#said this to a friend the other day and she was like. uh. if i didnt know you i'd worry

[chaengluva]

Dare - 2

Part 2/2

Regina gets dared to date the loser, no one thinks that she could make Y/n fall in love with her, (Resulting in a bet with Shane) Regina ends up doing the unexpected

Warnings: Nothing too extreme, just light bullying and mocking

As the weeks passed, Regina found herself genuinely enjoying your company. The initial dare began to blur as she laughed with you, shared secrets, and experienced genuine moments of connection. You were kind, funny, and smart—qualities that Regina hadn't expected to find in someone she initially labelled as a "loser."

She liked you

You had another date with each other, she took you out to the theme park and you played games and rode on roller-coaster for hours, at the end of the night was when she asked you to be her girlfriend, of course you said yes.

That was 5 months ago and 29 days, Regina dreaded knowing that she had to break your heart soon, but she didn't want to.

You were sitting on your table alone, eating your lunch and patiently waiting for Regina, as soon as she sits down, you speak up. "Can we go out tonight." You ask Regina, looking at her with hopeful eyes, Regina sighs, looking down at her feet, "I'm hanging out with my friends, sorry."

You always thought that it was strange that she never allowed you close to her when her friends were around, you knew about her high status but it still was sad.

"It's okay, I'm watching a movie with my dad anyway." You say, you were hoping that she would come with you, "Maybe it's time, we meet each others parents." You suggest. Regina frowns, knowing that she doesn't want to break your heart because, she loves you.

"My parents are homophobic, I don't think they would want to meet you." Regina lied, she told her parents that she was lesbian a while ago and they expected her but she didn't want for you to form a bond and then be heartbroken so it was easier if she lied. You frowned at first but then you said, "Well maybe you could meet my dad!"

"Yeah, Maybe." Regina said, giving you a kiss, then the bell rang, "I'll see you tomorrow baby." She hated knowing that she would have to break your heart tomorrow or she would have to deal with the embarrassment of her friends making fun of her, she had to spend her time thinking which one she would rather bare.

She made her way into Shanes house and they all smirked at her, Shane and the others pulled her all into the living room and told her to tell them everything., she put on a façade, boasting about how easy it was to fool you. But inside, she was torn. She started dreading the moment when the truth would come out, knowing it would hurt you deeply.

Regina's friends noticed the change in her behaviour. Aaron, in particular, began to suspect that Regina was no longer just playing a game. "You know, if you keep this up, you might actually start caring for her," Aaron teased one afternoon.

Regina scoffed, but her heart wasn't in it. "As if, she's a fucking loser." she replied, rolling her eyes her friends laughed along to Regina's reply, but her heart broke having to talk about you like that.

"Are you ready to break her heart tomorrow?" Shane asked with a smirk, Regina nodded sadly, she wasn't, but she thought that her social status mattered more so she agreed to go along with the original plan.

The next day at school, you had planed to get her a gift for your 6 month anniversary, you got Regina a necklace that you picked out with your dad.

You make your way to Regina, but, your heart breaks when you see her kissing Shane, you walk away before she could see you, but her friends did and everyone of them laughed. "She looked so sad!" Gretchen exclaimed, "She's probably going to cry to her dad." Aaron said.

"I wanna give her a hug." Karen frowned, Regina agreed, that was all she wanted to do but she was stuck next to Shane.

During lunch, Regina made her way up to you, she knew you would try to walk away or not listen, so she had to play it suddenly. "Uh hey Y/n." She whispered, You stood up and tried to walk away but she grabbed your wrist and pulled you down. 

"Don't touch me." You said, she nodded pulling away, "Can I please explain this to you." She says, you throw the necklace you bought her on the table. 

"Explain what? That you got dared to date me then break my heart?" You asked and she stepped back, "Look, I'm really sorry." Regina said again,  but you weren't having any of it, you just stood up and walked away.

The next few days were the worst Regina had ever experienced. You avoided her at all costs, and she felt the loss deeply. She realised she had to make things right, not just for the bet, but for herself and you.

Regina decided to confess everything in front of her friends. She spoke up  when she was sitting on the cafeteria table, drawing everyone's attention. "I have something to say," she began, her voice shaking. She explained the dare, her initial intentions, and how everything changed. "I hurt someone I care about deeply, and I am truly sorry," she finished, looking directly at you. Who happened to be walking by the table and overhearing the conversation.

The table was silent. You were stunned by her confession to her friends, it felt like for once her status  didn't matter. After she told everyone she came up to you, "Hey." She said, "Hi." You smiled.

It took time, but eventually, you forgave her. You saw the sincerity in her eyes and realized that people could change.

Regina and you began anew, this time without any lies or dares. She worked hard to prove her sincerity, and slowly, you started to trust her again. The experience changed Regina, making her more genuine and considerate.

Your relationship grew stronger, built on mutual respect and understanding. Regina's friends saw the change in her and slowly began to accept your place in her life. The bet was long forgotten, replaced by a real, meaningful connection.

Regina learned a valuable lesson about honesty and the importance of genuine connections. She no longer cared about the opinions of those who thrived on petty games. She had found something real with you, and that was worth more than any dare or bet.

In the end, Regina won something far more valuable than $200—she won your heart and discovered her own capacity for true love.

[marvelsmylife]

Competition

Pairing: Nesta Archeron x reader

Plot: After discovering Cassian slept with you, Nesta becomes jealous and wants to see if you truly are “competition” 

A/n It’s not as kinky as I promised it was going to be, but the next part (the Nessian x reader threesome) is going to have you blushing. 

Warning: smut. Don’t read if you’re not over the age of eighteen. Jealousy, angst. Helion and the reader also get it on during this chapter.

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Nesta didn’t want to admit it, but she was jealous. She discovered Cassian had sex with you a week before she slept with him and accepted the mating bond. He had confessed it out of guilt and wanted to start their relationship with no secrets. 

While Nesta promised Cassian she was ok with the fact he had slept with you, in reality, she wasn’t. She knew it made her a hypocrite for being mad for sleeping with someone else before they got together. Knowing especially that she lost count of how many men she slept with.

So Nesta bottled her emotions about it until Rhysand ordered Cassian to join you at the Day Court. “If Cassian is going to the day court, then so am I,” Nesta announced.

Rhysand wanted to argue with Nesta that she couldn’t go, but Feyre placed her hand on his shoulder and told Nesta she was more than welcome to go. The only condition was that she couldn’t cause trouble while she was over there. She reminded her that Helion was a dear friend and a close ally that they could not afford to lose.

After promising Rhysand and Feyre that she would be on her best behavior, Nesta and Cassian left for the day court. Once they arrived, Cassian reminded her, “Play nice with y/n while we’re here, ok?”

“As long as she doesn’t touch you, everything will be fine,” Nesta gave Cassian a forced smile before entering Helion’s palace.

To Nesta’s surprise, you paid no mind to her and Cassian when they arrived at the Day Court. Instead, your attention was solely on Helion, and was saying anything and everything to stroke his ego. There were times Nesta wanted to roll her eyes as she watched Helion grope you in front of everyone.

Even though Cassian had warned her not to confront you about your time together, Nesta decided to pay you a visit and do the one thing she was ordered not to do. She had all the questions she had planned to ask you about your past with Cassian memorized. 

Unfortunately, those questions left her mind the second she stepped into your room. Her eyes widened when she spotted you having sex with Helion, "Ah, Nesta, are you here to join our little party?” Helion asked with a smirk.

“Please join us, I promise you’ll enjoy it,” you added.

Nesta would be lying if she said she wouldn’t mind joining you, especially after seeing how beautiful you looked riding Helion’s cock. She then realized why Cassian sought you out while she fucked other men. You looked like a goddess fucking Helion, and she began to wonder what you looked like fucking Cassian. She also began to picture the two of you getting fucked by Cassian and wondered what it would feel like to fuck another female. 

“I need to speak to y/n in private,” Nesta announced and caused you to stop, which earned a groan from Helion.

Helion was about to protest, but you got off of him and handed him his robe, “It’s ok, we can continue this later,” you told the high lord of the day court.

As soon as Helion had left the room, Nesta asked, “Do you have feelings for Cassian?”

A stunned expression appeared on your face at Nesta’s question, “Uh, no. Why do you ask?”

“Because you were fucking him for who knows how long, surely you developed feelings for him,” Nesta replied in an icy tone.

A smile crept up on your face at Nesta’s explanation, which caused Nesta to get angrier, “Nesta, I am sorry for fucking your mate, but I was doing what I was hired to do. And that is to fuck whoever is interested in fucking. I have zero desire to ever be with Cassian. That male is so sickeningly in love with you, and it’s nauseating. We probably talk more about how much he loves you more than actually fucking. That male has it bad for you.” 

Nesta started feeling guilty for her earlier words after your explanation and was ready to apologize when you decided to add, “And I don’t blame him, you’re fucking gorgeous.” You began to play with the ends of Nesta’s hair and pressed your naked body against her. “Have you ever been with another female before?” A smirk was plastered on your face when you noticed Nesta beginning to blush and shook her head no, “Would you like to? I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

Nesta let out a shaky breath as she watched you lean in and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Let me please you, Nesta,” you whispered into her ear.

Nesta tilted her head to be face to face with you, “Fuck it,” Nesta leaned in and kissed you. 

Her hands were tugging on your hair as she deepened the kiss and earned a moan from you. “As much as I love a dominant woman in bed, I’m in charge tonight, and you’re going to do everything I order you to do,” you reached under Nesta’s nightgown and smiled when you realized he wasn’t wearing underwear. “It seems you were really enjoying the show Helion and I were performing.”

Nesta wanted to argue back until she felt your thumb rub against her clit. “Oh gods,” Nesta closed her eyes at your action and buried her face against your neck.

“I haven’t even done anything, and you’re already calling to the gods,” you removed Nesta’s nightgown before guiding her to your bed, “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”

Nesta obeyed, and you let out a groan at the sight that was in front of you. “Such a beautiful female. Let’s see if you taste as good as you look.”

Nesta let out a small whimper as you kissed your way up her body and played with her breasts. Those soft whimpers turned into loud moans once you got between her legs and started working your tongue inside of her. Even though this wasn’t the first time someone had gone down on her, this was the first time she enjoyed it. 

Aside from Cassian, most of the males Nesta was involved with only shoved their fingers inside her a few times and decided that was enough foreplay before they fucked. With you, it was a different story.

Nesta realized that since you were a female, you were doing to her everything you would want done to yourself. “I was right. You taste just as good as you look,” you smiled up at Nesta while your fingers were deep inside her, and your tongue was flicking her now sensitive clit. 

Nesta had lost count of how many orgasms you gave her, but after her latest one, she asked, “I want to know how you taste.”

A surprised expression appeared on your face, and replied, “Um, are you sure? I was fucking Helion earlier, and came inside me multiple times.”

“I don’t care,” Nesta replied, “I need to know.”

Not one to deny someone’s request, you pulled away from Nesta and laid on the bed. After reassuring her she’d do great and just do what she would want done to her, Nesta began. 

It was a little awkward at first for Nesta because she, in fact, could taste Helion’s cum mixed with yours. She kept going as soon as she heard you moan her name for the first time. She got better over time after you guided her. Once you got to your fourth orgasm, Nesta knew precisely what to do to get you off. “Gods, Nes, keep fucking doing that,” you shouted as Nesta curled her fingers inside you while she took one of your breasts in her mouth.

“Who’s calling to the gods now?” Nesta taunted as she continued her actions.

You let out a shaky laugh at Nesta’s comment before pulling her into a kiss and started grinding yourself against her fingers, encouraging her to go faster. Nesta took the hint and granted your wish. A slew of curse words escaped your lips as another orgasm rippled through your body. 

You chanted Nesta’s name through your orgasm. “You look so gorgeous when you cum y/n” Nesta pulled you into a kiss before removing her fingers, “Taste yourself.”

Nesta found herself getting turned on even more when you did as she asked and sucked on them. “Fuck,” Nesta cursed when she felt you swirl your tongue around her fingers.

Nesta was ready to kiss you again when a loud cough stopped her. Looking over you, and Nesta spotted Cassian jerking off by your door. “As much as I enjoy watching you two, when can I join the fun ?”

You and Nesta exchange looks before replying,” Now.” Cassian was about to jump onto the bed when you added, “But you’re going to have to be tied up as punishment for being a peeping Tom.”

“Yes, and you won’t be able to cum until both of us allow you to,” Nesta also added as she got off the bed and got the rope from the table where a bunch of sex toys were on.

“I don’t care. I just want to both of you right now,” Cassian knew he would regret saying that later, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to fuck the both of you at the same time.

@lilah-asteria @saltedcoffeescotch @golden-canyon @nayaniasworld @slut4acotar @mybestfriendmademe @nocasdatsgay @harrystylesfan2686 @heartless-tate @fussel9913 @123345566 @paleidiot @whyshouldihaveanam3 @idek-what-to-put 

A/n I’m not going to lie, I had Nicholas Galitzine’s voice in my head when I wrote “Nesta, I am sorry for fucking your mate, but I was doing what I was hired to do” because of his character in Bottoms 😂😂😂😂.

[luvhughes43]

blue lines | blake hughes au

[blake hughes au]

summary: blake and nico have a pregnancy scare

mentions: periods, pregnancy, anxiety, etc.

word count: 0.9k

blake and nico couldn't keep their hands off each other. it was simply a known fact amongst their shared group of friends. everyone who knew blake as a determined, self-loathing teenager was always shocked to find out how pro pda and touchy she was with her boyfriend.

everyone also thought that the two would grow out of their "honeymoon phase" which to the displeasure of certain family members - commonly known as jack - the months apart during the off-season only reignited the couples... touchy nature.

which is why... after an increased amount of ... physically intensive fall activities blake wasn't too shocked to find that her period was a few days late.

"i'm late," blake pierces the quiet atmosphere in nico's apartment.

"late for what?" nico questions, not even bothering to look up from his phone. "i thought you said you weren't busy today,"

blake pauses and blinks in quick succession. "well no im talking about-" she pauses again before rechecking her period tracking app. she holds the glaring 3 WEEKS LATE page towards nico, "like... im late late. i haven't been late since i was competing," blake passes her phone to nico who studies her app with rapt attention.

"i've really... never been late before," blake repeats as she paces around her boyfriends living room. she suffered from stress and extensive workout related absent periods - and since she retired from skating she had regained and had a pretty consistent cycle. "i'm pregnant," she blurts out nervously as she avoids eye contact with nico.

"okay, it's going to be okay," nico tries to soothe blake. he silently stumbles towards her and she jumps when he rests his hand soothingly against her shoulder. "let's go to the store and we'll get some tests,"

blake nods thoughtlessly and lets herself be dragged out of the door by nico. it's not that she didn't want to be a mother - blake thinks as she watches nico's neighborhood fly by as he weaves carefully through traffic. she was just too young, the relationship too new... she wasn't ready to be responsible for another human being.

blake doesn't remember stepping out of the car and walking into the pharmacy. her breathing is heavy and laboured as she stares at a wall full of pregnancy tests. "i don't know which one we need..." her voice is unfamiliar to her own ears. she was only twenty-one, how was she supposed to be a mother? and nico... he was just announced captain last season and was finally starting to get into the groove of things.

nico grabs a variety of tests and blake takes the opportunity to study his face. his brows are arched in contemplation and if he was nervous blake isn't able to tell. blake grabs a box of the closet tests and examines it.

"how many do you think we need?" nico asks suddenly. he holds his hands out towards her, and different brands flash up towards her menacingly.

"three? two should be fine i don't-"

"nico hischier!" a loud and unfamiliar voice announces to the whole store. "could i get a picture with you?"

blake wordlessly takes the pregnancy tests and wanders down the aisle. "uh, yeah sure," nico smiles with uncertainty as he throws an arm around the young fan. nico pulls him out of the aisle and he sends blake looks of concern but she just waves him off to focus on the fan.

nico's quick with the photo and after a few words about the upcoming season nico's quick to rejoin blake. "do you think he saw what we were buying?" blake asks nervously as she holds up the tests in her hands.

"no it's alright," nico tries and reassures the trembling blake.

"i'm sorry im so scared i just... i dont know how to feel right now," she whispers into nico's side. his arm tightens around her as they stand in the comfort of each others embrace.

"it's okay, just try and relax" nico kisses her hairline and she's suddenly plagued with a rush of guilt. it felt like she was always leaning on him more than she should - instead of allowing him space to feel anxious as well. "i'm scared too," he says softly - as if sensing blakes thoughts.

with no more interruptions or disrupting anxious thoughts - the young couple make it through check-out with ease.

they shuffle into nico's apartment and blake immediately beelines it for his bathroom. nico waits politely outside the door.

"they all say to wait three minutes," blake says with a handful of tests.

"i'll set a timer," nico supplies and fishes his phone out from his back pocket.

the two sit outside the bathroom door - legs crossed with the tests laying in front of themselves face-down. blake wordlessly reaches for nico's hand who squeezes it silently.

"we'll figure it out you know - if they're positive," nico gestures towards the tests in front of them.

"i know," blake whispers. she grasps his arm in both of her own and leans her head against his shoulder. "i'm sorry for zoning out earlier i was just..."

"scared? you have nothing to be sorry for,"

"okay,"

"okay."

the minutes drag, and when nico's alarm finally rings out the young couple jolts upright. blake immediately reaches for the closet test and flips it over with a manicured hand. nico flips another, and the tension in the room finally settles.

negative

|

negative

blake leans her head back against nico's shoulder and the rise and fall of his breathing soothes her.

[vlorescent]

𝕸𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖞 // Suguru Geto

Since the day he met you, he knew you were responsible for Satoru's spoiled reputation. Babying the heir of the Gojo clan like a god, he imagined. No wonder Satoru thought so highly of himself. He had you filling his head with such high praise since day one that he had no choice but to believe it.

He imagined it hadn't been easy for you. Of course, you raised Satoru alone at a young age and had little support other than the clan itself providing for you and your son. Your one job was to simply raise the boy and prepare him to take up the reigns as a leader. Suguru thought you had done a fine job at that. That being said, he knew the past eighteen years had been nothing but exhausting for you.

"You worry too much, momma. I go on these types of missions all the time. This one's no different, trust me." Suguru had overheard Satoru console you over the phone. The two of them were currently on their way to their assigned location, their recent conversation on hold when the familiar tune of your ringtone went off. "Yeah, yeah. He's with me now ... what do you mean 'thank goodness'?!"

Suguru held in a deep chuckle, knowing that you must've felt a great deal of weight be lifted off of your shoulders with that info.

"She's happy to know I'm here?" Suguru nudged Satoru's arm. However, his best friend seemed flustered -- his pale cheeks dotted with a heavy blush.

"Yeah, momma, I know-- ... hey, I'm just as capable as Sugu-- ... ugh, fine, I'll ask him..." For a moment, Satoru covered a portion of his phone and leaned towards Suguru as if to share a dirty secret. "She wants to know if you'd like to come by for dinner," He paused momentarily to let out an irritated sigh. "to thank you for keeping me out of trouble, she says."

This time, Suguru couldn't help but let the chuckle slip as he gave a nod in response. With a roll of his bright gaze, Satoru returned to his phone call with you.

"He said 'yeah' ... Seriously? You're gonna make -- but that's my favorite, too!" Satoru whined, dragging his feet against the pavement as they walked along the sidewalk. Suguru wished he could hear your side of the call, knowing that you must've been telling your son all that you had planned for dinner. "Gosh, just say you like Suguru better ... No, momma, I didn't actually mean that, I-- ..." Another pause, Suguru smirked, knowing that you must've been giving Satoru an earful. Judging by the look on his best friend's face, he seemed to be right. Just as it was about to go on, Satoru perked up and slowly brought the phone further away from his face. "Oh shit! Look, momma, I gotta call you back. A cursed spirit is trying to eat Suguru's face, uh, gotta go! Talk to ya soon, love yoooou!" And without waiting for a response, he hung up and jammed the phone into his pocket.

"Hey, that wasn't very nice." Suguru nudged his friend, shoving his hands into his pockets. "You didn't let me tell her I loved her too." He teased, the ends of his lips curling into a smirk as Satoru's expression crinkled in irritation.

"Figured you'd have plenty of time ogling my mother tonight anyways." His friend said, batting his eyes at Suguru as they continued down the street. "Can't believe she's making Yakitori tonight."

"Awe, she remembered what I liked?"

"Like I haven't said I liked it too?!" If Suguru didn't know any better, he'd say that Satoru was a bit jealous of him at this very moment. You were Satoru's mother, and your son was ... jealous? Of him, of all people.

"Guess I always knew this day would come," Suguru snickered, jokingly clutching at his heart. "the day she tells me that I was her favorite all along."

"Fat chance!" Satoru playfully pushed him aside, the blush on his cheeks staining further. Suguru's soft chuckle grew into a hard earned laugh, finding the idea that Satoru had genuinely been a bit jealous of him rather funny.

Though, Suguru felt his chest flutter with excitement at the thought that'd he'd be coming over tonight -- greeted by not only your homely cooking but your warm smile and gentle embrace. If he hadn't already thought to himself about it, he'd think he was beginning to grow a crush on you.

However, he already knew that was certain.

☄. *. ⋆

Since the moment you became pregnant with Satoru, your life was filled with endless worry for your baby boy. You knew the risks. You knew that there would always be a target on your son's back. You knew that one day, something bigger and badder would come along and one day ... he would not return home.

The day you were told of the incident regarding Toji and the young girl, Riko's tragic death -- you felt time stand still. You could hear the slow pump of blood in your ears, feel the paused pulse through your fingertips.

Geto Suguru had gotten hurt ...

Your son had gotten hurt ...

No one could keep you back when you arrived at the hospital, cheeks strained with tears as you asked Principle Yaga what room the boys were being held at. He had told you that Suguru had just come out of surgery and was already settled in a room. However, your son was still in surgery...

Suguru remembered waking up to you at his bedside.

You were such a mess, but God, were you a beautiful sight.

He had called out to you, pulling you from your thoughts as they ate at you. You seemed startled, like he had been a ghost reaching out towards you. He wanted nothing more in that moment than to hold you and tell you that everything was going to be okay. You had beaten him to it, however, your maternal touch on his cheek as you caressed it in your palm. You consoled him, feverishly asking if there was anything you could do for him while the two of you waited for updates on Satoru. His only response was, "stay".

And you did.

☄. *. ⋆

A couple of weeks had passed since Riko and Toji's death. Both Suguru and Satoru had been released from the hospital and were given time to fully recover from their injuries.

You were resilient on Satoru staying bed bound until his stitches were removed, much to his dismay. He had always been a fidgety child -- staying in bed must've felt like torture. During this time, Suguru, though also still in recovery, visited often to check up on Satoru and to keep him company when you couldn't. You had your hands full during this time, not only having to deal with the clan's constant pestering on how their future leader was doing but keeping up with your normal day to day routine whilst also taking care of said leader.

Suguru couldn't say he had ever seen you so stressed, juggling so many all at once. You looked like you were just about to crack.

"Thank you again, Sugu. You really didn't need to--"

"Please. It's the least I could do." He lifted his hand, stopping you from going on. You had been showing your gratitude non-stop since he dropped by with take-out, offering lunch in exchange for his own gratitude towards you. When he had told you that his own parents hadn't visited him in the hospital, it tore your heart out. You couldn't imagine not being at either of their sides when they woke up -- you couldn't help but feel furious knowing that his parents hadn't ever stepped foot in the building when their son was admitted on that horrible day.

"How are you ...? I know I ask you every time you come over, but ..." You reached over the table, your hand settling on top of his. Suguru peered up from his partially eaten take-out, his dark eyes meeting your slightly dulled gaze.

You looked so exhausted. He wished he could do more for you.

"Taking it one day at a time." He gave you a nod, overturning his hand so yours rested in his palm. "And you?"

"One day at a time." You let a chuckle slip from you, your hand squeezing his lightly. He returned the gesture with a smile. "I don't want to dwell on it more than I already have. It's not healthy... if I keep thinking about that day, I'll lose sight of what's happening now." Suguru watched as your shoulders eased their tension, a sigh escaping between your lips. He peered down for a moment, his eyelids feeling heavy with exhaustion.

"Yeah ... I know what you mean."

There was an eerie pause lingering in the air, one that Suguru felt hanging above his head like a dark cloud. All he had been doing was dwelling on that day. He had witnessed so much blood and death that seeing the faces of the deceased was all that festered in his mind. Since that day, all he had been doing was questioning everything. He questioned what was right and what was wrong. Pondered if protecting these 'people' was the right thing to do. If these 'people' deserved to --

"Hey..."

Suguru blinked, his thoughts fading quickly as he noticed you had gotten up from your seat across from him and were kneeled down by his side. Your hand had not pulled from his, and you brushed the strand of hair from his face as you studied his expression.

He wondered if you knew what you did to him. If you did, was all of this on purpose, then? Could you, a grown woman, know that since the day he met you, he was so fond of you that he'd consider --

No. T h a t would be too far.

"Sweetheart," You called him, the back of your hand caressing his cheek ever so softly. "are you alright?"

God, you were so close to him ... he could bask in your scent all day, but ... he knew better than to chase after you. You were, after all, his best friend's mother.

"I need to go..." He gently took your hand and pulled it away from his face. With no other word, he stood up from his chair and began to clean up after himself. You rose to your feet, watching him as he silently gathered his things and began to make way for the door.

You could see the thoughts racing through his mind, his body twitching as he fought the urge to stay or to run. The young man before you was fighting himself. For what reason, you didn't know, and it ached your heart to see that Suguru was utterly alone during all of this.

"Suguru, honey ..." You had followed him to the door, taking a gentle hold of his arm before he could open the door. The least you wanted to do was tell him that you were there for him, to let him know that if he ever needed you --

You felt your breath get caught in your throat as you were grabbed by the shoulders and forced against the wall, a firm grip holding you in place. You peered up to find your son's best friend towering over you with a dark gaze, the cresent of his nails baring into the fabric of your clothing. If it were anyone else, you might've been frightened.

"Sugu--" Your voice cut short as Suguru leaned down and captured your lips with his. The hairs on your body stood straight, your skin freckling with goosebumps as the pieces began to fall into place. Your son's best friend was kissing you. And the jolt in the pit of your stomach told you that you liked it.

Perhaps even wanting more than you should...

Instinctively, your arms wrapped around his neck, and you brought him closer, his body beginning to press against yours. Suguru seemed to stiffen at first, his own realization dawning on him, and he thought to pull away ... but he felt weakened by the taste of your lips. Sweet and yearning for more of him. A soft groan settled in his throat, and his hands dragged down to hold you by your waist. You felt him lean into you more, hands aching to grab more of you as he deepened the kiss more. You leaned back against the wall, allowing Suguru's hands to venture. You felt his hand lift the front of your blouse slightly, testing the waters of your desire. When he didn't hear your protest, he slipped his hand under the fabric and felt the softness of your skin. You seemed to melt under his touch so easily. He wondered, just how long had it been since you had been touched? His fingers grazed the underside of your breast, and you jolted with a soft moan, the kiss finally break between the two of you. With a lean of his forehead against yours, he stayed there, waiting for you. You were both breathing heavily, a haze of arousal caught in your stares. The both of you knew what you both wanted to happen next...

The question was -- would you both give in?

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A/N: This is just a little warm up, trynna get back into writing! If this is something yall wanna see more of, lemme know. I might be looking to make a part two :)

[winstonsns]

hiii! could you do a johnny x reader in which johnny brings the girl he likes to the curtis house and the gang wingman him sorta? (He ends up asking her out and they end up tg?!?!🎀🎀🎀🎀 idk)

put your head on my shoulder (request)

authors note: i’m out of school!! sorry i’ve been replying to asks late, i do them in order of who asked first :3 i hope you enjoy!!

johnny x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: cussing, joke about sex, mentions of abuse and hitting

johnny and the rest of the gang were walking around town when steve asked, “hey, do y’all wanna go to the diner near that one dairy queen? the one up ahead where it has good hash browns and shit?” they all agree and headed towards the diner.

as they headed towards the diner, johnny couldn’t stop thinking about what he could tell his friends. he wanted them to know about the girl he likes, you, and to maybe get advice from them for what to do about the situation.

when they opened the door to enter the diner, a waiter asked, “hello, i hope you’re having a great day! how many people will be joining us today?” and dally with no hesitation, rudely replied, “the fuck does it look like? count with your own damn eyes.”

the waiter looked down and nodded, soda walked to him and apologized, “sorry about him… we have uh, seven people. thank you.” nodding and smiling at the waiter. he replied but didn’t look back up, “you guys can sit anywhere.” his voice flatter than how it was before, johnny feeling bad for him, knowing how it was to have his day ruined because of one small interaction.

as they passed the waiter, darry chose a booth and they all sat down, steve and soda on the inside of the booth on the left side while pony and johnny were next to them. across from steve was two-bit, darry and dally.

the topic of romantic partners and relationships came up, and johnny thought it was the perfect time to talk about you, just after dally was done talking and trashing on his ex-girlfriend. “man, i just realized sylvia was a fucking bitch, man. she two times me while i was in the cooler, like, who the fuck would think to do that to me?” he shook his head, almost as if he was replying to his own question, “i don’t know, man…”

the others in the booth began to agree, telling him he deserved better. ponyboy looked at johnny, seeing he was trying to say something but kept getting interrupted, so he said, “it’s okay, man. i’ll listen.” and turned his body towards johnny.

he smiled at the younger boy, appreciating that he noticed and observed more than others. blushing, he stated, “well, i’ve been talking to this girl… her name’s y/n and we’ve been hanging out… like, a lot. and she’s real nice, i just don’t know if she likes me—“

dally interrupted, “wait, you’re talking to someone, man? why didn’t you tell us?!!” the whole group started asking him questions, making johnny overwhelmed with too much attention. he muttered, “god, one at a time, man…”

they all started to become quieter, however, two-bit asked, “she a grease or a stuck up prick?” worried that johnny liked someone who wouldn’t be good for him. he hesitantly replied and looked away, “well… she ain’t a greaser but she isn’t stuck up… she’s got money and all that shit, but she’s nice!!”

silence overcame the group, he watched as they slowly started to turn their heads towards each other, wanting someone to say something yet not wanting to be that person. steve decided to speak up and stated, “don’t go for her.”

most of the gang started to agree, johnny feeling ashamed for even opening up to them, but he still really liked you. soda stood up for him, “hey, guys, come on. maybe she’s not that bad, he seems to really like her. you should bring her over to our house, johnny. that way we can meet her, and maybe you dickwads can see how she is before really judging her.”

he smiled at soda, thanking him silently. the gang started to nod and talk amongst themselves, speaking their own ideas to each other. darry stated, “you can bring her over to the house as long as you don’t do anything… bad. soda or someone can help you out, if you need advice for talking to her.”

johnny nodded at him and smiled, grateful for all that the curtis family had done for him. they later ordered their food and it was brought to them, continuing to talk about you and what the plan was if you came over. soda knew the most and had the most experience with girls, he had been in actual serious relationships, unlike dally and the others.

soda and pony would come in and start up a conversation if yours and johnny’s was dying down, eventually wanting to get to the topic of relationships or a vulnerable situation.

the gang had left the diner once they were done with their food, leaving in various ways as to not pay the bill. they walked in the direction of the curtis house, johnny was told to call you and ask you to come over sometime.

when they walked into the house, steve pushed him over to the couch, telling him to grab the phone and call you. johnny looked over to the rest of the gang, seeing them blocking the exits of the room, staring at him intently.

he murmured, “this better work.” and picked up the phone, spinning the dial to call your number that he had memorized. he held the phone up to his ear, hearing your voice and a, “hello? who is this?” his eyes went wide and he tried to keep himself from smiling, his friends quietly cheering him on and laughing softly.

“hey, uh, it’s johnny. do you think you wanna come to my friend’s house tomorrow? i could, um, walk you there. it would be with around six other people, but it’s mostly be us talking— if you’d want that, though.” he asked, his face turning into a shade of red, smiling at how your voice was in his memory.

you exclaimed, “johnnyyy!! i got nervous for a second, didn’t know who it was,” you giggled, “i bet i could go, i hardly have anything tomorrow. walk me there, you’ve been to my house before, you know the way.” he responded, “nice, i’ll be at your house tomorrow around… 2pm? we’d probably only be there around two hours, but um… oh, shoot, i gotta go, sorry. i promise ill be there, talk to you later!!”

you quickly stated, “bye johnnyyy!! i look forward to seeing you tomorrow!!” he hung up fast, he got too nervous when he was talking to you and thought he messed it up. he smiled at them and beamed, “she’s coming tomorrow!!!” all of them starting to talk to each other in happiness, looking forward to seeing you, the girl their friend talked so highly of.

as the day went on, he kept looking forward to being with you, as you wanted to be with him as well. even when he was talking to his friends and you were talking with your parents, you couldn’t stop thinking about each other.

when the day ended, johnny had stayed at the curtis house. he brought a few pairs of clothes, which included his pajamas and the clothes he would be in while he was to be with you. he was in ponyboy’s room, staring at the ceiling, still thinking about what to do when he would see you. ponyboy suddenly asked, “you worried about tomorrow?” and turned his head to johnny.

he thought for a second, not looking at him but stating, “a bit.” he paused, “i don’t wanna mess it up with her, man, she’s amazing…” pony looked into his eyes and knew johnny didn’t want to lose you, pony knew it would go perfectly tomorrow, it was just the way johnny was thinking that was wrong.

johnny fell asleep with you in his mind, and as he woke up, he immediately thought about you. it was in that moment that he realized he really needed that day to go well, he couldn’t handle it if it would go wrong. he got up from pony’s bed and walked into the kitchen, already smelling breakfast, darry, soda and pony already there.

“hey johnny, what took you so long?” soda asked, a little concerned about him. johnny looked to the clock to his left, realizing it was 12pm. he groaned, “shoot, sorry… i didn’t realize it was so late. i should go pick up y/n soon… i really can’t miss it.” putting his head in his hands and murmuring to himself.

he walked to the table and grabbed some breakfast, thanking darry for cooking. he continued talking to the three of them for an hour, he later got up from his chair and headed towards pony’s room, changing into his clothes he would wear to see you.

he walked out and brushed his teeth, talked to pony and his brothers for a few more minutes before the rest of the gang walked into the living room. “you excited, johnny? you guys gonna bang?” two-bit asked, dally laughing at the joke and johnny shaking his head.

“i know you guys just got here, but i gotta pick up y/n. bye.” he ran out of the door and walked in the direction of your house, arriving nearly ten minutes after he left. there was an open gate, seeing a well decorated two story house in front of him.

he looked around before knocking on the door, hearing footsteps and a, “coming!!” before the door opened, showing your happy face and your outfit, well accessorized and well dressed.

he looked at you up and down, thinking you were beautiful. “you look… amazing…” still in shock, not knowing someone could be as good looking as you. you blushed, smiling and him and closing the door behind you, walking towards the curtis house.

“you look real good, too, johnny. you always do.” you complimented, smiling at him. the two of you started up a conversation, still continuing as you got to johnny’s friend’s house. you followed him, watching him open the door and he stated, “don’t be nervous. my friend are real nice.” knowing it was half right and half wrong.

most of the guys were in the kitchen, eating and talking together. johnny introduced you, “this is y/n, she’s my friend i told you about.” you felt a little sad when he said that, wanting something more. and he couldn’t feel worse than how he did when he said that. soda teased, “uh huh, a friend…” the rest of the gang chuckling, you started to blush.

johnny led you to the living room, turning on the television and continuing to talk. he eventually asked if you had dated anyone yet, which you said no to, saying you didn’t think anyone who was up to your standards liked you. he replied, saying he felt the same.

the two of you began to switch the topic and talk about emotional problems that had happened at home or in the past in general. being that vulnerable with each other was something both of you weren’t able to do that often, you had to make people think you were careless yet careful at the same time. johnny didn’t have any reputation to keep up, he just didn’t want to open up to anyone.

as the both of you opened up to each other, he told you about how his parents acted. saying his father would beat him, his parents would yell at him constantly, both hated him. you felt bad, he nearly started to cry, tears forming in his eyes, him feeling embarrassed and biting his lip.

you put your arm around his shoulder and kissed his forehead, telling him, “i’m sorry that happened to you, johnny… you know i’ll always be here for you, right..?” rubbing his shoulder comfortingly and mumbling to him sweet words.

he looked at you with sadness and vulnerability in his eyes, you didn’t know if it was the right time, but you hesitantly leaned towards him. he leaned into you, too, and put his hands on your hips softly, kissing you lightly. when the two of you pulled away and looked to each other, you kissed once again.

then there was silence, one that you didn’t know if you dreaded or not. johnny told you, “i really like you y/n…” then asked, “would you, like, be my girlfriend..?” something he practiced after thoroughly thinking about the flirting signals you would give him.

you exclaimed and smiled with true joy, hugging him and giving him another kiss, telling him ‘yes’ over and over. the rest of the gang were too busy talking to notice the two of you were romantically together now. when it was around 4pm, you told johnny you had to be heading home.

as he walked you back, the two of you held hands and talked about your favorite moments together, times you had tried to flirt with him but he didn’t pick up on it and more.

by the time the both of you were at your house, you thanked him, “thanks for inviting me, talking with you was real fun.. we should do it again sometime. and um, thanks for asking me to be your girlfriend.” he chuckled at the end.

you walked a little closer to him, putting your hands on his chest and giving him a kiss goodbye, waving lowly and walking into your house, locking it behind you.

johnny was ecstatic, the two of you were boyfriend and girlfriend now, and he couldn’t stop smiling as he was walking back to the curtis house. when he opened the door, the whole gang was in the living room, waiting for him to come back.

they asked things like ‘what happened’ ‘did you guys kiss’ ‘are you together’ and more. he smiled widely and stated, “we kissed. and we’re together now too!!” the boys got up and started jumping around, congratulating johnny and cheering for him.

when you were at home, you were calling with your friends and telling them that johnny had asked you to be his girlfriend. they were happy for you, and when you hung up around an hour later, you were still thinking about him. kicking your feet and writing cute letters to him, drawing the two of you as stick figures and hearts around them.

johnny also continued to think about you for days until he saw you again, knowing he was the luckiest guy to ever live because he was with you. he felt a sense of pride, he had done all of that, kissed you and asked you out without any help. he completely ditched the plan and it worked out perfectly.

he would have it no other way.

authors note: sorry i posted this really late! i took a nap LMAO

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: Wally had had no idea what he'd been looking at. Had barely had a reaction to it apart from subtle feelings of anxiety. In fact, it hadn't inspired anything more than a shrug and the thought of, "Neat. It's a tree."

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence.

⭐ ⭐ ⭐ if you haven't read the updated versions of THIRTEEN, FOURTEEN & FIFTEEN, please do so, otherwise this part won't make sense 😅

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.16

Group adjourned with Mr. Martin's instruction to pick anything but Rudy for tomorrow's Movie Night. Maddie split almost immediately; in pursuit of another lead or to stalk Mr. Anderson, Wally wasn't sure, but once he heard the door click behind her, he sagged in relief.

Too soon, he realized. When he looked up he saw Rhonda bolt from her seat and cut through the center of the circle like a shark through water, Charley on her heels.

"What was that?" She challenged, sizing the length of Wally up with a wave of her bare lollipop stem.

"What was what?"

Charley squinted at him, quickly scanned about before he leaned in and furtively said, "Oh, I don't know. How about that monstrosity of a performance you just forced us to participate in?"

Wally gulped, "I—"

"Spare us the crap, puppycat," Rhonda snipped, "We've seen each other's transcripts."

"I saw him misspell fundraiser," Charley added in a mockery of an anecdote Wally had shared during the session. And then, accusingly, "I know you know what a pun looks like."

Wally found himself on the back foot, mind going blank as he groped for an explanation that hedged the truth enough to get him out of Charley and Rhonda's crosshairs, but that didn't expose that he'd already known about the phone call and Mr. Anderson and the hush money.

"I was just...Uh..."

Unfortunately, Charley and Rhonda were too damn smart and your skill of inventing plausible excuses on the spot hadn't yet rubbed off on him. Inwardly, he reinforced his defenses and prepared for the Spanish Inquisition (nobody expects it).

"Wally," Rhonda said, blade-sharp, and Wally winced at her use of his actual name, "I know you think it's sweet to play clueless meathead in front of your crush—"

Oh. Okay. Sure. "That's—"

"—but, trust me, it doesn't work. Don't dumb yourself down just to get her to like you." Rhonda finished with a long-suffering roll of her eyes. An action that translated to mother-hen affection in a normal person.

"Besides," Charley said, a slack hint of sass to his syllables, "I think she just wants to figure things out. Not play tonsil hockey with a ghost who probably shared biology with the teacher that murdered her."

Wally tried to make his face react appropriately, had no idea if he pulled it off, but Charley and Rhonda didn't comment so he assumed it couldn't have been too bad.

"I don't think Mr. A is that old," Wally mumbled, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "But...thanks, guys."

He had to acknowledge that it was nice that his friends cared about him. That they saw him as more than the overexcited golden retriever they often criticized him of being and wanted to make sure he wasn't trying to people-please his way into someone's heart.

Charley's expression mollified, "Anytime, big guy."

In feigned bitterness, "Well, I've done my good deed for the day," Rhonda announced, pushing past Wally to head for the door, "Let's go."

Wally turned as if to follow her, however, he caught Ajay's eye before he could commit to the action. He remembered then what Ajay had told him in the teacher's lounge about showing Wally something he 'needed to see'.

"I'll catch up in a bit," He called after Charley and Rhonda, backstepping toward Ajay to make his intentions obvious.

Charley shot Wally a lazy salute, "We'll be in the library for a while," and then turned on his heel to trail after Rhonda.

After decades of being in each other's pockets, it wasn't uncommon for members of their haunt to seek time one-on-one with each other. Everyone respected the unspoken exclusivity without comment and was especially understanding toward Wally, who had been the only teenage guy amongst them until 1992.

Bernie and Katelynn greeted Wally as he approached Ajay, though soon took their leave, Katelynn with a small and bashful, "See ya, Wally."

"Bye Katy-Cat." He said through a charming smile, ruffling her hair when she came into reach.

Katelynn shoved his arm away playfully, blowing Wally a raspberry before she continued over to the empty circle, immediately setting to work helping Mr. Martin and Bernie stack the chairs.

Wally turned back to Ajay, "Alright, my guy, where to?"

They exited through the side door, sunlight temporarily blinding Wally after having spent an hour sitting in the poorly lit assembly hall. Not giving Wally's eyes a chance to adjust, Ajay took him by the elbow and physically maneuvered him in the right direction.

"It won't seem like much," Ajay said as if in warning, "so you need to trust me." He released Wally's elbow when Wally began to move under his own power, and hurried his stride.

"I do trust you," Wally replied, voice bouncing as he picked up his pace to match Ajay's. "Whatever you're gonna show me, it's gotta be important."

Ajay's ears reddened. "Thank you."

They were headed toward the tree line along the backside of the school, the field spread out to Wally's right. Down the steps, along the path, picnic tables and chainlink fence. Cheerleaders practiced their pyramid and the junior gym class played kickball.

Anxiety began to creep over Wally as they neared the boundary line, a slow and subtle discharge of fear frequency transmitting across his brain in a cold flush.

"Heeey, are you sure this is the right way?" Wally had to ask, his skin starting to feel clammy and too tight on the bones of his fingers. He began to slow his steps, afraid of being circus-canoned back to the 5-yard line, but Ajay plowed ahead without concern. "Dude?"

Wally almost rammed into him for how abruptly Ajay stopped, the toes of Ajay's shoes so close to the invisible line it gave Wally heart palpitations.

"There." Ajay said, pointing at a tree that stood approximately two meters beyond the school grounds.

The tree wasn't anything special. Tall, leafy, burled in various places up its trunk, and roots weaved and whorled around its base, some thick enough to sit on comfortably. Carved initials and numbers and heart shapes by students who'd wanted to immortalize their memory in its bark. It was the kind of thing one would expect from a tree in a private area near a building full of teenagers, really.

"What am I looking at?" Wally asked.

"I don't know what it means, so don't ask me," Ajay stated, clearly preempting that Wally would have questions after whatever Ajay was preparing to demonstrate. Ajay crouched to gather a stone from the ground, "Watch this."

He tossed the stone. It smacked the tree, dislodging a piece of loose bark from the center of a crooked heart—bullseye—and fell without fanfare into a nest of roots, a thin poof of dirt raised on impact.

Wally waited for something to happen. And waited. A n d waited.

"I don't get it." He said after a few uneventful beats. "Was something supposed to happen?"

"It did happen." Ajay insisted, bending to pick up another stone.

That one, he handed to Wally and motioned for him to throw it at the tree. It hit, denting the bark, but again, that was the end of it. Wally peered up at the leaves—unruffled—then down at the roots—inert—and finally back at Ajay who pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Watch this." He commanded, scooping up another stone as he marched a few feet away. "Are you paying attention?" He asked, not unkindly; an earnest bid for Wally's focus.

Wally gave him a tight smile, "Yup," and a thumbs up, taking a few steps closer to prove the point.

Ajay flung the stone. Except, this time, it ricocheted back as soon as it pierced the barrier. Disappeared for a blink and then spat back out, flying in the reverse direction. Ajay threw his arms up and protected his face a split-second before the stone struck him, bouncing off his forearm to land with a thud at his feet.

Wally's jaw dropped, "What the shit?"

"Do you get it now?" Ajay questioned, dusting off his hands as he strolled back to Wally.

With a frown, "Sort of?" Wally reached for the barrier, not quite touching for fear of what could happen and where he'd end up, but just enough to feel its presence warm the palm of his hand. "I guess it would be too easy if we could go through, huh?"

"I attempted it a couple of times," Ajay shook his head, "Either way, the barrier is definitely weakest here. And," He paused, building suspense, "At four other points around the school."

Eyes fixed on the tree, Wally hypothesized, "If we figure out how to weaken it more at any of these points, we might be able to get out of here..."

"We just might," Ajay concurred, "I tried finding information in the library and the computer lab, but—" It was a Christian school board, he didn't have to say, and occult topics were heavily vetted.

There weren't likely to be any useful books available and the online network was limited, browsers blocking sites the school didn't want its students to visit. Wally's knowledge of the latter was an embarrassing smear on his reputation that he'd had to beg Charley to keep secret.

He shoved the memory back in its box and once more buried it in the darkest recesses of his mind.

Never again...

"You think my girl would know how to handle this?" Wally asked despite having already determined he was going to tell you about the barrier's weak points. He just wanted to make sure Ajay was aware and on board.

Ajay shrugged, "She certainly has access to more resources than we do. Couldn't hurt to mention it."

It was settled. Squaring his shoulders and straightening his spine, Wally broke his scrutiny of the tree and turned to Ajay.

"Alright, then, show me what we're working with."

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PART FIFTEEN

note: this was a lot trickier than i thought it would be, but i gotter done 💪 thank you again for your patience and support, fam <3 i'm so lucky to have you guys 😭

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s2 episode 8 thoughts

tears. in my eyes. shaky breathing. oh. okay.

well. no place to start but the beginning.

stares at my laptop screen for a long, long time before typing. give me a minute. allow to me collect myself.

okay. we start with scully's mom narrating. and we learn, thanks to the subtitles, that her mom's name is margaret. this is information i will also be storing in my useless scully facts book.

so we knew she had two brothers, but a sister is also mentioned, named melissa. and we get this story from her childhood, about how dana- which feels wrong for me to type, but i will- was given a bb gun by her brothers, and she joined in with them shooting a snake. but then she realized it was bleeding and she cried as it bled out in her hands and held it while it died. which is already So much to handle. and her mom is saying that she feels how her daughter felt that day watching the animal die.

the next thing we see is mulder is there, and. he's saying it's still too early to know if she's gone. but. well.

we see a gentleman bring something out. and it is a gravestone with her name carved into it.

he turns away like he was burned from even looking at it. and man. that hurt. very badly.

we see that her middle name is katherine. and we learn this because we see it on her gravestone.

he goes back to his place (where he still sleeps on the couch) but then he gets a phone call that they've found her. and he busts into the door when the nurse says he can't go in there. that's our man!

he's screaming at these poor healthcare workers, somewhat rightfully suspicious they're involved with the government who took her, but also man. they don't get paid enough. however, i understand the emotional explosiveness this had to have provoked. so he is really just screaming, at the nurse, at the doctor, demanding to know what the hell happened, where she came from, and he says "i swear i'll do anything, i'll find out what they did to her" while being escorted out

then there is a very tense conversation between the doctor and her mother and him. the doctor must have already have been in quite a state, because mere minutes ago a raving angry man accused him of stealing his friend, and now he's sitting with said angry man explaining that they genuinely have no idea how she got here, and that she has no indication of injury.

we also learn that she had no desire to remain on life support past a certain point. and mulder knows this because. he. he. he uh. well he signed her will.

now i think maybe that's just something you have to do at the fbi and i can see them making a little joke out of it- a nice little trip to get each other's will signed, make a day of it, keep it light and funny- but man. man in this context. oh i'm gonna be Sick.

so we see a woman holding a crystal over her body and we learn it is her sister melissa!!! she's really pretty. she tries to show mulder that you can feel her energy by holding his hands over her but he gets angry and leaves.

(i love this dichotomy here, that somehow the ultra skeptic has a sister who is into talking about spirits and crystals. truly i feel this is what happens to people raised catholic)

at this point i wrote "girl i'm stressed tf out" and yeah. kinda the whole mood.

melissa is saying that his anger and fear is blocking the positive emotions she needs to feel, which echoes my statements about how he has been too cranky this season. but i can't even laugh because the man is in Distress.

he goes back to his place after saying he needs "to do more than just wave his hands", and he's bouncing a basketball and putting tape on his windows. i get it. that oppressive feeling of being unable to sit still. every moment dragging like a lifetime. bounce bounce bounce. he wakes up and rips the tape off his windows.

and back to attending to her bedside. i do not think this man has been clocking into his shift at the fbi.

we see a fellow enter wearing a suit and carrying flowers and i was like oh shit is it last rites time? um. so maybe i don't know what gets worn to a last rites event. i realize my weakness in this area and will do some research when we're done here.

but it's not anyone here to do that- it's frohike, the guy from the lone gunman who was making weird comments about scully! he must have come to pay his last respects. he picks up a clipboard and i thought oh my gosh he's gonna start reciting poetry- but he notices something weird on her chart and sneaks it out

it seems the whole thing was orchestrated, because mulder goes back to the freaks at the lone gunman, who invite him to come over and watch earth 2 and point out the factual inaccuracies- which, all things considered, is very sweet- but they send her blood data to a hacker that uses a richard nixon persona and he says that yeah, her blood is weird. and mulder's like, is she gonna make it, and they say no. it got very somber.

in terms of scully view, we see her on this dock of a boat between life and death. i thought that was nice imagery, and extremely eerie. those around her bedside are on one side of the dock, and it looks like the rope could snap and drift away at any moment.

the nurse comes in to do some blood work and i have another "augh blood" moment. so i look away. and mulder is REALLY pondering her blood. i thought he was honestly gonna take it for himself, maybe bring it in for testing or keep it like an emo.

but no! a strange man in a suit STEALS the blood!

so mulder is back into track star mode and is SPRINTING after this guy. i always forget that he is a runner. and he is RUNNING around this hospital and makes it to the parking lot until...

he is stopped by deep throat 2.0, a man for whom i realize i have no other name. but you know who i'm referring to, right? so i guess that name will work for now. deep throat 2.0 says that mulder needs to stop NOW, and that HE got deep throat 1.0 AND scully killed by looking into things too hard. which is an absolutely awful thing to say btw. deep throat 2.0 has a gun to mulder's head and says to stop searching.

mulder proceeds to run after the blood thief despite these warnings. can't say i blame him. he finds the blood thief!!! and they have a bit of a fight until...

deep throat 2.0, who earlier said he wanted to remain out of this mess, rolls up? so we're getting mixed messages here. and he says i'll take care of this and SHOOTS THE BLOOD THIEF?????? in the head.

back to the hospital. mulder is not pleased about the prospect of life support being removed but melissa says he has to honor her wishes. and he's going on about the blood protein and the doctor is like "why do you think this has anything to do with blood protein" and he Does Not Explain

her mom calls him "fox" again and says this is a moment for the family, but he can come too. and he won't come in. he's the wettest and saddest a man has ever looked as they go in there. and then the rope holding her to the dock of the afterlife is severed.

man. if i had been a contemporary viewer i would have been sobbing. thank god i've seen gifsets that prove this wasn't the end for her. because if i hadn't, i would have been in shambles. i mean i Was in shambles but like i would have been bawling on the floor.

cig man is with skinner. i honestly didn't think we'd get up to any sort of fbi related tasks in this episode, but he hands skinner a report and leaves. and then mulder comes in and denies being involved with the shootout at the hospital

(it's worth noting that he is doing all the denying to be an ass to skinner, and yells about "how does it feel, all the denial")

and he says that it was "cancer man" who took scully. i had been calling him cigarette man, but cancer man is very comparable.

the next thing i wrote was "SKINNER IS A BITCH????" this was because he said that mulder is "just as responsible" as cancer man for scully's situation if he knew the risks of this line of work and didn't warn her.

skinner baby YOU CAN'T SAY THAT? seriously i cannot figure this guy out. every time i think i have a read on him he does something like this that shifts my interpretation. what a horrible thing to say to someone.

cut to scully cam. she's on a table in metaphysical land. and her dad is there. he calls her starbuck and refers to himself as ahab- so the first mate and the captain. and he's monologuing about how he never knew how much he loved her until he realized he could never be with her again, and he says they'll be together "soon", but not now. so i'm wondering if she can hear all of this going on. i would guess so.

mulder is in the cafeteria with melissa and she is trying to talk a bit of sense into him. she says "you could spend the rest of your life finding every person that's responsible and its still not gonna bring her back" and he replies "including myself?"

now usually i would say that mulder taking the blame upon himself is tragic and typical, but here, having it also been implied by skinner AND deep throat 2.0, i am thinking, man, he's got to really believe it, even more so than all the other times he couldn't save everyone. which is. fucked up. so immensely fucked up. i'm sorry you pissed me off last episode baby but we can go to the zoo again like i planned. let's go see some tigers and cheer you up.

a woman walks in and asks him for change for the "cigarette machine", which was the first time in my life i have ever heard the term "cigarette machine", so maybe the earth really is healing

but he finds a pack with an address in it, and then, straight from my notes:

"CIG MAN'S HOUSE. OH MULDER IS THERE AND POINTING A GUN AT HIM. AND ALSO SCREAMING. "why her" oh his finger gets very close to the trigger"

cig man says he likes her and mulder, and. wow. what a despicable human being. he says that he likes mulder more for showing up to his place with a gun. says he's playing the game. mulder seems to have a realization he is acting just like those he swore to destroy and puts the gun down. cig man says it'll be their secret. and also that he was the one that told skinner that mulder shot the guy in the hospital even though he didn't think it was true.

we next see mulder sadly tapping at his computer. he prints a one sentence resignation letter "effective immediately" NOT even a two week's notice, that's how bad they fucked this man up

skinner comes by and says it's unacceptable while mulder is packing all of his things. and mulder says:

"i hate what i've become"

man. fuck. he hates the rage he has been driven to. the loss of control. the way he sees himself as being responsible for deep throat and scully. and all of it stemming from his need for answers, to track down his sister. he hates what that feeling of insufficiency has led him to and the path he now walks upon. hates it. hates his situation and himself and the world.

skinner decides to share some personal story time: he went off to vietnam- willingly enlisting on his 18th birthday. and then while he was there he shot a kid who was covered in grenades. the camera glances back at mulder occasionally, who, despite all of his grief, seems to be consulting his oxford training to try and remember what you're supposed to say to a guy who just told you he killed a child in vietnam.

and then he says he watched all his friends die and that he almost died- he was put in a body bag, and was in a coma for two weeks- and he was too scared to learn what happens next. but mulder isn't. and that's why his resignation is unacceptable.

mulder adds things up and realizes that it was skinner that gave him cancer man's location. again. complicating the vibe i get from skinner in doing something positive now. he says that every day is a risk.

deep throat 2.0 rolls up, saying that the people who did this to scully are going to break into his apartment tonight, and he'll have to kill them. he looks displeased by this- aversion to taking any sort of lives- but resigns himself to it.

so he's in his place in the dark ready to start blasting, when he gets a knock on the door. and it's melissa.

this is where we get the iconic exchange "why is it so dark in here?" "because the lights aren't on" which made me laugh so thoroughly seeing it out of context before i ever decided to watch this show

and melissa is MAD. scully is weakening, and she came to get him to say his goodbyes, but he won't go because. well. shootout is about to go down. this is his ONE chance to learn who did this to scully. but she doesn't know that is why he won't leave, so she YELLS at him, about being in a place even darker than her sister, and asks "why is it so much easier for you to run around trying to get even than just expressing to her how you feel? i expect more from you. dana expects more from you"

and man. those words are heavy. he locks the door, knowing that his place is gonna be robbed, and that he'll never know who hurt her, and comes down to see her.

and he's talking to her. holding her hand. saying he's here. he doesn't know if it'll change anything, but he's here.

when he goes home, his place is entirely ransacked, and he falls to the ground crying. fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. i can't even put into words how bad this broke me. big strong mulder weeping on the ground, his career in shambles and his best friend dead.

i feel like i need to pause there just for how heavy it was. like this was his lowest low. lower than even vampire sex.

but he soon gets a call and he smiles so wide!!! and we learn her eyes are open!! it is the sweetest smile i have ever seen!!!!!!

he gets down to the hospital and she's awake and talking- but she doesn't remember anything- and he, being the insufferable man that he is, says the following:

"i brought you a present (holds up a vhs tape) superstars of the superbowls"

man. man. man. man. she deadpans so quickly. "i knew there was a reason to live"

he must have grabbed a random tape off his shelf and brought it to her with the express intent of antagonizing her back in the realm of the living. and he thought of something to say along with it on the car ride down, his hands shaking. something, anything to make her laugh. a stupid vhs tape. his constant sports references. her quick tongue. oh dear lord help me these two have ruined me.

he gives scully her necklace back, which i wrote about in all caps, while her mother and sister watch

and then we learn that the nurse who was taking special care of her was never actually there when scully wants to thank her and the other nurse is like "um no one who works here has that name" so. SCULLY PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE (POSITIVE)??!?!?!?

overall. man. i am experiencing such a volume of emotions. what the hell. she's back, though. and we saw how much she means to him. and i feel like i could type a million words on the subject but i don't even know what to say because they're still all stuck in my chest. they love each other sososo much.

will he ever tell her what he did in her absence? how he tried to quit? how he broke every rule trying to save her? how he screamed at the doctors, how he broke into cigarette man's house, how he almost pulled the trigger? how he watched a man die when deep throat 2.0 shot him? how he was blamed for her condition by himself and by others? how he left his apartment to be ransacked, giving up his one chance to catch whoever did this to her, to try and let go of his grief and be with her instead? or will he keep quiet except for the latest witticisms and frequent visits and presents and stories by her bedside while she gains strength and recovers?

and how he left, too, when he knew she was okay. how he must have wanted to be there more than anything in the world, but knew she needed to rest, so he left her with her family. how he could breathe easy again. how he had to make it seem like it was cool, and everything was contained.

man. this tv show. i just typed all of those words out and i still feel like i didn't even begin to cover the things i'm feeling. i feel like i need to shake them up and down.

but this should be good, because the x files are reopened... so are we seriously, as the kids say, so back? only time will tell!

[lovedrunkheadcanons]

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(Arranged Marriage Fic) Read on AO3

RATED M

Photo via Rangmang's website

One could equate the ambiance and feel of a Japanese shokudō between a New York street bar and an izakaya. Family friendly and cheap, these quaint-looking nooks and crannies tended to be independently run, smaller, and prioritized their menu on fully prepared entrees, rather than finger food and saké.  

With its retro red and white signage, Rangmang was a cozy little shokudō, located an easy three minute walk from Ebisu station in Roppongi. The establishment was best known for their lightly breaded fried chicken (karaage) and Lemon Sours, where exclusively on Fridays and Saturdays you, and your party, could enjoy a 90 minute all-you-can-eat special, alongside rounds of bottomless beer. 

The air was warm and thick for October. Looking out, Satoru thought this Wednesday night felt a tad busier than most, then again, this part of Roppongi was almost always busy; Tokyoites partaking in a few hours of freedom before work the next day (and the flood of tourists). Jujutsu sorcerers weren’t given such luxuries. There was no such thing as “time off,” evident by the quarter-Dane’s insistence they get together for another debrief. As usual, Utahime and Shoko were invited. Judging from Nanami’s stalwart expression, his intel was not encouraging. 

“The streets are starting to talk,” he began, once they were settled at their table and placed their orders. “They know about Hannah.”

“Not surprising,” Satoru said with a shrug. “We knew they’d catch on eventually.”

“Doesn’t negate the fact she could be at greater risk, doofus,” Utahime bristled. “You should be taking this seriously.”

Satoru turned to issue her a cold stare. “Who said I wasn’t?” 

Uh oh. Best to knock on a stone bridge before crossing it. 

While they were friends, that didn’t make Utahime untouchable in any way, and it was no wonder as to why. She wasn’t blind. Any person with a pair of eyes and an average-sized brain could see he and Hannah had gotten physical. Afterall, no couple made “bedroom” eyes like that unless they were fucking the ever-loving tartersauce out of each other. There was also the fact he genuinely cared for her, and talked about her nonstop. Utahime found Satoru boorish and immature and too powerful for his own good, but Hannah was undoubtedly a central figure in his life. Accost her, cross that stone bridge before knocking, and there’d be hell to pay.

Speaking of which, she should ask Hannah to get tested.

A waitress shortly came with their fried chicken and beer (Satoru substituted for Pepsi). Shoko quietly sipped her IPA, watching her blue-eyed friend with shrewd prudence. She wasn’t much for joining the conversation, merely reading the room, guessing what card he had played. Despite knowing him longer than most, Shoko always found it tricky to gauge which Satoru they were dealing with; the Joker or the Ace. He switched hands on a dime. Made her nervous. 

Kento hadn’t finished.

“That’s not all,” he added. “There’s been some development in the Time Vessel Association’s reemergence. We’ve finally confirmed its new leader. My hunch was correct.” He paused. “It’s him.”

They didn’t say a word. They didn’t have to. At this point, the evidence could drown an entire village; The manipulated curse that attacked Hannah back in April; The two armed thugs Nanami detained at the opera (and brutally interrogated); The weird disappearances and murders. 

Obscure religious groups were not strange to Japan. The country was plagued by NRMs (New Religious Movements). Most were quirky and innocuous. Others were downright dangerous and at times posed a sizable threat to the public. Happy Science, a more modern group, had its own political party and proclaimed fervently, without evidence, that China and North Korea were plotting Japan’s nuclear demise and the country should prepare for invasion. Kaeda Juku did not believe in modern medicine and taught that only special prayers recited by their leader could heal an ailing person. This came asunder when two mummified children were found in their headquarters, having died of medical negligence. Then there was Aum Shinri Kyo, a terrorist organization most infamous for the Subway Sarin Attacks, killing fourteen people and injuring over a  thousand. 

Like deadly viruses, these movements preyed on the vulnerable and oftentimes disbanded, before circumventing and reforming into something far worse. The Toki no Utsuwa no Kai, or Time Vessel Association, had slipped off the police’s radar for years, only to rise back from the grave like a dark twisted phoenix, this time with a new Messianic figurehead, a new “vision.”

For months now, jujutsu’s leading investigators had worked around the clock to uncover the new leader’s name. The residuals, disappearances, and suspicious murders pointed to just one.

“So, the rumors are true,” Shoko drawled, setting her beer on the table. “The crazy dude got himself a cult. What’s the prize for joining, I wonder, a lollipop?”

“Shoko,” The Six Eyes wielder sighed, uninterested in her sarcasm. “Stop.”

Damn it all.

Though he’d been craving some decent fried chicken, Satoru found he wasn’t hungry anymore. He knew he was supposed to do his job, that a number of people were counting on him. He was the Six Eyes wielder, the strongest sorcerer on earth, however the truth of the whole prospect made him sick to his stomach, and there was nothing he could do. The higher-ups had made their choice.

It wasn’t an accident he’d chosen Suguru’s favorite restaurant tonight. Rangmang used to be their hang out. They had stumbled upon it one evening after a grueling mission. It was just the two of them then, laughing at something stupid a curse user had said, ordering karaage, talking the proverbial shit. Teenage boys were good at that sort of thing; causing a ruckus. A lot of fond memories here.

There are few friends you make in life, even fewer worthy enough to be your equal; The whole “he’s got your back, you’ve got his” dynamic. Someone who knows you better than you dare know yourself, someone you might open up to. The first person who made you feel like you weren’t alone in the universe, like you weren’t the only one born different. Born crazy. 

A best friend. A partner. A soulmate.

And then they leave you, crush your heart into a million shattered pieces until it’s only a fragment of what it once was, knowing it’ll never be made whole again, that it’ll never trust.  

You’ll just get left behind.

Satoru stifled down a breath. Suguru’s memory was like an oil stain he couldn’t wash out. Fate seemed insistent on stringing them together - and damn - did it piss him off. He just wanted this pernicious cycle to end. His heart had endured enough beatings, his upbringing notwithstanding. How much more would it take? How many more times must he go through this long, tortured dance? He hadn’t told Hannah the full story yet either. He perished the thought.

“You could do it, Satoru…The impossible…”

“Satoru,” Kento said emphatically, as though reading his brooding mind. “You can’t take any - and I mean any chances now. If you see him, he’s to be killed on sight. No more fooling around. That goes for the rest of you.”

“Got it,” Utahime chimed.

“Mmhm,” grunted Shoko.

Satoru remained silent, peering down at his Pepsi. 

“And another thing, Satoru.”

The Six Eyes wielder looked up at his blond colleague.

Nanami’s steel grey eyes were piercing. “When in public, Hannah is to stay with you at all times. Given what we know, we already suspect there’s a bounty on her head.” He gave his friend a rare, pitying look. “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you twice.”

Satoru closed his fists. He could still feel his wife’s blood bleeding on his fingers, her horrid screams, scenes of the last time he’d failed to keep her safe.

“No,” he answered stoically. “You don’t.”

His eyes returned to his half-empty can. A part of him wished his old man hadn’t abused alcohol. Maybe then he could go home and muster the wherewithal to drink away his sorrows. 

What an absolute, shit-tastic day.

Hannah was home at her library desk, lost in the sentences of a thickly paged book, writing carefully curated notes as she left stickered tabs on the page numbers. The more she read, the more aggravated she became. She hadn’t known what secrets she’d discover upon opening the book, but this? This was unforgivable, a crime to all things sacred. How had it gone on like this without anyone knowing?

The Gojo library was no Wiblingen Monastery. It was no bigger than her bedroom and the architecture was far more quaint in design, walled with elegantly painted shoji and illuminated solely by sun or lamplight. It conserved a few manuscripts believed to be early writings of Lady Murasaki (though this couldn’t be verified), as well as Buddhist sutras, poems, and diary entries written by Gojo ancestors long before. There also existed ancient incantations handed down from progeny to progeny, but those were kept under strict spell and key. However, none of those fascinations mattered to Hannan. The part she loved most about the Gojo library was its serene solitude, a place one could think alone in peace and quiet. 

“What-cha got there?”

Or not.

Hannah peered up to see the most vivid pair of turquoise blue beaming down at her, the look of complete adoration. She recently noticed he had dimples the other day - but nevermind that. She could admire them later, preferably when they were tangled in his (their) bed with no clothes on.

“You said you tested out of high school English, correct?” she asked candidly.

“Sure did.” Satoru quirked a snowy brow. “Why do you ask?”

Hannah closed her notebook and flipped the bigger book to an earlier page, holding it up to him.

“Read this for me; the first paragraph. Anything look off to you?”

Satoru was reticent in taking the book, but  nonetheless followed her instructions. He found her reasoning almost immediately. The book was laden with spelling and grammar mistakes. “Suzie was exciting to go to the parke.”…“Thomas wants to glow up to be a polizman.”…“English is like a magic.” He couldn’t help laughing. There were so many. But that wasn’t all. 

“What the heck?! Even the Japanese segments have errors.” He was outright cackling.

“This,” Hannah pointed to the book, forcing herself not to smile, “is the English textbook Jujutsu High gives their first years. Shoko found me hers. I guess it explains why the school’s English scores have stayed below average for so long.”

“Unreal.” Satoru flipped another page in total bemusement. “Nobody said anything, so I never thought to... “ He gave the subject more thought and felt his grin widen. “This is kinda sad.” The sheer irony. 

Although, he had to correct himself. Satoru quickly recalled the many times he stood listening to Shoko complain about her English classes. “Adachi-sensei can go jump off a bridge,” she would whine. The future physician wasn’t the greatest at explaining things. Looking back, he simply assumed she was being dramatic - that “time of the month” and what not - but nope. Turns out he’d been wrong.  

“Seems Mr. Adachi was rather inept,” Hannah went on. “Must’ve been exaggerating when he said he graduated from Brown.”

Hannah was still sitting in the chair. Satoru came awfully close, bending low to her ear, “Soooooo, does this mean you’re taking his place? Cause if yes, that would make me very,” and looped his arms around her, “very happy.”

She warmly accepted his embrace, resting her head along his chest. “Oh, would it now?”

Having changed from her dress earlier, she felt his hands snake behind and tug on her obi, loosening the ornate drum knot; a pretty burgundy and pomegranate combination. The kimono parted to unveil milk smooth skin, allowing him the satisfaction of trailing butter-soft kisses down her neck.

“Definitely,” he lavished between kisses. “You’d be…a great…teacher.”

Hannah wished she shared even a fraction of his confidence.

“There’s still a lot I don’t know.”

Satoru halted his kisses, voice tender. “You can’t know everything, sweetheart.” He squeezed her tight. “No one does.”

Hannah closed her eyes as he continued peppering her neck, slightly moving her head a fraction to give him access of the other side. “How was Rangmang?”

Satoru went still, a subtle yet prevalent tension in his hold. 

“It was…okay,” he said, breath tickling her skin. “We talked about work.” 

“Just work?” she prompted, hearing a somber tone to his voice. 

Satoru hummed in affirmation. “Yeah. I won’t bore you on the subject. It’s nothing you have to deal with.” He inhaled her scent and sighed deeply, relaxing his shoulders. “Mmm, feels good to be home.”

That seemed to be the only answer she’d get. Hannah too gave a sigh as he held her close. It had been a productive yet tiring evening. 

“Suppose I’ll have to find a proper textbook now, won’t I?” she said.

Satoru hummed his agreement again, burying his nose in the crook of her neck. He glanced back down at the page she had opened.

“Polizzzzzman.”

They both laughed.

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[xstrawberryshiftsx]

How I met my better cr s/o PT11

Part one here!

@starrihideshere @gaiaexploreslife

It had become very clear to everyone at school that Caster and Dove hated each other, as soon as the second day of school started that they despised one another.

It had started off small-glares and scoffs whenever the over one walked past or spoke, then it started to escalate into snide remarks and just plain insults, soon it wasn’t a dislike it was a rivalry and hatred plus it didn’t help that whenever one of them got good marks the other had to have one mark lower-if another won at something wether it be a school reward, game or activity the other came a close second. They were always neck and neck fighting to be the best

…

It was loud and bright, everyone was everywhere. Why on earth did she agree to this? Dove could’ve had an easy night at home with the guys watching some shitty twilight movie but instead she’d decided to go to that stupid party her old friend from primary invited her to. She’d got to the party around 15 minutes ago and was already sick and tired of it, her ‘friend’ had ditched them the moment someone offered a drink and a ciggy, leaving dove alone in the middle of the party surrounded by drunk teenagers.

no way.

no fucking way.

In front of Caster like 5 meters ahead was Dove-fucking-Dove. They were wearing a black lace dress, she had a bulky leather jacket over it and had her pinned back with a dark purple red clip.

the only reason he agreed for Bell to host this party was if NO ONE from school came, excluding James of course

‘Dude-don’t be like alarmed or whatever but I think that’s Dove!!’ James half yelled punching Caster in the shoulder.

‘Oh my god’ Cass groaned at his friend under his breath turning away from him ready to text Bell why the FUCK she invited Dove.

Cassiepoo 🦍: why the hell did u invte dove???

Bell 🔔: i didn’t?!? Ur so obsessed wth her lol ur even hallucinating dumb bitch

Cassiepoo 🦍:Stop being such a cunt why’d u invite jer

Bell🔔: srsly I didn’t…but I did say to some people they could bring a plus one???

read 9:45

sighing Cass put his phone down and turned back to James…who was gone-great

By now dove had noticed his presence and was looking directly at him, her normal obnoxiously large doe eyes where even larger then normal, she looked like a deer in headlights. It was almost laughable.

‘the fuck are you looking at asshole?’ They said stomping over to caster.

‘A stupid bitch’

‘…real original’ she sneered

Cass grinned

‘yeah but it’s true’

Dove fumed and leaned in closer to him now yelling over the loud music. She smelt like strawberries and vanilla, something inside Casters stomach flipped but he chose to set that feeling aside to unpack later.

‘I thought it was me who got 100% on the last test…didn’t you get 96%?’ She smirked pointing a finger at his chest, when she smiled her nose scrunched up it was cute-fuck nope Nuh uh she was annoying and mean and ugly, Cass hated Dove and it was gonna stay that way.

‘I only lost because I was sick-‘

‘yeah sure keep telling yourself that buddy’ she turned away from him and sauntered off.

he watched her walk away scratching his head, what was going on with him?

…

Caster was an attractive guy-still a cunt-but attractive, it was normal…rational even that she was slightly attracted to him, key word ‘slightly’.

walking outside Dove flopped themselves down on the patio couch, pulling out their vape they took a hit breathing out slowly watching the smoke flow, she closed her eyes finally away from the hustle and bustle.

‘wow vaping should’ve guessed’

fucking caster

‘piss off mate’ she replied not opening her eyes.

she felt the couch lift up as he sat down next to her

‘why are you out here?’

Dove opened her eyes and sighed taking another hit.

‘my friend ditched me, thought I’d find her out here’ she took the clip out of her hair and pushed it inside her jacket pocket, her hair always got messy in the cold air and no amount of hair clips would hold down the frizz.

‘my friend ditched me-I came out here to make fun of you but that’s kinda off the table’

he grinned stretching out on the couch and in retaliation Dove shoved him and threw the vape at him.

‘why’s it off the table? Finally realised I’m better then you?’

Caster took a hit from the vape, strawberry, of course.

‘nah just feel sorry for you-pitiful looking thing aren’t you?’ Dove snatched back the vape and scowled crossing her arms.

‘you never have a nice thing to say do you?’

Caster paused

‘nah not really’

do y’all want a part three?

also comment if you want a tag for the next one! <3

[disposal-blueeee]

halloween thing i drew for an art trade with @cherry-207 ! she asked for edgar and scri dressed as angel and devil . you can see her part here !

edgar vargas belongs to jhonen vasquez

scriabin belongs to @zarla-s

[inkyshark]

I am currently working at a Goodly William thrift store as a cashier and I have had a time of it.

Anyway, I was checking this customer out and she had two cds: a metal band I can't recall and Hilary Duff. I asked if she had checked the cds, she hadn't, so I checked and said that the Hilary Duff had a skip ring on it, but it wasn't bad and should play okay.

She said 'Oh, that's fine. I collect them for the aesthetics. They're so cool, like some sort of lost technology.' and inflicted psychic damage on me. I just paused for a second and I'm glad I at least had a face mask on to hide the confusion, read her total, and had to tell her we don't have a tap reader.

I need a new job asap...

[tinybitofhope]

tfw one of ur ‘best friends’ is so damn dramatic and emotional abt everything

[fifteensjukebox]

i haaate writing texts to people i barely talk to who also happen to not be Online people like. what version of myself am i allowed to be here

[astrxealis]

i don't have bg3 yet so i can't make gifs of my tav and whatnot but when i finally do you can bet my creative spirit will be truly back

[adhderall]

if I turn off reblogs I always make sure to turn off the option that lets others blaze it (lol) too because although it's EXTREMELY UNLIKELY (this is a very irrational thought) part of me is paranoid that if I don't, some petty ass fucker is gonna pay real money to broadcast my dumb posts just to spite me.

[lestatlioncunt]

idk what's so embarrassing about talking of your ocs with your irls, it's like yea they are little guys living in my brain i'm sorry do i sound weird