#oh and AB/AP RIGHT AFTER???

[mystic-maniac]

WHEN I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE??? THIS ISNT QUITE WHAT I MEANT??? I GOT THE QUARANTINE BLUES??? BAD NEWS??? WHAT’S LEFT??? SO IT SEEMS THE VULTURE’S GETTING TOO FULL TO FLY??? WOAH??? WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIIIIIIIVE???

[middleearthpixie]

After the Fire ~ Chapter Eleven

Title: After the Fire - 

Fandom: The Hobbit - Post BOTFA AU Where Everybody Lives

Summary: Following the Battle of the Five Armies, a grievously wounded Thorin is brought back to the kingdom of Erebor, which is still mostly in ruins. Although he’s survived the wounds he received at the end of Azog’s blade, his recovery is far from complete. Grief, regret, anger, all are making his journey that much more difficult and the physical recovery isn’t quite the most difficult challenge he faces.

Jasna Stoneham is no stranger to loss, as she is a survivor of Smaug’s wrath upon Esgaroth. When she is asked to help the dwarves healers of Erebor, her instinct is to say no, but she needs the job, and so agrees to it. However, no one told her that of all the patients, she would be responsible for the king himself, Thorin Oakenshield. 

Unfortunately, the road to recovery isn’t necessary a smooth one, but if there’s one thing Thorin will learn, it’s that Jasna is just as stubborn as he is and for every step back he takes, she is there to push him three steps forward. And Jasna will soon find out that there is a gentle, softer side to the dwarf king, one that very few people have ever seen and one he fights to keep hidden from her as well. But like his recovery, that is also easier said than done. 

Jasna meets Dáin, and later Óin has her bring Dís up to date on what happened to Fíli and Kíli and their prognosis. 

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x ofc Jasna Stoneham

Characters: Jasna, Thorin, Dís 

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 4,173

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Previous chapters can be found here. 

Jasna was at the far end of the infirmary, sitting down with a red-haired dwarf from the Iron Hills who had one of the most colorful vocabularies she’d ever heard, and what looked to be a nasty infection in his right thumb. She peered down at that the swollen digit, with the bright red squiggles stretching down almost to the base of said thumb. “Wh-what did y-y-you do again?”

“I hit it with a blasted bloody hammer is what I did!” His voice rang across the infirmary, causing several of those still abed to look in their direction. “I do not recommend ye do it, lassie!”

“It l-looks to me like y-y-y-you might h-h-have done more th-than hit it with a hammer.”

A heavy sigh sent his mustache fluttering almost perfectly straight out. “It’s been botherin’ me fer days, lass. I had a splinter tha’ I thought I’d got out, but perhaps I didn’t after all.”

“I can look.”

“Please. I canna stand it any longer.” He added a few more colorful phrases when she gently probed at it, sucking in his breath as he growled, “Oh, jus’ cut it off! It’d hurt less.”

“I ap-ap-apologize,” she replied, biting back a smile. “I th-think it will n-n-need to be lanced.”

“So lance it.”

“I need to sp-sp-speak with Óin first.”

“Nae, ye don’t. I trust ye. Ye’ve got good hands, lassie. Just lop off the tip, wrap it up, an’ let me get back ta work!”

She shook her head. “I’m afraid I cannot d-do that. Óin will b-b-b-be furious, and he sc-scares me more th-than you d-d-do.” She rose from her chair, patting him on the shoulder with one hand. “I won’t be b-b-b-but a minute.”

“If ye say so.”

As she straightened, she caught sight of Dís making her way into the infirmary, looking back and forth amongst the beds—for her sons, no doubt. Jasna glanced back at the dwarf with the injured thumb, then ahead at Dís, and made her way over to the dwarf princess. “Lady Dís? Fíli and Kíli are over in the back corner. Come and I’ll take you to them.”

“Aren’t you helping Dáin?”

“Dáin?”

Dís smiled and waved at the red-haired dwarf. “Dáin. He’s my and Thorin’s cousin. He isn’t giving you any trouble, is he?”

“No. W-w-will he?”

“He might. He’s… unique.”

Jasna smiled. “I can see that.”

“Go and tend to him. I can find my sons and sit with them until you’re free and you can catch me up with them.”

“Ca-catch you up?”

Dís nodded as she skirted a bed. “Go. Before Dáin starts yelling.”

Jasna swallowed hard as she stood there for a moment, then remembered she was fetching Óin, who was at his desk. She approached him. “Do you have a moment?”

“I do, lassie.” He lifted his head to meet her gaze. “What is it?”

“Dáin, I believe Lady Dís said his name is?”

“Dáin. He’s of the Iron Hills. What brings him here?”

“He has a nasty infection in his thumb. I think it n-n-needs to be dr-dr-drained, but th-th-think you should look at it first.”

“Of course.” He pushed back from his desk and came around to follow her back to where Dáin sat. “Dáin Ironfoot! Ye aren’t givin’ my student a tough time, are ye?”

“She’s only a student? I dinna believe that for a moment. She’s doesna act like a student. She knows wha’ she’s doin’!”

Jasna’s cheeks grew warm, and then went warmer still as Óin turned a proud smile in her direction. “She’s one of the brightest I’ve ever taught. Yer in good hands, man.”

“I knew it. She’s the one what insisted on fetchin’ ye.”

“Miss Stoneham,” Óin turned to her, “what should we do here?”

She swallowed hard, willing her words to come smoothly as she said, “Lance and drain, do a q-quick exam for any f-foreign b-bodies, flush it with kingsfoil and bind it with linen soaked in comfrey and give him instructions to k-keep it clean.”

Óin bobbed his head. “Proceed. I’ll look it over before ye bandage it.”

“Th-thank you.”

He went back to his desk and she turned to find Dáin grinning at her. “Why d-do you smile?” she asked, rising to go and gather the supplies she’d need.

“Ye knew what ta do the entire time, lassie. Ye need to believe in yerself more.”

“I’m still q-quite new at this.” She said this over her shoulder as she went to the cupboard. Her stomach rolled for a painful moment at the thought of lancing and draining the wound, as she still wasn't used to doing such things. Still, she swallowed hard and continued gathering everything up. 

As she did, she glanced over at Dís, sitting between her sons, looking from one to the other as they slept, her left hand on Kili’s forearm, her right on Fíli’s. What would have happened, had she not come into the courtyard when she had? Jasna had the strangest feeling Thorin was on the verge of kissing her. When he leaned in, murmuring how she should use his given name, the air around them almost crackled with electricity. 

What would kissing the King Under the Mountain be like? She’d never been kissed before, by anyone, and so had no idea what it felt like to have someone else’s lips pressed to hers. She and Anissa used to talk about what such a thing might be like, as she’d never kissed anyone, either. They would whisper late into the night, their beds across from one another in the small dormitory, about what happened between men and women when they were alone together, what happened when one went beyond kissing? What would it be like? What did they think kissing Kieran Edwards would be like, as they both found him quite appealing?

Would either one of them ever find out?

She sighed softly as she brought everything back to where Dáin sat. Anissa would never know. She’d died when the burning dormitory roof caved in on her. Jasna tried to get to her, but the flames were too intense, choking the air from her lungs, threatening to scorch the skin from her bones. Kieran and the others all perished from the thick, black, acrid smoke that engulfed Esgaroth to choke out everyone and everything in its path.

Do not think about that.

She pushed the memories from her mind as she made her way back to where Dáin sat, and his eyes went wide at the sight of the implements she’d need to open his wound, his face going pale as he said, “Have ye any ale or rye, perhaps?”

“This shouldn’t hurt m-m-much,” she said. “It will probably f-f-feel better once the pressure is gone.”

“I don’t think it can feel worse,” Dáin replied, looking down at the table now. He visibly swallowed and his, “Be quick, lassie. Please,” was far softer than his speech up to that point.

She patted his hand. “I will. Close your eyes if it would help.”

“Don’t tell anyone.”

“My lips are s-sealed."

He did and she went to work, fighting back biting nausea as she drained the wound. A low oath leaked through Dáin’s teeth, but he remained perfectly still as she finished, then carefully probed about. Her eyes widened when she found the source of the infection, a small sliver of wood embedded deep in the pad of his thumb.

“Augh! Take care, lassie!” Dáin’s voice rang out like a bell as she extracted the sliver.

“I b-b-beg your p-p-pardon, but it h-had to be d-d-done,” she said, dropping the splinter into the basin. “If it’s any consolation, we are f-f-finished.”

“Thank Mahal,” he breathed, his arm relaxing and his fingers splaying a bit wider now. 

“I just n-n-need to flush it and bandage it.”

He hissed again as she poured a solution of kingsfoil and purified water over the wound, then applied a small square of comfrey-soaked linen, saying, “Hold this here whilst I f-f-fetch Óin. He w-w-wanted to see it be-before I bandaged it.”

“Again, lassie?”

“He said to do so.” She rose and hurried to grab Óin and brought him back over to look over her work.

He bobbed his head. “Aye, ye did a fine job, Miss Stoneham. Bandage it and send the wee man on his way.”

“Wee man?” Dáin’s voice rang with disbelief. “Who are ye callin’ a wee man, ye cantaloupe?”

“See?” Óin winked. “He’s fine.”

Jasna bit back a smile as Óin took himself off, and when she looked back at Dáin, he merely arched a rusty eyebrow and held out his still-bleeding thumb. She swapped out the bloodied linen for a fresh square, and wrapped clean linen about that, knotting it carefully. “Is that t-t-too tight?”

“Not at all, lassie.” He bent his thumb. “How long until I can use it again?”

“It’s hard to say.” She looked up to see Thorin limp back into the infirmary, leaning heavily on the black ash cane. Her heart skipped beat, her belly did a strange little flutter, and when he looked over at her, heat climbed into her cheeks, and she had to look away. 

“Lassie?”

“Uh… I b-b-beg your p-pardon.”

“It’s all right. Thorin turns heads. He always has.”

“What? N-no, that n-n-not it.” She looked up to find Dáin grinning at her. “What? It isn’t.”

“Of course not. Now,” he held up his hand and wiggled his bandaged thumb, “when do I get this back?”

“Uh… right… come in for the next few d-d-days for a wound ch-check and we’ll take it day b-b-by day.” She pushed the cork stopper back into the bottle of comfrey extract. “Keep it as d-d-d-dry as possible. And please, do ba-ba-baby it. It will be sore for the n-n-n-next several days.”

“Baby it? Have ye seen how much work this place needs? I canna take time off.”

“You c-c-can if you w-w-w-want to have it heal pr-pr-properly.”

He sighed softly. “Yer a hard woman, lassie.”

“I have your best interests at heart, Mr. Dáin.”

Dáin chuckled, then looked over her shoulder. “Ah, Thorin, how nice of ye to come visit!”

Jasna’s stomach did a massive flip as Thorin replied, “I apologize, cousin. I was a bit occupied with trying not to die.”

Dáin’s grin grew wider. “Aye, I’m glad ye had yer priorities straight.” He stood and came around to embrace Thorin. “And it’s good ta see ye upright again.”

“It’s good to be upright again. Now, what did you do to yourself?”

“I got a splinter on somethin’, it would seem. I thought I got it out, and didn’t even realize I hadn’t until my thumb blew up like mad and hurt like the fires of Mordor.” He glanced down at Jasna. “Might I steal him away fer a bit? Or he is under house arrest?”

“Actually,” Thorin said, “I came over to ask Miss Stoneham if she had a moment.”

“Oh, I have to cl-cl-clean up and then round, Your Majesty.” She stood and began gathering up all the used supplies and the basin that needed cleaning. “And no, Mr. Dáin, he is not under arrest of any sort. You are more than welcome t-t-to st-st-steal him for a bit.”

“Wonderful!” Dáin clapped Thorin on the back. “Come along and let me catch ye up on what ye’ve missed, lyin’ about here w’out a care in the world.”

“It wasn't quite that carefree,” Thorin said, allowing Dáin to steer him back toward the Great Hall, which lay between the infirmary and the kitchens. 

Jasna watched them go and fought off the urge to sigh. They were nearly the same height, but Thorin wasn't quite as wide as his cousin, who was far more on the stout side. Thorin might not see himself that way, but he certainly carried himself as a king.

A king who was going to kiss her. 

“So ye survived draining that?” 

She looked over at Óin, who’d come up alongside her, and nodded. “It was a bit d-d-d-dicey, but yes.”

“I knew ye would. He’s right, ye know. Ye need only bait more confidence in yerself.” He glanced over at Dís and his smile faded. “We need to tell her what happened to Fíli and Kíli.”

“We?”

He nodded. “Ye’ve been with them since they came in.”

“B-b-but I only h-h-h-helped with Kíli and for Fíli, I’ve but held his hands for him.”

“You’ve done much more than that since they arrived. Come along now.”

Reluctantly, she followed Óin across to where Dís sat. She looked up at them and offered up a slight smile. “I never thought I’d be sitting here,” she said, “looking at my boys and wondering if they would ever stand on their own again.”

Óin patted her shoulder. “I know it is rough to see them this way, my lady. But believe me when I tell ye, they were in far worse condition when they first came in.”

Dís’ eyes, almost the same shade of steel blue as her brother’s, reddened. “But will they make full recoveries?”

Óin glanced down at the sleeping forms, then gestured for Dís to come with them. “Let’s speak away from the lads.”

“Oh, no…” Dís brought a hand to her mouth, her eyes beginning to shimmer now. “Óin, no…”

“They just don’t need to hear how bad it was. Not yet.”

Dís looked from him to Jasna. “Thorin wouldn’t tell me what happened. Can either of you?”

Jasna shook her head. “I don’t know wh-what happened. I w-w-w-was out in Dale. B-b-bard asked me to come here to h-h-h-help.”

“Come, my lady,” Óin held out a hand, “and we can talk somewhere a bit more private.”

Fíli stirred then, a low moan rising to his lips. Dís’ spine stiffened at the sound. “He—”

“Miss Stoneham, if ye would take Lady Dís into my office whilst I see what Fíli needs. Ye can explain to her what we know so far.”

She nodded. “Of course.”

“Wait, Óin, you’re leaving me with a student to answer my questions?”

“She’s one of the brightest students I’ve had, my lady. Yer in good hands, I promise.”

Dís didn't look at all convinced, but she merely shrugged and followed Jasna away from the Durins’ beds and back to Óin’s office. Once they were inside and she’d closed the door, Dís said, “Please, tell me what happened to my sons.”

“I honestly d-d-don’t know.” She motioned to the chairs in front of Óin’s desk. “Please, s-s-sit and I’ll t-t-t-tell you what I d-d-d-do know.”

Dís didn't look entirely convinced, but she sank into one of the chairs. Jasna took the other one, shifting it slightly toward her, and without thinking, she took the lady’s hands in hers. “I don’t know h-h-h-how exactly they w-w-w-were wounded. It happened up at R-ravenhill. 

“Fíli w-w-w-was run through by a double blade, j-j-just as Thor—His Majesty—w-w-was. By the s-s-same blade, I believe, but only the topmost one did any d-d-damage.” She paused. “It was the longer bl-bl-blade.”

“Oh, no…”

“I’m afraid there’s more, my lady. He fell a gr-gr-great distance and su-sustained fractures in his l-l-legs—his femurs, up here,” she gestured to her own thigh, “his tibia and fibulas, in the lower leg, and both ankles as well.”

“Will he regain use of his legs?”

Jasna nodded slowly. “Óin be-be-be—thinks he should, yes. He has a very long r-r-road ahead of him, but in time, he should. He can feel them, and that’s a good sign. A very good sign, indeed. But, he is only in the b-b-b-be-be-beginning stages of recovery, you know. And it will be months before he will be able to do much.”

“Does he know?”

“Not yet. He’s not been conscious long enough for either Narnerra or Óin to speak with him at length. He knows what happened. He is aware of everything around him. But we’ve not given him much more than b-b-basic information now. In t-t-time, Óin will, when h-h-he feels Fíli is st-st-strong enough to hear the truth.”

“The truth?”

Jasna drew in a deep breath. “His injuries are very severe, my lady. He will re-recover, but he will n-n-not be the same. He may never h-h-have full use of his legs, may limp, may have stiff joints. We w-w-won’t know until he is ready to be upright and m-m-moving. Then he can be assessed and w-w-we can go f-f-forward.”

The shimmering in Dís’ eyes grew brighter and she visibly swallowed, but then she nodded and said, “Thank you, Miss Stoneham. I appreciate your honesty.”

“Of course. You’re we-welcome.”

Dís dug into her small bag and pulled out a lacy handkerchief, with which she dabbed at her eyes. Then, lowering it, she said, “And Kíli?”

“He was run through from the front. A s-s-single blade. It went through his chest,” she put a hand to her own, just below her breasts, on the right side, “approximately here. It nicked both the inferior vena cava and the descending aorta, both of which run from the heart.”

Dís’ eyes went perfectly round “H-his heart was damaged?” 

“The wounds w-w-were relatively small, and I assisted Narnerra in suturing them. He should be fine in time, my lady.”

“Are you certain?”

“More or less,” Jasna told her softly, instinctively reaching over to cover the lady’s hands with her own. She gave them a gentle squeeze. “He was seriously wounded, b-b-but, I understand a she-elf was with him when he was felled. H-h-h-he had a bit of cloth wadded against his wounds, with enough p-p-p-pressure applied to slow the bleeding enough that he reached Erebor with a pulse, and I believe th-th-there might have been dried kings foil in the w-w-wound as well, which would have de-de-definitely helped with bleeding.”

“A she-elf? Who?”

“I believe he said her name was Tauriel, my lady.” She gave Dís’ hands another squeeze. “But you’ll be able to ask h-h-him yourself in a day or s-s-so to be certain.”

Dís’ eyes glimmered with those unshed tears, overflowing to sent them streaking over her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking, “I just… this is not what I thought I’d find here. My brother, my sons, almost dying at the hands of orcs… it just—I don’t know what to do with this… what to think.”

Jasna withdrew her handkerchief from the pocket of her work dress and pressed it into the lady’s hands. “It’s quite all right, my lady. It’s b-b-been a sh-sh-shock, no doubt.”

“And Thorin, is he going to make a full recovery as well?”

Jasna nodded. “He will, yes.”

“What happened to him?”

Jasna shifted slightly. “I really don’t kn-kn-know, my lady. He has not spoken much about wh-wh-what happened to him and I do not feel comfortable sharing what I do know without first asking him permission.”

“I thought of anyone, he would have told you.”

“Why w-w-would you think that?”

A hint of a smile tugged at Dís’ lips. “You looked very cozy with him out in the courtyard.”

“No. I was b-b-but helping him. He began walking about earlier this week, but th-th-this was the first he’s been out of doors since he arrived.”

“I know my brother, Miss Stoneham. And if his is the heart you wish to win,” she gave into her smile now, “I can help you with that.”

Heat stung Jasna’s cheeks even as she shook her head. “I thank you, but that won’t b-b-b-be necessary.”

“Are you certain?”

The door opened then, and Óin barreled in, greeting them with, “Was Miss Stoneham able to help you at all, my lady?”

Dís nodded, dabbing at her eyes with the handkerchief. “She was a great help, yes, Óin. May I go and sit with my boys?”

“Of course. Feel free to sit with them as long as you like. Miss Stoneham, will you escort the lady back to Fíli and Kíli?”

Jasna nodded. “Of course.”

She waited for Dís to rise, and led her out into the infirmary, around the beds, to where she’d been sitting before. Thorin had returned to his bed, his eyes closed, his boots lying on the floor at the foot of his bed. Dís glanced over at him, then at her, and said, “If you change your mind, Miss Stoneham, just let me know.”’

“I do appreciate it, but it really is n-n-n-not necessary.”

“Very well.” Dís settled herself back into her chair, and resumed her position of one hand on each of her sons. 

“Might I f-f-f-fetch you anything?”

“I’ll be fine, thank you.”

“Very well. I’ll be by again in a b-b-b-bit when we do rounds. Óin likes to stay at-at-atop things.”

“I expect no less from him. I will see you later, Miss Stoneham.”

Jasna bobbed her head and moved around to crouch and pick up Thorin’s boots to move them before someone—namely her—tripped over them. As she straightened, he said, “Just toss them under the bed, if you’d not mind.”

“Oh, I h-h-h-hadn’t realized you were awake.” She tucked the boots beneath his bed and straightened up once more. “Do you n-n-n-need anything for pain?”

“No. I can tolerate the twinges.”

“If it worsens, let me kn-kn-know.”

He nodded. “I will.”

“Rest now.”

As she made to move by him, he reached for her, catching her by the hand to halt her. “Miss Stoneham?”

“Y-y-yes?”

“Thank you.”

“There is n-n-no need t-t-to thank me, Your Majesty.”

“Thorin.”

As he growled that one word, Jasna was convinced she could feel Dís’ eyes on her, could feel the lady offering up a knowing smile. She was overly aware of how warm Thorin’s hand felt, how those thick fingers wound entirely about her slender wrist. “Your Majesty…”

“I’ve told you, it’s quite all right. I’d prefer it.”

“Very well. If I call you by your given name, will you get some rest?”

His eyes met hers and he smiled. “I will, aye.”

“Then get some rest,” she paused, “Thorin.”

He released her then, wincing as he shifted slightly. But before she could offer him pain relief again, he said, “I’m fine. Just a bit sore from moving.”

“If you’re certain.”

“I am.”

“I’ll see you when we r-r-round. If you’re sl-sleeping, I’ll try not to wake you.”

“I appreciate it.”

For a moment, she wondered what he’d do, should she stroke his hair, as she’d done that first day he was with them. The urge to do just that coursed through her, and it was all she could do to resist giving in. 

As she moved away from his bed, she glanced over at Lady Dís, and for one mad moment, almost went over to take her up on her offer.

But then she thought better of it. Yes, Thorin was handsome. He was kind. But he was also not only a dwarf, but their king. She was of Man, and a nobody, really. There could never be anything between them. And besides, just because she thought him handsome didn't mean he found her attractive at all. The notion that he was about to kiss her might be nothing more than her own imagination.

She went back to her room to do some studying before rounds, but as she stared down at the pages before her, all she could see was Thorin leaning in to her, and all she could think about was what it would feel like to be in his arms. 

[goldenhypen]

yes thank you for not adding to the trauma </3 tbh i'm planning to take a break after finishing two of my works, it's unhealthy how much i think about tumblr and how much importance i give it. also i've been good !! study pressure is less so i'm writing everyday, albeit it wouldn't last long bc i have ap classes staring from august. and pls you've been thinking ab me 😭 idk what i did to make you think of me but thank u i guess. you're so right, the telepathy here is >>

oh completely understandable 😭✋🏻 the amount of time i not only spend on tumblr but also think about tumblr is so unhealthy 😭 i def rec taking a break. it rlly helps 😭 even if it’a just coming onto tumblr a little less every day helps a ton. and you deserve a break for sure <333 omg school again already ??? 😭 good luck with all of it <333 also i’m not sure either tbh sksjsjsj ig i was just thinking about my moots and everything and how i felt guilty for going mia so suddenly and how much i missed y’all honestly 😭 but yes, the telepathy we have is just on point 🤩

[leam1983]

On Continuity Arcs

January 6th, COVID-19, Trump, Boris Johnson acting like an idiot and finally getting his comeuppance, Shinzo Abe's assassination, Jeff Bezos outpacing Musk and Musk having increasingly stupid ideas as a means to forward his brand's omnipresence, including but not limited to naming a kid after a Buffer Stack Overflow bug and having secret twins with a Neuralink exec, Ukraine's invasion and Putin's devolving day after day into a slightly more credible hypothetical peer of Austin Powers' Doctor Evil...

Man. Whoever's the showrunner for the 2020s, their writers need to take a fucking chill pill. I think we're due a few episodes focusing on human warmth and general kindness, now. Or more than a few.

Edit: Oh, and how could I forget the crypto rush. Man, was there ever a worse time to be a financial advisor... Imagine being near your retirement, in your mid-sixties, having spent decades handling traditional portfolios with various risk factors - and one of your younger clients just suddenly info-dumps on Yacht Club, Bored Ape, rug pulls and "whale" wallets...

I think I would've popped an aneurysm or just called it quits right then and there.

[sharperthewriter]

K-P-1-8 - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

(March 6, 2007, 2:05pm, 5 days before Kim's 18th Birthday)

The sign on the Middleton High Readerboard said “Spring Break Next Week: Please Don't Get Arrested”.

Kim came up to Monique's locker while the transition to 6th period was going on. Kim was in her pink t-shirt with her baggy Club Banana dark denim overalls with the left strap hooked and right strap undone and red sneakers. As per the Middleton High dress code, however, Kim tucked in the undone strap to her overalls so that it would not poke someone's eye out. Monique went with a blue croptop and, like Kim, also went with the CB Dark Denim Baggy Overalls, but decided to go with the bib-down-but straps hooked route with a CB belt to hold them up and brown boots.

“Monique! I got great news!” Kim exclaimed.

“Spill, Kim! But you got only 60 seconds to do it!” Monique said, pointing to the clock.

“Okay, for my birthday that is coming up, I would suggest that we should hold a slumber party that weekend!” Kim explained her plan.

“Girl, that is totally ab-fab!” Monique exclaimed with a shrill cry for joy, “But is it going to be just us two?” “Nah, I've already talked with Tara, Jess, and Crystal and they're in as well!” Kim said, “Zita is still up in the air though. Said she got some big Everlot video game tournament going on that weekend. I'll hear back from her after cheer practice.”

“Sounds like a good plan, girl!” Monique said before hearing the bell ring. “We gotta get to AP European History before Barkin catches us playing hooky again!”

Kim nodded her head and both she and Monique headed off to class.

(4:49pm)

Kim exited the gym after cheer practice with Jessica and Tara right behind her. Tara wore her varsity jacket over her CB Denim Jumpsuit. She unbuttoned the top three buttons to reveal an Oh Boyz t-shirt. Tara accessorized the outfit with giant gold hoop earrings and two gold CB bracelets on her right hand. Jessica was, like Kim, wearing her Club Banana dark denim overalls but she wore them in the style of Rachelle Greenwood from Pals in which she undid both straps with the bib flopping. The buckles to the undone straps were constantly clinking behind her back. But unlike Bonnie, who normally wore hers in that manner, she did not show off her undergarments. She had a CB belt worn at the waist to prevent her parents from grounding her if she did that. She topped the  90s-like outfit with her orange long-sleeve shirt and red sneakers.

“So what time do you think we should be at your house for Friday, Kim?” Jessica asked.

“I think around 7:00 would be the perfect time.” Kim replied. “But, again, gotta get that permish from the 'rents to have more than 4 friends in the house.” “That's always important.” Tara added. “My parents were very picky about it as well.” “But what's next on the list?” Tara then asked.

“Let's see, there's the food and the cake as well.” Kim said, digging her hands into her overalls pockets.“

Jessica replied, “I think me and Tara can stop by M-Mart for some chips, nuts, a lot of candy....” “Just be sure to get the candy away from the Tweebs.” Kim suggested, “You do NOT want to know what happened on my birthday last year!”

(flashbacks to last March 11, 2006)

The Tweebs were on a sugar high, flying their jet packs throughout Middleton! They also were reading off of Kim's diary.

“Come back here you two!!” Kim exclaimed in anger as she and both the DrsP squared gave chase on their minivan.

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“It took us an hour to get that diary back from those two...” she muttered. “Good thing that they are going to some sleepover over at their friends' house across the street.”

Jessica said with confidence. “Don't worry. It's gonna be just us girls over at your house this weekend.” “What about the guys?” Tara asked.

“Ron told me that he, Felix, Jamarcus, and Jason are going to play video games.” Kim said, “Only thing is who's going to host the thing.” _____________________________________________________________________________ On the other side of the school, Ron and Jamarcus were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors with Felix and Jason looking on. Ron had won two rounds while Jamarcus has also won two rounds in the best-of-five series.  Rufus served as the referee for the game.

“Okay, whomever wins this round will host the Zombie Mayhem tournament while the loser will have to chug a two-liter Diet Smarty-Mart cola bottle!” Ron replied.

“You're on, Stoppable!” Jamarcus grinned.

The two football team-mates both chanted at the same time.

“Rock, Paper, Scissors....Go!” Rufus squeaked in as well. Ron extended his hand for a paper motion and Jamarcus fashioned his hands for scissors.

“Scissors won, which means I won!” the star Mad Dog wide receiver chuckled.

“It's official!” Felix decreed. “We're going to have the Zombie Mayhem tournament at Jamarcus' house!”

“Good game, Jamarcus!” Ron replied, complimenting on his team-mate's victory.

“And you're just in luck, Felix.” Jamarcus added, “I recently bought the Z-Boy 2 and all four Zombie Mayhem games should be compatible with it!” “Boo- yah!” Ron exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. “I'll bring my controller along!” ______________________________________________________________________________

“I think the guys will have a good time.” Kim laughed.

“Yeah, it's a nice slight change of pace from the original dinner-and-a-movie date night with our respective Bfs.” Jessica agreed.

“It is.” Kim admitted, “Though I do hope Ron has a good birthday gift in store for me on the 11th.”

“Lemme guess...he gave you a bad gift last year?”  Tara asked.

“Ding-ding! You guessed right, Tara.” Kim sighed. “In addition to a Bueno Nacho Bueno Bucks book, he gave me a nose hair clipper.” “Ewww....” Jess replied with disgust.

“I so don't wanna know!” Tara agreed.

“Exactly on the gorch factor!” Kim said, “That's why I asked Ron earlier today to step up his A-game in gift-giving for me now that we are a couple.” “And how did he react?” Jessica asked.

“He said that he's all for it!” Kim replied, “We'll have to wait and see, though.”

[xo8ball]

OK OK OK FAVR SONG FROM EVERY FOB/MCR ALBUM (if I listed MV's too I'd be here all day :] )

FOB

TTTYG: Dead on Arrival (my grandpa likes this one so I like it too!!)

FUTCT:Dark Alley, or Get Busy Living!!

IOH: I'm Like a Lawyer, or G.I.N.A.S.F.S!!

Folie á Deux: Headfirst Slide, 27, or West Coast Smoker!

SRAR:,,,the entire album,,,

AB/AP: ...the entire album is such a fucking banger

MANIA: The Last of the Real Ones, HOLD ME TIGHT OR DONT, Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea

SM(F)S: THE ENTIRE ALBUM IS SUCH A FUCKING BANGERRRR AUGH

MCR

Bullets: Honey, This Mirror isnt big enough for the both of us, Our Lady of Sorrows, and vampires will never hurt you!!

Three Cheers:The Ghost of You, To The End, It's not a fashion statement, it's a deathwish (it's not on the actual thing but I love Desert Song)

Black Parade:This Is How I dissapear, Dead!, Mama

DD:TLOTFK: EVERY SINGLE SONG ON HERE FUCKS.

Conventional Weapons: Boy Division, Tommorows Money, The World is Ugly, AMBULANCE

Black Parade/Living With Ghosts:All The Angels, Emily, Not That Kind of Girl!!

(Sorry if this list is kinda long, I'm just normal about these albums :]]] )

you're on tumblr who is normal here :3 (positive)

granpa has taste me thinks!!!!! AND I GETTT ITT its so hard choosing from srar and abap theyre INSANELY cool <3 SMFS MY BELOVED THEY DID DROP A BOMB LIKE THAT AND PRETEND I WAS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT. NO IM NOT I'M BETTER THAN EVER

for mcr, YES desert song deserves that spot from here to the moon (and from the earth to the morgue) ALL THE ANGELS AND EMILY MY ULTRA BELOVEDDDDSSS <3 love that living with ghosts is there you just get it buddy

nows my turn heehaaa!

fob

tttyg : postcards specially has my whole heart, sounds so... TEENAGER. special mentions to : saturday, chicago, dead on arrival, and calm before the storm

futct : i definitely have a fave and it's XO can you see.... but as corny as it is, i love dance dance, and also nobody puts baby, 7 minutes, snitches and talkers, music or misery, and get busy! never gets old :]

ioh : SO HARD BECAUSE ITS BANGER AFTER BANGER ..... defo hum hallelujah because i love her so bad! golden too, carpal tunnel, fame > infamy, youre crashing, ive got this ringing, after life of the party and dont you know who i think i am :3 (DID I LIST ALL OF THEM IDK... LOL LMAO)

FOLIE... you cabt do this to meeee..... literally cant stop listening to the whole album its all good! but top top top Mega Top faves are headfirst slide, suitehearts, 27, what a catch, shipped gold standard and disloyal order, but cant pity 13 queens against eachother<3

ON SRAR ITS SO BAD FOR ME its really good but the mighty fall wins by far it just does it for me. ALSO I REALLY LIKE THEM ALL but tmf.. shes special

abap is crazy good and twin skeletons will always kill me as uma thurman dances on my dead body. cant choose too much, Novocaine, 4th of july and jet pack blues also are very <3 IRRESISTIBLE WINS MV CATEGORY HERE first time i saw it i almost frew up from laughing its so good for my humor

mania will be forever my close to first fave post hiatus! wilson expensive mistakes GETS IT and also sunshine riptide <3

on a special note : believers never die! dear future self and from now on we are enemies are ingrained so bad in me <3

for the newest addition in the family, smfs is a good album back to back! so good right now, i am my own muse, flu game, what a time to be alive and the title track are the ones i find myself singing the most, but i do like every single one!!

Well that's a lot! now for the vampires :3

bullets : this one album hits close! but early sunsets made a home in me, as well as drowning lessons, headfirst for halos, skylines and turnstiles and well demolovers too because!!

revenge : BOMB album will say that. every single song is SO good<3 i never told you will always be mine mine and forever mine! but i really like every single song in there, jetset life is good too, helena and ghost of you also win! oh no THEYRE ALL GOOD also best demo is i never told you. "covered in blood and piss" forever.

tbp is my second favorite album ever, the theatrics, the feeling, the instrumentality....... <3 i dont love you, the sharpest lives, mama and sleep go by far to be my adored most repeated ones, but cant really choose! mcr you put a curse on me

dd is AMAZING the comics are CRAZY GOOD it was the FIRST INTRODUCTION I HAD TO MCR whatever so cool so dancey so party <3 SING IS MY BABY GIRL NOBODY TOUCH HER everynyan hates her but i love her. save yourself, destroya, scarecrow are soooo good too.......... my baby girls

conwep IS MY girl she gets me. gun is the only one i dislike as i said but mdhfjejemwnwb <3333 so much love to her <33333 ambulance, surrender the night, burn bright, kiss the ring and make room! my babies

living w ghosts KILL ALL YOUR FRIENDS FOREVER <3 emily, my way thru home is you and all the angels get it<3

mention to foundations because i still cant heal and cope I LOVE FOUNDATIONS REALLY REALLY BADDDDDD SO MUCH WO M7CH IM SO PUMPED UP FOR MCR5 <3

oh thats longer now. OKAY ALRIGHT drop me your fave era or looks :3

[metalwint]

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[wastefulreverie]

stranger to fiction

Taking Creative Writing class was not Danny’s idea. Initially, Sam had pushed for them to take the class together Senior year because it was during a period they both had space for electives. So, on her word Danny signed up for Creative Writing.

Then first week of senior year, Sam switched from Calculus to AP Statistics and he was stuck in Creative Writing alone.

Most of the work was easy assignments. You didn’t have to be an expert writer, and it was definitely a breeze compared to Lancer’s Lit class. Hell, most of his classmates in Creative Writing were Freshmen. All except two other Seniors... Star Evans and Paulina Sanchez.

Danny’s week had been going fine until he was paired with Paulina for peer revisions for their short fiction story. Danny wasn’t too worried about Paulina reading his writing. It was a short horror piece about an astronaut slowly realizing that his copilots were not all human. In the end, though, it’s revealed that the copilots were all human and it was the astronaut who was the alien all along.

May or may not be inspired by events from Danny’s own life, but hey, no one had to know that much.

Danny opened his laptop opposite Paulina’s. She seemed fascinated with her nails, cubicles perfect as always, not bothering to look up at him.

He cleared his throat. “Your school email is your first initial, last name?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah. I’ll share my doc with you too.”

Danny jammed the refresh button until the new document appeared.

His heart dropped into his stomach.

Phantom Love: a Tale of Ghostly Romance

Oh, fuck him.

He couldn’t read this. No, wouldn’t read this.

Not if it was anywhere close to what he assumed it was.

Maybe once upon a time he had feelings for Paulina, back in Freshman year, but he’d long outgrown his crush on the Head Cheerleader. These days, she was more infatuated with him than him with her. Not that she’d know it. Given, all of her affections were to Phantom, not Fenton.

“Is there a problem?” Paulina raised a brow.

“N—no. Uh, I mean, isn’t it supposed to be a fiction story? Isn’t it like, against the rules to write about Phantom?”

“Well, this hasn’t happened so right now it’s fiction.”

Right now.

“I uh, alright.”

Hesitantly, he clicked on the document.

My name is Luciana Cortes, heiress to my mama’s fashion empire. I wouldn’t look it, but I’m not like other girls. Dark curly hair framing my face and pearlescent teal orbs that glow in the reflection of my phone. I’m outgoing at school and put on face to be like all the other girls, but that’s all a facade. The real me is a bashful, yet hopeless romantic. And I have a secret.

I’m in love with the Ghost Boy.

Danny almost snorted. In what world was that a secret?

The next few paragraphs gave some context, describing Phantom’s feats over his ghostly foes and how he fought to protect the people of ‘Harmony Park.’ Though, he could do with less physical description of his ghost form.

Phantom has wind-swept white hair that reminds me of pearls in the sand. His hair always seems to float, like he’s underwater, except he’s not. His skin is tan, tinted green like moss crawling up an old building, giving the impression that even though he’s a ghost, he’s still human all the same. His eyes are a lurid green that shine like emeralds under a lamp, shining no matter the direction you stare at them, seemingly luminescent themselves. His eyes have the depth of a planet, infinite, and I could stay lost in them for the rest of my life. His smile is tantalizing and makes me feel like I can fly too. And his build is thin, yet durable, a strong body that reminds me of the old pine trees by my estate that I’d lean against in winter. If I ran my hands across his chest, I’d imagine that his abs would be—

And that’s as far as Danny got reading before he had to switch tabs on his laptop and pretend he wasn’t blushing into his hand.

The plot of the story then progressed into Paulina—sorry, Luciana—winning Phantom’s affections with her kind heart. After a particularly bad ghost fight, she brought him back to her estate and patched him up. Apparently, Luciana learned how to do stitches watching her mother sew because she’s from a family of fashion designers or something. Then she and Phantom had a heart to heart, then later a mouth to mouth. Thankfully, it stopped at kissing or Danny might have accidentally frozen the inside of his laptop. It had only happened once, and even then Tucker had barely been able to save his computer.

Still, the story wasn’t finished.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” I told Phantom. He looked at me longingly and then frowned, depressed.

His green eyes dripped with disappointment. “I cannot do so, Luciana. I’m a ghost, and you’re a human. Such a thing is dangerous, and I don’t want to hurt you. Especially since...”

“Since?”

“One day you may die,” he told me gravely.

“Well, what if I become like you!” I suggested. “I want to be a ghost!”

Danny blinked, the words still on the screen. No. Paulina wouldn’t write the story in that direction, would she? She couldn’t think that was an option?

Several paragraphs later, Danny shut the laptop with a slam.

Phantom, my love, disapproved. But still, I knew that becoming like him was the only way to preserve, to immortalize our bond. Our love.

As Juliet once did, I brought the knife to my chest. A violent death would make a strong ghost, I’d heard the experts say. I hoped that in the afterlife, the beyond, I would find Phantom again.

The pain only lasted a moment and then I knew nothing.

“Woah, Fenton?” Paulina looked from Danny to his laptop. “You good?”

He couldn’t think straight. That wasn’t—that wasn’t what she thought, right? That death was just some spur-of-the-moment, painless decision? That death was some passive, romantic gesture?

Danny died once. It fucking hurt.

“Do you think death is a joke?”

Paulina froze. She looked like she was deciding if his question was a joke or not.

“Uh, no? Death is bad, duh. Luciana kills herself because it’s a story, though. Nothing deeper than that, Fenton. It’s just fiction.”

“Fiction about a real person. And you romanticize your character killing herself so she can be a ghost with him.”

“Yeah, and? It’s fiction, Fenton. It’s not like I’m going to do that.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Are you?”

“No! I’m not insane! I mean, yeah, it’d be nice to be with Phantom that way, but I’m not going to risk my life. Not until a few dates, of course.”

Before he could speak again, she cut him off. “I’m kidding! Kidding! That was a joke, jeez.”

“It’s just concerning when what you write is about a real person.” He thought about his own story, with the astronaut grappling with his own inhumanity. “Sometimes fiction isn’t that detached from reality.”

“Well,” Paulina tapped on the lid to his laptop, “sometimes it is. Sometimes fiction is just a story. Maybe other stories are more rooted in truth, but mine isn’t. It doesn’t need to be. I can get Phantom to love me without me being dead, excuse you.”

“Eh, you might be pushing your luck there. I’ve heard Phantom has higher standards.”

Her eyes widened. “What did you say to me, loser! Oh, you’re one to talk!”

He sure hoped that her story was only a story.

[mmvalentine]

Fifty-Six part 2 | Feysand

Smut-fest continues, if you're enjoying this go say happy birthday to @asteria-of-mars!

Part 1 Part 3

Chapter 2: Chafing a bit?

Rhys was right about one thing- the inner circle were already seated and half way through their breakfast when they got downstairs. At the couple’s arrival, everyone looked up and greeted them warmly. They took their usual seats opposite each other, and Rhys caught Feyre’s ankles between his under the table and winked at her.

Feyre settled in between Cassian and Mor, but when the former leaned his elbow on the table and looked at her with a goofy grin, Rhys’s lips thinned.

Alright there? she asked him.

Fine, was the terse and completely unconvincing reply.

You sure you’re ready to be around other people?

Yeah, he said. I’m fine.

“So,” Cassian said, his eyes sparkling. “Mates, huh?”

Feyre rolled her eyes. “Okay, I know all of you guys knew before I did.”

“We’re sorry,” Mor blurted. “We never meant to deceive you.”

Feyre softened. “I know,” she said. “It’s okay.” Mor grinned, and heaped muffins onto Feyre’s plate.

“Welcome to the family,” she said, and it was the best thing Feyre had ever heard.

“Congratulations, both of you,” Azriel chimed in, offering her a rare smile. Feyre beamed at him.

“We’re glad to have you,” Amren said quietly, and from her, it meant the world.

The whole time, Rhys kept his eyes on Feyre, and sipped his coffee.

“We missed you guys,” Feyre said affectionately.

“Oh you did not,” Mor smiled.

But Cassian said, “Especially me, right Feyre?” and Rhys snarled.

Everyone at the table stilled, and looked at the High Lord.

“Rhys,” Feyre said. “It’s okay.” Rhys locked eyes with her for a moment, and finally nodded once. Their friends continued eating, but kept flicking wary glances in his direction. Azriel cleared his throat.

“So, since you’re back Rhys, I was hoping to have a moment to discuss Jurian’s movements. My spies in the human realm have been keeping tabs on the human queens and-”

Azriel’s attempt at distraction was interrupted by another snarl, ripping from Rhys’s throat.

“What now?” Cassian hissed at him, dropping his roll to his plate.

“Would you mind keeping your great big ape-arms to yourself?” Rhys spat back at him.

“What are you talking about?”

“Every time you move, you’re in Feyre’s space.”

“Rhys,” Feyre warned. “He’s fine.” It’s just the bond, love, she said in his mind. You’re not jealous of your brothers, remember?

Rhys did not reply. Just stared Cassian down until he shuffled further away from Feyre. Which was not very far, since the table was only so long and he was hitting the outside leg already.

“Uh, so… the human realm…” Azriel tried again.

“What about it?” Rhys asked irritably. Mor shifted in her seat. Feyre wasn’t sure whether to try to soothe or reprimand Rhys, but as Azriel talked he did seem to calm down a little. Even made a few comments on his spymaster’s plans going forward, and Feyre relaxed enough that when Cassian asked her to pass the eggs, she didn’t think too much of it. But then when Cassian took the plate from her, their fingers brushed, and in the next second Rhys was exploding across the table.

Glasses spilled and fruit rolled, and the everyone jumped back as Rhys lunged with clawed fingers and feral eyes. Amren grabbed a hold of Mor and said “Right girlie, that’s our cue to leave.” Mor shot a sympathetic glance at Feyre, then they winnowed. Az took a step forward as if he might get in between his brothers, but then thought better of it and left, too. Cassian, his nose bloodied and with egg splattered over his chest, shoved Rhys off of him with a great heave.

“Alright, alright I’m going. You big bloody baby,” he said, and then stalked out the door.

“Rhys,” Feyre began, and his head whipped round to her, teeth still bared. She held her hands up. “Rhys please calm down,” she said.

“Like hell I will,” Rhys growled, and then he lifted her by the waist and set her on the table, pushing her back among the ruined plates and stray danishes. Feyre thought to protest, but there was still testosterone rolling of Rhys in waves, and although her brain did not exactly approve of what had just happened, her body was fast taking over and by the time his lips crashed against hers, she was wrapping her legs around him and clothes were torn from their bodies in shreds.

Rhys sent apologies round after the breakfast debacle, but also stubbornly refused to admit that the mating bond was getting the better of him.

“It was just too many people at once,” he said to Feyre, after she she had taken him back to their room to wash the jam off his chest. He was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, while she wiped at him with a washcloth.

“It was too soon,” Feyre argued, looking him over for missed debris.

“Maybe I’ll just have them round one at a time, for now,” Rhys went on. Feyre sighed, and rinsed out the cloth. “Okay your turn,” he said, pulling her down and switching places with her. Feyre handed him the little towel, but Rhys, surveying the mix of breakfast smears and lovebites decorating her torso, decided there were better ways of cleaning her up. He licked her from navel to chin, and there was no further discussion about visitors that day.

But the next day, Feyre answered the door to Azriel while Rhys was in the bath. She was surprised to see him, and Azriel, for his part, actually looked nervous. Feyre wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him nervous.

“High Lady,” the Shadowsinger greeted her, ducking his head.

“Azriel,” she said warmly, and grasped his hand in hers. Azriel’s eyes widened, and peered through the doorway behind her. Feyre laughed.

“Don’t worry, he’s upstairs,” Feyre said. Azriel smiled.

“One can never be too careful with new mating bonds,” he said. “And Rhys… well, Rhys has taken my head off for less. Granted, that was a long time ago, but I’m assuming he’s basically a hormone-addled eighteen-year-old again.”

“That’s probably a safe assumption,” Feyre agreed, and showed him in. "Rhys is expecting you?"

“Yes, he asked me to come. I’ll, ah, wait in the study,” Azriel said, and disappeared round the corner. Feyre headed back up the stairs, where Rhys was walking out of their room towelling his hair off. Still naked and steaming from the bath. Feyre’s eyes followed the contours of his abs.

“See something you like, Feyre darling?” Rhys grinned, disappearing the towel with magic.

“Ah…” Feyre stuttered, forgetting what she was supposed to tell him. Gods, he really was a beautiful male. Rhys’s smile turned feline as he stalked toward her. Feyre stepped back as he approached, still watching the muscles shift under his tattoos. He walked her back out to the landing, and leaned her against the bannister as he bent to circle his arms around her waist.

“Cat got your tongue?” he whispered. He was so incredibly warm around her, and Feyre let her head fall back as he kissed under her ear. She struggled to remember what she came to get Rhys for.

“Oh!” she put her hands on his biceps. “Azriel…”

Rhys’s head snapped up, and his eyes were ablaze.

“Azriel?” he demanded. Before she could explain, Rhys had spun her around so fast her hands caught the bannister as she fell forward. He yanked her hips back and threw the edge of her skirt up. “I don’t want to hear another male’s name on your lips, not now and not ever,” he growled in her ear. And then he smacked her lightly across the ass. “Okay?”

Feyre was going to laugh it off and explain, but then something unfurled in her chest. “Do that again,” she breathed.

“What?” Rhys asked, dangerously low. “This?” He smacked her again, a little harder this time. Feyre’s eyes went wide, and to her surprise, heat gathered between her legs. Rhys saw it all, and a very slow, very wicked grin spread across his face.

“Do you like to be spanked, my love?” he asked. Feyre didn’t know how to answer. Rhys pushed her underwear up to expose her backside, and smoothed his hand over it. And then landed a tight slap on her bare skin.

“Oh,” Feyre gasped, arching her back. Rhys pulled her hips back further, rubbing his now hard cock against her from behind. Feyre gripped the railing more tightly, and completely forgot about the spymaster in the study. “More,” she breathed.

“You want more?” Rhys echoed. He spanked her again, and she moaned. “Is this what you were looking for?” He pushed the rest of her skirt up her back and smacked the other side of her ass. “Is this why you’re being so cruel to me,” spank, “coming to me with another male’s name in your mouth,” spank, “looking for punishment?” He yanked her underwear down so it dropped around her ankles, and landed another three slaps, each harder than the one before. Feyre cried out again and again, and was getting so wet she knew he could smell her.

“Spread your legs, darling,” he instructed her. Feyre stepped out of her underwear and leaned her forearms against the bannister. Rhys spanked her again without warning and her eyes watered.

"Oh!"

“Wider,” he snarled. Feyre obeyed, widening her stance. Rhys rubbed his hands gently over her stinging skin, and then his cock was nudging at her entrance.

“Good girl,” he crooned, and then he spanked her one more time and when she yelled out he threaded his fingers through her hair and plunged inside her.

Rhys fucked her hard, bent over the railing, tugging her head back by the hair while his free hand worked her clit. The now sensitive and reddened skin of her ass bounced against the tops of his thighs, and when her knees started to buckle Rhys let go of her hair to wrap an arm around her waist to hold her up. Every physical sensation seemed heightened unbearably, and Feyre screamed as she came.

“Who’s name, Feyre?” he asked her. “Who’s name belongs in your mouth?”

“Yours,” she gasped between spasms.

“Say it,” Rhys bit out.

“Rhys,” Feyre said. “Rhys, Rhys, oh fuck, Rhys,” and the last one drawn out in a moan. The sound of it had Rhys coming hard as she was, and she didn’t come down until he had emptied himself inside her and his forehead was damp on her back. Feyre tried to move but felt like a new foal. Rhys laughed softly and carried her back to their room in his arms.

He lay her down very gently, and pulled the blanket over her before softly stroking her hair.

“I didn’t know that about you,” he said quietly.

“What?” Feyre asked, luxuriating in his wandering touch. A laughing edge came into his voice.

“That you were such a glutton for punishment.”

Feyre blushed, and Rhys pressed his lips to her forehead. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “Half the fun of being wicked is getting to take care of you afterward.” Feyre smiled.

“I like the sound of that,” she said.

“And I quite like teaching you not to talk about other males in front of me.”

Feyre’s eyes flew open. “Oh!” she said, sitting up. “I was supposed to tell you that Azriel is here and waiting for you in the study!”

They stared at each other for a second, and the burst out laughing. Feyre covered her face in her hands, suddenly remembering the wanton sounds she had been making minutes ago and how clearly Azriel must have heard them all. Rhys peppered kisses over her cheek, and jaw, and neck, and then rolled out of bed, pulling trousers on before going downstairs to see if the Shadowsinger had stuck around.

He had not.

****

Liz asked for spanking ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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[adam-banks2024]

Deja Vu

Part 1

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Kind of angst for now, backstory, arguments, and extremely slow burn. Also future poly

He’s insufferable

He’s arrogant. He’s rude. He’s annoying.

He is insufferable.

And I have to deal with him.

Of all the people Mrs. Moore could have partnered me with, she just had to choose him. It’s not like we even put a show on in public, and it’s sad but, everybody knows about the feud between us that started four years ago. 

I had just moved to town from three states over, and I didn’t know anyone my age. After a few weeks of summer went by of not knowing anyone, my dad convinced me to join the district’s hockey team. He told me that it was because he wanted me to make some friends, but I knew that he really just couldn’t afford to pay a babysitter. And my mother, well, she wasn’t in the picture. So I ended up having to go through the lost and found at six different ice rinks in Minnesota in order to get all of my equipment. At first, I was wary of the idea, but my dad said that it was kind of like shopping, so I agreed to go with him. Originally, we would have only had to search five rinks, but I couldn’t find any skates that were my size. After almost twelve hours of rummaging through sweaty pads and broken sticks, I had myself a full set of hockey gear.

Now I was on to the next challenge: How To Skate. I had been ice skating a couple of times before for birthday parties, but I’ve never been able to skate at the level that I had to in order to survive during an entire hockey game. I thought maybe it would just come to me naturally after attending a few practices. Until I did some research at the school library. Apparently, it takes a person at least two months to learn how to ice skate. But ignoring the negative, I decided to focus on the positive. ‘I could at least balance myself...and besides, I probably would be on the bench for every game...and just remember, you’re doing this for friends.’ These were the only three things that ran through my mind on the way to the ice rink. I was honestly terrified. I was scared that the other kids would make fun of me, or worse, ignore me. Well, maybe being made fun of is worse, but at least then they’d acknowledge me. I had to stop myself from thinking about that kinda stuff. I haven’t even attended a single hockey practice yet, and now I’ve added at least four more stressors into my life.

When my dad pulled up to the building, my stomach was tingling. My hands were clammy, and my eyebags had definitely seen better days. I wanted to run so fast away from this place, and not move at all at the same time.

“Nerves,” my dad said. He must’ve noticed from my frozen state in the backseat of his minivan. “You’ll do great! Just don’t break any bones.” He chuckled at the end in hopes that it would come off as a joke, but that is definitely not how it sounded.

To my surprise, I was the first kid that had arrived. I didn’t know much about the team, but I did know that most of the other kids had been on it since they were five or six years old. I was almost the exact opposite, thirteen and just starting. I wasn’t really sure why I was the first person to arrive, and it only added to my nervousness. 

I tried to brush it off as I saw someone outside in the parking lot leave a car holding a bag like you had. I could hear his muffled voice. “I’ll see you at six.” Whoever he was talking to must have responded because the boy spoke again, “yup, love you too.” A parent maybe. A mom? I could faintly make out a silhouette in the driver’s seat, but the glare from the sun blocked most of the car window.

Thank god someone else was here because at least now I knew that I was in the right place. But another problem arose. Now, different things were rushing through my head about what to say to the other boy. Should I make a joke, ask a question? Simply say ‘hello’? I didn’t know. So, I decided to settle on the most stupid thing anyone could ever say. 

“Are you on the hockey team?” What kind of question is that? He has a bag, this time is cut out specifically for hickey practice, and he has a hockey stick with him. Why else would he be here?

He looked up from where he was walking and stared at me awkwardly. It was likely that he wouldn’t have even noticed me if I hadn’t said anything to him. But I did. Which I regretted.

“Oh, um, yeah.” He went to keep on walking but he stopped himself quickly. “Are you?”

I had to keep a laugh in because the boy looked genuinely confused. Or maybe I misjudged that for concern. Still, though, it sounded a bit hopeful. This kid was really hard to read. Either way, I was pretty sure that he thought I couldn’t play hockey.

“Yeah. My dad made me join to make some friends.” 

Suddenly the boy’s demeanor changed. He seemed almost excited that there was a new kid on the team. “Well, I’ll be your first friend. My name’s Adam. Adam Banks. Walk and talk.” And then he started towards two big double doors.

My eyebrows rose at the sudden confidence, taken off guard, but at least he was being friendly. I adjusted your bags and followed right behind him. “So what’s it like here.”

He answered after struggling to open one of the doors, “Well it’s not so bad. It’s super cutthroat during the regular season but in the offseason, it’s pretty relaxed.” As I made myself around the outside of the rink, he kept rambling. “Especially during summer league. The kids who only play during that league have it nice. You’ll definitely survive.”

“Um, so what happens during the regular season?” The thought of angry yelling coaches wasn’t appealing to me, but I could make it work

Adam shrugged his bag up so it wouldn’t fall from his shoulder, “Well. Usually, coach yells at us, tells us that if we don’t win we’re failures, and everyone is constantly fighting to be a starter.” There was silence. “So that’s fun.” I just nodded my head, trying to take this all in. Adam didn’t say anything until he reached the locker room doors. Then he turned to me. “Yeah, but coach is a lot less lenient during summer because it doesn’t really matter for playoffs.”

I scoffed, “yeah, but I’ll eventually have to deal with him. Right?”

Adam’s expression flattened, “Wait, you’re doing winter league too?” He looked genuinely concerned, and now I was second-guessing joining hockey. If this boy didn’t think I could survive, then how could I? Even if I was just gonna sit on the bench, the way this kid was making it out to be was not sounding like the greatest way to make friends.

“Well, yeah. Is that bad?” I needed to hear him say it. Say that I should quit, or join dance, or something. Just so I could have an excuse to tell my dad in case the first day of practice goes awry.

He spoke fast, “Oh no, no. It’s just that--” 

“That I’m not good enough…”

He didn’t say anything. Harsh. I was just trying to make a joke but, I guess that’s what he was really thinking. We stood in silence for a few more seconds, and then he finally thought of something to respond with.

“No. I just feel like you’ll get hurt… and, um.”

I started to laugh. I applaud Adam for trying to make it seem like he didn’t think I was bad, but he just couldn’t do it. “Don’t sweat it, I know I’m gonna be bad.” He started to laugh with me. “Hey, at least I’ll get abs out of it.” 

He and I were actually pretty good friends for the most part. He was my first friend here in Minnesota. He taught me how to skate, and in turn, I offered him some sub-par jokes. He always used to laugh at my jokes even if they were awful. He was what I considered my best friend. He definitely wasn’t a best friend, I couldn’t confide in all of my secrets, and he couldn’t do the same to me, but Adam was the only kid I was friends with. We laughed hard, we fell on the ice together. He even told his mom that practices started to end later just so he could wait with me until my dad got off work and picked me up. 

Not long after we bonded, I hato the ducks. At the time, I didn’t know exactly what happened. All my dad said to me was something about how the coach wasn’t that nice, and that he didn’t want me on his team. I didn’t really care since hockey wasn’t something that I cared about too much. So I said goodbye to Adam and explained that I had to go. I didn’t say anything about the coach-not-liking-me part because then I thought he’d feel bad for me.

“Yeah, I’m supposed to switch teams too, but I think my dads’ gonna see if I can stay on the team.” He spoke almost as if he was trying to convince himself. I thought it was a great idea to tell him why he had to go to the ducks.

“They don’t want you, Adam. Maybe if you go to the ducks, you’ll get a coach who appreciates you.” I didn’t know what was wrong with what I said to him until about a year later, but by the time I finished my sentence, he was fuming.

The situation afterward was a blur, and I can’t remember what all was said. I just remember Adam touching on the fact how I’m an awful hockey player, and that he only talked to me because he felt sorry for me. Now, if my old coach had told me that I was awful at hockey, I’d be completely fine. I already knew that, and coach is just...coach. But hearing it come from Adam? It wasn’t like he was just telling me how it is, he wanted to hurt me.

It took me two weeks to stop thinking about the situation constantly, and then it started to fade away. I never even told him the real reason why I told him what I did, but now I have to work on a history project with him. How am I gonna do that if I can’t even tell him the reason for our quarrel that we had three years ago? Let alone complete a whole project?

“The syllabus will be given tomorrow, and the deadline for this project will be written under the ‘AP History’ bulletin. You may get to work.”

I slumped out of my desk and started putting away my things that were on the table attachment. During this, I tried to think of what I was going to say when I went over to him. I almost decided on either trying to make a truce or just acting like he didn’t exist.

He was slouched in his desk, pencil in hand, avoiding eye contact with me. As I sat down my stuff on an empty desk near him, his words startled me. “So, 50/50?”

I just stared at him. For some reason, my brain could not process what Adam had just said. It took a solid four seconds for me to respond. “I don’t understand.”

Adam’s eyebrows rose while his eyes rolled, “Of course you don’t.”

I scoffed, “What, you’re just gonna say some numbers and you think I’m gonna understand what you’re trying to say?”

He was leaning forward in his desk now, “Well you seemed to be doing well in calculus, so, yes.” A small, mocking smile was now gracing his face. 

I took in a deep breath to try and refrain from spewing whatever profanities came to mind. “Look, can we just set aside whatever this is so we can do this project?” He crossed his arms in response. “C’mon, I can’t afford to get a bad grade.” Still no response. If his goal was to ruin my life, he sure was on the right path. 

“What do I get out of it?”

The audacity.

“I’m just saying. I’ll be fine with one bad grade, so what exactly is the payoff for tolerating...you?”

So there was a shiny glimmer of hope, but it would definitely come at a cost. “Anything. Anything you want. Just please, tolerate me.”

He brought a hand to his chin, acting like he was pondering his choice, “but will it really be anything?”

“Oh my god, you are so annoying.”

“Watch it.” His voice was stern.

“Okay, okay. Sorry. But yes, anything. You name it.”

Did he even know what he wanted? Or was he just trying to play this out? Either way, I’m about to have a conniption if we don’t start working on this project soon.

We sat in silence for what felt like forever. Of course, Adam had to change his thinking position almost every second, until he decided on what he wanted. “Okay, here’s the deal. I help you get your precious little A, and you have to get me a date with Charlie.”

[lee-scribbles-and-doodles]

S3 ep5

Current emotional status: FEAR

Cthulu Max has been on the rampage for a whole week!?

Ew, the narrator

Oh man, are they sending the airforce after him?

I really like Cthulu Max's design

Momma Bosco 💗

Oh hey, Norrington and Papierwaite are alive.

Superball are you saying you tried to send the Maimtrons up Max's--

Also he's acting president while Max is... deposed of.

Superball is only giving Sam until 6am :(

Featherly!

"Wandering around the moleman tunnels is no fun without Max."

"You got it all wrong, we're trying to help Max." "We will help him... to a generous serving of ass whooping."

"That is one rabbit who will be multiplied... into 2,000 smoldering pieces."

Carol ran off with Blustet

"I only want her to be happy, is all." Aw, Curt

Superball just admitted to having separation anxiety from Max

Ok Momma can't come but Papierwaite and Norringron can.

I like Norrington :)

GASP

Is it?

It is!

SYBIL!!!!

RETURN OF THE QUEEN

Oh, she is very pregnant

She was a wizard at one point?

She's gonna help!

Superball there's no such thing as acceptable losses

Abe has his body back

"Four score and seven tons of raw power"

HE CAN FLY NOW!?

Sybil, I love you, but why did you mod someone else's car???

Grandpa Stinky I love you

Oh, he just handed us the recipe for once.

Asdfff the spore maxes swarming Grandpa

They stole Grandpa's hotdogs

"We must feed the host! Piglets and sphinkters make us stronger!" "We regret nothing!"

Grandpa hasn't slept in three years

Sam just casually taking the last of Grandpa's corndogs

The spores are trying to get it

Lol Sam slapped them

Sal's alive!

He's hiding from Sam :(

Lol we can control Cthulu Max with Corndogs

Ew, the cornstarch got mixed in with the giant puddle 🤢 Looks gross

Love how Sybil completely ignores the Flaming Max head

Also the look of disappointment on the spore's face made me laugh

Fifth trimester???

The way the one Max spore by Grandpa's truck is bobbing in circles with his mouth open is making me laugh.

Sam showing concern for Sybil because she’s preggers 🥺

Her being pregnant with Abe's child implies that statues have working genital in this universe

She put a weiner scented airfreshener in the desoto

At least Sam and a Max spore seem to like that (of course they do)

"Sybil you're the best!" Hell yeah she is!

Sam's mind went to the color bar codes to prevent being traumatized by Sybil's oversharing

We drowned the desoto

Asdfgh Sam just botched slapped one of the spores for trying to say "that's none of your damn buisness."

Ew, Max's spine is pointing out

Oh hey, Satan and Jurgen

Why is Jurgen wearing his old fashioned clothes instead of his emo clothes?

Lol Sam snuck into frame to shout "Go Mets! New York rules!"

"--besides it's just a good and noble thing to do." "You're not familiar with my previous work, are you?"

"Sam, what happened to you to make you so cynical?" Gee, Jurgen, I wonder what could have possibly happened.

Oh so the water tower counts as vegetable oil because Momma did something to it

Pfft we can replace Satan's microphone with a corndog

Omg they jumped off the building to avoid Max

Oh, they're fine, and the oil is in the giant puddle.

I'm thankful to Featherly for giving us an egg but I'd have preferred not to watch him lay it. Granted it was just in a cartoon way but he still made weird noises

Also TRANS FEATHERLY 2021

"I desperately wanted to see that, sir. Ask him if he'll lay another one."

Oh hey, the Flaming Max heads helped heat up the giant desoto corndog

Since I'm playing this in 2021 the Maimtron's song references are super dated, which defeats Superball's efforts

Oooh! A unique opening sequence???

Oh this music is jazzy af

Sam really doesn't like the Max spores

Sam how do you already know what Max's insides look like???

"Even when he's not a collasal monster Max's food comas can last for weeks."

Ok we wake Max up with the coffee beans, right?

Yup!

The gi Max spore is so sad he doesn't get to come 😢

"But I'm a horrible monster!"

"I suppose Max's brain always looks like a living room?" "Well, Max is host to all kinds of weird parasites, and he likes to he a good host!" WHAT

No really, this brings up so many questions about lagomorphs. Are they some kind of Symbiote or something?

And a previous episode confirmed Max is amphibious

Max has tumors!!!

It shocked Sam!

"Eugh! Get away fake Max!" "Do you find my warmth... alarming, Sam?"

"What do nightmares taste like, anyway?" "Pepsi"

Max wants to be author 💗

He also writes fanfiction about Flint 🤣

I'd unironically read his books.

Tina Belcher voice: Friend fiction

Max has an experimental fusion jazz band???

"He just killed a great white shark--"

Max being completely unable to describe a woman is very gay of him. Good for him.

Max's brain teleported everyone to different parts of the body.

Found Sybil in the gym/legs

The brain is broadcasting Sam's thoughts???

Sam couldn't think of a joke for the medicine balls :(

"Wow Max is looking pretty buff. Would it be too weird if I asked him to turn around?"

Sam! Stop thinking bad things about Sybil's pregnancy she can hear you you putz!

She's upset with him now

"Can you believe this guy?" "I find the entire situation to be very contrived and misogynistic." Same spore Max, same.

Sam stop being so mean omg!

"I changed Sybil, I totally get the whole parenthood thing now." "Really now?" "Tax deductions."

In Max's inventory now

Y'know, I never really thought about it as a storage house

Hit The Road reference :3

Baby roach hatched in

"Pa..papa?" "Now I am little champion, now I am!"

Max has a Maximus shrine

Sam turned into a roomba!

Aw, he named it Sam Jr 🥺

We won Sybil back through his love of Sam Jr

Found the conjoined twins

Huh, Max lost as eye. Does that mean he has a glass one, or do lagomorphs have regenerative abilities?

Pfft we have to play twister to control his arma

The brain is messing with things again

Oh, we need a roach to operate the game because of radiation

Well, let's kidnap Sal

Oh, poor Girl Stinky. She's really going through it

Aw, Sal feels bad

Sal?

Honey, are alright?

He's dying???

He's not immune to irradiation!?

Oh no, he's gone

I'm so sad 😞

Gotta pick up Sam Jr. Before I control Max

They mad Max do a magical girl pose

Ugh the narrator is back

Wait, what?

He's Max's brain??? SUPEREGO???

WHAT

"I was always ignored" Yo if my super ego was as pretentious as you I 'd ignore it too 😤

He wants to kill himself and Max???

I know Max had a self loathing complex but holy shit

The super ego is perfectly fine with destroying half the east coast what a jerk

Just noticed Sam's tie is red. Had no idea about this while drawing PI!Sam lol

We have to help Max get his memories back to use the ASTRO projector

Skunkapes has three Sam clones imprisoned

Sam had canon ocd?

Gasp Gordon???

No, it's Sammun Mak

I love him, little child tyrant

Just make him a mobile brain in a jar and let Sam and Max adopt him

Why is Grandpa here?

He isn't talking like Stinky

Too polite

Sam sees it too

He's a space gorilla

They switched brains?

Found the cloning g chamber

Let's go to Momma's first

CONE OF SHAME CONE OF SHAME CONE OF SHAME

Superball is "wracked with guilt"

"Keep it together Superball. Sam will be able to save the day. He always does."

Ok, let's go to the cloning facility

I'm still thinking about poor Sal yo

FLIIIIIINT!

He's punching space apes!

Girl Stinky really playing up the evil Mistress role

The doggleganger has a bomb on him!!!

Wait so Girl really is a mermaid??? I thought that was just her aestetic

God I love Flint

Haha we tricked Skunkape with scooby doo villain tactics

Got the robot

Her water broke... and it was pennies

Max wants to save Sybil! 😭🥺💕

Super Ego is here

Oh now he wants to save Max

The only thing here are those records

Super Ego waved goodbye

Cthulu Max is cute when he cries

Wait What?

His head is on fire!

The maimtron hit him!

He waved goodbye... and teleported away.

He exploaded!!!!

He promised he'd take Sam with him and he didn't!!!!

AAAAAAH

I thought the dead Max thing was popular angst fanon fic thingy!

We're cloning Max?

It didn't work 😭😭😭😭😭

Superball ran off crying

Oh God the credits are just Sam walking sadly what the hell

He's not even stopping to fight any crime 😢

💔💔💔

God the way he's clinging to himself

What?

The elevator???

MAAAAX

he's back???

Past Max???

He blew his Sam up???

Wait hold on I'm glad they're together again but this doesn't fix anything

There's so much trauma from this season

All the horrible things that happened during 301-304 happened in like 3 days tops, then Sam had to deal with Max being a monster for a week before watching him die!

And the new (?) Max had BLOW HIS SAM UP!!!

And they left the franchise like that for a decade????

What the hell?

I want to be happy but this shit is going to consume my brain for the next week at least what the hell

Aaaaaaah!

Like maybe they really do just brush it off but it feels unlikely

I know Max has a connection with his other selves so it'll be easier for him to adjust but certainly Sam is going to notice the discrepancies since he doesn't get the same deal

Someone told me there were multiple endings hold on

Aw, they walked off into the sunrise together

But still

AAAAAAAAH

[typhoidmeri]

so give me coffee and tv

“You could always run away with me,” Abe says. He’s squinting at her as he cleans the spotless lenses of his glasses. “Be my muse, my ingenue, hmmm?”

“As nice as the offer is imma say no, old man.”

“You wound me, my dear. Did I ever mention how great a breakfast I make?”

“An almond croissant stolen under the Grape Ape Duo’s noses does not a breakfast make.”

“I believe it is what you Americans call a continental breakfast. And it is not theft. Our dear Clinton owes me.”

“And Kate?” Darcy asks. Tearing the croissant in to pieces she glances over towards the counter. Clint is balancing a cup on a fingertip while Kate is dealing with a customer. The customer must be being an asshole for the smile on Kate’s face is beginning to crack around the edges.

“That, my darling Darcy, is a secret well kept,” Abe says tapping the side of head. “Perhaps you are only immune to my charms because your heart belongs to another, hmmm?”

Abe tilts his head towards the door of the coffee shop as the bell tinkles merrily as Steve pushes it open and ushers his daughter Penelope in. The little girl bustles in as far as Luca’s bed on the floor along the wall beside the weirdly old fashioned heater.

Steve smiles and scans the coffee shop, his eyes stopping on Darcy. She’s too far across the room to see the sparkle in his blue eyes but the smile on his lips stretches wider in his stupidly handsome bearded face. A ripple of heat rises in Darcy’s cheeks and her belly gives an unsolicited flip as she raises her hand in an awkward wave. “I don’t know what the flux you are talking about.”

“Neither does he. Not yet anyway.”

…..

“I hate you,” Darcy hisses to Steve as Pen runs off to her room for a hairbrush and sparkly hair clips.

“What did I do?” Steve asks innocently.

“A little warning about the honey badgers at the school gate.”

“Er,” Steve murmurs hands flailing until he settles them in his hips.

“What happened?”

“Besides the catty remarks about me being your fuc....functioning toy/nanny?” Darcy says smiling brightly as Pen clatters down the hall.

“What!?”

“Don’t worry I told them you were just having a midlife crisis,” she says.

“I...what? I’m only thirty-two. That’s not middle aged!”

“That’s the bit that sticks with you? Not the bit where the school moms practically murdered me for daring to pick up your kid?”

“Okay, Darcy, I got the stuff to make your hair pretty,” Pen shouts.

“One minute, Pen.”

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry, Darc, I didn’t really think.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t say anything. Really I was too afraid they would take me down like an injured gazelle at the watering hole. Dude, they must try to eat you alive.”

“You have no idea.....do you really think I look middle aged?”

“You’re fine, Steve. You’re still hot. DILF status affirmed.”

“Daddy, what’s a diff?”

“Er, a difference of opinion,” Steve says after several heartbeats.

“Grownups talk weird,” Pen grumbles, wrinkling her button nose.

….

“Look, Abe, I got Star of the Week,” Penelope shouts, weaving through the tables of the coffee shop. She barely stops herself from tripping over Luca, Abe’s little French Bulldog as she waves a certificate in Abraham’s face. Steve winces as he closes the door behind him a bemused smile on his face as his daughter’s enthusiasm.

“Star of the Week, hmmm? Let me see, little miss Pen,” Abe says. He plucks the paper from Penelope’s hand and adjusts the glasses perched on his nose. “This certificate here says one Penelope Rogers is Star of the Week.”

“That’s me,” Pen says. Pointing at her chest where a shiny red star sticker sits beside a splash of green paint.

“Are you sure?”

“Yup, it’s me. Daddy says we can have pizza for dinner to celebrate.”

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

“You know what I hear goes best before pizza?” Erskein asks patting down the pockets of his vintage tweed jacket.

“Daddy says it’s salad,” Pen says wrinkling her nose. The girl drops down to her knees to give Luca a hug and scritches behind his ears. The little dog wiggles his rump and gives Penelope a slobbery kiss.

“Ice cream,” Abe says, pulling a wallet from his breast pocket.

“I love ice cream.”

“As you should. Do you know who else loves ice cream?”

“Everyone but Sam. Sam’s got lack toes and isn’t supposed to have cow’s milk. Not even macaroni cheese.”

“I was thinking Miss Darcy might like an ice cream too.”

“Oh, yes. Imma go ask Darcy right now,” Pen blurts out. With a little giggle the girl skips across the cafe to where Darcy is enthroned on her favourite corner table. A pen between her plush pink lips and another tucked into a messy bun.

Steve sighs, watching his daughter launch herself at Darcy. “I know what you’re doing, old man.”

“I’m not up to anything, Steven, I’m just treating my goddaughter to a treat.” Abe stuffs a folded bill into Steve’s hand with a fond pat. “Now off with you. I have a cafe to run and you have ice cream to get with Miss Penelope and the girl of your not so innocent dreams,” Abraham says with a sly smile and the snap of a newspaper.

“Abe.”

“Hurry now. Out of my hair before I decide to seduce the girl myself.”

…..

“Are you busy Friday night,” Steve asks as he wipes down the spotless counter in the shop.

“Ha,” Darcy snorts, “that’s cute you think I have a life beyond studying and staring at bits of code. What time?”

“Seven, seven thirty?”

“No problem.”

“I’ll pick you up.”

“Why?” Darcy asks, wrinkling her nose in confusion. Her place was only two long and three short blocks away.

“To go out?”

“No, I get that you’re going out. I’m not far away. I’ll just walk over to yours to watch Pen.”

“Pen won’t be there. She’s staying at Ma’s Friday night.”

“Then why do you need me to babysit?”

“Because I’m not asking you to babysit. I’m asking you out,” Steve says. He nervously runs a hand through his hair.

“Oh..”

“On a date.”

“Oh...”

“You wanna buy a consonant?”

“What?”

“Nevermind.”

“You...you’re asking me out on a date. A date date?”

“Yes, I did.”

“You want...”

“To take you out to dinner. Yes.”

“Yes,” Darcy says. A slow smile spreads across Steve’s face and a storm of butterflies swarm in her belly and a flush of warmth ripples down her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

...

Happy birthday, @aenariasbookshelf

This little stitched together ficlet took a year to get posted. There is more in my head, but words are hard to line up when you brain refuses to play ball. Title from ‘coffee & tv’ by blur. I’ll pop the ficlet up on ao3 tomorrow when I might be more awake. I hope.

[leossmoonn]

chemistry part nine

part eight | part ten | masterlist

zuko x fem!reader

avatar: the last airbender

includes - you, zuko, suki, katara, toph, sokka, and aang

special appearances by - iroh and azula

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“hey, y/n!” 

you looked up, smiling immediately once seeing zuko walking towards you. you gave him a small wave, not wanting to make lots of noise in the library. zuko walked over towards you and took a seat next to you.

“hi,” you smiled. “you didn’t have to come over here and uh, you know, do an un-scheduled tutoring session.”

“no, no it’s okay. plus, this is more like a, um, study date,” zuko said, putting more stress on the last word.

your eyes went a little wide, but your smile got bigger. “right, yeah, that’s cool.”

zuko smiled with you. “yeah... so uh, what’re you working on?”

“just some good ‘ol chem,” you said. 

“oh, nice. what else have you done?” he asked. 

“well, i did an hour of psych. two hours of AP lit and english, like 45 mins of history- history is easy, and now i’m doing chem. after them i’m gonna do math,” you explained. 

“wow, sounds like you’re set for almost everything,” zuko said. 

“yeah,” you sighed. “i’ve been here for like, 5 hours. i can not wait until christmas break!” you exclaimed. 

“me, neither. so, what are you working on for chem?” zuko asked. 

“just reviewing. i actually understand all this stuff, thanks to you,” you chuckled.

“it’s not a problem. i’m glad you understand more. makes me look like a good teacher,” zuko said. 

“trust me, you are,” you chuckled. 

“i brought some stuff for me to work on, too. i have this essay outline to do,” zuko said, pulling out his laptop. “oh, and i brought snacks.”

your eyes widened and you turned to him. “snacks? oh, my god. you are THE BEST. ugh, i love you.”

zuko went silent immediately. you looked at him with confusion, but soon realized that what you said was what made him quiet. you both started blushing profusely, avoiding eye contact with each other. you even went as far as to scoot your chair away from him a little. 

zuko had to bite back a smile after repeating your words in his head. he went to get the couple bags of chips and candy bars he brought and putting them onto the table. 

you both reached for a bag of Lays, both of you pulling your hands away. 

“sorry, go ahead,” you mumbled, grabbing a Snickers bar. 

“oh, are you sure?” zuko asked. 

“yeah,” you nodded, not wanting to look at him, knowing your face would just end up more red than it already was. 

“alright,” he said. 

you hummed, getting back to studying. you two studied in silence for about an hour before you let out a long, distressed sigh. 

“what’s wrong?” zuko asked. 

“i’m just really tired and hungry for real food. god, it’s already like, 6,” you groaned, putting your hand in your hair, pulling slightly.

“are you good at math?” zuko asked.

you looked at him for the first time since he got here. you had actually missed looking at him. he was so easy on the eyes.

“yeah, actually. why?” you asked. 

“well, why don’t we get dinner and go back to your place. you can rest for the day, then start back up tomorrow.” zuko suggested. 

you smiled and nodded, “yes! oh, that is a great idea!”

“great!” zuko smiled. “where do you want to go?” 

“um well, i don’t want fast food. maybe like, the middle ring?” you asked. 

“yeah, that sounds good,” zuko said. 

“awesome! well uh, i kind of walked here, so do you mind if you drive us?” you asked. 

“no problem,” zuko said. 

“great, thanks,” you said. you both packed your stuff, going out of the library and to zuko’s car. you set your things in the backseat, going to the passenger’s. you sat down, buckling yourself in.

“so, you walked here?” zuko asked, pulling out of the parking lot. 

“yeah. i like to go on walks in the mornings, when i can. the library is about a mile away from my apartment, so i take advantage of it a lot,” you answered. 

“nice. sounds fun. i like working out, too,” zuko said. 

“it is. i like the fresh air, especially with the crisp air that the morning brings. i wouldn’t call it working out, though,” you shrugged. 

“what would you call it then?” zuko looked at you, brows raised. 

“um... a relaxing time alone?” you giggled. “i guess it is working out.”

zuko smiled at your laugh, the sound making his heart flutter. 

“so, you said you like working out, too. what do you do?” you asked. your eyes couldn’t help but travel from his face to his bicep. he had a fair amount of muscle there, which led you to believe he worked out a lot, and to that he also probably had abs. it gave you butterflies just by thinking about it.

“uh, i go to the gym. run, lift weights, all that good stuff. i did track and basketball in high school, so i try to keep up the work and stuff,” zuko said.

“wow, you’re a real athlete, huh?’ you teased.

“kind of, i guess,” zuko blushed. 

you smiled shyly as you notice zuko’s cheeks glowing pink. he parked the car and you two got out of the car.

“table for two please,” zuko said to the waiter who came up to you after you entered the restaurant. 

the waiter nodded, leading you to your seats. you sat down, grabbing a menu that was on the table. 

“do you guys want to get started with drinks?” the waiter asked. 

“sure. i’ll take some tea, please,” you ordered. 

“alright. and for you, sir?” 

“i’ll take some tea, too,” zuko said. “alright, i’ll be back with your drinks,” the waiter said and walked off. 

“what are you thinking of getting?” zuko asked. 

“um, i was thinking some bean-curd puffs for an appetizer that we could share, and some dao bao dumplings and, oh! some egg custard tarts. ugh, they are so good!” you exclaimed. (a/n - no but fr egg custard tarts are *chef’s kiss* a delight)

zuko smiled at your enthusiasm. “i love egg custard tarts, too.”

“you have the best taste. so, what are you getting?” you asked. 

“um, i want some of noodle soup and unfried dough,” zuko said. 

“hm, yum. do you want to share the bean-curd puffs?” you asked. 

“yeah, sure,” zuko nodded. 

your waiter came back, setting your tea down. 

“do you guys know what you want?” he asked. 

“yep,” zuko nodded. “i’ll take the noodle soup and unfried dough, please.”

the waiter nodded and looked to you. “and for the pretty lady.”

zuko’s eyes widened as the waiter took your order. you didn’t notice, but zuko was glaring at the waiter, clenching his jaw. he didn’t like the thought of other guys calling you pretty. 

“alright, well, i’ll get your food out soon,” the waiter smiled at you. 

you smiled back and the waiter walked away. zuko glared at the waiter’s retreating figure. you did notice this time, smiling a little. 

“zuko?”

your voice made zuko look away from the waiter, and to you. 

“yeah?”

“why were you glaring at the waiter?” you asked. 

“oh. no reason,” zuko shrugged, looking down at his tea. 

you smiled, “you sure? you looked a little, uh, jealous.” you sipped your tea.

“i’m not jealous,” zuko muttered. 

“you sure?” you giggled. 

zuko looked at you, the tips of his ears going pink. “i... yeah, maybe i’m a little jealous,” he admitted. he sipped his tea to try and hide his embarrassment. 

“why?” you genuinely asked. 

“oh um... he called you pretty,” zuko shrugged. 

you smirked. “what do you mean? other guys can’t call me pretty?”

zuko’s eyes widened. “no! i, uh... well-”

“i’m kidding, zuko,” you chuckled. 

“oh,” zuko laughed a little. “well um, yes you are pretty, but...”

your eyes widened a little. you were taken quite aback. you opened your mouth to say something, but your throat went dry and your mind went blank. 

“what?” zuko asked. now it was his turn to tease. 

you swallowed hard, taking a sip of your tea. “i just um... you think i am?” you looked right at him, with big, innocent eyes. 

zuko looked back into your eyes, nodding slowly. “yeah, i do.”

your lips upturned into a smile quickly, grinning from ear-to-ear. you looked down shyly at the table, your eyes flicking up to zuko’s. 

zuko could’t help but admire you as you looked up at him through your lashes. you really were pretty. he thought you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, actually. 

“thank you,” you said, shifting in your seat. 

“you’re welcome,” he said, giving you a big smile.

the waiter came back with a huge tray of food. 

you did a little happy dance and clapped a little. zuko chuckled at your response, thinking it was cute. 

“enjoy your food. make sure to check your napkin,” the waiter winked at you. 

you furrowed your brows, lifting up the napkin that the waiter gave you. your eyes widened and you awkwardly chuckled. 

it read: My name is Hao. Here’s my number: ***-***-****

“i have a boyfriend,” you said, handing hao the napkin. 

“oh, who?” hao asked. 

you put your hand on zuko’s, who was gripping the table hard. you could see his knuckles turning white. you hoped your touch would relax him.

“this is my boyfriend, zuko,” you smiled. 

zuko’s hand relaxed instantly at your touch, to you delight, but also your words. he looked at you, slightly confused. you looked at him, silently begging him to play along. zuko got the hint and interlocked your fingers, smiling at hao. 

“yeah, i am. i’d appreciate it if you didn’t hit on my girlfriend,” zuko said sternly, smiling politely at hao. 

your heart fluttered as he called you his girlfriend. even though this was just for right now, you hoped that your relationship would eventually take a romantic turn. 

hao looked between you and zuko, taking the napkin from your hands. “sorry. enjoy your food.”

“thanks,” you smiled. once hao left, you turned to zuko, smiling. 

“thank you,” you said to zuko. 

“of course. that was smart.saying we were dating,” zuko said. 

“i know, i’m a fast-thinker,” you chuckled.

your eyes wandered to your hands, which were still interlocked. you pulled your hand away, but zuko grabbed your hand and pulled it back gently. 

your eyes snapped up to his, asking for an answer. 

“i just um... your hands fit with mine nicely,” zuko caught awkwardly. 

you grinned, “yeah, i agree.”

you two ate in silence, your hands staying interlocked the whole time. a different waiter gave you your bill, to which you pulled back your hand, taking out your wallet. 

“here, oh-” zuko cut himself off, seeing you with your credit card out, him doing the same. 

“oh, um. split the bill?” you asked. 

“no, no, let me pay. i was the one who suggested going out,” zuko said. 

“i... no i insist. it was a lot of food, let me pay, too,” you said. 

“no, i insist,” zuko said. 

you looked at him, smiling and putting away your card. “alright. well, next time we go out, i’ll pay.”

zuko nodded and smiled, “deal.” he handed the waiter his credit card. the waiter scanned his card and had him sign the bill, then you two were good to go. 

you two left and went to his car. you checked the time. it was 8:30. 

“do you um... do you want to go to my place and hang out a little? or are you tired?” you asked. 

“i can hang out. if you want me too,” zuko said. 

you smiled, “yeah, sure. we can watch a movie or something.”

zuko nodded, “alright. let’s go to your place, then.”

“great,” you said. 

as zuko drove you to your apartment, you put your hand on his, which was resting on the gear gift. zuko smiled widely, liking how close you to have become. zuko arrived at your apartment. you two went inside, both stunned to see the rest of your friends. 

“hey, guys,” you said shyly.

they all looked up at you two with big smiles. 

“so, are you two dating yet?” sokka asked. 

your eyes widened. “sokka, shut up!”

“why don’t we give them some alone time, alright?” suki asked, standing up from the couch. 

“yeah, good idea,” katara smiled. 

katara and suki led their boyfriends to their rooms, leaving the living room to you and zuko. 

“um,” you laughed nervously. “make yourself at home.”

zuko nodded and took off his shoes. he went on the love seat that suki and sokka usually sat on. you went over and grabbed the remote, then sitting next to zuko. 

“what’re you in the mood for?” you asked, turning on the tv. 

“um, anything,” zuko shrugged. 

“alright. wanna watch Dumbo?” you asked. “sure,” zuko smiled. 

“can you get a blanket? i’m cold,” you said. zuko nodded, reaching over to the big couch and grabbing a blanket. he draped it over you two, cuddling up with you. 

you started the movie, putting your head on his shoulder and pressing yourself more against him. zuko silently put him arm around you, settling his hand on your thigh. your heart raced and your body started to get warm and sweat. you’d never been this close to him, but you couldn’t deny, you loved the close contact. 

halfway into the movie, you two had managed to fall asleep. you both were positioned to where you were basically in his lap, curled against his chest, and zuko had his arms around you, holding you close and his head resting on yours. 

luckily, katara and aang went outside her room to get some food, when they both noticed you. katara and aang squealed quietly. aang took out his phone quickly, taking a picture, while katara took out her phone and went onto twitter.

note - hehe i love to get you guys waiting :) hope you guys read and enjoy this as new parts are added! if you wanna be on the taglist, message me and/or reply to this post :))

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ARCHIE ANDREWS X READER

Big Little Town: Part Four

a/n: so happy to be back on this series -- also -- first chapter at rdh! prepare for a world of pain, hehe. don’t forget to ask to join our tag list! x

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. . . 

First day of school. Again. Except this time the girl was going to put forward her best foot, as she had no intention of letting her troubled past or awfully introverted persona be the talk of the school. When she awoke that morning her alarm had yet to go off, for her nerves alone brought her stinging eyes open. She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling and listening to the thrum of her heart until her alarm rang, at which point she coolly turned it off and sat up with an extended sigh. The girl flipped on a lamp switch and headed for the shower, scrubbed herself three times over, washed and curled her hair, and grabbed the outfit she’d hung the night before. To make sure it was suitable for a first day at Riverdale High she’d sent a message to Betty for help, at which point Betty re-directed her to Veronica, at which point Veronica, appalled by her choice of jeans and a plain shirt, fixed the girl up with something better.

Standing in front of the mirror, the girl gave a long sigh and fluffed up her hair with the tips of her fingers. She wore a satin rosy crop top with thin straps that clutched tightly to her skin, a short black skirt that swirled around her hips, and some tannish ankle high boots with thickly chunked heels. This was certainly far classier than she normally would’ve gone for school, but first impressions were apparently important as ever at Riverdale. The girl caught herself scowling at her reflection, at which point she leaned forward, topped up her sheer lip gloss, and practiced smiling… literally. After giving up shortly after, she resumed her scowl, picked up her black leather backpack, and went to open her thin white curtains. As she did so, none other than Archie Andrews caught her eye.

He was wearing only boxers and a pair of black jeans, leaving his completely exposed chest open to the glittering sunbeams that seeped into his room. He’d let out a huge yawn, one hand running through his auburn locks, and his eyes were adorably sleepy. The girl felt a lump grow in her throat when her eyes caught sight of the not-so-subtle six pack Archie was sporting, one that was deathly attractive and connected sharply to the prominent V shape that connected from his hips to his-- well--

Archie, locking eyes with her, went still. His eyes seemed to glaze over the same exact way hers surely had done when she looked at him. Both of them just kind of stood there for a good few seconds, like deer in the headlights, absorbing one another. Then the girl, awkwardly shooting her gaze from his abs and to the ceiling with a forced fake cough, turned and bolted from her room. Archie, seeing this, fumbled to grab his dark blue Riverdale hoodie, and pulled it over his head as he too went stumbling away. The girl met her mother on the stairs, insisting they leave now, and went speedily out the front door to avoid making further contact with Archie after that embarrassing incident. But they hadn’t made it two feet onto the grass before Archie came jogging out to meet them.

“Mrs. (Y/L/N)!’ he called, panting and giving a jovial wave and smile.

The girl’s mother smiled sleepily, “good morning Archie.”

“Morning,” he said through a short breath, stopping to meet the two in the middle of the lawn.

The morning dew settled on the girl’s shoes, as she dug her heel nervously into the ground and pursed her lips into one of her fake smiles and grumbled a hello.

“Mrs. (Y/L/N),” he said again, slinging his bag over his shoulders, “I was wondering if I could take your daughter to school, since it’s her first day.”

Please say no.

Her mother raised her brows with a smile, “that sounds lovely, actually. My work is on the other side of town so it’d be a big help.”

Fuck.

“Doesn’t that sound lovely?” her mother elbowed her with a very obvious wink.

The girl widened her eyes in horror and her mother’s indiscretion, to which Archie, completely obliviously, beamed.

“Right,” the girl laughed uncomfortably, raising her eyes to Archie’s big brown one’s.

And he looked so excited that she couldn’t help but soften, giving him a genuine smile, “it does.”

“Great,” Archie nodded, giving her mother a squeeze, “have a great day at work ma’am.”

“Thank you Archie,” her mother cooed.

As the girl followed Archie, she threw a glance over at her mother, who raised two giant thumbs up, making the girl go beet red as she tried desperately to get away faster.

Archie went ahead, unlocking his truck and opening the girl’s door for her with a happy little grin. She climbed in, sighing with nerves as Archie entered beside her and brought his truck roaring to life. But before he pulled out, he turned to look at her, his eyes flashing with like.

“You look really nice,” he said, clearing his throat and giving her a timid smile.

She felt herself stiffen, “thanks, Archie. So do you.”

At this Archie glanced down at his own clothes, checking himself out skeptically like she must be unaware of what she’d just said. But she’d meant it. Only Archie Andrews could make a hoodie and jeans look that flattering.

“Thanks?” he raised his brows with a chuckle. The girl just let out an airy laugh and turned her eyes to the road as he pulled his car back and made way down the scenic road. They didn’t talk much on the way to school. The churning in her stomach made her too nervous to. But Archie didn’t force it, he just kept his eyes forward with contently upturned lips. It looked like he was keeping on his promise to look out for her after all.

. . .

The halls were packed at the school. Blue lockers were thrown open and swarmed by students of all sorts, most of whom seemed to be completely familiar with one another. It was for that reason that it was unsurprising to see them collectively taking second looks when they realized there was fresh meat walking down the hallway, accompanied by Archie himself. At times when she’d been jostled she’d wanted to reach for his arm, but resisted the ridiculous urge by folding her arms tight over her chest. Soon thereafter she saw a blonde ponytail bouncing down the hall.

“(Y/N),” Betty beamed, “I see you had a chat with V.”

Betty herself wore a pink sweater with little polka dots, tucked neatly into her skinny blue jeans. It was weirdly suited for her.

“You look great,” she elaborated. Then, turning, she said, “here’s your locker, it’s near mine.”

Betty brought the girl to the locker located to the right of her own, whispering, “I made sure they gave you this one.”

“Thanks,” the girl smiled bashfully, unloading her schoolbooks into the locker by her new friend.

Archie stayed quiet the whole time, leaning lazily onto the next locker down as he surveyed the two.

“If you get lost at lunch just look for me and Jug. Oh, and we have AP Gov together by the way,” Betty continued on, handing the girl her schedule which was neatly printed onto a crisp white sheet of paper. “And Psychology!”

“Great,” the girl said, feeling a little overwhelmed.

Archie pried the paper from her hands, noting, “my first period is with you.”

An unfamiliar voice chimed in, “mine too.”

The girl brought her eyes slowly up to look behind Archie’s shoulder, where a fiery redheaded girl stood.

“Cheryl Blossom,” the girl extended her perfectly manicured hand.

Her long red hair fell perfectly around her pale face and perfect features, and her bright red lips bent upwards into a smile as she stepped confidently forward. The girl felt instantly intimidated.

“(Y/N)(Y/L/N),” she replied, extending a nervous hand in return.

Cheryl shook it firmly, “I know. Well, I know of you.”

The girl raised a confused brow, to which Cheryl leaned forward, whispering, “you’re not the only Riverdale nutcase around.”

She felt her heart drop.

“Don’t ask,” Cheryl cut her off before she could open her mouth, “I know everything about everyone. But don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me, new girl.”

Archie and Betty, who were just close enough to hear her whisperings, exchanged confused glances. But Cheryl just smiled and pulled away, patting at her red dress with a clear of her throat.

“Anyways,” she said, loudly this time. “I’m having a seniors only party this Friday, you know, to kick off the school year, and I hope to see you there. Until then, first period,” she winked and gracefully swept away, leaving the girl with an opened mouth and glazed eyes, which were interrupted only by the sound of the bell.

Betty, bewildered as ever, said her goodbyes, Archie looking similarly confused as he escorted the still dazed girl into a nearby classroom where she’d be studying-- literature-- according to the whiteboard her eyes landed upon. The boy took a seat near the back, hitting off a fellow classmate so the girl could sit beside him. This fellow classmate looked displeased until he saw what, or who rather, this was for.

He was tall with jet black hair that was slicker perfectly atop his head, minus a loose stray dangling in front of his dark eyes, He wore a Riverdale jersey and a kind of permanent smolder, and he extended a hand to the girl as she sunk into her seat.

“And who might this be?”

“(Y/N),” the girl responded as the room’s lights and sounds came back into focus, her eyes now preoccupied with the rather attractive boy who towered over her.

She took the boy’s firm hand, to which he smirked a “Reggie” in reply. “You didn’t tell me the new girl was hot,” Reggie said quite loudly to Archie as he continued shaking her hand, to which the both of them grew red.

“Shut up Reggie,” they said in unison, making the boy snicker.

He beamed, flickering his finger between the both of them, “that’s funny. You two are funny.”

“Take a seat, mister Mantle,” a stern female voice said from the front of the classroom.

Reggie, obeying the teacher, scoffed and took his seat in front of (Y/N), keeping his eyes lingering on her for a second longer than comfortable. He soon after procured a notebook, tore a sheet out, and began jotting away with a stray pen. As the teacher gave her introductions, Reggie leaned back and stretched over his head, dropping the paper onto the girl’s desk. Baffled, she unfolded it.

Want a date to Cheryl’s?

The girl felt herself grow warm in surprise. Clearly this boy got straight to the point with things, she thought. As she picked up her own pen she saw Archie leaning not so subtly over to get a look at the paper, at which she chuckled softly and moved it out of his view.

Wasn’t planning on going.

She folded the paper neatly up as a student began passing around textbooks, giving her enough of a distraction to pass the paper onto Reggie.

She’d meant what she wrote. Parties weren’t really her scene, especially not one led by the girl who apparently knew everything about everyone. The thought alone made her stomach churn, at which she recalled the note she’d received the night earlier, one she’d stashed away in her dresser the minute she’d gotten inside. Maybe it was someone playing some sick practical joke oh her, or something. Maybe Cheryl knew.

Reggie apparently read over the reply, as he had turned back in his seat to give the girl an unimpressed raise of his brows. He dropped his voice an octave and leaned into her to mouth a quiet reply.

“Change your mind.”

His voice raised a little at the end like it might be posed as a question, but the confidence in his tone simultaneously ruled that out, making it instead appear as a heavily influenced suggestion.

“Mr. Mantle,” the voice from the front of the classroom called sternly again.

He gave an exasperated sigh, running his long fingers through his jet black locks as he gave a disgruntled “ma’am” and resumed his silence.

Archie gave an inaudible scoff, his steely eyes remaining forward for the rest of the class.

. . .

“What did Reggie want?”

Not two seconds after class ended and Archie was on her case about it, blindly trailing her out of the classroom with his fists stuffed cooly into the front pocket of his hoodie.

The girl shrugged half heartedly as they entered the hallway, “he asked to escort me to Cheryl’s.”

“Oh,” Archie said, quickly clearing his throat and trying at it again when he realized it came off sounding upset. “And what’d you say?”

The girl stopped at her locker, leaning against it to look at the stony faced boy and feeling herself getting caught up in his stupid gorgeous eyes.

“N-nothing,” she shook her head with a sharp inhale, “I said I wasn’t going.”

“Oh?” the boy replied.

“Yeah uh, not my thing,” she pursed her lips with a shrug, leaving out the other little part from her reasoning. “Are you going?”

“We are!” a voice exclaimed.

Veronica Lodge seemingly poofed into existence behind Archie, wrapping her arms around his back with a big grin, “right Archiekins?”

She wore a black dress and sleek matching heels, something that, once again, only she could seemingly pull off at school.

Archie blinked down at his girlfriend in surprise, giving her a squeeze back, “uh, yep. We are.”

“Cool,” the girl feigned interest, switching out the books from her locker before shutting it a little too hard.

“Walk you to your next class?” he perked up hopefully.

But the sight before her was making her grow increasingly uncomfortable, and somehow the thought of the two of them trailing behind her to class entwined like that did the opposite of reassure her, so she gave a forced smile and happy wave of her schedule.

“I’ve got it, actually. But, thanks.”

The rest of the day sort of blurred past in a haze. The classes were fine. The people were fine. Everything was… just alright. It didn’t seem like there was anyone or anything in particular to cause her worry. She’d met a few new people, one of whom went by Toni Topaz and fought Reggie off with a textbook when he tried sitting by the girl in calculus. Turns out she was Cheryl’s girlfriend, which she wouldn’t have guessed from their stark differences in personalities, but seemed generally lovely. She’d also sat with Betty, Archie, Jughead, and Veronica at lunch, but felt herself the target for many eyes in the cafeteria, and a major fifth wheel to say the least. At the end of the day, she found herself alone in the halls, at which point she checked the coast before promptly slamming her forehead into the locker with a groan. It was going to be a long year, she knew that much. Taking a deep breath, she aligned her back once more and gathered her thoughts. While going home now was certainly an option, she couldn’t help but recall Archie’s mention of some sort of cheer team. Of course, she had no interest in joining, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t check it out, right? At least, that’s what she told herself as her feet took her striding down the halls and onto the back field, where she was greeted by a blast of light to the eyes.

Shielding her face, she approached the neat green grass and uniform clad girls who were assembling on it. They were led by none other than Cheryl, who was barking inaudibly at them all from a high chair. With her were Toni, Veronica, and about a dozen others. The girl felt her stomach lurch at just the sight of all of them, but what really did it for her was seeing the boys run in from the opposite end of the field, led by Archie, of course, who hadn’t noticed her. His eyes had fallen right on the raven haired girl, not that she was blaming him. The sweaty auburn haired boy, suited full in his football uniform, jogged over to his girlfriend for a short lived embrace and kiss on the lips, which brought the bystanding girl swiftly back to reality. Realizing where she was and the stupidity of what she was doing, she stumbled backwards in a frantic effort to leave. Of course, in her panic, she twisted her ankle and yelped in hurt, drawing attention from all on the field.

“Joining us?” Cheryl snapped from her chair, her big red lips parted.

Archie squinted sunbeams from his brown eyes, an attractive slick dripping from his brows as his mouth hung open in a half smile at her.

“Um,” she yelled back awkwardly, “no.”

“Come on, (Y/N)!” Veronica encouraged with a dazzling flash of her teeth. “Come try out!”

“Yeah!” Archie beamed hopefully.

The girl just stood there, eyes flickering between the teens who stood awaiting her reply. She was suddenly very aware of the blistering heat that chomped at her flesh. And then there came no reply. Rather, she hooked her fingers in her bag straps and bolted back into the doors from which she came before she could answer in full. Panting and red in the cheeks, the girl half-sprinted down the halls in an effort to distance herself from her painfully awkward encounter. She wasn’t halfway out of the school before Betty came bobbing into sight, however.

The peppy blonde smiled a big hello as she interjected her in her path, “what are you doing here?”

The girl stuttered a wordless reply and rubbed at her temple, not sure how to explain what’d just gone through her dumb head. Luckily, Betty seemed to piece the answer together for herself.

“You weren’t trying out for the Vixens, were you?” she chuckled.

“Uh,” the girl laughed sheepishly, “I considered it.”

“And?” Betty smirked knowingly.

“Not for me,” she laughed with embarrassment.

Betty grinned, “don’t worry, me neither. I used to think it was, but the only reason I really joined back in freshman year was because I liked Archie.”

Pure panic ensued.

“Ridiculous, right?” Betty chortled on.

“Yeah,” the girl snorted unconvincingly, “ridiculous.”

Betty arched her brow ever so slightly with faint curiosity, but she dropped it and gave her the benefit of the doubt.

“Anyways, what’re you doing?” the girl asked in an effort to divert the subject.

“Oh, I work yearbook after school sometimes,” Betty explained.

“Ah,” the girl nodded in understanding, her lips pressing together. Then, not having anything else to say, she concluded, “well, have fun!”

But she hadn’t raised a toe before Betty stopped her in her tracks, her pony swinging as she gave her new friend a warm smile and a cheeky perk of her brows, “wanna help?”

. . .

Yearbook was much more her pace. It was calm, organized, came with good company, and most importantly, was air conditioned. Betty walked the girl through her usual procedures, and soon enough they were both at work, sometimes in silence, sometimes making easy conversation. The girl’s creativity along with Betty’s logical practices mingled well. Afterwards, Betty offered the girl a ride, to which she now happily obliged. On their way out of the abandoned classroom they were held up in, the doors down the hall came bursting open, at which point the cheer and football team made its way flooding down their direction. The stench of hot grass and sweat followed them in. At their front, Reggie led the pack, his long black locks plastered to his forehead and his chest heaving as he took swigs of the icy water contained in the bottle he held. The girl made the mistake of stopping in her tracks to stare, gaining her an instant visit from the boy, who swaggered his way over to her as the students passed. Betty’s eyes flicked between Reggie and the girl once, twice, and a third time before she put together what was happening and sauntered in the other direction with a giggle.

“Betty!” she called, “my ride?”

Betty didn’t even turn her head as she replied, “meet me out front when you’re done.”

The girl sucked in an annoyed breath and forced her eyes up to the boy who towered above her, “yes?”

Reggie sniggered, “hey now, sass.”

Her pursed lips softened into the smallest of smiles.

“Reggie,” she said.

“(Y/N),” he beamed back, flashing her one of those killer smiles. “Reconsider my offer?”

The girl gave a sarcastic laugh, “you’re persistent, Mantle.”

His dark eyes flashed with like, “mhm?”

“But I’m still not interested,” she said, running her tongue lightly over her teeth and avoiding eye contact with the impossibly attractive boy before her.

Her gaze, looking for anywhere else to land, settled on Archie, who just now emerged from the pool of light at the end of the hall, his arm loose around his girlfriend’s shoulder. He looked surprisingly clean in comparison to the other boys, she noticed. Likely this was Veronica’s work. The two smiled at each other, inseparable as they made their way down the hall. Archie’s large hazel stare seemed to suddenly gravitate to the girl’s, like he knew she was watching, at which point she snapped her jaw firmly back up to Reggie.

Reggie, unbothered, continued.

“Not true,” he hummed, his lips twitching into that infuriating smirk.

“What’s not?” her brows furrowed in mild aggravation.

“You not being interested,” he shrugged with a tilt of his head.

“Oh yeah, Mantle?” she crinkled her nose and folded her arms.

“Yeah,” he chuckled amusedly, “otherwise you wouldn’t be flirting with me right now.”

Her eyes went steely and her jaw went stiff, the girl’s blood suddenly sounding very loud in her ears as she brushed off his remark with a grumble.

“Come on,” he pleaded, extending his large hands and peeling the girl’s arms from her chests so he could hold her little wrists in them. His eyes softened in menacing adoration, “please?”

Feeling her face flush, she stuttered wordlessly and found her eyes wandering, once again, back to Archie’s. Archie was now standing up against his locker, waiting for her, as Veronica leaned into his front, her view of the two obscured. He seemed to watch her with some sort of unidentifiable expression, his forehead creasing as he observed Reggie’s gentle grip on the girl. But whatever strange thing he was thinking was interrupted by Veronica leaning up to kiss his lips, at which point any trace of him that could be read was stifled.

“Yes,” the girl decided at once.

Reggie’s lips split into one of those huge grins, “wait, really?”

The girl sighed in defeat and tucked a lip between her teeth, “what can I say, Reggie? You’re persistent.”

“YES!”

He whooped, releasing her wrists so he could half dance half punch the air. It was ridiculous. And cute.

The boy beamed down at her and flickered his black eyes over hers, his gaze softening like he wanted to, well, kiss her or something. But like a gentleman, he didn’t. Instead, he once more reached for the girl’s wrist, bringing a hand up to his lips, where he pecked her gently with a stupid little laugh, making her half scowl half chortle in embarrassment.

“Pick you up Friday?” he winked, releasing her.

“Whatever,” she shrugged, not giving him the satisfaction of her flattery as she pursed her lips in an attempt to suppress her smile.

Reggie half walked half skipped down the rest of the hall, turning a good few times to throw her glances as he disappeared out of sight. Once the coast was cleared and the halls had drained empty, Archie’s voice rang out.

“(Y/N),” he said.

She turned to meet him. Veronica now stood beside him, fingers intertwined with the ginger’s ones. Archie looked like he had something sour in his mouth.

“Uh, can I- do you-” he started, his words coming fast and tripping confusedly one after the other. He shook his head and pressed his tongue to his teeth, trying again. “Need a ride?”

She shook her head, “thanks, Archie, but I’m good.”

She gave him a little smile, which he exchanged for a forced one of his own, “alright.”

And he watched her go.

. . .

The ride home was hazy. The girl’s head was swimming with thoughts, the last day playing over in her mind like tapes. Betty exclaimed gleefully at her newfound interest in Reggie, adding that it was no wonder she’d been interested in joining the Vixens. By this she meant to get closer to Reggie, of course. The girl played it off accordingly. After Betty dropped the girl home, she made her way across the stone path towards the little red door. There was a little pep to her step, a hopeful sway that told her maybe this year wouldn’t be so bad after all. But her thoughts were short lived, when they focused instead on the new note that lay upon her doorstep.

I’m watching.

[messwriting]

summer day | kuroo t.

Summary: Kuroo is a bad boy. Allegedly. 

Note: KUROO MODERN FAMILY AU. Small drabble. MARRIED FLUFF. I just saw that episode and Kuroo as Phil planted itself in my mind, I take no responsibility in it. The only warnings in this is Kuroo’s fashion sense and him being repeatedly owned by his girls. 

You watch from some distance while your horrible new neighbors start wreaking havoc in front of their houses in a disguise of washing their two flame clad pickups and huge ass quadricycle. The worst part being their teenage boy's sense of fashion, in ripped jeans hanging low on his hip bones and the sleeveless black shirt paired with the plaid jacket tied on his waist. Enough amount of silver rings and metal chains to set the metal detectors in any airport and long hair close to his shoulders needing nicer conditioning. Paired with his fashion sense it’s your younger genius daughter’s standards because the bad boy act of the long-haired boy it’s working for her, having your otherwise uninterested girl blushing after he says something to her that you can’t quite hear but has been on the receiving end during your young years enough to know it’s flirty by the way he looks at her through his downcast eyes and mischievous smile.

You grunt - a literal, high pitched grunt - from where you are standing, repressing the urge to throw the mug you’re holding at the boy’s head. From inside the house, your older daughter laughs as if she’s accusing you of being overprotective and maybe she is. 

You truly don’t have favorites between your three kids, but you do have an urge to protect your genius daughter more than the other and to baby your young and only son from time to time. Your older has always been more independent, fearless, and popular, maybe not so bright on paper, but the definition of street smart and you sometimes wonder if that’s because you got pregnant with her while just finishing college and both of you had to learn lots of things by yourselves. 

As if on cue, your husband comes behind you, grin on his lips, and quick to pick up on your annoyance at the flirting going on just a few meters away. 

“I thought you’d be happy that she’s making friends with the neighbors.” Kuroo offers while giving you a kiss to your temple, a habit of years of dating preserved even after years of marriage.

“I’d prefer if she despised the neighbors as she does her, and I quote, ‘inaccurate biology teacher’.” You move your finger as you remember your daughter moving it while telling you how insufferable her biology teacher was and how the hell didn’t he knew that whatever thing did the other whatever thingy, was she an absolute illiterate?!

“The one from before the AP-bio?” Kuroo muses, lips jutting while he thinks back, a frown telling you he does remember your younger daughter hate for that particular teacher.

“Yeah.”

“Wow. That’s ruthless. The neighbors would be appalled.” You smile at his suggestion, bringing your mug to your lips and Kuroo laughs at your mischief. 

“I just…” You start and throw your hands to the air in frustration. “When it’s the bad boy phase going to pass? Can’t we just skip it to the captain of whatever team phase?”

“Oh, we do know how much you prefer the captain of whatever team’s phase.” Your husband coos, wiggling his eyebrows knowingly, a sly grin on his lips. “You’ve been stuck in it for years.”

You scoff. Rolls your eyes at him. Look at your daughter now trying to look inconspicuous while she subtle watches the neighbor kid washing his overpriced and flashy quadricycle.

“Can’t he even be more ridiculous? He could just have the standard bad boy motorcycle, but no. Not enough. He needs a quadricycle.”

“C’mon, she’s our genius girl. She’ll snap out of it when he fails on algebra or something.”

“Please. Look at those abs.” Comes your older daughter retort, eyeing both you and your husband with all the shades of judgment. “She’s already smart, maybe she wants something else.”

“Oh god.” You literally groan. And honestly, you’ve been her age. You’ve had your fair share of staring at pretty and strong boys running and doing their boyish things (not to say doing other things with said pretty and strong boys), you get it. Just… does it have to be him?

From their front lawn barbecue and through blasting music, his mother - your neighbor - smiles at you and waves, all shades of fake. You hold in the hiss right when it’d pass your lips. Okay, so maybe your problem isn’t the kid.

“You know, you’re a tough one to figure out.” Kuroo says closer to your ear in his best attempt to sound sexy and alluring. He could’ve succeeded - if it weren’t for the khaki pants and button-up short-sleeves floral shirt while he drinks the brightest pink drink ever with a yellow umbrella. Laidback Sunday attire. Says he. You just turn to him with a curved eyebrow and questioning look.

“And why is that?” Somehow you crack a smile at his face - all expectancy wrapped in a boyish glint that makes him look years younger. Maybe reminiscent of your college years.

“You don’t like bad boys and yet -” There’s a clear pause for dramatic purpose while he grins at you suggestively. “You married one.”

You groan, again, and tries to fight the urge to facepalm.

“I thought we’d had the falling contraceptives to blame for that.” Comes your older daughter remark, with an eyebrow raised much like your own.

“Hey!” Kuroo squawks while you laugh and try to hold your shoulders from trembling too hard with it. 

“It’s your snappy genes. Don’t even look at me.” You hold your hands upwards and smiles amused while moving closer to where your older is sitting while snapping pictures of the summer day for her insta, probably. Your middle one is finally wrapping her talk with the neighbor after noticing how crowded the front of the house suddenly got. 

“I thought we had my genes to blame for their geniality.” Kuroo sighs and all the eyes are on him.

“You wish.” Comes the joint response of the three women in his life. Completed with lookalike faces and judgmental looks.  

Kuroo gasp, dramatic as ever. 

 “I feel ganged upon!” Kuroo half-yells and smiles, tender.  He gets whoever’s closer to him, being your oldest, and mess up her hair between her cries of protests and glares.

“Girls stay together in this household.” You conclude, crossing your arms while you watch as both your daughters go inside the house after your husband's antics. Though your middle one is clearly laughing at your older expenses. 

You kind of feel old and have the urge to go back to a time where they’d both would come running to your arms, instead. You don’t know if Kuroo notices your mood or if he’s just being as affectionate as ever, but you don’t even blink before his arms are involving you in a strong hug. Your husband smiles down at you, proud and happy and all shades of lovingly and murmurs against your skin while laying a kiss on your temple: “As they should.”

[donkey-hyuck]

ot23 nct on who would actually help me with my hw (i’m in honors/ap classes)

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taeil-

would def ask moonie for help!!! don’t think we’d get things done but i would not be scared to ask him for help LMAOO we would get so distracted just vibin to music

johnny-

i would actually ask johnny too. i feel like he would try to actaully help me and then jus be like “this is too hard” and then just leave me in the dust😭 OR i would ask for help in english hw but even then i feel like he would just leave me again

taeyong-

BABIEEEE I WOULD ASK FO SOOO!!!🥺🥺 tyong would try his best to help answer the questions i don’t get but i feel like he won’t really understand them either hahaha

yuta-

uhmmm would lowkey not ask yuta bc i feel like he also wouldn’t know shit😭 so hw is just unaccomplished if i asked yuta

kun-

JDKWID ANOTHER BABIE I WOULD ASK!!!!! sorta like taeyong, he would try and help. wouldn’t last that long but mayb longer than taeyong lmao

doyoung-

we would just end up bickering lmao das all i have to say

ten-

uhmmm kinda in the middle??? if that makes sense?? like mayb some subjects over others but i also think ten would kinda just give up right in the midst of explaining rational exponents, or the calvin cycle

jaehyun-

honestly would not even ask him to help lmao but he’d probably come and see what was going on and leaving right after

sicheng-

poor babe would be so confused, i honestly think. he’d be so confused and furrow his brows and then just whine and throw the pencil across the room😭

jungwoo-

we would never get work done lmao there’s no point in asking

xuxi-

i also think he would try. would probably be like “oH i rmb this!” and so damn cocky but prolly wouldn’t know but issokay

mark-

omg mark would probably try too. mark is more intelligent than he comes off as and he says he’s very good at school so i think he’d try to do some problems. but prolly won’t last long either lmao

xiaojun-

oh i don’t think he would even try. dejun would probs look at like the electron configurations and be so confused

hendery-

also would never get work done. we both dk shit lmao

renjun-

in the beginning, probably really helpful but the more he helps bc i have so much hw😔 he would get so frustrated not just by the work but by me hahaha

jeno-

BUBBAA!!! also would ask fo sho🥺 but would not no the answers and make that little “hUH?” sound he always makes okay nuff said

hyuck-

we would bicker too😭 he’s so cocky that he’d probs be like “DO IT LIKE THIS!” and i’d get frustrated bc it’s not how we do it in class

jaemin-

actually would get thru 70% of hw. half of it is probably wrong but he’s too sweet

yangyang-

he would look on his phone for the answers and acts like he knows lmao

shotaro-

also probably doesn’t know anything hahah but he’s so cute that you just forget ab your hw and probably make some tiktoks w him😭

sungchan-

would not understand anything. maybe understands like 000000.1% of one question and immediately looses his train of thoughts

chenle-

NDKSKD HE WOULD GET SO ANGRY TOO😭 probably the last person i would ever ask. he would tell me wrong and he’d probably be right🙄

jisung-

would not know shit😭 so confused and pouts while tryna figure out wth 4 by 25 is ITS 100

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lmao vy’s high SAY IT¡ thought this would be funny to make lmao but in no way am i saying that they lack intelligence, this is all just a joke :)