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[seeingivy]

first meeting 

eren jaeger x f! reader 

in which, your old roommate forgets to mention she can’t room with you next year - leaving you with no housing prospects. that is until you meet eren jaeger. 

**roommate eren fic masterlist here

-  

With an unfortunate twist of fate, you curse Shiganshina University for randomizing dorm assignments for first year students. Just your luck, you were stuck with a red haired girl named Nifa, who was so forgetful you think she’d forget her head if it wasn’t attached to her. 

What did she forget this time? To tell you that she was rooming with Nanaba for the next year, leaving you out of housing for the summer and the following year. You groan, snapping the pencil clasped in your fingers at the thought of seeing her when you return to your dorm later today. 

“What gives?” 

You turn to find your coworker, Armin, staring at the broken pieces of pencil discarded on your desk. You groan in response, resting the top of your head against the desk. 

“My roommate. She didn’t tell me she didn’t want to room with me next year and she was the one who reserved housing for the both of us. I didn’t reserve on my own and now all of the rooms are full.” 

He looks over at you, silently handing you a pack of the sour gummy worms he kept in the bottom desk of his drawer. While he usually kept them for the students he was tutoring, he figured the situation called for it. You knew he was awkward and you warm at the thought of this being his way of trying to comfort you. 

“I hope you figure it out, Y/N.” 

- 

You shoved the broken remnants of the pencil you just snapped into the trashcan near your desk, collecting your thoughts. 

“No room?” asks Armin, peering across to your cubicle. 

“Nope. I’m going to be homeless this time tomorrow.” 

Finding a roommate turned out to be harder than you thought it would be. Since everyone already had to reserve the rooms a while back, no one was really looking for extra roommates anymore. You tried your luck on renting a room in the houses and apartments nearby. 

They were all too weird to live with. They were too loud, super messy, rent cost too much, they wanted you to sleep in a bathtub, the list went on. You weirdly found out that your Political Science professor Erwin was dating your Physics professor Levi, when they were selling the apartment they shared to get a house. 

“I’d take you in if I could, but my girlfriend Annie lives in the spare room in Jean and I’s apartment.” says Armin, shooting you a sorrowful look. 

You nod in acknowledgement, shooting him a smile for trying to help in whatever ways he could. 

“You can sleep at my place till you figure something out, okay?” 

You nod, turning back to making the assignment sheets for your session later today. You shoot Sasha a text in the meantime, asking her if you can sleep at her place the day after tomorrow, not wanting to overstay your time at Armin’s. 

- 

Armin, Annie, and Jean are more than accommodating, which leads you to crying puddles over their kitchen sink. The stress of the situation catches up to you, realizing you had nowhere to live indefinitely. 

Jean offers you a plate of warm food, saying you can sleep in his bed as long as you need to. Armin and Annie tend to help you set up your stuff, making sure you have towels, face wash, a toothbrush for the few days you would be staying with them. 

After calming down and taking a shower, you dress yourself into your most comfortable pajamas and meet the three of them in the common room. They decide to run a few errands, grabbing snacks for you all to eat over the course of the weekend. You decide to watch Mulan on Armin’s Disney Plus account while you wait. 

You hear Armin’s bathroom door close and jump at the sight of a tall, brown haired boy padding out to sit on the couch next to you.

“Who are you?” he asks, not looking up from the Wordscape he was playing on his phone. 

“Y/N. I work with Armin. I’m going to be staying here tonight. Who are you?” 

“Eren.” 

You nod, turning back to watch the movie. He grabs the top of your head, twisting your head so you’re looking right at him. 

“Five letter word. Letters are O, E, R, V, and L.” 

You grab the phone from his hand, staring at the crossword ahead of you. 

“Did you try ROLE?” 

“First word I picked. And it’s five letters, silly girl.” 

“Oh! That’s easy. The word is Lover.” you respond, sliding the letters on the screen, the screen covering with confetti. He turns to you, giving you a halfhearted smile in response to passing the level. 

Armin, Jean, and Annie return thirty minutes later, double checking you were comfortable with sleeping in Jean’s bed and that you had every need. You thank them for their kindness, heading to bed for the day. 

As you lie in his bed, your heart heavies at the thought of where you’re going to sleep tomorrow. And the day after that.  

- 

You return to Armin’s apartment after six days, having exhausted all options of people to stay with. You stayed with Sasha, Connie, Historia and Ymir, Marco (big mistake, he’s a sleepwalker), and even your Physics professor Levi and his partner Erwin you had met while house hunting, who you accidentally ended up sobbing to during a problem solving session. 

You’re settled on their couch again, the four of you watching Get Out. Halfway through the movie, Eren nearly scares the shit out of all of you, your heart pounding as he creeps in through the door. 

“You’re back, silly girl. What gives?” he asks, opening one of Armin’s cans of Celcius. 

“Still didn’t find a place to live.” you respond, scratching at the back of his neck. 

You see a confused look of plaster on his face, as he darts his eyes to Armin looking for an explanation. 

“Housing problems, her old roommate kind of sucked. She’s been out of a place for a week now, hopping from place to place every night.” he responds. 

He looks back at you, his green eyes flashing a look you had never seen before. Granted, you had only met him once before this but it was enough to warrant a weird feeling from you. 

“Speed round. Answer whatever I say silly girl, okay?” 

“What?” 

“Favorite color?” 

“Green.” 

“Stable income?” 

“Two jobs. And a decent savings account.” 

“Attention to detail?” 

“You wouldn’t believe it.” 

“Boyfriend?” 

“Not currently.” 

“Loud friends who overstay their visit?” 

“I think I’m the friend who is currently overstaying her visit.” 

“Raging partier?” 

“Homebody ‘till I die. ” 

“Loud?” 

“So quiet my professor forgot I was in the room with him.” 

He stops, the gears in his head moving. Jean and Armin share a confused glance, Annie having given up on trying to understand Eren years ago. 

“I have an extra room at my place. My old roommate just graduated and I need someone to fill the spot. If you can pay the rent by next week, it’s yours.” 

You swear you could kiss him on the spot. He’s offering you a place to live. You reach over the couch, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Thank you, Eren. Really.” 

You break apart from the hug, your noses a few feet apart. You smile at him, your eyes darting between his green eyes. You tense at the contact, suddenly realizing how close the two of you are standing. You let go abruptly and he scratches the back of his head, instructing you to pack your things so you can settle into the room now. 

- 

“Ann’, hundred bucks they start dating by the end of next year.” 

“Raise it to a hundred and to the end of next semester. You’re on, Kirschtein.” 

“Should we really be profiting off of our friends' love lives?” 

“Shut up, Armin.”

- 

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[neo404]

Reader and nick are on there first date while matt and chris are wearing disguises at another table Trying to make sure their brother is okay

Surprise.

I can only imagine Chris and Matt wearing a top hat, with fake mustaches and beards on, also Matt probably has fake glasses on. And Chris did the goofy ‘holes on the newspaper’ thing like on the cartoons.

Summary: you and Nick go out for a casual dinner date at a local restaurant, without knowing that the table next to you was booked by a couple of weird guys.

Chris pov.

‘’This won’t work.’’ Matt says.

‘’It WILL. Look at you Matt, I don’t recognize you, you are Mister Bernard right there.’’ I look at myself in the mirror and I take a couple of pictures. ‘’Come on, it will be fun. Plus, we are watching over our Nick.’’

‘’But he doesn’t seem like a bad guy, plus, I’m sure Nick can beat him up.’’

‘’It’s not about beating him up Matt, it’s about feelings, you can’t beat up someone with a broken heart.’’

‘’I’d say you’d be more likely to beat them up harder with a broken heart, but whatever.’’

We drive to the restaurant we dropped Nick at, we reserved a table placed strategically NEXT to them. The perfect spot to spy… I mean, watch over Nick.

‘’This is silly.’’ Matt mutters.

‘’The reservation to what name is places?’’ the waiter looks at us.

‘’Bernard.’’ I smile widely.

‘’You have to be kidding me.’’ Matt whispers.

‘’All right. Sir Bernard, is placed outside, follow me, I’ll show you your table.’’ We go to our table, right next to them. I sit and pull out my newspaper and put it into the table. Looking over at Nick and then to Matt, trying my best to not laugh.

Nicks pov

‘’Are you serious?’’ I say under my breath as I see Chris and Matt walk in the restaurant with the silliest, wort disguise in human history. They look straight out of an asylum.

‘’Everything okay?’’ my crush, the boy I like, the boy I am in love with, sitting right in front of me, on this amazing date that we have been planning for weeks, doesn’t know about the presence of my two stupid brother right beside us.

‘’Yeah, all good. Do you like the place I choose?’’ I smile at him, trying to ignore Chris’ annoying voice.

‘’Yes, it’s very pretty. I love the string lights they have here.’’ God, he’s so cute. Why do they hate to ruin my night? They’ll never hear the end of this.

‘’Yes, that’s one of the reasons I chose it, it has an amazing decoration. Do you want some desert, I heard the sweets here are amazing, or if you like, we can go have ice cream at another place.’’ He smiles widely.

‘’Yeah, I’d love that, there’s a store a few blocks from here that sells ice cream and you can add like 3 to 5 topping, depending on how much you pay.’’

‘’That sounds amazing. I can’t wait to go there.’’ I can’t wait to get out of here, I don’t want to be near Chris and Matt.

‘’I really liked the food here, again, thanks for the invitation.’’

‘’It’s nothing, since I asked you out, I just thought it would make sense that dinner was on me.’’

‘’I thought it would make sense that dinner was on me, what a dork.’’ I hear from the table besides us and I clench my jaw.

‘’Haha, still, thanks Nick. Next date it’s on me.’’

‘’Next date?’’

‘’Shh Matt, you are talking to loud.’’

‘’Whatever, Mr. quiet.’’

I let out a sigh, grabbing the change and de receipt from the check-holder. ‘’Ready to go to eat ice cream.’’

‘’Yes, I’m so excited. You are gonna love the place. It has this animal plushies on shelves and the music is so relaxing.’’ He says smiling as he stands up and slides his chair into the table.

‘’Oh, excuse me young man.’’ Chris says to him in a bad faked southern accent. ‘’can you please take a photo of me and my pal here?’’

‘’Ah, yeah. Of course.’’ He smiles at them, he’s too kind for his own good. He takes the phone from Chris’ hands and takes pictures of them. ‘’There you go sir.’’ He hands the phone back after a few pictures.

‘’All right, let’s go, before it gets late and the ice cream shop closes.’’

‘’Right, right. Well, bye Chris, bye Matt, see you guys later.’’

‘’What? I don’t know ho you are talking about. We are Mr. Bernard and Mr… Pepso. Yes, Mr. Pepso from Alabama.’’ Chris tries to hold his laugh in, but fails and burst out laughing.

‘’How did you know?’’ I look at him. God, this is so embarrassing, I cover my face with one hand. ‘’I’m so sorry, I didn’t know they were doing this.’’

‘’It’s all right, it was funny seeing them dressed like this.’’ He laughs a bit. ‘’You guys need to work on your southern accent. Anyways, enjoy your meal. Will Mr. Bernard and Mr. Pepso from Alabama join us for dessert?’’

‘’God, don’t indulge these kids more.’’

‘’We’ll catch up with you. Plus, I’m the one driving Nick home. So, yeah, we’ll see you at the ice cream shop.’’ Matt says drinking what appears to be lemonade.

‘’All right. See you later guys.’’ He waves at them and walks smiling out of the restaurant.

‘’You better come up with a good explanation by the time we arrive home, or you’ll fucking regret this.’’ I threaten them in a low voice.

‘’Come on, he was having fun.’’

‘’MY date. Stay out kids.’’ I glare at them, walking outside the restaurant with him.

‘’So… Mr. Pepso and Bernard…’’

‘’Don’t… please, let’s just have fun the two of us.’’ He smiles warmly at me, grabbing my hand we start walking to the ice cream shop while talking about nothing and everything.

[kenny-the-ken]

Alone at Last Pt 1

Kyle's fic should be out already by the time this gets posted, so I hope you guys enjoy it!! This one I am sooooo excited for, I might actually make it a small series, drug dealer Kenny is my weakness, cause he most definitely would sell drugs, and take drugs most likely. Warnings: NSFW content, not suitable for minors, drugs, alcohol and strong language!! AGED UP CHARACTERS

"Let's get the fuck outta hear." Kenny spoke to you on the phone, he'd had another argument with his parents, and this was the final straw.

"They think I'm a like a charity! I sell drugs for a living, I ain't gonna make no money if they keep taking all my product!" He shouted, loud enough for his parents to hear, and you could hear them screaming back at him in the background.

"Ken, babe, come over." Your tone was gentle, calming, and that was just what Kenny needed right now, he physically and mentally couldn't take it anymore. He was trying his best to make the most out of a shitty situation, and once again his parents were ruining it.

"I will babe, not until I pack all my shit first, I ain't coming back to this shithole, I'd rather shoot myself in the head again, it's more enjoyable." He shouted back at his parents, and you knew his frustrations. You and Kenny had been dating for a while now (3 years), and you had lost track of how many arguments he and his parents have had over the years, and how many times Kenny had appeared at your house, battered and bruised.

"My mom's out, Ken. Come over." You said once more, and Kenny let out a long sigh, you could hear rustling in the background, as if things were being put into plastic bags.

"I'll be there in ten. I love you."

"I love you too, Ken."

And with that the line went dead. You knew Kenny's resolve was worn incredibly thin, much like your own. Your mother was no where near as bad as Kenny's parents, but she put drugs and men before you, she always had and she always would. You were just thankful that you were an only child, Kenny wasn't that lucky.

You sat pondering in your own thoughts as you heard a loud knock at the door, and you opened it, Kenny walking inside, his car parked outside, and looking full to the brim with his possessions.

"When's your mom coming back?" Kenny asked, wrapping his slender arms delicately around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Not a fucking clue, she never even tells me when she's heading out, never mind when she's coming back. Why, what's wrong?" You enquired, wrapping your own arms around Kenny's neck, balancing on your tip toes to place a kiss on his lips before he spoke.

"I meant what I said on the phone, y/n. Pack your stuff, we're getting the fuck outta this god forsaken town once and for all. Somewhere we'll not be judged for not being well off, somewhere we can actually thrive together. The only good thing that's came from living here is meeting you, please say you'll come with me?" His eyes were soft, pleading with you to join him, and you smiled back at him, his serious face melting away into one of sheer relief.

"Let's do it. We've got each other, we don't need anyone or anything else. Come help me pack." You spoke, taking Kenny by the hand, leading him to your bedroom.

"We could always get frisky before we go." Kenny flirted, giving your ass a slap, making you jump in surprise, spinning to look at him.

"Or I could suck you off while you drive down the freeway?" You offered, knowing that Kenny would never turn down an offer like that.

"Then what are we waiting for babe, let's get your stuff packed and get this show on the road!" Kenny exclaimed, a smirk on his face as you both began cramming clothes, shoes, makeup and anything else you owned into two large suitcases. You lifted your glass bong and Kenny took it from you.

"I've got a box in the back of the car that this can go into so it doesn't get broken, babe." He said, pulling an unlit joint from his jacket pocket, placing it delicately between his chapped, pale pink lips and sparking it up, taking a long drag of it and exhaling, passing it to you.

"You ready to go, babe?" You asked as Kenny took down one of the pictures from your bedroom wall, and put it under his arm.

"Can't forget our prom photo, now can we? Now get your sexy ass into the car and I'll bring your stuff out and put it in the back." Kenny spoke, as you passed the joint back to him, it now hanging from his lips lazily as he puffed on it a few times.

And finally, once everything was inside, you both smiled at each other, smoking the joint between you both as Kenny rolled down all the windows as the car reached the last part of South Park.

"See you never, assholes!" Kenny shouted from the window, and you let out a few whoops yourself, both of you smiling stupidly at each other on your way to make a new life.

[pokequirks]

category: dumbair

katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

synopsis: katsuki getting serious, trip to korea and his concerns.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: +18.

note: second of category. third chapter of the series (should i make a masterlist?)

You two spent the rest of the morning together, at least what was left of it. Watching news, ordering food delivery and taking advantage of the free day that you both share. 

"I should turn on my phone" You said, heading to your belongins under Katsuki's gaze. Numerous buzzes and notifications. "Ah, shit..." You whisper.

"What's wrong?" Katsuki asks, clearly annoyed, being almost sure it was your shitty ex.

"Kijun, he's been calling like crazy" You sigh "I'll have to go to Korea."

Katsuki briefly felt like all that was built yesterday night was falling into pieces. What if you two made up? What if he finds a way to make you stay? What if he's again left there with a broken heart?

"I'm serius with you."

"Wanna go with me?"

You both speak at the same time. Katsuki's confussion and worriness disguised with his frown. Your gentle smile and eyes looking at him from above.

"I mean, if you want to go, we should sleep at my apartment. That motherfucker thinks he has some right over it".

"I'll talk to Deku,'' Katsuki said, standing and holding his phone. "I'm really serius with you. I don't want you to leave me here again for a shitty clown. Don't know how ya’ feel about marriage now, but in the future if you feel it's fine please let me know."

Katsuki finished and excused himself in order to call Deku and inform him about his trip with you and that he would be taking an extra day off, since he always took just one.

From the office Midoriya smiled happily for Katsuki and you. Finally taking place where you both belonged. With each other. Of course, he was alredy aware of the broken compromise between you and your Korean fianceé.

And you, you were left there thinking about marriage. Marriage with Katsuki. The sensation of hot cheeks as you thought about getting married to him. However, you know you have things to talk to a terapist and heal some others. So, yeah, you wouldn't probably think a lot about getting married in the near future.

For now you will only focus on being a good hero, reconnect with old friends and...

"It's done," Katsuki announced, getting out of his bedroom.

Him.

You and Katsuki had arrived at the café where you and Kijun had decided to speak. Quick kiss on his lips before separating, he going to a kinda far table, still in your vision range, and you sitting in front of the man that once was your fianceé.

"So in the end I was always right, huh?" He asks with a sarcastic tone in his voice.

"We remainded friends until the night I flew back after taking you out of my apartment" He clenched his jaw, "Katsuki fucked me really well that night and he'll do the same tonight."

"I think we should sell and split the money," he changes the subject "after all, it is under our names."

"You only paid the first two three months of maintenance fee, I gave the entrace and the rest of the apartment because you 'weren't a pro hero and didn't make as much money as me', am I wrong?"

"Ahg, then give me the car and the months I paid."

"You serious? I paid for the car, the only thing you paid was the insurance and this last month you asked me to pay it," Kijun throwed his head back and complained. On the other tables people started to whisper looking at your table. "Be an adult and keep it quiet."

"Then what do you want me to do? Wanna leave me here with nothing?"

"Even after what you did I do not wish you anything bad," you sighed "I suppose you're living with the journalist and I think I can sell you the car at market price minus the amount of insurance you have paid."

"I guess that's fine..."

You reunited with Katsuki after finishing the chat with your ex. He had finished his coffee and even took your recommendation on the strawberry cheesecake. He gave you the last bite as he saw that fucker heading out the café.

"Hey look at me," Bright green eyes looking at him, lashes bating and blushed cheeks "I love you, Tsukipie."

"Uhm? I love you too," he responds, caresing the palm of your hand "What deal did the shitman and you make?"

You playfully roll your eyes and look at him, "I'll sell him the car, I'm not gonna need it since I'll only come back in order to do community work in rural areas."

Katsuki hummed and nodded.

"You could come with me and take vacations at the farms."

"I would like that."

You took Katsuki to eat street food and convenience store noodles, things you usually eated while studying and working. Maybe that was the reason why you were able to save up a good amount of money. Been now aware of your bad habits during your living in Korea Katsuki wasn't really happy about it.

"Did you really eat this shit for years?"

"Yeah, and well, not like years, for field work we were sent to towns with farms and a metheorological agency," you explained "in my free time I went to these farms and help elders with rain and harvesting the crops."

"Sure they gave you marital proposses" Katsuki whispered as you two walked down the street to wait for the bus.

"Yeah," you giggle, holding his hand "I already had Kijun and before I had you..."

"You always had me, dumbair."

"You used to call me that before you fell with me!" You took a seat at the parade, Katsuki beside you.

"Yeah, ya fell with me too." 

"Yes, I did" You kiss one of his cheeks and giggle at the sight of rosy color in them.

You took out your phone, briefly going through news on the local main app and telling Katsuki about them, like the idol you like and showcases held. Until one catched Katsuki's attention.

"That one has your hero name."

"Uh?"

You click on it and it displays a whole article about your café visit. They called him your boyfriend and others actually revealed that he is Dynamight, the number 2 in Japan.

"What does it say about me?"

"That you're my boyfriend and hero number 2 in Japan, they put nice pics of you," you show him "my boyfriend is really handsome."

Bakugo proudly smiled at your commentary, of course he is. Katsuki saw the bus approaching and indicated to you to stand up.

Once at your apartment and before Katsuki entered the bathroom you took his wrist.

"Can we try something?"

Now you were both naked. Katsuki seated with oppened legs and hands on your ass as you devour his mouth and roll your hips over his tip. Tits at his neck level. Quiet moans on his lips as you work through your orgam.

"Wanna be inside...," He whispers, breaking the conection with your lips and taking care of your tits "so bad."

You hummed, feeling all over the place. Your hands running over his muscular shoulders and blonde hair, barely taking time to think before holding his dick and putting it inside you.

"Ah, fuck," you moan, hips rolling even harder until Bakugo cruelly holds your body still and pulls it againts him, "shit, Kats, let me..."

"Kats? Dunno him" he teases, sucking on your tits, "say my name, dumbair."

"Tsukipie, wanna come, please, Tsuki" You beg and he smiles at your desesperation.

He puts you down, legs on his shoulders as he violently penetrates your pussy, one hand messing with your clit and the other holding you still. You squirm under his touch, strong hold on the bed sheets, tears running down your cheeks and pleads comming out your lips.

"Oh my God, Katsuki!" You scream loudly and he pulls out finishing on your clit.

He touches you, your skin twitches at every little friction. Chest going up and down as you tried to recover. He comes to you after a while, starts cleaning his art on your pussy. Then he pulls you closer and you smell him.

"Tired," you whisper.

"Sleep baby, you were awesome," Katsuki whispers too and he leaves a kiss on your forehead.

Katsuki's eyes traveled to the window, he could see the moon shining. And you are lying by his side. He wondered how much that bliss was going to last, how much time you were going to be with him. Utterly concerned for the future, after all...

"Tsukipie..."

"Hum?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

[stupidsagestars]

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : food play [ ice cream ] , mentions of marks and scratches, inappropriate language, raw sex ( I might be missing some )

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: matsukawa works at the local ceX to earn some extra cash, he meets you, a girl who has a bunch of odd stuff she wants to trade and a great sense of humor. One thing leads to another and things get spicy.

-★ this is so cheesy but I love it

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𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who's been working part-time at the cex near his college for the past month and god is it the worst. Everyday he's had to deal with sweaty, obnoxious people trying to trade their gross shit, and buy stupid things, he doesn't even get paid enough to deal with it all. Well anyway there's no point in complaining it's not like he wanted to quit, he needed any extra money he could get.

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who quietly curses when he hears the doors open. He doesn't bother lifting his head to look at who enters, he's way too tired for that, instead he's playing subway surfers on his phone, tapping his fingers on the counter.

He snaps his head up at the sound of something hitting the counter. Immediately he locks eyes with the most beautiful woman he's ever seen in his life.

"Hi!" You say giving him a small wave.

"Hi. Uh what's all this?" He says, slipping his phone in his pocket.

"Just some stuff I'd like to sell." You hum, looking around awkwardly.

"You're welcome to take me through it." He mumbles.

"Great! So we've got this uh, half broken ukele." You say, pulling out a completely broken piece of loose strings and peeling paint.

Matsukawa scoffs. "Are you serious?" He asks.

"Excuse me this is perfectly playable!" You say, frowning at him.

"Oh my god, you're actually being serious." He says looking at you with shock although he was secretly enjoying this alot.

"Look, I can play something."

You strum the ukele and shockingly the last intact string breaks.

"Great." He says sarcastically.

"Give me a break, I'm sure none of the shit here is super clean and fully working."

He sighs before standing up and emptying the box.

"Let's make this quick for both of us." He says slowly.

"why'd you work here anyway?" You ask trying to make small talk. You couldn't help but steal glances at him whilst he looked through the junk you bought in. He was so goddamn attractive, it made you feel hot and bothered just standing next to him.

"college." he mumbles.

You scoff before saying, "I can't believe you!'

𝐜𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who looks at you confused. "What?"

"A college student can't help another college student out??"

He can't help but chuckle at what you said.

"Hot" He says giving you a flirty look.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that." You say rolling your eyes at him although your mind is buzzing at the comment, A HOT GUY JUST CALLED YOU HOT Y/N!!!!!!!!!

"Did you go to a garage sale before coming here? There's so much random shit in here."

"Of course I went to a garage sale dumbass, I'm 21 years old why the hell would I have a toy xylophone lying around?"

He pretends to act shocked, "that's really mean because I actually own two of those."

You playfully stick your tongue at him to which he smiles at you.

He takes a look at the many items spread out on the counter.

" Well out of all these many, many, many things I'll trade 3."

"Lovely." You say sticking your hand out for him to shake. He firmly grips your hand making you feel incredibly flustered but you play it off quite well.

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who is absolutely mesmerized by you. You were just so.. so attractive? Your humour matched with his perfectly, your voice was so, soothing, imagine having that moaning his name?? Imagine if he had you ride him on that same chair, he wouldn't even mind fucking you on the floor.

Why did you make him so horny, maybe it was because he hadn't fucked in a while, I mean this stupid store seemed to be repelling every girl away from him but what if he was attracted to you, like properly attracted?

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who's trying to find the keys to his dorm when he hears a familiar voice from behind me.

"ceX guy!" you say but quickly regret it feeling your face get hot.

You're extremely surprised to see him, you're initially looking for your best friend Kiyoko who you're sure lived on this floor.

He turns round to see a familiar face behind him.

"sex guy?? so that's your little nickname for me?" He smirks at your stunned face that looked like it wanted to jump out of the window.

"shut up." Is all you manage to come up with.

"Well, here we are at the same college, we're in the same building, same year, we really are the perfect pair!" He laughs, scratching hair as he slowly eyes you up and down taking in all of your curves.

"unfortunately not, you play toy xylophones, I'm a bit more advanced I play toy keyboards." You hum, smiling at him.

He puts his hand on his chest in shock. " I can't believe you! How could you??"

Mattsun loves the feeling you're giving him just by talking to you, he hasn't felt this alive in ages.

"well I'll see you around, oh and do you know anyone called Kiyoko and does she live on this floor??"

"Tanaka's girlfriend? She lives upstairs I think." He mumbles, trying to think of an excuse to spend some more time with you.

"And also.. I mean I know I've known you for about 1-2 hours but can I don't know, have a fun little sleep over with you. I left my keys at the store."

You can feel your heart about to explode and your eyes about to pop out of their sockets.

"You?? Mr Sex Guy?? Sleep over??" You ask and he shrugs his shoulders.

"We could make the best fort and also I'm currently Mr ceX guy not Sex Guy unless you wanted the latter of course." He says enjoying the flustered look on your face

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who ends up following you up to your dorm, throwing in some flirty comments throughout the journey.

"we are 2 adults. 2 sexy adults, 2 adults who should be no strangers to some very freaky sex which I think we should indulge in, it's human nature honey"

"Are you drunk?"

"no but I'm super horny, I bet you're super kinky." He retorts.

You kick him in the shins before opening the door to your dorm.

"Are you like the official advocator for sex?" You say.

"Just for you honey." He says letting the nickname roll of his tongue.

"This place is nice." He says, kicking off his trainers and taking a seat on the couch.

"Ice cream?" You ask him, walking over to the fridge.

"Ooh yes, what flavour??"

"Uhh I got either Mint, Strawberry and Rocky Road."

"Why not all 3?" He asks and you chuckle, coming back with a massive bowl of ice cream and two spoons. Mattsun's eyes immediately travel down to your ass, thinking about how fun it'd be to spank it till it's sore. He's definitely take a picture, your ass with his handprint clearly marked on it, damn would that be great.

"Hold." You tell him so you could get the remote to which he replies, " I've got slippery hands, I don't know if I can manage."

"Well if you don't you're licking it off the floor."

"I bet you'd love that."

"Maybe."

"Fuck. That makes me want to do it now."

"I'm not stopping you."

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who's never felt better sitting down with a girl who he's extremely attracted to and watching fallen angels. This. This is the sort of life he's been yearning for. The two of you weren't cuddling or sitting closely with each other yet somehow each others presence seemed comforting.

"this film's so confusing yet so good." You mutter, eyes glued to the screen whilst you licked the ice cream off the spoon.

Even though this was one of his favourite films Mattsun was only interested in you. Your pretty little face that had the most angelic smile he had ever seen.

He immediately turns red when you turn to notice him staring at you.

"Are you admiring me?"

"Yes."

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who can't control himself anymore and decides to move closer to you and kiss you. He was expecting to just give you a small peck on the lips but instead gets to indulge in a long sensual kiss.

You both are left to stare at each other breathless and drooling.

"Fuck." You breathe out.

"Well are we going to continue?" He says impatiently, biting his lip.

" I mean we might as well."

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who's got you spread on your bed completely naked, his tongue alone has made you cum twice. He's got the bowl of ice cream in his hands and he's giving you the most sensual look ever.

"if anything you're the kinky one." You say in gasps, still unable to talk properly after continuosly moaning his name for god knows how long.

You immediately moan from the sensation of the cold delight touching your stomach.

Mattsun licks it with ease, sticking his tongue at you before swallowing.

"d'you want some?"

You nod at him, eager to know what he would try next.

This time he scoops a handful of ice cream and smears it across your breasts.

"oh no! I made a mess." He says in a raspy voice letting his saliva fall down onto your breasts.

You can't help but moan loudly at the sight infront of you. He lazily swirls his hand in the mixture of ice cream and saliva and shoves it in your mouth.

"tastes good doesn't it?"

You nod, making sure to swallow everything.

He slips of his boxers finally making him fully naked and immediately pushes his girthy length inside of you.

"oh my god- why is your dick so big." You moan thoughtlessly, seriously shocked.

"I dunno, d'you like it? I mean I've already shoved it down your throat, I'd assume you were used to the size by-" He stops himself with a deep groan.

Your walls are sucking him deeper and deeper into your pussy, the thought of having to pull out was so so painful.

"Ugh honey you're pussy is addictive." He moans out as he continues to pound into you at a shocking speed.

Your moans are so addictive to him, the way your eyes roll back, it's all so sexy.

Mattsun being Mattsun though, he can't just fuck your pussy boringly not without the bowl of ice cream that was lying next to him. There's still some left and he doesn't want to waste food. He lets one hand rest on your hips and uses the other to pick up the bowl.

His hands can barely hold the damn thing properly because of how weak he feels, how weak you're making him feel. Your moans are shorter and even more ragged which tells him you're close. He lets the ice cream fall onto the floor, ignoring how the bowl shatters, as he pulls out and cums on the sheets. You cum straight after and you don't have the energy to say or do anything. Your legs are sore and your whole chest is decorated with scratch and bite marks.

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who has just enough energy to pull you under the covers with him before falling asleep.

--★---★

LIKE FOR A PART 2 WHICH IM HONESTLY SO TEMPTED TO DO, MAYBE LIKE A MORNING AFTER OR A FEW WEEKS? THIS WAS ACTUALLY SO FUN TO WRITE I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED , LIKES, REBLOGS AND FOLLOWS R APPRECIATED.

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[taleofharrison]

AN: I wrote this ages ago and I randomly decided to expand on it lol and here we go.

Steve is a model, he moved to LA with Eddie the moment Eddie got his record deal. It was probably the easiest decision he had ever made, his parents still travelled a lot and his best friends had left Hawkins for college and other projects so he didn't anything left in Hawkins.

They lived in the cheapest apartment they could find near the record label's office, Steve got a full time job while Eddie had a part time job since he had to be free to record demos, talk to execs and essentially work towards releasing an album.

Eventually when the money became more steady and Corroded Coffin started making noise in the scene Steve got a part time job and started joining the guys on the studio and photoshoots. That's how he got discovered by a photographer who thought he'd look good in an upcoming fashion campaign and from that moment on Steve's career as a model just sky rocketed to the point he was considering acting too.

Steve became familiar to the fandom often being there and even could be found in music videos, he was as loved as the rest of the band was and Eddie couldn't have been prouder, that's why the decision made by their label of keeping his relationship private was devasting, hard and upsetting.

After the kiss at the sold out show, the press was crazy and fans connected all the dots. It made sense now why Eddie rejected all the groupies while it seemed like the rest of the group left the concerts with a different person every time.

Headlines were a mess. "EDDIE MUNSON OFF THE MARKET" "EDDIE MUNSON'S NEW FLING. DISCOVER WHO HE IS" "EDDIE MUNSON'S FIRST PUBLIC RELATIONSHIP: WILL THIS LAST?"

To the managers and PR team this was a mess and a crisis of sorts. The sex, drugs and rock&roll life they wanted to sell was broken. Eddie didn't give a shit though. He didn't pay attention nor care to listen to whatever the label had to say, it was his life and his career at the end of the day.

"You two" Greg, the manager spoke over the phone "have to give an interview together, make it seem like you got together during the tour"

The reporters from People magazine arrived to the their shared house in Beverly Hills. Contrary to popular belief, it wasn't a mansion. After growing in the biggest and emptiest house of Hawkins the last thing Steve wanted was a huge house and Eddie just wanted Steve to be happy. Their house had 3 bedrooms, enough to have Wayne or friends over a few days and an extra room for when they were ready for kids, it was perfect.

"How long have you been together?" The reporter asked once they sat in the living room.

"Straight to the point, I see" Eddie chuckled "since high school pretty much"

"Eddie!" Steve exclaimed. He had off script but it only took one look from Eddie to follow along "well he's a year older than me and I had already graduated when we got together"

"Well I was about to start my third try on my senior year, so to me we have been dating since high school" Eddie explained further "we got together summer of 85 while he was selling ice creams in the cutest sailor outfit"

"You said you wouldn't bring that up!" Steve groaned.

"I can't help it. That really caught my eye back then" Eddie "I have photos of that, do you want to see them?"

The reporter was caught off guard when Eddie suddenly addressed him, it didn't take much to notice that if they were together, they acted as if no one else was around them.

"Uh no, it's fine" he stammered "that's not the point of the article anyways"

"Thank you" Steve spoke again "so what else do you want to know?"

After the interview and the reporter left Eddie and Steve fixed themselves some snacks and wine.

"You went off script" Steve told him "your label is gonna flip"

"Yeah, well" Eddie said after taking a sip of wine "all I care about is finally getting to kiss you whenever and wherever I want"

Eddie leaned in for a kiss which Steve gladly accepted, he was so glad Eddie went off script.

"And just in time for the Grammy's" Eddie suddenly remembered "you'll be my plus one and we'll walk the red carpet together"

[synthsays]

Red Dead Modern AU: Synth Edition!

Sorry it took me so long to get it out there but it's here now and I love what I've made up so far >:D

They live out in the country first of all. Let's just say the town is Valentine (cuz I like the name). Dutch Hosea and Susan all co-own a big two story house (similar to the shady belle one but smaller and better kept together) and they own a decent plot of land where there's a handful of mobile home style smaller houses that the rest of the gang live in (some have tents and cars and stuff like that too) They also have cows and horses on their land too. There's and old run down church not far from the camp that's near a creek so they had a stock hold of stuff there (Reverend chills there too cuz I said so).

Now to get into the individual peeps.

So the town of Valentine is pretty far out there so they don't have a fully functioning police system, Dutch offers his men to help with standard stuff and to still have crime control without having to call out an actual squad of police (kind of like in Rhodes with the Grays) Colm Odriscoll also has a couple of his men in the basically volunteer police department so there's some rivalry there. The real rivalry started with a bar fight in the 90s between Colm and Dutch that ended with Annabel and Colm's brother both dying (they "took it outside" into the woofs so there were no witnesses besides them and Hosea) Basically they were both like "I won't turn you in if you don't turn me in" so it was a stalemate. Colm ODriscoll owns one of those all boys reform school ranches that turn out to be abusive, that's where Kieran works as a stable hand of course (Colm has his gang of people aside from the school). So basically Ducth has somewhat control over this town plus a rivalry with Colm. He's still a little crazy so he basically how they get Kieran to join there side is threatening him with incriminating evidence agaist him (dutch knows the reform school is bad so he's like "Hey kieran ur gonna get arrested big time cuz u work there even tho you didn't do anything we have this fake evidence agaist you so join us instead) so now he just is a stable hand at a different place. Now as I mentioned Strauss is the most tech savvy of them all (surprising ik) because he basically scams people online. So strauss is usually on the family computer which is just a clunky 2000s pc Hosea bought cuz he wanted to be cool and impress the kids. How they met John is that he was about to get dragged away by some police officer cuz he didn't have a guardian around or something but Dutch ran up to him like "That's where you are! Moms worried sick. Don't you ever run away again r- uuuuh *looks to Hoseas* rrrip...Van Winkle! Let's get you home, thank you officer." And the rest was history ig

Arthur: helps mostly on the farm with the cows and stuff (cowpoke lol), owns a really beat up truck (John crashed it)

Dutch: no license lol, manages money for the farm, selling etc., is a conspiracy theorist he has one of those red string boards, probably stays up all night looking at his phone (facebook), tries to be "hip" but fails miserably, infinite amount of Hawaiian shirts where dies he keep getting these-

Hosea: used to own a motorcycle, crashed it unfortunately, shoplifts because he thinks it's funny, is actually cool unlike Dutch, has a garden.

John: dropped out of highschool rip, ran away 100 times as a kid but always called when he was like somehow 15 miles away like "mom come pick me up I'm scared", duct tapes whatever is broken no matter what it is. Works with cows on the farm but usually let's arthur do the actual work

Tilly: most put together of the main family. Student teacher at the school, likes hunting and has deer antlers in her room, helps mostly with the horses on the farm.

Charles: national park ranger (works at the nearest one even though it's still a 2 hours drive or something like that so he wakes up really early), has a blog about nature and park rangers stuff.

MaryBeth: has a book club (they meet in the cafe every Friday 3 pm), fanfic writer, would have a pretty huge following

Pearson: owns a cafe (saves a table area for Mary beth on fridays), has a huge postcard collection, watches cooking TV shows religiously lol

Susan: facebook gossip (has one of those old lady groups), principal at the school, cigarette mom

Sadie: Works for animal control, owns a cabin with Jake

Kieran: loves bass pro, works as a stable hand, plays those stupid horse care mobile games, has a yt channel (centered around horses)

MaryBeth: has a book club (they meet in the cafe every Friday 3 pm), fanfic writer, would have a pretty huge following

Susan: facebook gossip (has one of those old lady groups), principal at the school, cigarette mom

Sadie: Works for animal control, owns a cabin with Jake

Kieran: loves bass pro, works as a stable hand, plays those stupid horse care mobile kids games, has a yt channel (centered around horses)

Trelawny: van life style travels around the country in a caravan, also has a yt channel the videos usually only have a couple likes, maybe one or two comments (centered very random stuff mostly magic tricks)

That's all I've got but RARARRA THE LORE I WILL GO INSANE PLZ ASK ME ABOUT IT!

[weilongfu]

MingKit: Revenge time. Kit wears a lacy, risqué lingerie bodysuit on a night out with their friend group, since Ming is always showing off the goods.

It wasn't uncommon for the Wild Doctors and their boyfriends to go on a group date. In fact most of the bars near their college looked forward to the business since Forth and Ming drank like fish, Beam drank like a whale, and Pha's credit card never bounced. Plus six incredibly attractive boys did wonders for business when one sold alcohol to broken hearted individuals at a "discount" when they found out none of them were available.

(One bar in particular had starting selling "consolation shot flights" with six shots, each one themed after one of the boys. It was a best seller, even with those who hadn't been turned down.)

But it was incredibly uncommon that Ming was shooed out the door of his shared apartment with Kit as the older boy claimed he wanted privacy for getting ready for date night. Kit even went so far as to tell Ming to go on ahead and he'd catch a ride with Pha and Yo.

"It's a surprise, Moong Ming. How am I supposed to surprise you when you keep trying to take peeks from the couch?"

"But P'Kit!" Ming put on his best puppy eyes. "I don't want to be surprised, I want to see what you're going to wear noooooowwwwwww!"

Kit's only reply was to shove Ming's keys, wallet, and phone into his hands and then lock the door. At the bar, Beam kept shooting Ming looks as his bouncing leg shook the table full of drinks.

"What are you so anxious for, nong? It's just Ai Kitty. So he wants to surprise you tonight, what's the big deal?"

"P'Kit doesn't usually surprise me like this." Ming fussed with his drink and Forth scoffed. "I'm too excited."

"Well don't be too eager to burst, it'd spoil P'Kit's fun," Yo said as he walked up to the table, Pha not far behind at all, and only the hint of Kit hiding behind his larger friend.

"Na, P'Kit, are you trying to surprise me or punish me!" Ming complained. "Stop hiding!"

"Maybe it's both," Kit said as he stepped out from behind Pha. "Now it's payback for all the times you've gone around flaunting everywhere."

Air escaped Ming's throat, but no sound came out. Kit didn't shy away from wearing slim cut or even the occasional skinny jeans, but tonight they were extra tight, as if Kit had painted them on. Just barely counting as a shirt, Kit's mesh top was incredibly sheer, allowing anyone and everyone to see his lithe and toned body with just a hint of sparkle about his nipples as well.

"P'Kit, I didn't notice you got your nipples pierced!" Yo said as he clapped a little. "It looks very good on you!"

"That's the real surprise I suppose," Kit said while winking. Yo giggled and Pha rolled his eyes as he took his seat. "Now Moong Ming, what do you have to say?"

Ming remained silent until Yo smacked the back of his head where he yelped and blinked several times before rushing over, picking up Kit, and throwing the shorter boy over his shoulder. "Wow, it's so late already guys, I think P'Kit and I should go home. And sleep. Shower and then sleep. Yeah, gosh P'Kit, what did you do to get this dirt all over you? I'll absolutely need to help you wash your back to reach it all..."

"Moong Ming, you idiot! Put me down!"

"If I do, someone else is surely going to pick you up instead and I can't let that happen!"

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[lastlycoris]

So my boss in the prison medical wing is Dr. Nora Fries (pronounced freeze). She's an MD-Ph.D, both a military doctor and a biomedical engineer specializing in prosthetics. It's said that all warsuits that the rich people keep for "personal protection" are derivatives from her initial work. Her criminal moniker is Dr. Fries, which kinda just shows how infamous she is - you know - that they just outright use her name.

As for why she's here, that goes back two decades ago according to personnel here. Mostly to warn me to not mention the former company GothCorp she and her husband (important later) worked at. Because this lady has two obsessions: to restore her husband from a cryogenic freeze without killing him and getting revenge on the company that caused it.

I don't really know about their personal lives. Just two strange people meeting in college and fell in love. Eventually their paths had it so they ended up working in the same company.

Her husband was a specialist in cryogenics, Ph.Ds in physics, engineering and chemistry. And the hopes were to make a chemical gel that could easily preserve pharmaceuticals and food at the end of a cold chain.

And then an accident occurred when the company decided to scuttle the project for insurance purposes and blame Mr. Fries. Of course, this information came out much later.

In any case, they still call those series of small inhabitable inter-connected islands, where the Factory was housed, the Ice Rink. Because every so often, a vat of what's being called Friesium would rupture and instantly send everything in the area to below liquid nitrogen temperatures, which is not survivable.

Logs showed that one of the researchers noticed something was wrong with the chemical vats and sounded the alarm for evacuation to get everyone else out. The six that remained, including Dr. Fries's husband, were required to prevent the entire factory from freezing everyone instantly.

People do not survive getting frozen solid without help - if the initial freeze doesn't kill them, the defrosting will. However, logs apparently showed that Fries's husband had injected everyone with an experimental cryoprotectant fifteen minutes prior to the cryoexplosion - preventing the nastier effects like water expanding to ice to rupture cells - and a single outgoing phone call to his wife.

The rest is history. Dr. Fries makes the first prototype warsuit in three days, a suit impervious to cold and sudden pressure changes from extreme temp drops, and marches in to retrieve the lab members. Ferris Boyle, the president, tries to pull the plug stating it's futile and expensive to continue keeping the six on ice, and Dr. Fries offers the cryosuit design to make payment. He accepts and then goes back on their deal stating it never happened - and then claims it was an attempt at a bribe to prevent him from revealing that it was her husband and lab team that sabotaged the factory.

And I guess that was the moment where she descended into supervillainry.

It was quiet for a week as the Board argued about the PR nightmare pulling the plug would do, even if they claimed these were the ones that caused it.

Then someone armed to the teeth in a shiny warsuit decided to break into GothCorp with a bunch of goons to retrieve the pods - who were funded by the money she got for selling a simplified warsuit design to different criminal factions and companies . And then she declared war on GothCorp.

Now this is twenty years ago before this era of superheroes and supervillains. That warsuit was the pinnacle of high tech at its time, and it singlehandedly brought the military to the city after a month. Why they didn't come sooner was because she was very selective with the damage. Only to GothCorp assets and zero casualties beyond the broken bones people dumb enough to physically get in a walking tank's way.

She singlehandedly brought the company to near bankruptcy. And the military only helped because the company took up a military contact on a very big deficit. Otherwise, they would've just treated it as a civil matter for the police to deal with. After all, no dead people, damage only to private property, and it wouldn't look nice if the military got their asses handed over to them too.

It wasn't even the military that got her in the end. It was some fresh detective named Gordon, now Commisioner, who figured out where she's hiding because running cryogenic preservation for six people took a stable large supply of electricity.

A deal was made between the two. Nora voluntarily surrendered after five days. Gordon discovered the system logs from the factory, showing the company's sabotage of its own factory. Wayne Industries makes a generous offer to preserving and eventually finding a cure for the frozen researchers.

And she's been researching cryogenics in prison every day ever since. The only prisoner. allowed her own laptop and allowed outside to visit her husband every month as part of the unusual deal made with the police.

Except now that Wayne Industries took a severe blow after their Tower collapsed and President kidnapped and probably dead, the frozen six apparently moved to some no-name company, and the decaying law and order of our city, it seems she's taking matters into her own hands because it looks like no one can keep the people she wants to protect safe. At least that's what it seems like.

Makes me wonder, if their places were switched, whether her husband would show the same single-minded devotion to her.

I certainly hope so.

[cakemagemaeve]

So today's the 6th anniversary of Sharif's death. I can't believe he's been gone so long. I can't believe his grave is now someone's driveway. I still can't believe it's really over. To say that I miss him with all my heart would be an understatement the size of Jupiter. Part of me still can't even accept that he's gone, that I'm never going to see him again. Part of me still feels like if I were to drive down to one of the barns I had him at, he'd be there waiting for me to give him a treat and a hug. I'd give damn near anything just to be able to give that horse one last hug, or even just to hear his soft nicker that he did every time he saw me coming.

Honestly, I still feel as though a large part of me died when he did. It's like someone ripped out huge chunks of my heart and soul and burned them away, leaving only gaping wounds and cinders behind. I see reminders of him everywhere, I keep as many reminders of him with me as I can at all times, and each and every one of them hurts like a half-healed wound getting poked and prodded, but I know that not having them would be even more painful.

I wear a bracelet with his tail-hair braided into it, I hung his halter on the wall just above my pillow, and sometimes at night I reach up and just hold onto it for a while. My phone's lock-screen is a picture of Sharif. My phone's background is a different picture of Sharif. In every video game that has horses, I always try to find one that looks like him and then name that horse after him, even if it requires mods to do so. I named my Galarian Rapidash Sharif, because frankly it's almost exactly what I always thought a Pokemon version of Sharif would be like, right down to the typing. Seriously, it's damn near perfect. Sharif's barn nickname was Princess Unicorn for a reason, after all.

He was a purebred (though not registered) Arabian, and like most Arabian horses, he was beautiful and he knew it. <333 And yet, as prissy as he was, he was also one of the sweetest and most loving horses I've ever had the privilege of meeting. Even at the beginning when I was having so much trouble with him (long story short, his previous owner was a liar and a cheat who claimed he was fully green broken and safe to ride when he very much wasn't, and may have even drugged him the day I went out there for a test ride), he was still so affectionate and so very eager to please even though he was scared and confused.

It really was a very difficult experience for a while, and I even briefly considered selling him (sending him back to that woman was out of the question), but ultimately I couldn't give up on him, and I'm so glad I didn't. All of the pain and frustration of those first few months ended up being more than worth it, because I got to spend 20 years with the most amazing and wonderful horse in the world. We had so many adventures together, we had so much fun together, and when I was going through some of the worst years of my life, he was the only thing that kept me going. Honestly, if it weren't for Sharif I probably wouldn't have made it through my teen years. I know I was incredibly lucky to have had him in my life for so long, and it's not that I'm not grateful for it by any means, but god, it wasn't long enough. It wasn't anywhere near long enough. As my icon says, forever would not have been long enough.

Anyway, what was just supposed to be a short post ended up running a liiiittle bit long, and to make up for that I'll end this by sharing one of my all-time favorite pictures of me and Sharif.

[fakesurprise]

Of Spirits and Unwise Choices

The park was called Remedy, back when it was going to be be of those zero-sum-zero housing developments boasting about being green. But turning a park into condos proved a hard sell, and the only green was the money being thrown at the city and lobbies. The park had been half-torn up before they left and the city somehow had no funds to fix it even if they’d accepted a small fortune to ruin it. Remedy remained the name, the old truth of the park gone: a statement and warning. People stopped going to it. Stories spread.

You could see ghosts there, some people said. The kind that changed you, and weren’t really ghosts. Sometimes people went into it after dark and they never came out quite the same after. It wasn’t everyone, and it was always someone who knew someone rather than Lu-Ellen who you could just meet, but the stories stuck. No one had proof, but no one one disputed that they were true. Until Rexford. No one should name a kid that. But he was on the football team, cruising toward a scholarship at one of those universities that existed just as a sports stadium where academics were just a side hustle.

He went in there with six friends, overnight four months back. Girl Guides had the week before, but they were Girl Guides. You don’t mess with them. One of his friends was hesitant, everyone mentioned the scouts and laughed. Rexford hasn’t played a single game since. His other friends seemed fine, but he was all distant and quiet now. His parents had him on drugs to ‘bring him home’ like some kind of soldier with PTSD, but his other friends said they’d only heard voices and seen shadows and nothing else.

The team had tanked since, and Rexford wasn’t that important, so they were all lying. The city put up a new fence around the park. And tonight, well, tonight Dad and I had that fight again. What I’d do after school, if I had any ambitions, what kind of person I’d be. I don’t want to waste the trust fund from Uncle Ahn on schooling that would lead nowhere. We exchanged shouts, because Mom was away for work and not there to step between us. I slammed the door when I left and just walked.

I didn’t have a costume, despite it being Halloween. When anyone asked, I said my costume had been pretending not to be me for years. Some got it. Most didn’t. I’d left my phone, so I felt more naked than normal, and hadn’t even been aware I was heading to Remedy until I was there. Someone had taken bolt cutters to the fence in a couple of places, but there were two rent-a-thugs circling the park, and a police car a block away with people near it.

I used the distraction of some kids shouting at them and just walked up to the torn fence and into the park without much thought beyond proving something to Dad.

Beyond the fence was overgrown greenery and thin, gnarled trees. The park should have had large trees in the decade since the project ended, but everything looked wrecked. As if the park had decided to remind everyone of what happened to it. It was a silly thought, but I didn’t laugh. I realized, fifteen steps in, that I couldn’t hear the sirens that were close enough to hear.

I turned back, and the fence was there. It wasn’t a horror movie. ‘The world is that,’ is something Zhang would have said if he was here. But his family was on some vacation that let him out of school. They had Plans for him, and he was just going along with it. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to work in a pharmacy like Mom or help run a store like Dad did. The both wanted more for me, and from me, but we couldn’t agree on any of what that was. It was hard to win a fight when you couldn’t articulate what you were fighting for.

So I walked. I’d never been on a sport or team beyond a bit of soccer that didn’t care who I was. Everything else wanted labels like we were pieces of clothing and not people. The park still had a path, mostly overgrown. The benches were mostly broken, not that I was going to sit at them. Not even when I saw a than sitting on one of the benches. I’d never seen one of the spirits grandma talked about, but I could see through it: the spirit looked a little like a person, and somewhat like a flower.

“Hello?” I said.

“You should not be here. This is not a safe night. Not a safe place,” the spirit whispered.

“I can go,” I snapped, turning.

“I am afraid not.”

The path hadn’t changed. I could see the city over the stunted trees, but there was a coldness in the air that held me.

I made a noise.

A boy came down the path from further into the park. He was eleven, and took my fear away. Mostly because he was barefoot, wearing a kilt and blouse along with a formal vest, all of which had was white. He was wearing a white cloak done up to look like a ghost in a cheap movie, but looked very proud of it.

“Hi!” His grin was huge and friendly and somehow knocked the fear out of me.

“You should not be here,” the – not a than, not a spirit, something wholly other – whispered from inside the shadows.

“Oh! I shouldn’t be lots of places but! that’s often why I should be there.” The boy bounded over beside me.

“There is an evil spirit here. It isn’t wrong,” I said. “Run.”

The boy looked like he knew how to run.

Instead he let out a huge, impressive sigh. “Lots of spirits get all kinds of weirdy around Halloween you know!”

“This one has come freely,” the voice said, only it was more than one voice. Soft. Cold. Hungry. A loud pop filled the air, making my ears ring.

“– belongs to us now,” the spirits hissed.

“Wow! I know you’re extra hungry, but Chau isn’t that,” the boy said firmly.

“.... I never said my name.” My voice was funny to my ears.

“I am really jaysome at knowing names,” the boy offered. “Mine is Jay!”

Somehow, the park felt less cold. I could almost see shadows dissolve, fading and folding away like some kind of alien origami.

There was a sound, a hiss, a feeling I had no words for.

“There’s no need to be mean-face,” Jay said, and the boy had my right hand in his left, casual. “Chau made a mistake, because people do that and! sometimes they’re just mistakes that aren’t oopses so we’re going to leave.”

“NO.” It wasn’t a voice, it was something felt instead of heard.

“Man. I promised Honcho I wouldn’t do anything scary at all today and sometimes that’s really hard when you’re not scary but you can scare people,” Jay said.

Somehow, that made sense.

“But I’m not alone because of very good reasons,” Jay added proudly. “I brought Charlie and she’s really good at doing helpings.”

The woman who came from the direction of the hole in the fence I’d come from wasn’t in a hurry. She moved like she was resigned: 20s, also dressed up like a ghost but in her case she just had a black sheet on. Her skin was proper goth-pale and she looked about at the shadows with a careful scowl.

“Hi, Charlie! This is Chau and they kind of got lost and! some spirits are not being jaysome,” Jay said firmly.

“And you haven’t hugged them yet?” Charlie asked.

“They don’t want to be hugged because they like being mad?” And Jay sounded so baffled at that that I had no idea why I thought he was an old as eleven even though I knew he was. That, also, made perfect sense in the moment.

“Mmmm.” Charlie glanced about behind me. “You’re not harming anyone tonight or ever again.”

The words weren’t a request. They weren’t even a demand. It was a casual fact of someone who knew they’d be listened to.

Something hissed in the darkness that wasn’t a spirit at all.

Charlie snorted. “You can’t scare me. Trust me on that. And Jay won’t let you scare Chau. So you’re going to let us leave without issue, or I am going to get cross with you.”

There was a cold, empty silence in response to that.

Charlie shifted slightly one shoe to another. “Don’t.” And she snapped the fingers of her right hand.

Nothing happened, that I could tell, but the sense of danger was gone.

“That wasn’t a proper exorcism: this is a bad night to do those, and I don’t think what is here deserves that treatment. The spirits have earned their anger, so I won’t take that from them. Unless you make me,” Charlie added, raising her voice slightly.

There was no reply at all, and we walked back to the fence without issue. Jay let go of my hand once we were outside it and bounded into Charlie to hug her.

“That was extra jaysome!”

Charlie laughed, ruffling Jay’s hair with one hand. “I do have my moments, and the park will be okay in time. It met you.”

The boy somehow grinned even wider, and then spun back to face me. “Do you want to be a ghost too? I made a lot of sheets into costumes!”

I hesitated.

“Sometimes it’s nice to not be seen, because sometimes we don’t want to be seen by us,” Jay said.

I stared at the boy.

Innocence stared up at me.

I put on a rainbow sheet, and got candy at six houses on the way back home. Charlie didn’t come up to the door. Jay always got extra candy, and talked to everyone like he was friends with them. Mostly he didn’t make sense, except to whoever he talked to.

I let him go to the last house alone and looked at Charlie. “I never told him my name.”

“Jay is good with names. Among many other things,” she said, dry and gentle. “You’ll find his name in your phone: only call if someone really needs help. Jay doesn’t stop helping once he starts.”

“He can do things, like you?”

“Not like me, but yes.”

“In the park, when the air went – odd?”

Charlie’s smile isn’t Jay’s. Nothing human can be that. But she understood, somehow, in ways only human. “Jay wasn’t going to let the spirits of that place misgender you no matter the promise he made to not do certain things. He knows things. And made certain I did to so I didn’t make a mistake myself.”

“Oh.”

“Yo should go home: your family is likely worried, and that park won’t be safe for a long time.”

“Even if you could make it safe?”

“Some places need to be what they are, unsafe or not. It’s not something Jay quite understands, but warning others will be wise. There are spirits there, even if they are not what you would call spirits and have shapes I hope you never know nor feel.” Charlie pulled out a phone from her pocket, checking a text like anyone else would. “Good. Honcho is done helping others who ran into the spirits, so we’ll see what the next town needs soon.”

“Thank you,” I got out.

“I’m just glad we could help,” she said, and walked over to Jay as he bounded back to us. They talked, and Jay waved, and I wasn’t surprised when Jay took her hand and they vanished. It wasn’t even surprising that no one else noticed that happen.

I finished the walk back home, went inside. Dad was in the living room, TV on to the news. He only listened to the news when he was worried.

“Dad?” He turned the tv off at my tone.

I stepped in and hugged him.

“Chau.”

“Thank you,” I said. “It was a good fight.”

“Pardon?”

“I needed a yell, and you let me. I’m good. There was – school stuff. Zhang. Just a lot, and the future is too soon and I’m scared.”

Dad let out a breath. “We all are. We all are.”

And we hugged again, and that was the only treat that mattered.

[honeyyoubetter-believeitsbutter]

so there was this girl who I thought was so cool in high school. My first three years I would see her around school and was like omg please look at me please talk to me notice me befriend me see me. we had no classes together, but sophomore year I had English class with one of her friends. Paired for a project and I found out we had a lot in common. We watched the same shows and listened to the same music, but never became more than good classmates.

I remember sitting near her and her friends at lunch and hoping to god someone brought me into their conversation because I wanted to be her friend so bad, her specifically, but nope! I was so painful awkward that I ended up eating my lunch either all alone or at the office with the front desk lady I befriended freshman year.

but senior year the planets aligned and we happed to both sign up for the same elective literature class! SCORE! Now all I had to do was talk to her…

the first weeks I would do nothing but stare at her from across the room. Her cool round wired glasses, her freckles, her earrings! The books she carried. Her big school sweater. your girl was obsessed.

I would leave my books on top of my desk hoping she would walk by, notice them and start a conversation with me. I would linger after class so we would 'accidentally' bump into each other at the door. Nada. So one day I just summoned all my courage and told her I really liked her earrings.

I bumped into her at the door after class and stopped her before she could head down the hallway in the opposite direction. She said thanks and smiled and told me where she got them from. A small Etsy shop that sells horror movie themed jewelry. So fucking cool.

I nodded and had half a mind to wave goodbye to her before running away. I locked myself in the bathroom and fist bumped the air, trying to calm my nerves before heading to math class.

Turns out she's shyer than me! She was always the last to leave the classroom so I would pack my things as slowly as possible so we could walk out together. Everyday she would wear new earrings and every day I would catch her outside the classroom door and compliment them.

Short three sentence conversation expanded slowly and I ended up walking her to her next class, walking as slow as possible so we could have as much time together as possible, and then I would run back up to the third floor to get to my class on time.

After a while, I found her Snapchat under "people you may know" and requested her. Then promptly threw my phone down to my sister's bottom bunk and refused to look at it for the rest of the night.

She accepted my request.

Months passed and she invited me to her graduation party. Problem was that she lived in the north side of the city half an hour away from where I lived in the Southside. No way my parents were going to drive me out there just to hang out with a girl, it didn't matter that I've been dying to hang out with since I was 15.

I remember being heart broken and thinking she wouldn't even want to be my friend anymore. What if we weren't even friends to begin with? What if it was just a pitty invite?

She kept texting me. Said it was fine I couldn't make it and kept texting me as if nothing changed. It took me two more years to build up the courage to ask her for her TikTok and now we send each other TikToks almost everyday. I just found out we have so much more in common than I ever thought in high school. We could have been friends since freshman year!!!!

But it's fine. Because this is fine. I get to be her friend now! And it's 1:53 am and I'm texting her and trying to find a supper chill way to ask for her number or her Instagram because the worst she can do is say no but my brain thinks maybe she will block me and tell me I'm weird and she doesn't like me and oh

Oh

I think I have I crush on her

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