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YeeHawgust 2023

Day 2: We Ride at Dawn

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i would recognize you in a million lifetimes ↪ gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru

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summary: they say that a child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth. you would've been more inclined to believe it, if you weren't the only person who got burned. but now, suguru and satoru are offering you the salve and you're not sure whether it's enough to fix the scars that they left behind.

tw: sfw! angst with a happy ending, satoru is a cocky shit, suguru spends half the time on his knees in this (BUT NONSEXUALLY), more abandonment mentions because it's crucial to the plot, mentions of homophobia. lots of misunderstandings.

notes: divider by @/saradika-graphics. sorry, this chapter is a little shorter lol but surprise!! love how i said i was gonna take a break and then one day i suddenly realized kind of what i wanted to ensuing conversation to be. ending is a little open-ended; as of right now, i have no further plot points, but obviously that could change in the future (feel free to let me know where you want it to go/what you want me to write more about set in this universe!). thank you to everyone who loved and supported me when i first started this series; it was my first time really writing anything for a fandom, or publicly sharing it for that matter <33

There always seems to be an innate misunderstanding that occurs when people encounter Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru, in that Satoru is the one who calls the shots and Suguru merely follows. Though Satoru might have seemed like the arrogant one, and Suguru the mild-mannered, you are intimately aware that the depth of Suguru’s pride almost matches his patience. It’s why he always tends to win whatever petty squabble that starts, why he always obtains the results he hopes for. Suguru always wins, you’d complained once, and his cat-like eyes had crinkled in amusement as he watched you. Not always, had been his response, but you knew it to be a lie. You had watched as he left a trail of broken hearts in his wake, his past lovers drawn in by his honey-sweet words and careful, calloused hands. You were no exception. If Satoru is a work of art, then Suguru is the painter, and you the lonely observer watching from behind the museum glass. You wonder if the same pride prevented him from finding you years ago.

It makes it seem all the more laughable as you watch Suguru kneeling before you through the water that clings to your lashes. The man that had never given in on his knees for someone who gave it all. You are suddenly horribly aware of the air that passes through your lungs in shuddering gasps. Your skin suddenly feels too tight for your body as your heart pounds to the tune of the faint ticking of the clock. “Please,” Suguru whispers at last, as his thumb runs along the back of your hand. Satoru’s arms tighten around you as if committing you to his memory, before letting go. You can say nothing as you stare down at your fingers traitorously intertwined with Suguru’s. 

“What if I don’t want to listen?” 

Satoru inhales sharply, and Suguru pauses, before reluctantly releasing your hand. 

“Do you mean it?” 

“I wasn’t aware that you two cared about how I felt about your decisions,” you retort, watching how Suguru’s expression falls. It doesn’t feel quite as satisfying as you thought it would. You push the thought down. 

“Baby–” Satoru starts, and the facade you’ve built up begins to crumble. 

“Don’t call me that!” you snarl, pushing yourself from the floor. His eyes are pleading, but you steel yourself as you continue. “I’m not your lover. I’m not anyone special to you, considering how quick you were to replace me.” Your voice breaks. “Mocking me like this is low, even for you.” 

Satoru stiffens. “You were special to me. You still are.” Your hands curl into fists as he continues, voice twisting into something more arrogant. “Though, I’m sure Kenji couldn’t live up to me.” 

“Don’t.” Your tone is raw as you frantically try to reel in the anguish you’d been storing for the past five years. “Don’t you dare try to use my letters against me.” 

Satoru has the decency to at least look ashamed. The look on his face is an echo of when he would frown all day if you didn’t give him what he wanted. Satoru is selfish, you know, all heat and arrogance and childishness. You know it’s partially your fault; you were the one that spoiled him off of your love in the first place. 

Suguru calls your name softly, and you turn to face him. He’s still on his knees, gazing up at you with the devotion of a worshiper and the guilt of a sinner. “Tell me what I can do to make it right,” he murmurs. “Tell me what I can do and I’ll do anything you ask of me.” 

“Why didn’t you take me with you?” Your words are fragile, even to your own ears. Please tell me it was because you didn’t have enough money. Please say that it’s because you were in a rush. 

“That night was chaos,” Suguru admits. “Satoru was downright unconsolable, so it was up to me to purchase the tickets, to pack everything we wanted to take into two bags, to book the hotels and make appointments to find apartments.” He hesitates for a moment, and you can feel the piercing ice forming in your veins at the expression. 

“But you had enough money to afford a third.” 

“Yes and no. Realistically, we maybe could have, but, to subject you to the conditions we would have been in?” 

Angrily, you swipe the tears away from your face. “You still should have asked.”

Suguru’s eyes are impossibly tender. “I know you, my beautiful, stubborn girl. I knew that if I gave you that plane ticket, you would have followed us no matter what you truly wanted. I was willing to make the sacrifice. How could I have asked you to do the same?” 

“That wasn’t your decision to make!” 

“Call me selfish, then. Call me controlling, or foolish, or stubborn, but I will never regret ensuring your safety. I will never regret the fact that you were not subjected to the struggles we faced there, the things we had to do to survive. Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” 

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” You feel nauseous, stomach twisting violently into knots. The lies taste so sweet, but the truth is something that you accepted long ago. “Subjecting me to what? Your lifestyle? What struggles do you face when you have so much money that you don’t know what to do with it?” 

Satoru begins to protest, but you hold out your hand, silencing him as you watch Suguru. The betrayal of him cut deeper than you’d care to admit. Satoru might be cocky, but it is Suguru’s hand that holds the trigger, his hand that sealed your fate. “I know you,” you tell him. “I know you, and I know when you lie. Lie to me one more time and I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that I never see you again.”  

“There is no lie-” 

“You don’t do that to the people you love!” 

“I did it out of love, why can’t you see that?” 

“No, shut up!” Your hands are shaking, teeth gritted as you try to stop the rush of angry tears that threaten to escape you. “You don’t get to act like I’m the person in the wrong here. You two, of all people, don’t get to treat me like this.” The sun is setting, harsh shadows casted onto Suguru’s hunched shoulders as if it is a load that is physically too much for him to bear. The words spilling from your mouth are sharp, desperate to make them bleed in the same way they’d hurt you. “You can’t tell me you love me, or that you missed me, when you left me here for five years. I was alone for five years, and for the first three, I thought something had happened to you two. Do you know how scared I was?”

Satoru reaches for you, but you shove his hands away. “I had to find out from a fucking television broadcast. I had to find out about Satoru’s debut through a television broadcast, and I had to hear your voice coming from the radio instead of through the phone. For three years, you let me fear the worst, and now you’re acting as if I’m crazy? You’re upset to find me bitter when you’ve treated me like a toy you can return to, and throw away when you’re bored? You made me this way!”

 Suguru closes his eyes. “I will never stop regretting how I’ve hurt you, my love. I knew how badly you wanted to get out of this town, to go to college and make your mark on the world. We didn’t know that…” 

We didn’t know that you’d still be here.  

“Maybe if you’d bothered to find me, you would’ve known.” 

“Please don’t blame Suguru for it.” Satoru’s voice is tired, as he runs his hands down his face. “Suguru might have been the one who handled our move, but I was the coward in the end.” 

Impressively, your heart manages to shatter into even smaller pieces. You can only gaze blankly at him as he continues. “I’m sure you’ve suspected it by now, but when we left, Suguru and I were dating. We still are. You know how it is where we’re from, where we are.” He curls in on himself imperceptibly, a star ready to implode. “I knew my parents were bad, but I didn’t know they were that bad. The thought of you looking at me, at Suguru, the same way they looked at us– I couldn’t.” 

You can’t help the almost hysterical laughter that tears through you. “Are you serious? That was your reason?” 

Satoru stares at you as you cover your face with a hand. You’re afraid that if you don’t keep going, you’ll start screaming instead. “Of course I knew,” you choke out, half-laughing and half-sobbing. “Suguru’s neck would be all marked up every time you two hung out without me, and Satoru suddenly stopped flirting with every girl that wanted to sleep with him. Just because everyone else was stupid and in denial, doesn’t mean that I was.” 

“You never said anything.” Suguru gazes up at you, eyes horrified. 

“I figured if you wanted me to know, you would just tell me.” 

“You always looked so uncomfortable.”

“Because I was jealous!” Your words hang in the air, and in this moment, for better or for worse, you know that there is no going back. “I thought I was losing my mind. I was jealous of both of you for having the other, and I hated myself for it. What kind of sick friend was I, to be selfish enough to not only desire one of you, but both of you at the same time?” You shake your head, wishing that it could be enough to remove the feelings from your heart that you had been clinging onto for so long. “When you left, I missed you. I thought it would go away. I hoped it would go away. Who else would be stupid enough to love the people who abandoned them?” 

The words pour from your mouth, acidic with your pain and despair. “Why wasn’t I good enough for you two? Why was it so easy for you to move on, while I was stuck here wasting away? Was it really that hard for me to be loved by you? I was there too!” 

“Darling,” Suguru says, stumbling over the syllables of his words. “You loved us?” 

You have to fight the visceral urge to slap him across his painfully beautiful face. “That’s what you took away from this?” 

“I dreamed of this for so long,” Satoru tells you roughly, delicate fingers tilting up your chin. An interviewer had once said that Satoru’s eyes seemed so cold and distant. You feel like he was trying to burn you alive as he examines you. “I can’t believe this is real.”

“Are both of you out of your mind?” you snap, rearing back. Satoru’s resulting chuckle floods your face with heat as he gives you a lazy, predatory smile. “Only for you, sweetheart.” 

“What Satoru is trying to say,” Suguru interjects, dazed, “is that we didn’t think you felt the same way.” Same way? You feel lightheaded, as if you’re not quite there. Same way? 

He continues on as Satoru leans against the wall, content to watch your reactions. “I, we, just assumed that you…I don’t know. We…” 

“How could I not?” you ask, voice breaking. “How could I not love both of you?” 

Before you can even react, Satoru is surging towards you, arms pressing you closer into his body as he holds you tightly. “You mean it?” he asks, voice uncharacteristically desperate. Needy for you, as he greedily savors the feeling of you in his arms. You can only nod, one hand twisting into the back of his sweater as you bury yourself into the slight hollow where his collarbone meets his shoulder. 

“Please,” Suguru breathes, taking your hand into his, rough fingers curling around the back of your hand as he strokes your palm with his thumb. “I know things aren’t going to be the same. We’re okay with that, we just…” He swallows, thickly, before pushing forward. “We just want to make things right, take things slow, and maybe then you can learn to love us again.” 

Gently, you pull yourself away from Satoru’s grasp. “It’ll be hard,” you admit, tugging Suguru up off the floor and towards you. “But, we’ll make it through.” A slight smile tugs on your lips, the sincerity bleeding through into the softness of your eyes. “Besides, I don’t need to learn how to love you two again.” 

“Especially because I never stopped.” 

Later, you’ll realize the depth of the Gojo’s betrayal to their son. Later, there will be just as many kisses as there are tears, plans to be made, and boxes to be packed. But for now, all you can feel is the overwhelming warmth in your heart as you finally allow yourself to be hugged by two of the people you adored most in the world. 

Welcome home. I love you. 

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Always & Forever Sixteen - Marshall Mathers x Reader Series

Words: 3.7k

Pairings: Marshall Mathers x Fem!Reader Series

Synopsis: They loved each other with every fibre and being. They knew that they were meant to be together, but it seemed like every obstacle came in the way. She was twenty-one, he was forty and they knew that it would be hard. Therefore, they promised forever and always as they were meant to be together despite every turmoil that came their way.

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol, Cannabis, Arguments & Angst.

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Hope you enjoy :)

Marshall’s arm was wrapped around her, holding her tight as Y/N looked at her phone. They were public. Her name was in the public. Her name was tied to Marshall’s. Her relationship was public. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath. Her life, her privacy, her secrecy is all gone.

Everyone knew Y/N Y/L/N now:

‘Eminem’s Heart: Marshall Mathers and Y/N Y/L/N’s Romance Goes Public:

"Rap Icon in Love: Marshall Mathers and Y/N Y/L/N's Relationship Revealed!"

"Marshall Mathers Finds Love: Meet Y/N Y/L/N, the Woman Who Stole Eminem's Heart"

"Love in the Limelight: Marshall Mathers and Y/N Y/L/N's Relationship Exposed!"

"Eminem's New Muse: Inside Marshall Mathers and Y/N Y/L/N's Blossoming Romance"

Y/N swallowed and looked over to her boyfriend who was asleep. He did not know, but he would soon. They were public. Everyone knew and just as she was about to take a breath, her phone rang.

It was her mother…

Y/N took a breath and pulled Marshall’s hand off her as she answered the phone in the bathroom.

“Y/N, you’re plastered over the internet,” she stated with sympathy. “Your relationship is public.”

“I know,” she whispered back. “I am now known as Eminem’s girlfriend.”

“You went through this with Jake-“

“Jake,” Y/N interfered, “was a no one in this big world with just subtle hums. He was just getting know… Mom this is Eminem. 2000s rap star…Eminem. I am now known. Everything will be public. We are public.” Y/N felt the weight of her mother’s concern through the phone as she stood in the bathroom, away from Marshall’s slumber. “I know, Mom,” she murmured, her voice betraying anxiety. “It’s all over the internet now. Everyone knows.”

“I’m worried about you, sweetheart,” Ree’s voice crackled with emotion. “This kind of attention, it’s not easy to handle.”

Y/N leaned against the bathroom counter, her mind racing. “I wasn’t ready for this. I thought I was. My Instagram has hundreds of thousands of requests… I thought we could have kept it private longer. But I was the fool who made him go to the art show.”

“You’re with Marshall because he is Marshall, not Eminem. Fame finds a way of exposing everything. Just take care of yourself. Don’t let this overwhelm you or your relationship.”

Y/N nodded and agreed. “He is asleep, and I don’t know how to tell him as I will get angry Marshall.”

“Love conquers, sweets. Love conquers.”

All Y/N could do was hope that their love could conquer. Y/N exited the bathroom to see him sitting up.

“Where did you run off to?” he said voice filled with sleep.

“My mom called… Marshall,” she began as she stepped forward, “you should look at your phone. Paul will be calling you soon if he hasn’t already. Our names are plastered all over the internet. We are public.”

Marshall rolled over to his phone where there were several messages from Paul. He got off the bed and walked away to call Paul leaving her there in silence. He wandered to the bathroom and closed the door before a grumpy Marshall began. Y/N sat on the bed looking over the headlines and seeing all this information about her…they knew her name, her career, her hometown…

Marshall’s muffled voice filtered through the bathroom door as he talked to Paul, the frustration evident in his tone. Y/N could not hear the exact words, but the intensity was clear. She scrolled through her phone, reading more headlines and comments, feeling her heart race with every new mention of her name. The world now knew everything about her.

After what felt like an eternity, the bathroom door opened, and Marshall stepped out, his face a mixture of anger and concern. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside her, rubbing his temples.

“Paul’s losing it,” he said, voice strained. “He thinks this is going to be a PR nightmare. We were supposed to keep it lowkey, and now this…”

Y/N reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently. “I’m sorry, Marshall. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I thought that the media would not be there or-“

“The media will always be there. However, it’s not your fault. I went to this event; I should have known better.”

“I am glad you came though. Supporting me makes me happy,” she mused, kissing his cheek.

He sighed. “I just want to protect you from all of this. The media, the scrutiny, it can get brutal.”

Y/N nodded and leaned her head onto his shoulder and he cupped her cheek, kissing the top of her head. “Paul wants us to issue a statement,” Marshall said finally. “Something to address the situation and try to control the narrative.”

Y/N nodded. “Ok. What should we say?”

Marshall thought for a moment, then said. “We’ll keep it simple. Just acknowledge our relationship and ask for privacy. We don’t owe them our entire story.”

Y/N took a deep breath. “I can do that. We can do that.”

Marshall walked off, grabbing clothes on the way and pulling them on before going downstairs. Y/N grabbed her robe and followed him, watching him put a pot of coffee on. A few moments later, Hailie came then Alaina.

“Have you seen the media?” Hailie asked as she sat on the barstool.

“Yeah,” Marshall and Y/N said at the same time.

“Well, what are you going to do? Because you and Y/N are serious. Then there’s the fact that Y/N is leaving so then they might think it’s a break-“

“We aren’t breaking up,” Marshall stated loudly. “Y/N is going to New York, but we are not breaking up,” he said sternly.

“Dad, for two years you two will do long distance? At least two years…what if Y/N goes over the two years for school or gets an internship-“

“Hailie,” he barked, “enough.” He held his hand up. “My relationship is my business.”

“I don’t want your relationship to be like mom,” Hailie admitted. “You two were awful to each other and the media had a frenzy with, twisting it and altering it to make it chaotic.”

Marshall sighed, grasping the counter as he looked over at Y/N who poured two cups of coffee.

“Y/N and I’s relationship,” he began calmly, “is nothing like your mother and I. It will not be like your mother and I. I will make sure of that.”

Hailie fell silent, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. Alaina, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke. “Dad, Hailie has a point. Long distance is tough, especially with all the media attention now. Y/N will be haunted in New York City. It’s not going to be easy for either of you. Once they figure out you two are doing long distance, they will make Y/N into this possibly cheating or untrustworthy person. Anyone she is with they will twist,” Alaina said.

Y/N put the mug of coffee in front of Marshall as she leaned into him. He was still gripping the counter.

“What are you suggesting, Lainy?” he spoke.

“Maybe not go public. Y/N is moving in August. That is six months away.”

“Thank you for reminding me of the ticking bomb on my relationship,” he bit as he turned to grab sugar and milk for everyone’s mugs.

“Marshall,” Y/N tried.

Marshall turned to look at Y/N, his eyes blazing with anger and frustration. “No, Y/N, they need to understand,” he snapped. “This isn’t about the media or long distance. This is about us and what will work for us.”

“We have six months…can we please have this conversation in July?” Y/N said holding his bicep.

“I don’t like this. I don’t like any of this. I need to be alone,” he stated, taking his coffee and walking to his studio.

Y/N watched at her boyfriend walked away from them. She glanced over to Hailie and Alaina who gave her looks of pity. Y/N shrugged and then went to her mug of coffee.

“I should leave. I have work at noon,” she muttered walking up the stairs to the bedroom to have a shower.

-

Y/N entered the diner to see all eyes on her. Ted, Miranda and Gavin all had looks of pity as she walked to the back. Marshall had not emerged from his office therefore, Y/N bussed to the diner and sent a message to Marshall stating she was going to work. She heard nothing.

Y/N was in the back, putting on her apron when Miranda approached.

“Hi, lovely,” she hummed rubbing her back. “I saw the tabloids. Kind of can’t escape the media when you’re with such a big name,” she stated.

Y/N sighed and turned to her. “I know and I don’t know what to do. I want Marshall but I don’t want Eminem.”

She gave her a small smile and rubbed her back as Y/N grabbed her notepad and looked at her phone.

11:59 a.m.

From Marshall <3: Sorry I could not drive you. Have a good day at work. Will I see you later?

To Marshall <3: I am going out with Meira later for dinner.

From Marshall <3: Oh. Ok. Wanna come over after?

To Marshall <3: 8 am class tomorrow and last time when I had one, you complained so I will go home.

From Marshall <3: Ok. When can I see you next?

To Marshall <3: Friday? Wait I am going to a art event with Dr. Beau. Saturday?

From Marshall <3: An art event with Dr. Beau? I did not know about that, but that’s ok. How about I pick you up after the event?

Y/N pocketed her phone and decided to deal with that later. She needed to get to work. She did not have time for Marshall’s insecurities. Throwing her hair up in a ponytail and wiping under her eyes to get rid of mascara flakes, she left the back and proceeded to go to work.

-

Y/N wiped down the counter at Ted’s Diner, the rhythmic motion of her cloth against the laminated surface providing a momentary distraction from her swirling thoughts. The lunchtime rush finished, and the evening was just beginning. She glanced at the clock on the wall and noted she had another four hours of her shift before she could head home.

As she straightened up, her phone buzzed in her apron pocket. She fished it out, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the caller ID:

Steve Richardson (Lawyer)

           

Taking a deep breath, she walked towards the back of the diner, seeking a quiet corner near the storage room. “Hello, Steve,” she answered, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Y/N. I hope all is well. I have some bad news. I have been going over the case details regarding Jake,” Steve began, his tone serious. “It’s a really complicated case. Sexual assault is very hard to win especially in your situation.”

“I have evidence. I got a kit done. I-“

“It’s your word against his and he is bringing up mental health and stress-“

“That is ridiculous,” she states, “he is not mentally ill. He’s a rockstar addict.”

“Jake’s lawyer is using his mental health issues, his drug problem, and the stress he’s been under as an excuse for his actions,” Steve explained. “They have medical records and character witnesses who are willing to testify that he wasn’t in control of his actions and that he is seeking help now. With the evidence we have, it’s going to be tough to prove our case beyond reasonable doubt. The defence is painting a picture that evokes sympathy for him.”

Y/N closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. “So, what are you saying? We can’t win?”

“I’m saying that odds are against us,” Steve replied gently. “It’s not impossible, but it will be a long, drawn-out process with no guarantee of success. It could take a toll on you, both emotionally and financially.”

“Marshall is paying for you,” she whispered. “I don’t want this to be longer than six months to deal with as I am going to New York. I don’t want him paying thousands and thousands for your services. No offence, Steve.”

“None taken.”

“Have you talked to Marshall?” she asked.

“No, he may be paying for my services, but this case concerns you.”

Y/N nodded. She bit her lip and took a deep breath. “I don’t know if I can do this and go through with this if it’s going to take a long time. I have already been through enough.”

“They subpoena your medical records too and they know about the pregnancy and abortion therefore, Jake is trying to hit you from that side that you kept it-“

“It was not his baby,” she interrupted.

“Yes, but you never got a paternal test, and he was your partner then.” Y/N groaned. “I understand your points, Y/N,” Steve said softly. “Sometimes, the best decision is to let go for your own peace of mind. Dropping the charges doesn’t mean you’re conceding defeat; it means you’re choosing to move forward without the burden of this case weighing you down.”

She nodded, even though he could not see her. “I will drop the charges,” she stated.

“You sure you want to do that?”

“I don’t want to relive all of this. I don’t want my future to be impacted. I want to move on.”

“Of course, Y/N. I will proceed with this. Thank you for your time.”

“Likewise. Bye, Steve.”

Y/N ended the call and stood there for a moment, staring at her phone. The familiar hum of the diner filled her ears, a stark contrast to the turmoil in her heart.

“Everything ok, Y/N?” Ted’s voice came from behind her.

“Yeah, just some personal stuff,” she whispered, wiping her eyes away from tears. “I will be out soon.”

“Take a few minutes if you need to. We got it covered out front.”

“Thanks, Ted,” she replied, grateful for his kindness. A deep breath was taken and she looked at herself in the mirror.

Dropping the charges felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, yet at the same time admitting defeat. However, this was for the better.

Y/N returned to the counter, her steps a little lighter and picked up her cloth to continue wiping down the surfaces.

-

The door chimed and Y/N did not even look up before saying, “We’re closed.” Footsteps were taken before the figure in front of her stopped. “I said, we’re close-“ she looked up and spotted her boyfriend in front of her. He sent her a small smile and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I know. Thought to pick you up,” he stated with a smile.

“Thanks,” she said as she looked back down to the receipts she was counting. “However, I want to go home tonight. I need some space.”

What she really meant was: that she wanted to drink a bottle of wine and smoke a joint and pass out on her couch. She knew Marshall was not part of that scene.

His brows furrowed. “Oh, ok. Well, do you want me to stay at your place then?” he asked as Y/N took off her apron and took the till out.

She looked at her boyfriend. “I love you, but I want to be alone. I just got told some news and I need time to think it through,” she said full of honesty.

He nodded. “What kind of news?”

“I will tell you when I am ready, Marshall,” she said and walked off with the till to the back.

Marshall watched as she walked off. He sat down on one of the chairs waiting for her to come back. Y/N came out five minutes later, apron off, jacket on and bag over her shoulder.

"Do you want me to still drive you home? We can share something to drink and-“

Y/N looked at him with this sad face, however she reached out to cup his face. She leaned down and kissed his lips. “I love you. Drive me home and maybe we can do something. Depends on my mood.”

He nodded, but he could not help but feel pushed away slightly. Y/N got some form of news, and she will not share it with him. Y/N took his hand, holding it as she bid farewell to her coworkers before getting into the Aston Martin.

They drove in comfortable silence as Y/N cancelled her plans with Meira for that evening. They were going to go dancing and she did not tell Marshall as the last time she went dancing, he got all mad.

His hand was on her thigh.

“You’re making me worried about this news. Can you give me a hint?” he asked.

“Marshall. It’s fine. No one is dying or hurt.”

He nodded as they drove the fifteen minutes in silence and Y/N caught up on some emails and scrolled through social media. Her inbox was flooded but she did not need that right now. Her account was private, and she was planning on keeping it that way.

“Can you stop at a liquor store, please?” she asked.

He nodded.

Y/N ran into the liquor store, buying herself a cheap but good bottle of wine before getting back into the car. Marshall looked over and saw it.

“Going to drown your sorrows or something?”

“Honestly, Marshall, I know you are not about this stuff, but I desperately need to get drunk and high while in the bath.”

He sent a curt nod. “Just be safe.”

“Always am.”

They pulled up to her new apartment and Marshall followed her up the elevator to the tenth floor before unlocking her door. It was bigger, nearly a thousand square feet with a bedroom, office and bathroom. The kitchen was bigger and the same with the living room. She was happy here. It was a shame she had to leave at the end of the summer.

Y/N placed the bottle on the counter, walking around to get a glass and popping the bottle. Marshall stood watching her.

“Do you want to take a bath with me?” she asked.

“Will you be smoking dope?” he asked.

“I won’t do that until you leave.”

He nodded before walking to her bathroom and turning the taps on for the bath. Y/N came, setting her glass of wine on the counter before stripping off her clothes. She stood across from him naked as he tested the water.

“Thought you were going out with Meira tonight?” he asked.

“I cancelled. We were going dancing, but I am not in the mood.” He nodded. She would tell him when she was ready. “I am just so tired. Of everything.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. School is exhausting, work is exhausting, this relationship,” she muttered but he heard it.

“What about this relationship?”

“We fight a lot. You know that?” she asked as she got into the bath and bringing the red wine to her lips.

“I mean, sure we have our disagreements, but we don’t fight.”

“I yelled at you last night,” she responded.

Marshall sat on the edge of the bath, hand in the water as he watched her. “You had every right to yell at me last night as I was being an ass.”

Y/N licked her lips and looked at her boyfriend. “I got a call from the lawyer,” she began.

His brows perked up. “And?”

“I am dropping the charges,” was all she said, and Marshall’s face instantly fell.

“You’re doing what?” he barked.

“Fuck,” she whispered, “I knew you would be mad.”

“I am not mad….I..I-I am furious,” he explicitly said. Marshall’s fury surged through him, his jaw tightening as he stood up abruptly. “How could you even consider dropping the charges, Y/N?” his voice was louder now, the intensity filling the small bathroom. “Jake hurt you. Hurt us. He needs to pay for what he did.”

Y/N sighed and took another sip of her wine, trying to gather her thoughts. “Marshall, can you sit and calm down, please.” He sat down on the edge of the bath again. “It’s not that simple. The case is complicated, and the odds aren’t in our favour. Steve explained everything to me. Jake’s lawyer is painting him a victim of his own issues. It could take years and there’s no guarantee we’d win.”

“So,” he snapped, “you’re just going to let him get away with it. He’s a piece of shit who deserves to rot in jail.”

“I know that,” she replied, her voice softening. “But I can’t keep reliving this, over and over again. It’s killing me, Marshall. I want to move on with my life, and focus on my future. I don’t want to be tied down by this anymore.”

Marshall looked at her, eyes filled with anger and pain. “This isn’t just about you, Y/N. He hurt you. He hurt us. I can’t just stand by and do nothing. I wasn’t there to protect you then and I will be here now.”

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat as she looked up at him. “I don’t need revenge, Marshall. I need peace. Please try to understand that.”

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his every movement. “I can’t let this go.”

“I am not saying we let it go. I say we move on. We have a whole future together. I met the love of my life at twenty-one, you know how lucky I am. I get to spend the next fifty years with you.” She took his hand and squeezed it. “I love you, but this is my story and this is how I want it written.”

He nodded. “Ok. Move over I am coming in.”

Y/N chuckled watching him strip.

Marshall did end up staying over that night while they made love over and over again. The passion taking control of their bodies as they held onto one another as if they needed each other more than anything.

-

Yay! Hope you enjoyed!

Let me know your thoughts and opinions!

Almost done the series...crazy.

Much love,

Ava <3

[batmansymbol]

hello, my sweet sweet tumblr friends. i have a new book out one month from saturday. here we are together, the book and i:

this one was fun. i wrote it with my sister! when we were young, we were cutthroat competitive. she (older) would forbid me from reading the books on her shelves, and i (gremlin) would booby-trap her room, so you decide which of us committed the greater sin. now we have a blast.

our names are pronounced REE-uh-nock and SHEE-fra, and our book was pitched as THE PARENT TRAP meets THE VANISHING HALF. it releases August 15th, 2023. logline is "Two half-Chinese half-siblings collide for the first time at a summer art camp, not knowing they're related—and begin to understand who they are as artists, as brother and sister, and as Asian-Americans."

it's a book about summer camp hijinks, about passing, about what we long for and where we belong. it also says "Robinson & Robinson" on the spine, which makes us sound like an accidental injury law firm. sweet.

of all the books with my name on it, this one is probably the "book club"-iest. if you like coming-of-age novels or stories about the AAPI diaspora, you might like this one :)

you can preorder a signed copy from my local indie here, or non-signed copies from Bookshop.org, Barnes and Noble, or Amazon. i really cannot stress enough how much every single preorder helps, as i am what the industry calls "a midlist author," also known as "an obscure author who has difficulty placing projects with publishers because of sales figures lmao." (this is not to whinge. the majority of working authors exist in this financially & existentially precarious position)

alternatively, i would be totally thrilled if you reblogged this post, or mentioned the book to any teachers, librarians, bookstore workers, or other readers in your life :)

happy summer everybody—may it be the lazy river of your dreams. xoxoxo

[broadwaydivastournament]

Bebe Neuwirth in Caricature

I didn't plan it like this, but Bebe's caricature showcase just so happens to coincide on my schedule with Cabaret's opening night. So while she's glamming it up on the red carpet and readying for her soon-to-be-Tony-nominated performance, allow me to present beloved Diva Bebe Neuwirth in Caricature.

"Bebe Neuwirth," Sweet Charity, Published June 20, 1986 - Al Hirschfeld

"Cheers," Published December 11, 1990 - Al Hirschfeld

CHEERS: TED DANSON, KIRSTIE ALLEY, NICK COLASANTO, RHEA PERLMAN, GEORGE WENDT, JOHN RATZENBERGER, WOODY HARRELSON, BEBE NEUWIRTH, KELSEY GRAMMER, SHELLY LONG, AND ROGER REES, 1990

"Damn Yankees", Published February 27, 1994 - Al Hirschfeld

Pictured: Bebe Neuwirth with Victor Garber, Jerrod Emick, and George Abbott.

"Chicago," Published November 24, 1996 - Al Hirschfeld

Pictured: Joel Grey, Ann Reinking, Bebe Neuwirth, James Naughton

"Toasts Of The Town," Published June 1, 1997 - Al Hirschfeld

Pictured: Frank Langella, Julie Harris, Christopher Plummer, Brian Bradford, Michael Hayden, Bebe Neuwirth, Rebecca Luker, Fiona Shaw, Lillias White, David Morse, Angie Phillips, Donal McCann, Michael Gambon, David Rasche, Lia Williams, Janet McTeer, Anthony Sher, etc.

By 1986, Bebe had a Tony Award and a solo Hirschfeld drawing to her name, and by 1997, she had another Tony and three more Hirschfelds from both stage and screen work. Hirschfeld had a sprawling collection of art not limited just to Broadway. And of course, the feature Hirschfeld most prominently exaggerated (though not by much) were her award-winning gams.

Bebe Neuwirth for Sardis, 1997 | Unrelated: Bebe Neuwirth and Donna Murphy for the 2010 Drama League Nominations

Bebe's Sardis portrait is, of course, her in character as Velma Kelly in Chicago. The style of her caricature seemed to bridge the change between the old-school exaggeration and comic features that made the drawings so distinctive, and the blander, homogenous styles of today. Bebe's portrait came a few years before the true shift began, and frankly, she's better off for it.

"Bebe Neuwirth," The Lights of Broadway, Autumn 2017 - Squigs

I've neglected to mention it so far, but each Squigs trading card comes equipped with a little "fun fact" section on the back. Most cards include a few biographical points, show credits, and a special "did you know?" With Bebe's return to Broadway this season, we can only hope we'll get another Squigs illustration to add to the list.

[ignitesthestxrs]

I know you said you’ve gone back into it slowly but any book recs?

yes absolutely!! i have read some bangers lately tbh. also another thing i am trying to do is start uuuh reviewing what i'm reading so i will link a couple of those as well. but here is a sporadic collection of my reading enjoyments of the last year or so!

IF FOUND RETURN TO HELL // THE DEATH I GAVE HIM by Em X. Liu

em is hands down one of the best writers i know with prose that will punch you in the face and leave you asking if you can have another, please.

IF FOUND RETURN TO HELL is a queer found family novella featuring a done-with-this protag working in a wizarding call centre who abruptly comes down with a case of 'sweet angel baby boy possessed by demon hell child' in a broken magical healthcare system where following protocol is more important than like, helping people. so what is journeyman wen to do if not, you know, help anyway?

THE DEATH I GAVE HIM is the queer scifi hamlet retelling of my dreams, which is funny because i didn't care about hamlet until this book taught me how to. a thoughtful exploration on the nature of adaptation, death & immortality, and also what happens when your best friend is an AI and you wanna fuck him.

IN COLD BLOOD by Truman Capote the original true crime novel. still stuck in my truman blorbo moment. full review here

ASSASSIN'S APPRENTICE by Robin Hobb classic 90s fantasy with surprisingly emotional focus on the protag in a way i really dug. unhinged levels of accidental queerbaiting in a way that i enjoyed rather than despaired of. full review here.

PANDORA'S JAR: WOMEN IN THE GREEK MYTHS by Natalie Haynes a great overview of classical women that takes into account multiple sources and the way they have been read over centuries, and how the time in which a tale is being told affects the tale just as much as what the text of the story actually is. does a good job of walking the middle ground between like, historical sexism and the reflexive girlbossification instinct.

IN OTHER LANDS by Sarah Rees Brennan the queer harry potter offshoot we all actually deserve. portal fantasy with an acerbic main character who will save the world out of sheer spite because the world doesn't seem to think he can save it, or want him to do it even if he could. a genuinely lovely musing on the nature of loneliness, what abuse does to a child, how it's hard but possible to overcome the prejudices you learn when you're young, and how eventually, you're going to have to make the decision to let yourself be loved.

SHE WHO BECAME THE SUN by Shelley Parker-Chan truly i don't have the word for how fucking excellent this queer epic fantasy is. set in mongol-ruled china, this book is a masterclass in political intrigue, historical fiction, military fantasy, and also genderfuckery. feat. the kind of tragedy you see coming for several hundred pages and still takes your breath away when it hits, and also lesbian fisting. anyone who says books based in history can't get queer can get fucked.

A MARVELLOUS LIGHT by Freya Marske for a total 180 in mood, here is your queer romantic fantasy set in an Edwardian England that is reflective of the fact that like, queer people did in fact exist in Edwardian England. A lighter fare that nonetheless will hit you right in the heart and leave you delighted that a) there's a second book out now and b) the third one is coming soon. also Freya is an Artiste when it comes to writing good sex scenes, which

i belatedly realise it seems like i'm focusing on in this post but i just! like a queer text that tackles queer sex with nuance and interest and the horror and/or joy of the body, and the above authors are all fucking masters at their art (which includes, but by no means is limited to, writing about fucking)

[haunting-hari]

pinned post!!

hey, i’m hari (pronounced Ha-ree. if you pronounce it as ‘hairy’ i’ll maul you)

i’m now 17, and reside in unova

uhh i have a few partner pkmn. there’s maru, a lampent that i’ve known for years. she could kick your ass. a sweetheart though, and my best friend! [he/she. he’s very fem tho]

there’s jackie, a gengar. he’s pretty cool but real lazy. it’s incredibly hard to piss him off being honest. love that guy he’s like the dad I never had lol [he/him]

then rasp a trevenant. old man. great cook, VERY stubborn, really like charcuterie boards, and he knows jackie well, too. both of em are old geezers [he/him]

…and mal, a rotom. mal, to put it lightly they are an asshole/affectionate. they like stealing my phone. a bastard who regularly engages in trickery and causes problems. [they/them. rotoms don’t have gender I don’t think]

miss tye, a hatterene. she's got the typical personality of a hatterene, but she's a bit easier to enrage. This, actually is a good thing- as her tolerance to 'loud emotion' goes up signifigantly, as she deals with herself being angry, haha. [she/her]

charm, an alcremie. she's very polite, as well as naive, and a bit spunky, but she's honestly a sweetheart. i was the one to evolve her, and she’s been the happiest since. she gets along real well with maru! [she/her]

a froakie, locket!! he hatched just recently, and i love him with all my heart. he fears nothing and while sometimes shy, is just a very interesting little guy. a baby. he also happened to be a shiny. surprised me too, haha!! [he/him]

An applin, now dipplin gifted to me by my (girl)friend, arom! she likes taking naps and out of everyone I know has the biggest sweet tooth lol [she/her]

there’s tags for each of my Pokémon when they’re mentioned, and mal TRIED to be sneaky and post on my account-their posts are tagged “MAL’Z POSTZ”, as well as images are under “art” tag. miss tye also took my phone at one point, her tag is "Tye talks".

and i’m a human. so. yeah. human.

current event: None

//ooc below readmore

More will be revealed about hari and his team as time goes on!! please interact if ur a pokeblogger!!!! try to stay in character with this guy ok? lol

ooc storytelling will be tagged "hari's stories"!! they are often from askgames, but PLEASE request some if you ever get a prompt idea for this guy... you could ask about his past, present, and sometimes future!!

the current events each have tags for things related to their story! So far, we have the events “mourn the nineteenth”, “galarian imports”, “charm evolves”, “trip to alamos”, “unexpected egg”, “rebirth on the 26th”, "entombed event", and "Paldea trip". look at the tag to learn more!

there’s a tag for more serious stuff: that’s tagged as “lore”. Another lore heavy tag is “Forlorn presence”.

ofc, no generally unpleasant people, you get the drill. please send asks!!! :)

magic anons are on, too. please send asks!!!!!! this blog’s activity is mainly correlated to its interaction :)

also, small tidbit- you can do pelliper mail, but don't deliver a dusk stone. maru is gonna stay a lampent for a while because hari cant find one. so. when the time comes she'll evolve, but. yeah

[lolitaa-17]

Maybe one day you’ll feel what I’ve felt now.

College au! Eren x reader, Jean x Reader

Mentions of drugs (marijuana), angst!?

“You’re special to me.”

It was all bullshit. All the lies I’ve kept up with thinking they were noting but the truth.

-

You snuck a joint to your lips. It was a chilly autumn night. You were stressed out with school and work. All of it just stacking up.

“Didn’t know you were a stoner” Eren made his way to the open swing next to you.

“I’m not, just needed to release some stress” you smiled.

“That’s what all the stoners say” He chuckled.

You offered him the joint and he gladly accept it. You slowly started swinging on the swings while the wind blew against your face.

“How did you know I was here” you asked him watching him take a hit of the joint.

“Not gonna lie, I came up here to smoke a doink” he laughed.

“A doink…Eren shut the fuck up” you laughed along with him.

You two sat in silence for a while after while the joint was just being passed around. Eren would usually join you every time you’d go out to smoke a joint. You enjoyed the company every time though. It never bothered you. What did bother you though was when you’d see him in campus and he would act as if he never met you in his life. Just thinking about it ruined your whole tendency.

“Alright imma dip” you get up from the swing to dap Eren up.

“We haven’t finished the J yet” he says passing you the joint but you decline it.

“Nah I’m good. I’m probably just gonna go grab some food and head back to my dorm” you take a sip of your water.

“Woah and you’re not gonna invite to go grab some grubs with you” he holds onto his chest as if he’s offended.

“Well come on then” you started making your way to your car as Eren followed shortly behind.

“What are you feeling?” you look over at Eren who had already been glued to his phone.

“Fine with whatever” he says paying no mind to what you had been saying.

You started the car and connected your phone to the bluetooth. ‘Will He’ by joji started playing. Shortly after you rolled the windows down and started driving to Sonic.

“So where we gonna go get the grub?” Eren asked as he finally turned his phone off and started rubbing his hands together.

“Sonic” you said as you kept all your attention on the road.

“What’s your major again?” His question that he always ask every time you guys hang out.

“Art” you replied.

“What’s with these one word responses now?” He chuckled.

You stopped at the red light and looked him.

“There’s really nothing much to say about my major it’s pretty self explanatory.” You chuckled and looked at your phone to check if anyone had texted you.

“You’re right my bad” he looks out the window.

You turned your gaze back at the road and continued to drive as the light turned green.

Shortly you two arrived at sonic. You two just ordered what you had been craving at the time and sat in the car waiting for your food.

“This shit about to smack” he says as he use the dashboard as ‘drums’ playing some random beat.

“Y/n…and Eren?” You heard a male voice speak from your side of the window.

“Oh hey jean”

“Can you step out really quick I need to to talk to you” jean says while opening your car door.

“Yeah I got you” you step outside the car and follow behind jean as you two were at a reasonable distance from the car.

“What are you doing with Eren? Kind of a strange duo don’t you think?” He ask leaning against one of the tables.

“I know exactly where this is gonna go, and it’s a no.” You say sitting next to Jean.

“That’s surprising, there’s not one girl I know who’s his little sex toy.” He laughed.

“He’s sweet to hang around with, but we’ve never had a moment where things got weird.” You leaned your head on Jeans shoulder.

“That’s also surprising.”

You and Jean always had an on and off relationship. But it never ended terrible it was just wrong time right person type of deal. In college you feel like having a relationship is not really an option for you.

“You also reek of weed.” He says pushing your head off his shoulder as a joke.

“Shut up” you quickly get up from the table.

“I’m gonna head back to the car, I’ll catch you later” you hugged him before making your way back to your car.

You entered the car to see Eren on his phone.

“He definitely still wants you.” Eren says before looking up from his phone.

“He is my ex and we never ended on bad terms” you chuckled.

“You still have feelings for him?” He asked turning his phone off and fixing his full attention towards you.

“Well yeah obviously just not as much” your phone buzzed taking your attention away from Eren.

Jean:

‘Don’t let him fool you y/n.’

You look up from your phone and see Jean turning off his phone and making his way to his car as he just grabbed his food.

Eren felt a burning sensation in his chest. Seeing you give all your attention to a boy that wasn’t him made him feel some type of way. He never had a problem with any other girl but you.

“So graduating this year from college huh? How do you feel?” He asked you trying to gain your attention back to him.

“I’m excited” you say looking out the window as the food was finally arriving to the car. ‘Thank you’ you say to the worker as you gave her tip.

You passed Eren his food as you started stuffing your face with your own food.

“It’s crazy though, all your friends are juniors and here you are the only senior” he says also stuffing his face with his food.

“Only because of that dumbass high school that moved me up a grade”

“Thats impressive though, nerd” he says moving his arm around your shoulders.

He moves in closer while looking at your lips. “I know you and Jean were talking about me” You kept eating calmly so he didn’t become skeptical.

“Not really…not everything revolves around you pretty boy” you flick his nose.

“He didn’t try to ‘warn you’ from me?” He says looking back and forth from your lips to your eyes.

You nod “He was just asking me about some art project we have due soon.”

“Good” he slowly moves closer to finally meet your lips.

You’d be lying if you said you hated it. His soft pink lips the felt nice. You followed along his rhythm. You shortly pulled away.

“I’m tired that joint was indica.” You laughed as you started the car connected your Bluetooth again. This time ‘So High’ by Doja cat was playing.

Eren kept his gaze on you, he hasn’t said anything ever since you broke the kiss. ‘Why were you so hard to get with?’ He thought to himself. ‘Maybe because you’re still caught up on your ex?’ He thought to himself again.

“Next time we gotta do sativa.” He says finally breaking the silence.

“For sure.”

After a couple minutes you arrived to Eren’s apartment complex.

“It was nice hanging out tonight.” You say parking the car waiting for him to leave.

He grabs your chin as he pulls you towards him. His soft lips were now on yours again. His soft pecks made its way towards your neck as he sucked a bit harder.

“Watch it” you push his head back a bit, you knew exactly what he was trying to do.

You could feel the smirk on his lips. He made his way back up to your lips placing soft gentle kisses on your plump lips. He leaned over to take your seatbelt off. He grabbed your hips signaling you to get on top of his lap.

Maybe you did lie to Jean that nothing weird had ever happened between you guys, but it was for the better. You and Eren had a little thing here and there but you guys never actually had sex, you refused to become one of his many sex toys.

You were now on top of him grinding against his lap feeling his rock solid dick. You moved your lips away towards his neck. You definitely sucked harder than he did. But you didn’t care and he didn’t mind not one bit.

“You don’t know how bad I want to fuck you y/n” he whispered in your ear.

“You already know me Eren” you smirked as you softly pecked his lips once more before returning back to the driver seat.

He scoffed as he pointed toward his dick signaling how hard he was.

“Well you’re home now so you can go take care of that” you winked as you buckled your seatbelt back on.

He chuckled before leaning in to get one more soft peck before exiting the car.

- 2 days later -

“Girl I don’t care I’m always gonna be team Jean” Lin said as she was braiding her hair getting ready to head over to her bfs house.

Your phone buzzed

Eren:

🍃?

“Like how does he tell you he wants to fuck you soooo bad but then walks around the campus like he don’t even know you?” She says finishing up with her hair.

“Yeah that’s what gets me all the time” you say laying down like a starfish on her bed as you responded to Eren.

You:

Too tired to get up.

Eren on the other line smiled at his phone with an idea in his head.

Eren:

Bet.

You were a bit confused by his response but shrugged it off. “So Tony’s tonight?”

“Yeah he wanted to go grab some dinner together then head to his house for the night” lin winked.

You chuckled before getting up from her bed as she got up to start heading out. “Don’t invite any douche bags” she looked at you while prepping her bag.

“Chill I’m not, I’m probably just gonna watch some movies and call it a night” you yawned following her to the front door.

She opens the door revealing Eren who was about to knock. Lin looks at you ‘are you serious’ was written all over her face.

“I didn’t know he was coming” you whispered enough for both of them to hear you.

She rolls her eyes pushing past Eren, “Bye y/n, text me if anything” she emphasized ‘anything’.

Eren looked at you and smiled “anything?”

“What are you doing here?” You ask him letting him in.

He set a bag on the counter taking out all the snacks and drinks “so I heard my little princess was tired to hang out so, I brought you some snacks so we can just chill here.”

“Free snacks I guess” you take the bag of snacks and take them to your room while Eren followed behind.

You two just sat on your bed while smoking another joint. Low music played in the background on your speaker. And there you were again on top of Eren making out with him.

“Y/n please” he whispers.

You removed his shirt as he did the same. You slowly sway your lips back and forth ignoring his words. The breathing between the both of you got heavier. He was now hovering on top of you. Moving his lips down to your stomach leaving soft kisses here and there.

“Eren please” you said stopping as he was trying to remove your shorts.

“Y/n I know you think that once you let me hit I’ll just ghost you, but trust me I won’t. You’re special to me.” He says leaving a soft peck on your lips again.

But that’s exactly what he did.

-

Days passed weeks even and you never heard from Eren. You turned your phone off after you blocked him. You knew exactly where it was gonna lead. You were vulnerable to his touch, it was your fault for even letting him in your dorm that day.

“I told you y/n” Jean say laying beside you.

“I don’t want to hear that right now Jean” you rubbed your face.

Although Jean was your ex, he was also your best friend. He was mad that you and Eren had been messing in the first place but there was nothing he could really do since you two hadn’t been dating.

“Come here” he says opening his arms.

You hugged him tightly as the tears streamed down your face. “I’m so stupid” you whispered.

“Yes you were” Lin says bringing a bowl of popcorn to your room.

“But it’s okay we all make mistakes” she lays down on the opposite side of you and Jean.

-

Eren left some girls room who was in the same building as yours. He dialed your phone number while he stood in front of your dorm room.

Voicemail immediately.

What was he expecting though? He went weeks without speaking to you and he expected you to answer his call?

That night you and him slept together, he whispered all these things in your ears. All these sweet words of affirmation. He never did that to anyone, but only you so it was more believable that you were ‘special to him’.

You really were special to him. But he claimed he just wanted one thing out of this friendship.

A couple minutes passed Jean walked out of your dorm room, which caught Eren by surprise.

Jean noticed Eren standing by the door.

“The hell are you doing here?” Jean asked closing the door behind him quickly.

“I could ask you the same thing” Eren says cocking his head up.

“Listen Eren…you and I aren’t the same. Me and y/n had a past where I gave her everything and loved her, meanwhile you? You just fucked then dipped. So if you think that this is a competition between us …you’re wrong.”

Eren stayed silent while staring at Jean. Jean was right though. Even if Eren tried to win you back the answer to everything will always be Jean.

“You’ve made her miserable these last few weeks. She really thought she could trust you” Jean walked away leaving Eren there.

As soon as Jean was out of sight, Eren knocked on the door. Seconds later Lin answered.

“She’s sleeping what do you want” she says closing the door behind her so he couldn’t catch the glimpse of you sitting on the couch watching some movie but he did see you.

“I know she’s in there and awake. I just want to see her” he says rubbing his neck.

Lin goes back inside. Soon after you walked out.

His eyes soften at the sight of you.

“What is it Eren?” The tone in voice was something Eren never heard, it was soft but harsh at the same time.

He pulls and a blunt and smiles bittersweetly.

You just looked at him.

“I’ve been sober for a while, graduation is around the corner” You say looking into his eyes.

“Yeah sorry” He whispers.

“Listen y/n, everything I said-“

“Was a lie obviously” He looked up at you to see the tears forming in your eyes.

To Eren you had always been a strong person, you rarely cried in front of him or at all. This was the first time he’s seen you cry.

“I know and y/n I really am sor-“

“Don’t apologize Eren, it’s not your fault. It’s mine for even letting anything happen knowing damn well what was going to happen after” you wiped your tears.

His heart ached. The guilt stacking on top him like a bunch of bricks. This relationship he had ruined all because he couldn’t stop thinking with his dick.

“It was nice knowing you during these 3 years” you smiled as the tears stained your cheeks.

And there he was left alone as you made your way back into your dorm room. He knew that meant that you two were never going to be in each others future probably ever.

-

He walked into the venue. Many parents and family were in seats waiting for the ceremony to start. He got a ticket to the graduation to see you once more.

After an hour your name was finally called up. He looked at the big screen to see that big smile you had as you grabbed your diploma and walked toward your seat again. It was the last genuine smile he’d seen from you.

-

He would always go to the same park you two would always meet up at. But this time he would be alone. He rarely hooked up with anyone this year. He was focused on just graduating.

He regretted everything too late. He regretted not taking things serious with you. He regretting ignoring you on school campus. Because now you’re ignoring him. And it hurts like hell. He tried texting you a couple times but the messages he sent were green. He quickly figured out that you had blocked him.

-

“You excited?” Jean says fixing Eren’s tie.

“Yeah” Is all he could mutter.

“Dude you’ve been like this for the whole school year, what’s wrong?” He asked while looking at himself in the mirror after fixing Eren’s tie.

“How it she?” Eren asked Jean.

Jean stopped suddenly figuring out why his demeanor had changed this year.

“She’s been doing really good actually, she’s been doing well with her art and stuff” Jean zipped up his gown.

“She’s actually coming today” he smiles while he put his cap on.

“Did you two get back together?” He asked Jean while zipping up his gown.

“Yeah like 5 months ago” Jean says avoiding eye contact with Eren.

Sometimes Eren wishes he was in Jeans shoes. He was perfect. A perfect boyfriend, a perfect best friend.

Suddenly Jean got a phone call. He walked a bit away from Eren before answering the phone and putting it on speaker since he was still fixing his gown and cap.

“Hey baby” he says.

“Where are youuu! Hurry I want to see how you look!” You heard her voice, the squeakiness in her voice of how impatient she was to see her boyfriend.

You smiled to yourself just thinking about her face.

“Yeah I’m gonna be heading out soon with um Eren” Jean replies.

“Oh okay text me when you guys head out, I’m here with your parents right now.”

Eren’s smile faded, his parents would’ve loved you. The fantasy of you being his girlfriend took over his head. The way he’d be calling you baby and how you’d be begging him to hurry up.

-

The ceremony was long and boring as usual. Eren made his way out the venue along with everyone else.

He looked around to see you and Jean kissing. There it was again, that heart ache he always had whenever he se saw you and Jean together.

He suddenly saw you walking over to him.

“You did it too” You have him a sudden hug which caught him by surprise.

“Y..yeah” he hugged you back, if nobody was around he probably would’ve picked you up and bursted crying but he couldn’t, because you weren’t his, and you never were.

“About the past y/n-“ you back away from the hug and shushed him.

“I don’t keep grudges forever Eren” You laughed. That laugh how much he missed it.

“Yeah? Well you still have me blocked” he chuckled bitterly.

“Sorry I’ve been busy, I’ll unblock you later” you smiled as Jean snaked his hands around you.

“Congratulations though…pretty boy” you flicked his nose once more before heading back to Jean’s family.

All he could do is watch you walk away. He would run after you and grabbed you if he could. But he couldn’t. But at least he knew that you’d always be in minimal contact with him. That’s good enough for him though.

“Now I know how you felt y/n” He whispered as his tears ran down his face.

-

Hey I’ve been gone for such a long time because I literally did not know what to write and because school was kicking my booty 😭😭 I barley passed this year guys trust me. But ayeeee 😛😛 summer breakkkkk.

This was low key rushed but I hope you guys enjoy !

I just reread this and I literally cannot spell..anyway let me know if you guys want an Eren ending 😉.

[wooglebear]

Three girls not for tetocu23, for once. Instead, they're for a separate AU I'm planning on making into a fic! An AU where Melvinborg accidentally wipes his past self from existence!

These three ladies are sisters whose relationship is highly strained.

-Georgina is the younger sister of three.

-As expected for a ten year old girl, she's innocent, calm and collected, sweet, but a bit ditzy and shy. Because of her ditziness, she's completely unaware if she is being rude or insensitive.

-She and she sisters turned up literally the day after Melvin Sneedly and Melvinborg took over the school, so Georgina and Chelsea did not get a real chance to see who each Melvin really is. So the two sisters call Melvinborg "Melvin".

-She has ADHD.

-Middle girl sister, 12 years old.

-Is very smart, almost to the point of being considered a child prodigy.

- She and Chelsea don’t talk and have never really interacted much outside of arguments.

-Yuri is often seen standing outside the windows of the hospital, or sometimes in them, waiting for people to die.

-It is needless to say that Yuri has an atrocious sleep schedule because of it.

-As a result, she's near constantly failing her assignments.

-This leaves her grades in the yellow zone. She's always scored a B or C thanks to going to hospitals at ungodly hours.

-As a result, Krupp has Yuri help Mr. Ree clean the school for a few weeks. She knows him as a result

-Let's just say Yuri was furious when she found out that the Splotch had taken over Mr. Ree's body. Her BFF doesn't need to be tortured from some creepy robe!

-Side note: any resemblance to dt17 kids is completely unintentional and only realized after the fact

-Three years older than Yuri

-Basically a jerk in every way shape and form.

-Often forces ppl to do stuff for her behind closed doors but around others she puts on a nice facade.

-She totally swears she isn't abusive

-Is very mean, controlling and overbearing of others

-Will often play the victim card

-Loves funerals

-Is a bit of a sadist, as is Yuri. Their sibling dynamic is basically this

-Any resemblance to Danganronpa characters is unintentional

-If I had a nickel for every time I created an art teacher CU OC for an AU, I'd have three nickels. Which isn't a lot, but funny that it happened thrice, right?

-Is a bit of an artist, hence the paint splatters

-Is a bit into doctor stuff

- Her family is a bit dysfunctional, because everyone’s scared of Yuri and Chelsea the psychopaths, Georgina is a bit of an introvert, and Sierra’s a bit weird (but with how weird the other staff is, she doesn’t seem as weird in comparison)

-since Georgina's fairly passive, Yuri is the big decision-maker of the siblings.

-also, Chelsea and Yuri are very protective of Georgina. She’s their younger sister and they love her so much.

- unrelated but when Melvinborg meets Sierra, our cyborg wants to make sure that a timeline where Melvin comes back becomes the main timeline- or what he sees as a Better Timeline than this nightmare camp- and he tries to set up the parameters for its existence but it goes sideways in some way, and he abandons the idea

[crimson25]

Fond memories

This one's super sweet. It just came out of nowhere. Hope you like it. 🖤💙💚💜

Peter loved hanging out with Thor. He was like the older brother he never had. Peter had taken it upon himself to acclimate Thor to midgardian things, such as his favorite TV shows, movies, and cartoons. Today was gravity falls. Though the show was for children, Thor thought the show was amusing and he really wanted to know what was behind the magic snack machine. They were on episode 3 headhunters, when Loki walked in. He was about to ask Thor something when the show caught his attention.

Dipper: we're heading into town to interrogate the murderer.

Mable: We have an axe. REE! REE! REE!

Stan: Hmmm this seems like the kind of thing a responsible parent wouldn't want you to do..... Good thing I'm an uncle. AVENGE ME KIDS! AVENGE ME!!!!!!!!

For some reason a memory came flooding into Loki's mind. When Thor and Loki were kids, their mother wouldn't let them play with weapons. When Frigga was gone though, the guards that were in charge of watching them, would sometimes let the boys play with their weapons, bringing them dangerous stuff to play with, and betting on which brother would win in a fight. Sure there were a few emergency trips to the healers but nothing too bad. Loki smiled as he thought fondly about those guards (their names lost to time).

Loki smiling: Thor do you remember those two guards that used to watch us when we were children?

Thor with a big smile forming on his face: you know it's funny brother I was thinking the exact same thing.

Peter: what are you guys talking about.

Loki handing Peter two red and blue daggers: Nothing, go play.

🖤💙💚💜

@mochie85 @michelleleewise @xorpsbane @loki-thou-art-drunk @just-another-blog-of-fluff @writingfics-passingtime @acciotherapists @mystictf @supermarvel-fics @peaches1958 @pics-and-fanfics

[edogawa-division]

Kaoru's Thoughts on Toshima Division

Kaori Narizuka

“Another experimental subject for Chuohku.” Kaoru sighs. “Athena above. Is there anyone inside their labs who has a moral compass? What I've managed to discover after some extensive hacking is that she was taken for her skills to manipulate emotions with her piano. I can only imagine what Chuohku wants to utilize that for. Just looking at this woman you can see the sorrow in her eyes. It reminds me of…Kanra. Oh, she may be cheerful and sweet nowadays but when we first met her, she was so dreary. It looked like she had given up all hope. Yuriko and I managed to breathe some new life into her and I think that is what Kaori needs. Someone to bring her back to life again.” 

Mei Yu

“Mei Yu. Current bodyguard to the Head bitch herself and former bodyguard to Ryuu Mafuyu who she stabbed in the back out of her own petty jealousy. Yuriko has some choice words to say about her. Now I hear Mei wants to take a stab at Yuriko.” Kaoru begins to uncontrollably laugh. “Hahaha! Oh, that's a good one! Do you really think you can go up against the Black Dahlia? The woman who is said to have death mastered down to an art form? Please. There are only a handful of people walking on this planet able to keep up with Yuriko when she goes all out. You are not even one of them.” 

Lillian Rees

“Lililan Rees or should call you LeAnn Chambers instead?” Kaoru huffs. “Used to terrorize her back when she was a member of the British army. I would steal any secrets the Brits had hiding around and sell them to the highest bidder. I did enjoy getting on LeAnn’s nerves well up until she disappeared one day. I'm still trying to figure out what happened to her exactly because no one joins Chuohku under a new name without something major happening. My leading theory is that she sent to spy on them but got found out. Surprised they didn't just get rid of her if that's the case but personally? I think those bitches got something planned and LeAnn is nothing more than an unfortunate bystander.” 

Inner Circle

“Geez a majorly depressed pianist, a backstabbing bodyguard, and a potentially brainwashed computer specialist. Chuohku sure does know how to pick them for their teams. Even their name sounds so pretentious. “Inner Circle” yeah, right more like pawns to get rid of the moment they fail.” 

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

and having a marvelous time by varnes

A greatttt job weaving Sound of Music into the au. It really fit perfectly and was such a fun read. The time in the Burial Mounds of LZ and WY falling in love was funny, sweet, and perfect! The kids were the BEST ❤️

I also liked the JY and NHS’s stories. Their hard decisions and hidden depths were interesting to explore.

Really enjoyed this story 🥰

Quotes:

Seven children, living among ghosts. Untaught in the art of cultivation, but reliant on it nevertheless. Taught to believe that the world around them was made of only sharp and painful edges. Rejected by the man who refused to claim them as their father.

Wen Qionglin had told him, “Sometimes they do naughty things, but only because it’s very hard, living here, and they’re just babies.” In Lan Wangji’s many years as a teacher in Cloud Recesses, he has never met a child that acted out without cause.

Many years ago, Lan Wangji had knelt outside his mother’s house for days and days and days, waiting. He had been punished for it. He had kept kneeling anyway.

Discipline does not need to take the form of violence, he thinks.

Symptoms are not the root.

Decision made, Lan Wangji makes quick work of cleaning the dwelling before setting out to find Wen Qionglin. He is preparing dinner.

Dinner is radishes.

Lan Wangji believes in gratitude for all forms of services and sustenance, but this family truly eats an indecent amount of radishes.

————

“Xiansheng said we weren’t supposed to come in until you were better but then it was days and days and Qing-jie came out and Yuan-ge said how is baba and she said he’s even more stupid than usual and Zhen-ge said what’s that mean and Yi-ge said he’s dead probably and then I got scared that you were dead and then I came to check and you were lying here and you looked dead! So. I had to cry.”

Honestly, Wei Wuxian has to admit that Yuyu’s impressions are pretty good. He’s got the voices down, even while blubbering. Yuyu drags his arm across his nose, a trail of snot darkening his —

Wait.

“Are those Lan robes?” he asks, eyebrows shooting up and wishing desperately that he could sit up and turn his head. His intonation lacks something without the gestures, he thinks. Instead, his gaze darts to Lan Wangji, who is calmly and studiously arranging his own sleeves.

Yuyu nods. “Xiansheng said if we’re Lans we should dress neatly and app-rope-ree-at-ly,” he says, looking up at Lan Wangji for confirmation.

Lan Wangji, to Wei Wuxian’s amazement, nods seriously in agreement. “Lan Xuanyu,” he says, in his voice, that sounds — like that, still, which should be illegal, in Wei Wuxian’s opinion, “it is time for your lessons.”

“Lessons,” Wei Wuxian repeats dumbly, even as Yuyu scrambles up and off him, straightening his robes as he slides back down onto his feet. He presses a very wet, but careful, kiss to Wei Wuxian’s cheek.

“Yes, Xiansheng,” he chirps, before darting toward the door, then skidding to a stop and muttering to himself, “Do not rush too fast,” before proceeding again, much more slowly.

Wei Wuxian gapes.

“That’s not quite it,” Lan Wangji notes, voice edging toward dry. Wei Wuian has never heard his voice be dry before. When they had met during the war, he always just sounded like … like Wei Wuxian’s very existence made him mad. “But he is correct in essence.”

————

He blows out a long breath. “Okay,” he says again. “That’s enough for now. Finish your lessons. I’ve got — stuff. To do. In the Demon Subdue Palace. So don’t come in for a while. Be good for Lan Zhan, all right?”

Six little Lans gasp. “You can’t call him that,” Zizhen hisses, scandalized. “It’s Xiansheng!”

“He’s your xiansheng, not mine,” Wei Wuxian snorts. “Because you’re a baby, and I’m the terrifying Yiling Patriarch.”

“Terrifying, my foot,” Jingyi tells him. “You’re the least scary person in the whole world, other than jiujiu.”

“Jiujiu’s a fierce corpse,” Wei Wuxian points out.

Jingyi considers this. “Okay, you’re less scary than jiujiu, but it’s on a technicality.”

Hm. That’s not ... where Wei Wuxian was going with that.

“I’m going to do evil and scary experiments in the Demon Subdue Palace,” he announces, turning his nose up and handing Mianmian off to Yuyu.

E, 108k

Summary:

Wen Qing relaxes minutely, scrutinizing him. “Then,” she asks, “why are you here, Lan-er-gongzi?”

He thinks of seven children, living here, surrounded by ghosts, fathered — fathered? — by the one who harnesses resentment to command the dead. Children he has named, inexplicably, Lan. Wen Qionglin is a fierce corpse, and yet he apparently talks and thinks and makes his own decisions. The children call him jiujiu. The children climb on his lap and ignore his instructions and say things like “he’s dead” with a careless lilt in their voices.

Whatever the Yiling Patriarch is doing, whatever Wei Wuxian wants, Lan Wangji does not think it is an act of war.

So he does not say, “I am here to neutralize the Yiling Patriarch.”

He does not say, “Sentiment is gathering against you.”

He does not say, “First liberate, second suppress, third eliminate.”

Lying is forbidden, so Lan Wangji bows his head and says something true: “The Lan sect has very recently learned of seven disciples living in Yiling. I have come to attend their education.”

-

OR: It's a Sound of Music AU. Sort of.

[threshie]

I was tagged by @jennilah !

shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people

I picked the playlist I load up and shuffle the most right now. Here goes!

LVCRFT - SKELETON SAM

Clean Bandit - Baby (feat. Marina & Luis Fonsi)

MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS - Mowgli’s Road

David Rees - Diamante

Men At Work - Who Can It Be Now?

X Ambassadors - Renegades

Blue Oyster Cult - Dancin' In The Ruins

Kimbra - Sweet Relief

BØRNS - Dopamine

Ed Sheeran - Bad Habits

Tagging (for fun, no pressure—also if you don't know these folks, they're good eggs and you should check out their blogs ♥):

@yifera @dappermouth @wingheadshellhead @andlatitude @sciderman @gorlassar @consulting-cannibal @samanddeaninpanties @moosopp-art @thayerkerbasy

[miss-polly]

💜💜💜 REE!!! 💜💜💜 You are genuinely so wonderful to interact both IC and OOC, and just? an absolute inspiration. You're so creative and talented... your character creation and concepts, your art and use of color, and everything about your writing??? all of them are so good, and you're so fucking nice and sweet an a delight to talk to!

2023 love! // @umbralined ;

Hello, right back at you?? You're SO awesome and i adore you!!!! thank you for being a pal!!! Get uno reversed!!

[kitchenbloggers]

Exploring the World of Kitchen Blogs: A Culinary Journey

In the age of digital transformation, the culinary world has embraced the internet with open arms, giving rise to a diverse and dynamic community of kitchen bloggers. These passionate individuals not only share their love for food but also provide invaluable insights, recipes, and tips to help food enthusiasts explore the endless possibilities of the culinary realm.

Whether you're an aspiring chef, a home cook, or just someone who enjoys a good meal, kitchen blogs offer a treasure trove of knowledge and inspiration. In this article, we will delve into the exciting world of kitchen blogs, guiding you through the top picks and must-follow bloggers.

The Rise of Kitchen Blogs

Over the past decade, the food blogging sphere has witnessed a meteoric rise in popularity. With the advent of social media and online platforms, anyone with a passion for cooking can become a kitchen influencer. These blogs cater to various niches within the culinary world, from vegan and gluten-free cooking to gourmet cuisine and international flavors.

Kitchen blogs have become an indispensable source of culinary inspiration and knowledge in today's digital age. These online platforms, created and curated by passionate food enthusiasts, offer a diverse array of recipes, cooking tips, and a glimpse into the world of gastronomy.

Whether you're an amateur cook looking to expand your culinary skills or a seasoned chef seeking fresh ideas, kitchen blogs provide a wealth of information and creativity. From mouthwatering recipes to insightful kitchen hacks, these blogs offer a delightful journey into the heart of the culinary arts, making them a go-to resource for anyone with a love for food and cooking.

Top 10 Kitchen Blogs You Should Follow

To make your culinary journey easier, here are ten exceptional kitchen blogs that deserve your attention:

The Pioneer Woman: Ree Drummond's blog offers a delightful blend of homey recipes and captivating storytelling.

Smitten Kitchen: Known for its tested and foolproof recipes, this blog by Deb Perelman is a go-to for many.

Minimalist Baker: Dana Shultz's blog specializes in simple and delicious plant-based recipes.

Food52: A community-driven blog featuring a wide range of recipes, cooking tips, and product recommendations.

Serious Eats: For the science-minded food enthusiast, this blog dives deep into the hows and whys of cooking.

Epicurious: A vast collection of recipes from magazines like Bon Appétit and Gourmet.

Sally's Baking Addiction: Perfect for those with a sweet tooth, Sally's blog is all about baking.

Tasty: Known for its engaging video content and easy-to-follow recipes.

Oh She Glows: Angela Liddon's blog focuses on wholesome and plant-based recipes.

Half Baked Harvest: Tieghan Gerard's blog combines beautiful food photography with mouthwatering recipes.

How can I contact kitchen bloggers for specific cooking questions?

Contacting kitchen bloggers for specific cooking questions is often a straightforward and accessible process. Most kitchen bloggers are actively engaged with their audience and are eager to assist their readers. You can typically find contact information on their blog, including email addresses or contact forms.

Some bloggers also maintain a strong presence on social media platforms, such as Instagram, Twitter, or Facebook, where you can direct message them or leave comments on their posts. Additionally, many kitchen bloggers host Q&A sessions or live chats, providing an opportunity for real-time interaction and the chance to get your cooking queries answered promptly.

So, don't hesitate to reach out to your favorite kitchen bloggers; they're usually more than happy to share their expertise and insights with you.

Conclusion

In a world where culinary possibilities are endless, kitchen blogs serve as an indispensable resource for food enthusiasts. From the creative minds behind these blogs, you can gain inspiration, expand your culinary horizons, and connect with a vibrant community that shares your passion for food. So, embark on this culinary journey, explore the blogs mentioned above, and discover the delightful world of flavors waiting to tantalize your taste buds.

[kruinka]

CONGRATS ON GETTING THE JOB KRUIN!!🥳 UR NOW IN UR EMPLOYMENT ERA!! fellow fnb part timer here too^^ so atb juggling between school, work shifts and art LMAOAOAO🥹👍 burn-outs gonna be frequent now so im sending u some virtual support🫶🫶

THANK UUUU and hi ree 😭😭😭😭EMPLOYMENT ERA IS REAL I NEVER THOUGHT ID SEE THE DAY

But classes won't be starting until a couple months later for me so I hope burnout doesn't happen so soon 🫠I hope it's going well for u tho!!

And thank u again u are so sweet 😭