand. We can make them understand.”

“I’m fine with how I’m treated,” Eddie lies.

Witches aren’t taboo, exactly, and no one but a select few know about that part of him. But being a metal head, being loud and defiant? That makes him an easy target, even if he’s learned how to fight back. Opening his eyes, he’s met with ocean blue ones, narrowed and all seeing.

“I can see right through you. You want more, want recognition and power, but you’re too afraid, too unsure. I can help.”

Eddie takes a step back, colliding with the trailer door.

“You’re full of shit. If you’re going to kill me, get it over with.”

At that moment, Master of Puppets rings out, making Eddie look around. Vecna, as the group has donned him, reaches out a hand, seemingly unbothered. A fingertip presses against the long haired man’s forehead, bangs brushed aside, making him groan at the sudden pain that’s threatening to split his head open.

“Join me.”

“N-No.”

The world unfreezes. Master of Puppets is still ringing out loudly, but he scrambles to get the suffocating headphones off, breathing heavily. His entire body is screaming, his head still hurts. Briefly, he wonders if he’s going to pass out. He can’t hear Steve but he’s talking frantically at him. Slowly, his hearing returns.

“-d, what happened?!? Eddie! Come on dude, what’s going on!”

“I don’t know.”

The words feel foreign as he speaks, like his brain has gone through a blender. He realizes then that he’s got a hand on Steve’s arm, his hand is burning. Steve’s color is returning, lips less grey than they’ve been the past few hours. He tries to take a step away but his body feels like jello.

“We need to get you back and figure out what just happened.”

Steve Harrington half carrying his heavy body up a rope isn’t something Eddie’s ever contemplated before, but it’s nice. He has to hang on to the man, but he makes sure he doesn’t take any more pain, not right now when he’s unable to keep himself in check. They land roughly on his mattress, and he can’t stifle the groan that makes it’s way out of his mouth.

“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to land on you,” Steve grimaces.

“It’s fine. We should….you need to get cleaned up, I have bandages and shit,” he explains to the younger man, feeling more at ease now that they’re out of the blue hell.

They get up, and Eddie directs Nancy and Steve to the tiny bathroom down the hall when the woman asks. The kids and Robin are talking and looking around his trailer, so he slips into his bedroom, hoping to find the damn bracelet for the resident martyr, as well as one of his healing potions, herbs and spices mixed in to help get his energy back up.

He downs the small vial and waits. Nothing happens. His head still aches, his body still screams in protest. He’s fucked.

[techtired]

Tesla Cybertruck: Excellent Engineering Restrained In 2024

Since Elon Musk smashed a glass in it on stage in 2019, it has been the most discussed automobile ever. The Tesla Cybertruck is the outstanding vehicle of the year. It does not mean that the car is the best one for 2024. Indeed, the "bulletproof" stainless steel Tesla pickup represents the most extreme manifestation of our split society of fear, and thanks to Musk's money, its creation was anything from typical. Still, you can now purchase an actual automobile with Bioweapon Defense Mode included. Regardless of what I say going forward, it's okay if you don't change your view about the Cybertruck. Driving turned out to be fun. Does that imply that everyone should have one or that I want one? Not regularly. I'll take care of it. As a technical showpiece, it is equally striking and distinctive and offers a fresh concept that might improve trucks and other commercial vehicles. How Does Tesla Cybertruck Work? The Cybertruck is the first to have a stainless steel body since the DeLorean DMC-12. Though its wedge-shaped body does not show a Tesla branding anywhere, you can easily distinguish it from other vehicles on the road. Four-wheel handling, a 123-kWh battery pack that can be employed, a six-foot bed four feet wide, and ground clearance of up to sixteen inches are features of all Cybertruks. Like all Teslas, The truck's controls are largely on a large 18.5-inch tablet in the middle and a 9.4-inch touchscreen in the rear. What I Felt While Driving? The standard model Cybertruck with two motors and all-wheel drive runs $79,990; the Cyberbeast with three motors runs $99,990. Tesla also specifies a rear-drive vehicle scheduled for production in 2025 on its website. For now, let's only discuss the AWD models you might be able to afford. I drove a twin-motor Foundation Series truck. It was a launch model with all-terrain tires, distinctive trim and logos, and a home charger operating in both directions. The Foundation Series is mainly there so that keen Cybertruck purchasers may bypass the queue for an additional $20,000. With two engines and an all-wheel drive, the Cybertruck can run from 0 to 60 mph in 4.1 seconds and has a 340-mile range. Conversely, the Cyberbeast runs for 2.6 seconds and forfeits 20 miles of range. In an eighth-mile drag race, you saw the Cyberbeast in Tesla's introduction film pulling another 911 while beating a Porsche 911. My Views On The Tesla Cybertruck's driving technique: The Cybertruck is steer-by-wire; hence, there is no mechanical link or steering column between the front wheels and the steering wheel. Instead, electronic motors turn all four wheels; the steering wheel has a rapidly adjustable ratio. In actual life, this transforms everything. Making 90- and 180-degree turns doesn't need you to cross your hands. Just move the steering wheel about 75 degrees for a right turn; turn the wheel around for a U-turn, roughly 120 degrees. To find out how far to spin the steering wheel, you need not move it or clasp your hands together. It makes turning simpler, and when coupled with the low center of gravity of the Cybertruck, it feels far more flexible than it is. Understanding The Design Is Important It's hard to talk about the Cybertruck if you don't mention how it looks. The Tesla truck's doorstop shape hasn't changed much since it was first shown in 2019. This is during a time when concept cars don't often make it to production, and auto design directors complain about "jelly bean" EVs. Everything else has changed, but I'm getting off track. As you drive, cell phones appear all over the place. Men point and gently poke their partners. In bed, women blink and poke their partners. Dogs shake with fear. Okay, not that last one. You must be comfortable being the center of attention when driving a Cybertruck. I never got the hang of it, maybe because I was shy in high school. Still, this kind of care was fair and suitable for everyone. More than anyone else, buyers liked the truck the most. I thought they would laugh. Even though the Cybertruck looks cold, you should be very nice if you own one. They look appealing alone, mainly from the side and three-quarter perspectives. Nothing is too much bother; a car looking like an eight-year-old's future sketch is appealing. From straight on, the front and rear seem a little weighty. Practically, Cybertruck's stainless steel construction is a fingerprint magnet, which already presents a challenge for its owners. One day of driving was all it took to get the trunk, doors, and rear view filthy. You'll get used to having others see your unclean refrigerator, or you'll have microfiber towels and spray cleaner with you every time you visit. Points to the first person who places an alphabet magnet on it. Points To Remember! Problems arise not only from the unusual form of the Cybertruck. Discerning massive sail panels, a small rear window, a giant console, and tall A-pillars up front is challenging. To view the camera feed in the rearview mirror—a shockingly cheap addition—you must take your eyes off the road and down at the dash tablet. If you signal to change lanes, it disappears and is replaced with a camera searching for blind areas. You won't be able to, so another vehicle will probably keep far away as they can see this object approaching from a mile away. Additionally, it is challenging to load goods from the sides into the bed because the large side slabs provide the truck with their wedge-like form. Rivals of Tesla Cybertruck Although most Cybertruck customers might not do extensive cross-shopping, it's interesting how it ranks versus other electric trucks in its class—the GMC Hummer EV, Rivian R1T, and Ford F-150 Lightning. Though blocky and refrigerator-like, the Cybertruck is among this class's smaller vehicles. The high-performance "Cyberbeast" tops the scales at 6,843 pounds; the dual-motor variant weighs 6,603 pounds. Though heavier than the 6,015-pound Ford F-150 Lightning, the Cybertruck is over a ton lighter than the 9,063-pound Hummer EV, several hundred pounds lighter than the 7,148-pound Rivian R1T. Though smaller than the substantial 212-kWh pack of the Hummer, the 123-kWh battery pack is comparable to the extended-range batteries Ford and Rivian employ. With an 18-inch larger bed extending six feet in length, the Cybertruck is six inches longer than the Rivian. It is three inches narrower, though, which makes loading from any direction save the rear more challenging. Price Comparison with Rivals At $79,990, the all-wheel-drive Cybertruck fits Rivian's Dual-Motor AWD R1T with its big 135-kWh battery pack. Performance is similar, and the Cybertruck provides a similar range of 340 miles as opposed to the R1T's EPA estimates. Still, buying a Cybertruck for the posted price could prove challenging. The Cybertruck is positioned in the Foundation Series alongside the Max-pack Performance R1T from Rivian, which boasts 410 miles of range. Though a range-extending battery will be available for the Cybertruck, it is projected to occupy a third of the truck bed and cost $16,000. With the extended range pack, which gives 320 miles, the Ford F-150 Lightning Lariat level starts at $77,495. In terms of specs, this closely corresponds with the Cybertruck AWD. Value for money favors Ford and Rivian until the Cybertruck enters mass production. Closing Notes Although the Tesla Cybertruck is a remarkable electric car, its unusual design and current price approach slightly compromise it. Though the innovation behind the Cybertruck is creative—particularly about its steering system—the design restrictions and price range have confined it to being more of a novelty than a helpful tool like its competitors. Driven and maneuvered like a significantly smaller vehicle, this three-ton truck is Although there is always potential for development, the present performance of the Cybertruck begs questions about how much better—or worse—it could have been. I can't picture myself buying a Cybertruck for now; if you are still reading this instead of sharing the most recent Elon Musk updates, you might not. But if Cybertruck's technology points to the future, what follows will surely be worth seeing. Let me say, trust me. Read the full article

[fabric-shaver-23]

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[genshinarchives]

𝐈'𝐌 𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋! 𝐂𝐇. 𝟓

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟓 : 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : You realise that your second life as the villainess will end in death if you don’t do anything to change your fate, and decide to take things seriously from now on. You also discover that not everyone in the Onigasaki Clan can be trusted.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 : Ayaka, Ayato, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kazuha, Thoma, Tomo, Yoimiya

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : Romance, humour, isekai, transmigration, reverse harem

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : N/A​

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : N/A

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒

Thoma was at Komore Teahouse, listening to gentle pattering of the rain. He was sitting on one of the high stools by the counter as Taroumaru silently kept him company. With a fist propping his head up, he slowly exhaled through his nose.

(Y/n) was acting strangely, there's no doubt about it. When he went outside to greet her and Kazuha this morning, she was genuinely mocking him, which caught him off-guard. She was adamant on earning his love weeks ago, so what made her change suddenly? He wouldn't say that her personality did a 180 since her arrogance is still there, but there's definitely something different about her.

It was as if another soul was residing inside her body.

Thoma quickly shook his head to erase the thought. Sure, the authors of Inazuma love to write novels about reincarnation and transmigration, but there's no way those inexplicable phenomenons could be real. His gaze then drifted to the window, where he could see the rain blurring the landscape outside.

"Haaa... Rain always makes the atmosphere gloomy and serious," he mumbled, suddenly remembering that he had an encounter with (y/n) in the same setting around a week ago.

(Y/n) caught Thoma leaving Komore Teahouse and tried to talk to him, but he merely brushed her aside and ignored her pleas for him to hear her out.

"You shouldn't hate me, Thoma. You should love me instead," she said, clutching her chest with both hands. He stopped in his tracks and turned around to face her.

"Are you telling me what to do with my own feelings?" he asked with a frown.

She took a step towards him, the desperation becoming more evident in her voice. "I didn't poison my maid out of jealousy. I honestly didn't know you were seeing her that time!"

(Y/n) didn't sound like she was lying, and he could see the sincerity in her glossy eyes - but she could be a good actress, and Thoma wasn't about to let himself be led astray by her lies.

"You must have no shame if you think that you can lie your way out of the crime you obviously committed," he said, folding his arms over his chest, "Are you seriously telling me that there's another reason you tried to kill Yuuko?"

"There is! My uncle, Lord Tatsuya wanted to-"

He scoffed, cutting her off. "Save your excuses. I don't want to hear it." Spinning on his heels, he walked away from (y/n), unwilling to interact with her any further.

Ever since she told him that there was another reason behind her murder attempt, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Lady (y/n)'s words bothered him more than it should because he could see in her eyes that she was telling the truth; his keen observation skills allow him to determine whether someone is being genuine or not, and not once was he flawed in his judgement.

But what other reason could there be besides her jealousy?

Nothing was adding up, and then there's her strange behaviour now. When Thoma found her unconscious in the rain a few hours after they had that conversation, he noticed how weak she looked and then saw the phone materialising on her palm, as if it was the work of magic.

"Could that phone be the reason behind her change?" he mused, only to hear Taroumaru bark at him.

❀

(Y/n) sat on the bench near the blacksmith's while munching on the tri-colour dango that Kazuha had bought for her earlier. He was worried that she might scurry off to Tenshukaku to do her thing again the moment he takes his eyes off her, so he got some dango to keep her occupied. Throwing a look over her shoulder, she saw Kazuha and Tomoaki speaking to Hajime about tempering both of their fillet blades to increase their swords' durability.

'So the fillet blade really is Kazuha's weapon...' she thought.

A soft meow from below caught her attention, and she looked down to find Tomoaki's kitten, Yuki pawing at her boots. She carefully picked her up before placing her on her lap.

"What should I do, Yuki?" she quietly asked as the kitten curled into herself, "Even though I was stupid enough to try and provoke the Raiden Shogun, I actually don't want to die again."

(Y/n) has no way of measuring the concentration of poison in her blood, but since she hasn't experienced any severe symptoms yet it's not too late to save herself. She wondered if the villainess knew that her own mother was betraying her - but assuming she did, why did she continue to drink the poisoned tea that was served to her every day?

'Why is this woman so hard to understand? She even did the dance with no pants with Gorou and still loved Thoma. Love is mysterious, I guess,' she thought, huffing.

She felt kind of sorry for the villainess though. Riku didn't give her any of his attention because she was born a girl and instead gave what the villainess wanted from him to Yuito instead; Aino didn't love her daughter properly since she only adored her face that resembled Riku's. This made the villainess work extremely hard to get the approval she wanted so badly from her parents - she wanted to be acknowledged as an individual and not by her name, gender or appearance. She even foolishly thought that if she got engaged to Kamisato Ayato, her family would congratulate her. That's how desperate she was for love and attention, which would probably explain why she was adamant on wanting to be loved by Thoma when she caught feelings for him.

However, Riku had contracted a mysterious illness and died before she could become anyone's betrothed, and she was only eight years old that time. Yuito was too young to understand the concept of death as he was at the tender age of six, so when Riku's passing properly sunk in after he turned sixteen this year, he became the Venti of Inazuma.

'He was just six years old when Riku died though, so of course he couldn't do anything. Why did he have to think that he's useless?' she thought, sighing quietly.

(Y/n) still has a chance to change the villainess' fate. She's not going to sit there like an idiot and cry about how the world had made it harder for her to live. There's nothing much she can do now that her body had ingested dilute poison for three years straight, but with her bachelor's degree in forensic and analytical science, she'll be able to create an antidote for herself. She has some power within the clan as the future head, so identifying the source of the poison shouldn't be too hard. The real issue is exposing Aino and Sayomi for their wrongdoings.

She petted Yuki as she tried to come up with a plan. She can't get close to her mother as a daughter, but if she dresses up as a man to emulate Riku's appearance... She snapped her fingers.

"That's it! I'll become the most handsome villain in Inazuma," she mused, nodding proudly at her master plan, "Watch out Scaramouche, I'm about to take your place~" If it works out, dressing up as a man would compel Aino to stop poisoning her tea for the time being, giving her enough time to develop an antidote and to gather any evidence (y/n) could use against her mother. The most important thing was to not let either Aino or Sayomi be aware that she knew what they've been doing in the past three years or else it's game over.

"(Y/n)?"

(Y/n) was dragged out of her thoughts when somebody suddenly called her name.

"Aish, what do you want?" she asked, lifting her gaze, "Can't you see that I'm-" She paused mid-sentence. (E/c) met golden-yellow, and she blinked at the pyrotechnician standing in front of her; "thinking..."

Yoimiya's face lit up when she recognised her friend that she hadn't seen for three years. "It really is you, (y/n)!" She excitedly grabbed (y/n)'s hands and pulled the (h/c)-haired woman to her feet, causing poor Yuki to be thrown off her lap. "I almost didn't recognise you because I'm used to seeing you in boy's clothes. You've become so pretty now!"

(Y/n) stared at Yoimiya with her jaw slightly slack, unsure of how to respond. The villainess and Yoimiya knew each other? Since she mentioned the villainess crossdressing, did that mean Yoimiya was also her childhood friend? (Y/n) dove into the villainess' memories in search for Yoimiya's face and managed to retrieve a memory that featured their ten-year-old selves. The villainess first met Yoimiya when the former snuck out of the estate to watch the fireworks during the summer festival eight years ago. (Y/n) saw the child version of Yoimiya approaching the villainess with a few sparklers in her hands, claiming that she wanted to play with her since she looked lonely.

'Ah, so she's that kind of childhood friend,' (y/n) thought. While the villainess was free to see Kazuha whenever she wanted, she always had to meet Yoimiya in secret.

"(Y/n)? Yoo-hoo~!" Yoimiya called, waving a hand in front of (y/n)'s face.

(Y/n) blinked as she returned to reality. "Oh sorry, did you say something?"

The blonde's expression suddenly became shy and her eyes flickered away from (y/n)'s confused pair.

"I was wondering," she began, her voice uncharacteristically soft and quiet, "Do you have an answer now?"

(Y/n) arched an eyebrow, genuinely puzzled about her question. Without thinking, she asked, "What answer?" She immediately regretted asking when she saw Yoimiya's eyes widen as if she was in shock. (Y/n) had a feeling that she just responded in the worst way possible to a question that was most likely very important to the blonde. Pursing her lips, she averted her gaze awkwardly and hoped that either Kazuha or Tomoaki would save her from this predicament soon.

Yoimiya stared at (y/n) as her heart twinged. She had patiently waited for three years to hear (y/n)'s answer to her confession on the night of their last summer festival together, but it seemed like she had already forgotten. A hint of sadness crept into her smile, but she wasn't mad; Yoimiya understood how time can easily make people forget, yet she couldn't stop herself from clinging onto the sliver of hope that perhaps her feelings would be reciprocated one day.

'I guess the rumours about her being in love with Thoma is true,' she thought, reluctantly letting go of (y/n)'s hands.

(Y/n) glanced at Yoimiya and noticed that her gaze was downcast. When she opened her mouth to say something, Tomoaki suddenly rested an arm on top of her head, causing her to grunt instead.

"We're back! Did you wait long, my little witch?" he asked, only to receive an elbow to his stomach in response.

Kazuha then appeared next to his wheezing friend and eyed Yoimiya curiously. "Aren't you..." He trailed off, recognising her as the owner of Naganohara Fireworks.

"Yoimiya is one of my childhood friends," (y/n) piped up, "Since you're both here, shall we get going now? I saw a stall selling ichigo daifuku on our way here and I really want to try it." Linking her arm with Tomoaki's, she uttered a quick farewell to Yoimiya and rushed off, dragging the Electro user along with her.

"Slow down, little lady- Come on, Kazuha!"

Kazuha dipped his head in a polite bow to bid Yoimiya farewell before going after his friends.

When he left, Yoimiya turned around to stare at (y/n)'s receding figure. The one (y/n) loves is Thoma, not her; still, she wanted to be selfish by not giving up on her feelings for the (h/c)-haired woman.

"Your fireworks are amazing, Yoimiya. They're able to connect the past and the future for a fleeting moment, and I don't think people appreciate that enough."

Those words increased her passion for her work. If her fireworks can really do what (y/n) said, then she'll happily craft them to help (y/n) reconnect with her lost past. After all, Yoimiya did reawaken her memories of Riku by using his special firework formula slip in the last summer festival they had attended together when (y/n) was fifteen.

(Y/n) heaved out a sigh as she plopped herself down on one of the benches in front of the stall selling ichigo daifuku. She felt awful for leaving Yoimiya behind like that, but the situation was too awkward for her to handle; not to mention, she was struggling to remember what exactly Yoimiya's question was despite possessing the villainess' memories. She cupped her chin, humming pensively.

When Kazuha returned with the ichigo daifuku she wanted, he noticed her sitting with her legs open and gently closed them before taking a seat next to her. He then looked at Tomoaki who was laying on his side with an arm propping his head up as he played with Yuki on the other bench beside them.

"Tomoaki, why didn't you correct her posture? A lady is not supposed to sit like a man."

"She's already acting like one anyway- Ow! Why'd you hit me?!"

❀

Tomoaki had parted ways with (y/n) and Kazuha to return to the inn he booked by the time the sun was setting. Upon arriving at the Onigasaki Estate, (y/n) and Kazuha were greeted with the comical sight of the Tenka Senshi stumbling around like drunken fools. They both watched the samurai in confusion.

"They must have drunk sake," Kazuha murmured, scrunching his nose up at the familiar smell of rice wine. As if on cue, Tsukuyomi appeared, looking exhausted; it was like he just returned from one of the hellish field trips the students of geology would have every term back in her world.

"Tsukuyomi, what happened to them?" (y/n) asked, pointing at the drunk samurai as if they were weird creatures that have yet to be identified.

With a long, drawn-out sigh, he hesitantly replied, "Lord Yuito made them drink three rounds of sake earlier."

(Y/n)'s jaw dropped to the ground in shock. "FOR WHAT?"

"I don't understand his intentions either, but apparently it's to prevent them from making a fuss when drawing sticks for their room assignments."

Yuito is indeed an unorthodox commander.

Later on that evening, (y/n) was making her way back to her room after saying good night to Kazuha when she heard a pair of voices coming from Aino's study.

"Mistress, I suggest you punish Lady (y/n). If we let her walk around Inazuma freely, the name of the Onigasaki Clan will fall into disgrace."

"I don't know, Chamberlain Jin..."

(Y/n) stopped in mid-step when she heard her mother and the chamberlain having a conversation regarding her. Retracing her steps, she tried to eavesdrop on them through the wall.

"I urge you to think about it. Word is spreading fast about the crime the lady had committed, and they are saying that she abuses her knowledge to make lethal poisons. We cannot allow our future head to lead the clan under such circumstances! I only agreed to the decision of making Lady (y/n) the heiress to honour my late master's wish."

'I was so busy thinking about the people I have to deal with outside the clan that I completely forgot there are people I have to confront within the clan too. Jin made a valid point though, the villainess should take responsibility for her maid's poisoning,' she thought, pursing her lips. Since the entire clan's reputation is at stake, she'll most likely have to take some form of punishment to redeem herself and the Onigasaki.

Dammit, why did she have to be reborn as the villainess? It would have been much better if she was reincarnated as Tomoaki's cat instead...

"Then again, Aino wouldn't want to punish her daughter severely since she has Riku's face," she mumbled, burying her chin in her fist, "And if I'm put under probation for an entire month as punishment, I'll have more than enough time to plan what I should do from now on."

"Is someone outside?" The shoji beside (y/n) suddenly slid open, revealing Jin. He had medium-length, spiky dark teal hair with streaks of white on his right bangs, and eyes of the colour of his hair hidden behind a pair of oval-shaped glasses.

'Oh my days. It's confirmed that the male servants of the Onigasaki Clan are good-looking,' she thought as she put a hand over her gaping mouth.

Jin narrowed his eyes at her, and that was when she realised he was waiting for her to explain herself since he had caught her eavesdropping on his conversation with Aino. Clearing her throat, she told him, "My apologies, Chamberlain Jin. I did not intend to eavesdrop on you and my mother."

"What are you here for, Lady (y/n)?" he asked curtly, "If you have any messages to relay to the mistress, you may tell me right now and I'll pass your words to her. I strongly suggest that you return to your room and reflect on your actions while we discuss your punishment."

Man, it really sucks when you have the same given name as the villainess. It felt as if he was scolding her actual self and not the lady.

"Of course. Before I do that though, I want to say that the tea I've been drinking tastes off these days. Do you think you could look into what kind of garbage the servants have been giving me?" she asked, folding her arms over her chest.

Jin's eyes widened, and she raised an eyebrow at him; looks like he understood her underlying message immediately.

Good, this chamberlain has a sharp intuition.

"I'll look into it, Lady (y/n)," he replied, bowing, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Have Miho take Yuuko's place just for tomorrow so Yuuko can rest. She looked kind of pale today." (Y/n) didn't know if Miho was colluding with Aino like Yuuko, so she had to make sure; by comparing the samples of the tea served by the two maids, (y/n) will know who to trust.

"Understood."

When (y/n) finally made it back to her room, she had her hair brushed by Yuuko to prepare her for bed.

"Bring my father's clothes and bind my chest starting from tomorrow morning. I'd also like to have my hair trimmed to emulate his hairstyle," (y/n) said, "Don't forget to tell this to Miho as well."

"Yes, Lady (y/n)."

Once Yuuko was done brushing her hair, (y/n) dismissed her maid with a wave of her hand, and Yuuko swiftly left her room after bowing.

(Y/n) had come to the realisation that if she doesn't dress up and act like a man, Aino will relentlessly find ways to get rid of her since she won't be able to fulfill her role in replacing Riku as a woman. She placed a hand on her chest and expelled a deep sigh.

"I'm sorry, Lady Onigasaki. I know that you've suffered a lot from the tight chest bindings during your childhood, but I have to do this so my plan will work," she mumbled, turning away from the mirror to stand up. She then picked up the inro case Kazuha had given the villainess as a gift on her sixteenth birthday from her bookshelf; it was black and had pink and white cherry blossom patterns, which she thought was cute.

It's a wonder how Kazuha was able to easily forgive her for attempting murder - done for a petty reason too - and she hoped that the villainess would see the error of her ways if her soul ever returns to this body.

"... Hmm?" As she was walking towards her futon, she noticed that Yuuko had dropped a small grey pouch on the floor, and bent down to pick it up. Untying the knot, she peeked inside and spotted fine white powder; it was odourless and had a texture similar to that of crushed chalk.

'This is definitely not powdered sugar,' she thought, knitting her eyebrows together. She suddenly got a bad feeling about this, and decided to perform a test to confirm her suspicions in the lab Riku had built for the villainess to support her studies.

Placing a beaker of water on the counter, (y/n) added one spatula of the white powder into the water. She then prepared hydrogen sulfide by treating small lumps of iron sulfide with hydrochloric acid. She was surprised to discover that the villainess had already prepared various useful chemicals to test for different types of poisons, and she even has the apparatus needed for them.

"Well, the villainess did study toxicology like me," she quietly mused. Her mother's clan, the Yagen has long been the best in poisons and antidotes in Inazuma, and still has members researching them now - so it's to be expected that the villainess would pick up on the Yagen's field of poisons at a young age.

As soon as hydrogen sulfide was being produced, she performed the standard Marsh test by passing the gas through the contaminated water, and a yellow precipitate was formed as a result of the reaction. Her heart stopped.

"This is..."

A bead of cold sweat rolled down her forehead as she recognised the yellow precipitate of arsenic trisulfide. Even though it didn't keep very well, (y/n) knew that her eyes did not fool her.

The Marsh test was positive, confirming her suspicion that the white powder is arsenic trioxide.

"Why does Yuuko have this with her?"

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟔

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[la-bruja]

yes hello im watching evo now to find out more about the watchers from last life martyn inthelittlewoods anyway how does this make yall feel from a story telling pov random thoughts under the readmore

im obsessed with the body language being shown here (this is like-- a semi-transcript)

taurtis catches grian talking to himself and lightly mocks/teases him. "talking to yourself again?" (grian was bare-handed and then switches to carrying an diamond axe [grian wtf that feels so threatening] ) grian sounds a bit mm strained when he states "the audience, im talking to the audience."

"oh yea the audience, yea right" [he sounds so condescending here taurtis what]

they move closer to one another. (grians swaps from his axe to his pickaxe) they're not looking directly at each other. taurtis is slightly to the left of grian, just out of crosshair. [this is the start of taurtis shimmy-ing around to keep out of grian's crosshair why does he keep doing this taurtis why are trying so hard to stay away]

"does the audience talk back to you grian?" [taurtis says grian with a slight inflection on the -ian and its?? why is he being vaugely condescending about it.]

quietly, [you could barely hear him if your audio was low.] grian mumbles "sometimes..."

taurtis moves closer but still not in the crosshair, "sometimes?" then like, not mockingly but like almost condescending ig, "yea okay." which overlaps with grians stutter, "usual-usually"

grian looks down slightly, "-yea in text form" [this is obviously about us commenting on his videos but 'in-character' its fascinating! does this mean he sees words floating in his vision?]

grian looks back up and taurtis asks, "does the-" he moves left slightly, "does the audience tell you to do bad-" he looks towards the right now and backs away " things and-" (grians looks away here briefly, before looking back at taurtis again.) taurtis does a little spin "-blow up-" and moves toward grian again "-peoples properties and stuff?" [this is like, the most taurtis has moved in one moment homie u good?]

grian looks up slightly, "actually they do," (taurtis awkwardly laughs) "quite a lot" taurtis laughs again and as he backs away says "do they?" in a slightly incredulous tone of voice. grian awkwardly laughs with him and affims, "they do, they-"

taurtis says something here i cant discern

"youre blaming " taurtis moves closer to grian, not in his face but deffo near bumping into grian's shoulder. " the voices in your head?"

[okay so with player physics you can like-almost phase into another player before you bump into them and the game registers this as a solid collision and physics the opposing character away from you. im not sure if this is what taurtis did to grian or if grian simply moved away.]

grian backs away and finally moves to where he's looking taurtis in the eyes (aka the crosshair is finally directly on taurtis). "No lo- no, no legitimately" taurtis backs away and angles himself away, he's almost but not quite out of the crosshair. [he's trying so hard to be out of grian's crosshair without being terribly obvious about it] grian steps closer and his crosshair is still on him, "people who watch evo are like" they're both laughing and taurtis finally moves out grian's crosshair. grian then mock-yells, pretending to be the audience "burn the squid! burn the squid! burn the squid!" "oh my gosh" taurtis murmurs as he looks off then looks back at grian. (this is overlapping with with grian) "burn netty's house!" taurtis awkwardly laughs. (overlapping again) "destroy the property police station!" taurtis backs away again and angles his body away and out of grian's crosshairs. "tnt spawn!" he moves forward into grians crosshairs "destroy the world!"

"they're blood-thirsty dude." he turns 180 and moves out of grians crosshair. "oh my gosh" he looks off to the side. [hes like, astonished at this]

grian moves to keep taurtis in his crosshair

"theyre just-" taurtis snaps to look at grian directly "they're just valued members of the grian empire" [grian wtf why does this sound so ominous]

"of course, of course" taurtis does a little nod and he looks off to the side and upward. [taurtis feels, like wary?? but accepting of this.]

so uh???? bestie help i analyzed an evo clip for no reason

[lostinthewiind]

Piss Off Your Parents - Part 8

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: none

Song → 18 by Anarbor

Previous → Part 7

Next → Part 9

Feeling a body shift beside you, you slowly began to wake from your deep, dreamless sleep. With thin rays of sunlight shining through the crack between the curtains, you let a content, sleepy smile toy at the corners of your lips as you rolled over in Keishin's arms and came face to face with his sleeping form.

It had been over a week since you had started staying with Keishin and even though waking up beside someone every morning definitely took some getting used to, you were a little surprised by just how quickly it was beginning to feel normal. Not only that, but you never slept better than you did in Keishin's bed with his warm, calming presence beside you and strong, protective arm draped over your waist.

Eyes closed and lips slightly parted, Keishin was fast asleep. His chest rose and fell rhythmically and at some point during the night, just like every other night, his hair—which wasn't tamed by the headband while he slept—had gotten all messed up and a few strands had fallen into his face.

Whenever you woke up before him, you would always take the chance to just look at him. While he slept, he seemed completely and utterly at peace—no longer burdened by the stress of coaching volleyball, working at the store, and no doubt whatever extra problems you had brought into his life. You thought back to the time you had watched him sleeping on the couch in the back room and sighed happily; the thought of how much things had changed in such a short period of time truly putting things into perspective.

Unable to keep your hands to yourself any longer, you reached out slowly and brushed the loose strands of hair out of his face and tucked them behind his ear—the same way you had done when you two had first had sex and the same way you had done countless times since.

Keishin could sleep through a thunderstorm or the sound of you calling out his name, but as soon as he felt your fingertips graze against his cheek, his eyes fluttered open. Upon noticing he was awake, you made your touch more prominent and caressed his face.

"Good morning," you whispered, unwilling to raise your voice any more than that and ruin the soft ambiance of the early morning.

Keishin leaned into your touch and smiled softly. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," you answered as you ran your thumb along his bottom lip, internally debating if you should ambush him with kisses now or wait until he had woken up a little more first. Chuckling to yourself over your own thoughts, you caught yourself staring at his lips and directed your gaze back to his eyes. "I'm just looking at you."

Keishin scoffed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your thumb. "Why?"

"Because you look so beautiful when you're asleep," you told him matter-of-factly. "Not that you don't always look beautiful," you added quickly before he could make some sort of sarcastic comment.

Keishin rolled his eyes before pulling you flush against his chest and kissing you. "You're such a sap, you know that?"

You laughed. "First, I'm dramatic. Now I'm a sap. What's next?"

"I have no idea." Keishin shrugged the best he could while lying down. "What I do know, however," he glanced at the clock, "is that we need to get up and get ready."

Following Keishin's gaze to the time, you huffed sadly when you noticed there were only five minutes left until your alarm would go off, forcing you to get ready to open the store. "Can't we just stay in bed all day?" you asked, hoping you could convince him to stay under the covers with you.

"Not unless we want to go broke and end up living under a bridge together."

You chuckled as Keishin crawled out of bed, the temptation of slapping his ass gently when he stood up almost too much but you managed to control yourself. "Together?" You grinned. "You'd stay with me even if we were both dirt poor?"

Keishin rolled his eyes playfully at your takeaway from his statement. "Of course." He collected his clothes before making his way around to your side of the bed and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "But I think I like plumbing and heating too much to give them up, so let's shower and get ready."

Sitting up in bed, you cocked an eyebrow. "You want to shower together?"

Keishin flashed a devilish smirk as he headed for the bathroom. "Purely for the purpose of saving water." He disappeared into the bathroom and seconds later his boxers flew out and landed on the floor, indicating he was completely nude. "But if you hate the planet, then I guess that's on you."

Your cheeks flushed red but nevertheless, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and began removing your clothes as you approached the bathroom. "Sure," you laughed as you closed the bathroom door behind yourself and let your eyes wander over Keishin's wet, naked body as he stood under the steaming water. "If it's for the planet, how could I possibly say no?"

20 minutes of passionate kissing and soapy hands exploring every inch of each other's body later, the two of you towelled off and finished getting ready before sitting down for a quick breakfast together.

"So the volleyball team has a game today, right?" you asked Keishin as you poured milk into your bowl of cereal. Keishin nodded. "What time do you think you will be home?"

Keishin thought for a moment before answering. "Probably around six or seven tonight. The game is right after school so it shouldn't run too late."

"Okay." You sat down across from him at the table. "Should we get dinner after I close up the shop?"

Keishin nodded again. "Sounds like a plan."

With a few more bites of his breakfast, Keishin was setting his dishes in the sink, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head, and rushing down the stairs and out of the building to start his day.

As you listened to his footsteps stomp down the stairs, followed by the sound of the back door opening and closing to indicate that he had left, you sighed to yourself and sat back in your chair. It was then that you took a minute to think about everything; your job, your boyfriend, your living arrangements, your tattered relationship with your parents. In the span of a few months, your life had completely turned upside down, but that wasn't the part that freaked you out the most.

What really got you thinking was the fact that, even though your life had done a complete 180, you had never been happier; which led to the constant internal questioning about if you had ever really been happy before you had met Keishin at all, or if this was just a different kind of happy—a happy that only a stable, supportive significant other could provide.

Before you had the chance to get lost in your thoughts, you snapped out of it, finished your breakfast, and headed downstairs to open the shop and begin your day.

As usual, you dealt with the typical morning rush of people stopping in to grab a coffee or other various food items on their way to work or school. Once the mid-morning slump hit and the customer traffic went way down, you took the time to do some routine cleaning and inventory. By now, you were like a well-oiled machine when it came to the daily task of running the store.

Around noon, as you were finishing up stocking some shelves, the front door opened and a very well-dressed man strolled into the store. "Hello," you greeted him, standing from where you were kneeling in front of the shelves and dusting off your pants.

The man gave you a once over, eyeing you from head to toe. Without so much as an acknowledging nod, he brushed past you and toward the full-length fridges at the back.

Assuming the man just wasn't in a chatty mood, you took the empty boxes to the storage room. When you exited, the man was already standing at the front counter, impatiently tapping his foot while he held two bottles of water in his hands.

"Sorry for the wait," you apologized. "Just the waters today?"

The man just nodded and let out a grunt.

Trying not to take his dismissive attitude too seriously, you rang up his purchases and gave him the total. Instead of pulling out his wallet, however, he just gave you a dirty look.

"That's a little expensive for two bottles of water, don't you think?" he retorted.

You didn't know what to say to that, so you shrugged. "I'm sorry, I don't make the prices, sir," you told him. "I just work here."

Huffing loudly, the man fished his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out some bills before tossing them haphazardly onto the counter. "Fine. Don't forget my change."

Before you could open the cash register, the front doors opened again and a woman dressed in a beautiful dress with her hair done up elegantly walked in and stopped beside the man before you. "Have you paid yet?" she asked the man, who was either her boyfriend or husband based on the way she was hanging off of his arm. "I just realized I'm out of cigarettes."

"I'm just paying now," he told her, his face softer than you had seen it yet before he turned back to you and asked for the brand of cigarettes that his partner smoked.

Spinning around, you felt your stomach twist at the sight of the empty dispenser of cigarettes, meaning that you were out of the brand he had requested. Of course, the delivery for that day hadn't come in yet, making your job even harder right now.

Plastering the warmest smile on your face that you could muster, you turned back to the couple. "I apologize, but we are all out of that brand. Can I get you something else?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "No, everything else tastes like garbage."

"I see." You stepped back up to the cash register. "So just the waters then?"

The man nodded. "I guess so if your shitty little store doesn't even stock up on popular brands of cigarettes." He watched you intently as you opened the register and counted his change. "I knew we should have stopped somewhere other than this hole in the wall."

As much as you so desperately wanted to rip this man and his spoiled girlfriend a new one, you bit your tongue instead and grinned as you handed him back his change. "Here you are." You dropped the coins into his outstretched hand. "Have a wonderful day."

Neither one of them said anything in response as they turned on their heels and marched out of the store, noses turned up at everything around them. As you watched them get into their fancy car and speed away, you wondered if they treated everyone like that or just lowly corner store workers like yourself.

Trying to let the incident slide off of you like water off of a duck's back, you returned to the remaining tasks on your to-do list and tried to forget all about being treated like a second-class citizen.

As the day turned to late afternoon and the after-school and after-work rush hit, you had found your way back into your groove again.

An hour or so before closing time, and roughly around the time Keishin would be returning, you heard a pair of heels clacking against the tile floor and stood up front behind the counter only to come face-to-face with your mother. Dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse, it was obvious she had just come from work, but your attention was more focused on the envelope she was holding out to you.

"This came for you the other day." She didn't even bother with a simple greeting even though it had been weeks since you had seen or spoken to her or your father.

"Oh, okay." You reached out and took the envelope from her. Turning it over, you felt your heart jump into your throat when you read that it was from the University of Tokyo.

You looked up at your mother expectantly but she waved you off. "Don't ask me what it says, I didn't open it," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "Why didn't you tell your father and me that you applied to the University of Tokyo? It's a very good school."

"Because I didn't do it for you," you said as you tucked the envelope into your back pocket. "And I certainly didn't do it to go to law school or anything you guys would approve of."

Your mother narrowed her eyes at you. "Then why did you do it?"

"To play soccer," you answered, your mind immediately going to the conversation you had had with Keishin while taking inventory together. "And because I told someone I would."

Your mother eyed you for a minute more, waiting to see if you would reach for the envelope again to open it. When you made no indication of sharing your application results with her, she hummed softly. "Well, whatever that letter says, you should take some time to seriously consider what your next step is going to be." She turned to leave but stopped halfway to the door and looked at you over her shoulder. "It's not too late to make the right choice. Think carefully before you throw your life away."

With that, your mother exited the store, leaving you with a mixed slurry of emotions and no clue how to deal with any of them.

Pulling the envelope out of your back pocket, you set it down on the counter in front of you and stared at it. Whatever was printed on the single piece of paper inside would set a course for your future . . . although you were unsure if you even still wanted the future that this piece of paper could give you.

All you wanted was to be happy, and all you knew was that Keishin gave you that.

Anything more felt like asking for too much.

Anything more felt like a gamble that wasn't worth the risk.

[inadaydream99]

The One Where You Can’t Be Kept Apart

A/N - Thank you 🥕anon for sending in this request and another brilliant idea! I really hope you enjoy what I have come up with ☺️ Also, I was unsure with how to end it, so it took me a little longer to write than usual 😂

Disclaimer: This is inspired by the Friends episode ‘The One With the Memorial Service’ and is in no way my own original idea. I have also used some direct quotes from the episode for the purpose of keeping some fidelity towards the plot.

You huff, folding your arms across your chest as Soobin begins to interrogate you. He’s only been at yours for a few minutes and you’re already tired of him. You get that he’s trying to look out for you and do as you asked of him; which he’s taking incredibly seriously. But is it really necessary for him to pay you a visit sporadically, just to see if he can catch you out?

It’s like he doesn’t trust you. Not that you blame him really, I mean you’ve just broken up with the love of your life, Yeonjun, and asked Soobin to make sure you don’t have any contact with him because you don’t trust yourself to keep away. But just because you have very little self control when it comes to Yeonjun, doesn’t mean that you need to be watched so often.

It’s been about two weeks since you and Yeonjun broke up after being happily together for just over a year. The reason being that you both realised you wanted different things for your future. Things that, even after much debate, neither of you were willing to compromise on.

It had always been your dream to fall in love with your soulmate and get married. Ever since you were little you’d indulge in your fantasy and act out these magical weddings with your friends. You, of course, always played the bride.

Now, Yeonjun has never been opposed to the idea of marriage. He just doesn’t see the point in having this big, expensive wedding. In his opinion it’s a waste of time and money. He would just be happy to elope.

And that’s the main issue that broke you up. You’d been so distraught over the idea of not having the wedding of your dreams, and Yeonjun stubborn in his views, that you’d come to the agreement that if you can’t agree on this then you’re not meant for each other.

From the second he received the news from you crying down the phone, Soobin had barely left your side. He’s been the most amazing friend to you and done everything he can to help you through this break up. And that’s exactly why you feel guilty for finding him annoying right now.

“I know you’re hiding something (Y/N).” Soobin mumbles, more so to himself than to you, but you hear him clearly none the less. “Who’s shoes are these?” He suddenly quizzes you, holding up a pair of dirty black trainers. Ok, so they aren’t the most fashionable shoes ever, but they are comfy and you have lost any motivation to put effort into your appearance right now. All you can seem to focus on is your heartbreak.

“They’re mine.” You deadpan, your sensitivity making it difficult to not be offended. And Soobin really should have known better because if he’d taken a second longer to look at the shoes he’d realise that they are too small to belong to Yeonjun.

“Oh, sorry.” He utters softly, placing the shoes neatly by the front door once again. You watch as he snoops his way around your apartment, in and out of rooms unsatisfied with his lack of finding anything.

That is, until a knock on your front door sounds. You casually make a stand from the sofa where you had previously been slouched, still sulking over Soobin’s insult over your shoes.

“Wait! I’ll get it.” Soobin calls out to you, hurrying past you. He practically pushes you away from the door; not that he intends to, he’s just oblivious to his actions in the moment.

“It’s just the takeout I ordered.” You sigh, throwing your hands up defensively.

Soobin shoots you a frown before turning the handle and swinging the door open.

“Oh my, what are the chances!” You pretend to be shocked, hands flying up to cover your mouth upon the disappointed look Soobin sends you when the door reveals Yeonjun. “7 billion people in the world and they send Yeonjun to deliver my food!” You continue, hoping that you sound believable enough. Though it’s unlikely with the way your best friend has been doubting you from the very second you asked him to help you keep away from Yeonjun.

Soobin simply rolls his eyes at your terrible acting, turning expectantly to look at Yeonjun for an explanation to his presence.

“I’m sorry, but when (Y/N) called I just couldn’t keep away.” His head hangs low, ashamed of his weakness for you… and for getting caught.

“How’d you even call him?” Soobin gawks at you, seriously confused as to how you found a way to contact Yeonjun without having access to a phone. Yes, Soobin had confiscated it first chance he got. But you have to admit that the time away from your phone has been quite nice.

“FaceTime on IPad.” You mumble sulkily, reluctantly admitting how you’d managed to go behind Soobin’s back. You’d hidden it from him so your parents could at least contact you if they needed… or so you’d convinced yourself.

“iPad, of course! I should have known.” Soobin shakes his head, scolding himself for not having realised sooner.

“Soobin, if (Y/N) and I want to see each other, then we should be allow-”

“This doesn’t concern you Yeonjun.” Soobin interjects Yeonjun’s justification. It’s not that he wants to be rude to Yeonjun, or that he doesn’t like him, it’s just that if he allows this then he’s failed at being a good, supportive friend to you.

“Oh really, maybe I was confused considering the mention of my name.” Yeonjun sasses back. “What I was saying was, why can’t we be friends?” Yeonjun, determined to finish what he wants to say, continues. You notice he doesn’t look at Soobin as he speaks, only you. And the pleading look he sends your way makes you melt.

“I guess there’s no harm in that.” You shrug, trying to not show your true emotions as you observe the wide smile that spreads out across Yeonjun’s face. You really had missed his smile so much.

“Well ok then. If you’re just hanging out as friends then I can join, cause I’m your friend and Yeonjun’s friend too.” Soobin announces and you stifle your laughter when you notice Yeonjun grimace at being called Soobin’s friend.

“I guess.” Yeonjun mumbles reluctantly as he is finally able to enter your apartment properly.

The three of you sit on the sofa, Soobin forcing himself in the small space between you. It’s awkward. No one knowing what to say first to break the silence.

“So how have you been?” Yeonjun is the first to speak, leaning around Soobin to see you.

“I’ve been good, thanks.” Soobin answers as you open your mouth to speak.

“And you?” Yeonjun chuckles now beginning to find Soobin amusing. His gaze is focused intently onto you, eager to finally talk properly with you after so long apart.

“I’ve been better.” You force a small smile.

When you’d initially contacted Yeonjun and invited him over, you’d been so desperate that you hadn’t given it any thought as to how you might feel when he’s actually here. It’s a lot more difficult to see him than you expected, and you know it’s just your overwhelming emotions talking, but you’re still in love with him.

Despite wanting nothing but to cave in and get back with Yeonjun, you remain strong and fight the urge. You don’t want the same things as each other. And the more you remind yourself of that, the more you are able to convince yourself that breaking up was the right thing for the both of you.

“I’ve missed you.” Yeonjun admits. You stare into his longing gaze, your heart racing as you see the sincerity pouring out of him.

“I’ve missed you too.” You whisper, not trusting your voice. You can feel your eyes well up as the words tumble from your lips without thought. Although, it’s true, you really have missed him with all your heart.

“You know, on my way over here I saw a pigeon throw up and then a rat ate it.” Soobin quickly jumps in and changes the moment as soon as he senses the mood getting too serious.

“I still think about you everyday. I mean it’s kinda hard not to when everything reminds me of you.” Yeonjun chooses to ignore Soobin’s obvious attempt at stopping your conversation.

You aren’t sure how to respond to him, so overwhelmed that you feel like the room is spinning.

“Ok, I’m gonna head to the bathroom.” Soobin stands from the sofa. “But I’ll be quick so don’t try anything.” He warns, waving his pointed finger between the both of you before he leaves.

“Look, I’m not going to ask to get back together because I know we want different things.” Yeonjun takes the opportunity to finally say what he’s wanted to say the whole time. “But just to be with you one more night…”

“I want that too, but isn’t that gonna make it too hard?” You try to reason.

“It can’t be any harder than the last few weeks…” And yet, Yeonjun’s words seem to make more sense than you’d like.

“If I’d known the last time I saw you would be the last time, I would have stopped to memorise your face, the way you moved. Everything about you. If I had know the last time I kissed you would be the last time, I never would have stopped.” You’re left speechless by Yeonjun’s confession. Seemingly frozen in shock, your mind blank of all thoughts.

“Kiss him, you fool!” Soobin jolts you out of your daze as he rushes back in to the room.

“Huh?” You scrunch your brows in confusion at your friend. He’s done a complete 180 flip after hearing Yeonjun’s speech.

“Didn’t you hear him? If you don’t kiss him, I will.” You stare at him in shock. This has got to be some sort of test, right?

Except Soobin’s expression is completely serious. You cast several quick glances between Soobin and Yeonjun, observing how the latter sends you an almost pleading look, probably silently begging you to not let Soobin kiss him.

Soobin must be serious about telling you to kiss Yeonjun, because he’s willingly encouraging you. And that’s what finally makes you give in, instantly closing the space between you and Yeonjun, your lips moulding perfectly together in a passionate kiss.

You both pull apart breathless, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes.

“I knew you’d be here!” You jolt apart when the door swings open and slams against the wall.

“Who is this?” Soobin questions, confusion clouding his features.

“It’s my friend Beomgyu.” Yeonjun sighs. “I asked him to keep me away from you.” Yeonjun directs the last part towards you.

You simply giggle at him, half still elated from your kiss, the other in amusement.

“Hey, I’m doing that for (Y/N).” Soobin beams.

“Well you’re not doing a very good job. What’s with all the kissing!” Beomgyu sasses back.

You cast your gaze back to Yeonjun when Soobin and Beomgyu begin bickering back and forth, too invested in their arguing to pay attention to either of you.

“Want to get out of here?” You whisper to him, wide grin on your face when he nods and grabs your hand; both of you sneaking out without being noticed and quickly rushing away to make up for lost time.

“Hey, where’d they go?” Soobin suddenly notices you’re missing.

“Ugh, we blew it.” Beomgyu grumpily mutters, defeatedly throwing his hands in the air.

“I blame myself.” Soobin shakes his head in disappointment.

“I blame you too.” Soobin sends Beomgyu a glare in response.

[rqnvindr]

delicacies

pairing: baker!childe x gn!reader

genre: fluff, modern bakery!au, suggestive 

w.c: 1.5k

warnings: making out lol

synopsis: moving to a new country was quite the adventure. and you found new areas to travel further within the cute boy right down the road’s ocean eyes.

--

it had been a total of two weeks since you arrived in italy. getting settled was your top priority, but now that you’ve got your place set up and are getting used to college life in a new country, it was about time you started checking off some of the more leisurely activities on your checklist.

the streets were clearer, less busy than usual, on the weekend you enter the bakery. it seemed like an unpretentious, small business, with the simple, yet homely, beige walls and the old vinyl in the corner playing soft tunes. the bell rings when you enter, but no one seems to be behind the counter when you examine the array of cakes in the front display.

“welcome! i can help you when you’re ready to order!” a perky male voice interrupts you in the middle of eyeing a slice of strawberry cake. you look up to see a ginger with a warm smile, the crinkles around his blue eyes genuine. 

“hello! i was hoping to get this slice of cake right here.” you point to said strawberry treat.

“ah yes. my older brother has been WAITING for someone to try his new signature strawberry cake. but there honestly can’t be anything special about something that tastes the same no matter what.” you can practically hear the way he rolls his eyes as he takes the cake out to put it in a box. 

you raise an eyebrow. “complaining about your own products? that doesn’t seem like a very good marketing strategy, but i suppose reverse psychology will do its job.” 

“you sound like you know about sales quite a bit.” he smiles wryly. “are you a business major?”

“yup! i actually just moved here to study at the local university for an overseas program.” you only knew this guy for a maximum of 30 seconds, and he had already seemed so open and was able to read you like a book. it made you want to know more about him in exchange. 

“so your family bakes everything here?” you ask. 

“yes we do! my parents usually do the baking while my siblings and i work varying shifts here up front or stocking up the inventory. but we too, also experiment with different recipes to sell new things.” 

you hum in response. “you must have a lot of siblings then.”

the boy chuckles in response. “i do. i don’t know what i’d do without them.” he sounded so happy while talking about his family and it made you feel warm just hearing about how they worked together. 

“is this a competition for how much we can learn about each other within a span of a few minutes.” he smirks. “when we haven’t even learnt each others names yet?”

you inspect his attire, pausing at a name tag pinned to his shirt pocket. “ajax? nice to meet you, i’m (y/n).”

“well, (y/n), hope to see you again after trying my brother’s cake. hope it makes you realize that you gotta go for the chocolate or vanilla, not something that wasn’t meant to be a dessert in the first place.”

--

“i mean it was good so i came back for another one?” you can’t help but laugh when the same boy you met at the counter last week shakes his head.

“and you came to order right around closing time too, huh? guess this makes you a new challenge for me.” you avert your gaze to the ground, suddenly feeling nervous from his chastising. 

“fine, you can lose the pouty face. i’ll accept your questionable taste just this one last time.” he pushes his hair back with a sigh after packing up your order and you catch yourself staring. 

and of course, just when you allow yourself to indulge in the sight of a mysterious sea of unanswered questions in his blue eyes, he locks eyes with you. he knows you’re checking him out, causing him to smirk coyly. 

“ajax,” you begin, preventing the atmosphere from heading somewhere more tense. “have you lived here all of your life?” 

“as a matter of fact, no i haven’t. my family has been around, but i think we’ve finally found where we’re supposed to belong here. i’ve been living here long enough for people to start calling me by two different names too. ‘tartaglia’ and also ‘childe’.”

hm. so he was attractive and went by multiple names....

“‘tartaglia’? interesting, sounds like you’ve even earned yourself a name amongst the locals here.”

“i don’t know why they named me after the guy from that one play, though. maybe it’s because i leave a little bit of a stutter in people’s lives.” childe winks.

--

stutter, huh.

you thought he was just being a boastful young man. until you found yourself just happening to visit the bakery during times you predicted he’d be there. 

childe was like a peacock strutting his stuff out in the open, captivating, and divine. you had never met someone so adventurous yet down to earth at the same time. one moment he’d be bragging about his ventures with his friends, and then next thing you knew he’d do a 180 if his little brother called in the middle of your conversation. 

it wasn’t just his actions. he grew more bold with his words too. eyes shooting stars as he looked you up and down, noticing the new outfit you wore just for him when he purred about how good you looked and how it was always a treat to have someone as sweet as you visit after a long day at work. 

he was always full of surprises. you’re reminded of that when you find him standing behind the counter in a hoodie and jeans instead of his usual work attire.

“what’s up? disappointed that i’m not wearing the apron?” childe exits the space separating you two, and stands dangerously close to you. “don’t worry, i can put it back on when i show you the new frosting i’m working on.” he chuckles and rubs your shoulder, the small exchange of body heat making you feel warm all over.

“a new product, huh? is this to help your family business or to compete with your siblings?” you watch him count the cash at the register with your hands tucked underneath your chin. 

“sweetheart, even a guy like me can take on baking as a hobby rather than just a way to make ends meet or pick fights.” with that, he slides the cash register drawer closed. “come on, it should be processed by now.”

you slowly follow childe into the back. as promised, he puts the apron over his casual clothes, the sight rather domestic. 

he dips his finger into the light pink frosting after giving it one last stir and licks it off. the sight makes you shiver and lick your own lips.

“mmm. so i guess strawberry does taste pretty good. if done right of course.”

“what made you change your mind, mr.strawberry-anti?” you smirk.

“baking is a delicacy. i was never a ‘strawberry-anti’, just wary of how it’s supposed to mesh with desserts for the sake of compliancy. i made this frosting to test it out some more, and as a special treat. for you.”

before you can receive his gesture to claim your treat, childe gives you the same glimmering look that he always uses before pulling at your heartstrings even further. 

and it becomes way too much for you to handle when he leans his face closer to yours.

“here, have a taste.” childe teasingly presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. he continues to leave gentle pecks on your lips, and you let out shaky breaths every time he pulls away.

“why did you stop?” you whine and he hovers over your entire body this time, pushing your hips onto the counter.

“hm, not enough? come closer then.” you wrap your arms around his neck, this time, getting a real taste of his creation when he claims your mouth whole. 

you grip onto his hair when he adds more pressure into the kiss, pulling especially harder when he nibbles on your bottom lip. as if having unlocked the key to your greatest depths, he effortlessly slides his tongue into your mouth, and you moan upon tasting the lingering strawberry flavor mixed with the feeling of your tongues connecting.

much to your dismay, you both pull away for air. your breaths mingle hotly before he coaxes you into taking a bit more for yourself. not long after you savor the sweetness, childe’s lips are back on yours. the way he sucks the cream off your lips makes your head spin, making you forget about everything else but this one boy in front of you, the mystery boy in a foreign country who sent you through a rollercoaster during only your first month of living here. 

“ajax...” you breathe out his name when he lets go of your now swollen and red lips. the boy proceeds to kiss your cheek and jawline gently, laughing softly against your skin.

“i can’t help it, baby. it tastes even better on you.”

[jxsatlas]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍 ⇢ keith kogane, ch. 3

keith kogane x gn! reader – previous

DISCLAIMER! this story does not originally belong to me, the author is @MaddieWolf37 on Wattpad. i have simply received permission to rewrite and continue her story. go and check out her profile for the original version!

SYNOPSIS! a story in which you are thrown into the middle of an intergalactic space war and have the undesirable weight of being a symbol of peace dropped on your shoulders. but maybe if you look past the constant danger and endless fighting, there's some good to being a paladin of voltron.

MATURE CONTENT! swearing, violence, gore, war, graphic descriptions, mentions of self-harm

You step into the tent, eyes wide at the sight of three unconscious scientists scattered around the ground. Straight ahead, Keith is carefully pulling Shiro off of the metal table and trying to sling Shiro's arm around him.

"Nope! No! I'm saving Shiro," Lance says and takes Shiro's other arm and tosses it around his shoulders.

"Uh... who are you?" Keith asks, furrowing his brows at Lance in confusion.

"The name's Lance?" your brother says, but Keith only blinks at him. Lance feigns a look of hurt and disappointment. How could his self-proclaimed rival not recognise him? "We were in the same class at the Garrison? We were like rivals. You know, Lance and Keith, neck and neck?"

"Really? Are you... an engineer?" Keith asks.

"What? No! I'm a pilot," Lance frowns.

Keith narrows his eyes at Lance for a moment before it clicks. His face relaxes. "Oh... yeah, I remember you. You're a cargo pilot."

"Well, not anymore. I'm fighter class now, thanks to you washing out," Lance sasses.

"Congratulations," Keith says in a low tone, not interested.

You roll your eyes at their interaction and place a hand on your hip. "Are you two just gonna sweet talk each other or are we gonna take Shiro and get out of here?" you ask.

Keith looks up at the sound of your voice, recognising it. He stares at you for a bit, unintentionally. It's been a while since he's seen you, and he could honestly that say he missed you.

You were the only person he truly got along with at the Garrison, so it's reasonable for him to feel that way.

"Well?" you ask, quirking an eyebrow.

Keith blinks, breaking his stare and bringing him back to reality. "Taking Shiro and getting out of here," he says.

You all rush out of the tent as fast as you can with an unconscious person in your arms. As the others make their way to Keith's hoverbike, You take a quick look to see what's going on with the Garrison.

"Oh, that's not good," you say and spin on your heel quickly. You scurry over to the hoverbike. "We should really get moving! The Garrison is coming back and they do not look happy!"

Pidge climbs onto the hoverbike. "Hey, is this gonna fit all of us?"

As Keith sits down at the helm, Hunk climbs onto the back, causing the back to drop downwards. "No," he grumbles.

But he doesn't bother wasting time when all of you are on and ready to go. He revs the engine and the hoverbike roars to life, lifting up into the air a few feet.

And right as the Garrison comes around the tent, Keith does a sharp 180 and heads in the opposite direction. He speeds away with the Garrison pursuing without hesitation.

To fight against the inertia, you grab ahold of Keith who you sit right behind. And you don't plan on letting go anytime soon, scared you'll fall off.

Pidge has his arms hooked under Shiro's. "Why am I holding this guy?" he asks, but he's left unanswered.

Lance looks at the Garrison behind us. They were getting closer by the second. "Can't this thing go any faster?"

"We can toss off some non-essential weight," Keith says bitterly.

"Oh, right!" Lance chirps and looks around to see what could be tossed off the hoverbike. But when he finds nothing and realises Keith was talking about Hunk, he rolls his eyes. "Okay, so that was an insult."

Keith shouts over his shoulder at Hunk. "Big man, lean left!"

Hunk does so and the hoverbike sharply veers left, quickly evading the gaining pursuers. The Garrison tries to match the sudden movement, but two of the vehicles chasing after you crash into each other.

"Aw, man!" Hunk whines. "Mr. Harris just wiped out Professor Montgomery!"

You look over your shoulder behind you and see the two vehicles rolling and flipping. You frown. You hope they're okay.

"Big man! Lean right!" Keith orders and Hunk listens to him again. As the hoverbike tips to the right, jumping over a canyon and to the narrow ledge on the other side, you make the mistake of looking down below.

Your body tingles with adrenaline as you watch the ground disappear for a second too long, not enjoying the sight at all.

"Not cool! Not cool!" You say and squeeze your eyes shut. You don't usually have a fear of heights. But it's one thing when you're piloting an aircraft, and a completely different thing when you're riding on the back of a hoverbike where falling off is a very prominent thing.

"Are you seriously scared of heights?" Lance asks, picking up on the reason why you suddenly got anxious. "You're a freaking pilot!"

"This is different!" you bark back at him.

"Wait! Guys! Is that cliff up ahead?" Hunk asks, pointing ahead. You turn back around and you squeak at the sight of the sudden drop getting closer and closer.

"Oh, no, no, no, no!" Lance shouts.

"Yep," Keith smirks and increases the speed, practically flying towards the cliff.

Everyone, except for Keith and Shiro, who is still very much unconscious, clambers and screams incoherently as Keith heads straight for the cliff and drives right off.

You feel your stomach fly up to your chest as you fall, your butt lifting off the seat. The butterflies make your entire body buzz with fear and you tighten your arms around Keith. If you fall off now, there's no doubt you'll be dead.

And flat as a pancake.

"What are you doing!? You're gonna get us killed!" Lance shouts, his eyes wide with fear. His grip is tight on the hoverbike. He doesn't want to fall off either.

"Just shut up and trust me!" Keith shouts back at him.

"I trust you!" you shout, squeezing your eyes shut once again. You truly do. Even though Keith was reckless and quite the trouble maker back at the Garrison, You know he wouldn't intentionally put you in danger without a way to get you out of it.

You fall for what seems like an eternity before Keith rolls the throttle all the way, maxing out the power of the engines. The hoverbike stops just before it hits the ground. Your butt hits the seat pretty hard and you wince.

That's definitely gonna be a bruised tailbone.

With the Garrison having no way to get down the cliff and chase after you, Keith drives off into the desert.

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Inside of an old cabin in the middle of what seems to be nowhere, the group lays about. Lance sits on the edge of a surprisingly soft sofa with you laying across the majority of it, your head in his lap. He has his arms hanging on the back and his head resting on his shoulder. The two of you snooze away.

Pidge and Hunk are across the room sitting on the floor, talking about tech and engineering. Keith is outside with Shiro.

When you were waiting for Shiro to wake up, you had a chance to catch up with Keith. You hugged him and conversed with him happily. He seemed to enjoy talking to me too again, a faint smile on his face.

Although Lance glared at you from across the room the entire time. The boys have a mutual dislike for each other, so Lance didn't take too kindly to you talking to Keith. But you think Lance feels the said dislike more. Keith doesn't seem to care most of the time, but Lance can and will get on his nerves.

Nevertheless, you genuinely missed Keith. You were pretty good friends with him. In fact, you think you were his only friend at the Garrison.

You stir awake when Keith and Shiro walk back into the cabin rather loudly. You rub the sleep from your eyes and sit up. You stretch your arms out with a yawn, accidentally smacking your brother in the face.

Lance jolts awake with a small yelp.

"Oh, sorry," you say. Lance grumbles under his breath and sits up. He yawns as well.

"What have you been working on?" Shiro asks slowly.

You turn my attention to the other side of the room. Keith holds a large cloth in his hands, having pulled it off of the wall. And on the wall are pictures of caves carvings and odd locations and maps of the desert pinned onto it with tacs and tape. Messy red arrows and circles are marked onto said maps, pointing out places in the desert. But not as much as an area at the center of the map, where a large, overlapping circle was scribbled down.

With curiosity overpowering your sleepiness, you rest your chin in your palm and lean forward with interest. "What's that?" you ask.

"It's... kinda hard to explain?" Keith says with a shrug. "After getting booted from the Garrison, I felt... lost?" he says with a somber expression.

Keith points to the large circle on the map. "But I was drawn to this place. It was like something, some energy, was telling me to search," he says.

"For what?" Shiro asks.

"I'm not sure," Keith answers. "But when I did search, I came across a cave system with all these ancient carvings. Each depicting a slightly different story about a Blue Lion, and some... arrival happening," he explains and points to the photos on the wall before looking at Shiro. "Then you showed up."

Shiro hums, a small, impressed smile tugging at his lips. He turns to you, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge, who are clumped together across the room. "I should thank you all for getting me out of there," he says.

Shiro reaches his robotic arm out to Lance. An awestruck expression takes over my brother's face. On the outside, he appears rather calm. But on the inside, he's most likely freaking out about the fact that his idol is wanting to shake his hand.

"You're Lance, right?" Shiro asks.

Lance nods with a wide smile, firmly grasping Shiro's metal hand and shaking it.

Shiro turns to you. "And... [y/n]?" he guesses your name and you nod.

"Yep! That's me!" you affirm and shake Shiro's hand as well.

"I'm Pidge, and the nervous guy is Hunk," the short ginger says and points to Hunk, who is pulling at his fingers, with his thumb. "Do you know if the rest of your crew made it?"

You glance at Pidge. He seems to be pretty hung up on Shiro's crewmates. You slowly get lost in your thoughts wondering why.

Could he possibly be related to any of them? Or at least a good friend to one?

Pidge gives you a strange look and you realise you're staring. You flash him an embarrassed smile and look away.

"I don't know," Shiro says after taking a moment to dig through his memories. "My brain is still pretty scrambled. But one thing sticks out. I kept hearing the word Voltron, over and over. It's some kind of weapon."

You blink. "That's what Pidge was hearing on the radio!" you point out.

Pidge nods. "Yeah, I picked it up on alien radio chatter when scanning the solar system," he rephrases.

"Maybe those were the aliens that captured Shiro?" Lance suggests.

"Well, we need to find this Voltron before the aliens do," Shiro says with a sharp tone of determination.

"But how are we gonna do that?" Lance asks.

He's got a point. "Yeah, we don't even know what Voltron looks like," you say.

"I got that doodle in my notebook?" Pidge says.

"Sorry, Pidge, but your artist's rendition isn't the best," Lance says. You smack his arm and he smacks yours in return.

Hunks smiles. "I don't think Pidge's drawing skills will be a problem," he says and picks up Pidge's backpack. "Because I was looking through his stuff–"

Pidge snatches his bag from Hunk and holds it away from him. "What were you doing looking through my stuff?" he asks sharply.

Hunk rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "Looking for a snack," he says. "Anyways, I was looking through his diary and–"

"You did what?" Pidge growls. He seems to like his privacy.

"–and I noticed a repeating series of numbers that kinda look like a Fraunhofer line," Hunk quickly finishes talking before Pidge has a chance to interrupt him again.

"A frown-what?" Keith asks and you, him, and Lance give a quizzical look.

"Sorry, we have the brains of pilots," you say.

"That's fine," Hunk shrugs and proceeds to explain what he's talking about. "It's a number describing the emission spectrum of an element. But this element doesn't exist on earth, so I was thinking it could be this Voltron?"

You nod, understanding a little bit more of his engineer mind, but not really. He used too big of words.

"I think I can build something to track it, like a Voltron Geiger counter," Hunk says.

Lance flashes an impressed grin and crosses his arms. "Hunk, you big gassy genius!" he praises.

"It's pretty great," Hunk smiles bashfully at the compliment. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a sheet of paper with a sort of graph on it. He holds it up for everyone to see. "It looks like this."

Keith snatches the paper from Hunk and examines it closely. He furrows his brows and turns to one of the photos pinned up on the wall, something connecting in his brain. He holds the graph up next to a photo of rocky outcropping somewhere in the desert.

The line matches the shape of the tall, jagged rocks eerily well. You all share a look, concluding that that's the next place you need to go.

[homo-ousios]

Watch list tag game!

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I have a discord server for organizing my life, and one channel on there is exclusively dedicated to keeping track of shows. If I were this organized about my research, the book would be published already. Oh well.

☼ Currently Watching (Binging)

Previous seasons of Take Guy Out Thailand (yt). Not only is it gay and stupid and a great way to listen to unscripted colloquial Thai, but Lek Davika is one of the podium leaders <3 Downside is almost no subtitles, but it'll really bootcamp your listening skills.

Merry Queer (gaga). After His Man finished airing last week, I went looking for other gay reality shows and found this. Obviously it's meant mostly to educate straight viewers, so it's very gender theory 101 and all, but you do get to learn a decent amount about queer history and culture in South Korea, which I found interesting. Plus, the stories are incredibly sweet.

☼ Currently Watching (Airing)

180 Degrees Longitude (gaga). This is excellent. I'm worried about how it will end because it's serious gay media, so it might be tragic. It's not protected by the bl/romcom genre conventions. I hate sad endings, so prayer circle for this one.

Minato's Laundromat (gaga). I hate age-gap romances, but this is done pretty considerately. It's a sweet, slow-paced, slice-of-life drama, and to me it's worth watching for Japanese practice.

In a similar vein, Takara to Amagi (gaga). Again, it uses a lot of tropes that I hate (infantilized uke, oh no sex is terrifying/so sorry for having a libido, we would rather die than communicate clearly, etc.). But Japan produces relatively little bl, and it's always short, so I just watch it anyway. I need listening practice and I refuse to watch anything hetero. They need to put out a second season of Rea(L)ove, with more queers this time.

Returning to Thailand, The Eclipse (yt). I like it well enough so far. It's weird to try to see First as a high school student after Not Me, but he's a delight to watch regardless. I like that GMMTV is producing this subgenre of queer-directed anti-establishment bl. Very cash money of them.

Vice Versa (yt). I'm trying y'all, but I just don't like this one very much. It's much more in GMMTV's normal mode: cute but sexless, and without much of substance to say. Which is fine obviously, romcoms don't need to say anything. Make as much gay cotton candy as you want. So long as someone else is making KinnPorsche, Not Me, and the Pornographer, I'll be happy.

Love in the Air (yt). I've actually only watched 1 ep of this, but I'll catch up eventually. I know everyone clutches their pearls about how problematic MAME's stuff is, but I've honestly never thought it was as bad as all that, and at least it's not boring.

☼ Rewatching:

I'm not rewatching anything at the moment. It's been a few weeks, so I might take KinnPorsche for another spin. I've also been thinking about rewatching Bad Buddy, just to try and figure out what everyone's so into. I mean I enjoyed the show when it aired, but to me it was just more GMMTV normie fluff. Perfectly nice, but forgettable. People are still posting about it though, so maybe I should give it another chance?

☼ Looking forward to

Be On Cloud's new movie. I have watched that trailer 900 times and I will watch it again.

The announcement of KinnPorsche season 2. Come on, Be On Cloud, I know you got me. Don't leave me hanging.

The Cherry Magic movie. Speaking of cute and sexless fluff. Whatever though, Kurodachi can give me diabetes for all I care. I just wanna see them live happily ever after.

GAP the series. Woahhh, lesbians.

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