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rowretro · 4 months

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✧warnings: Yandere/toxic themes, kidnapping, explicit stuff mentioned (this isnt my best writting im so sorry its been saur long, im working thru the reqs too<3 my drafts are filled w sm so stay tuned!!!)

❁synopsis: Sunghoon is feared by all, his name was enough to reinforce that fear, for he had grown to be a much more fearful mafia than his father, though one with morals, he never let women in his life, and he barely trusted anyone... until he saw a butterfly.

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Sunghoon stepped out of his limo, suitcase loaded with cash. He was filthy rich, and he couldn't deny it, so seeing him give a suitcase of month everytime the orphanage needed money, he was happy to help. His face always had a cold look, but the children all loved him, they were only safe, and loved in a caring foster home just because of him.

The man got into his vehcile, sitting in the driver's seat as Jungwon stared at him. "I still dont understand why you don't hire a driver for yourself bro-" Jungwon simply asked as Sunghoon raised an eyebrow "The rest of you boys cant be trusted driving under stressful situations so you have one, I just dont need one." he simply said as he started his car. The man started driving, when his car came to a sudden halt.

There before him, a pretty girl "Bro- u almost hit that hottie-" Jungwon pointed out as Sunhgoon didnt even bother turning his way, his eyes glued on the girl who apologized, before gettign distracted again, chasing after the blue morpho butterfly. "Crazy bitch- fuck she scared me-" Jungwon mumbled as Sunghoon continued staring at the girl, lovestruck, the way she raised her hand, and let the butterfly sit on her finger, as she kissed near it.

"Jungwon. I want to know every little detail about that girl. where she studies, where she lives, what she likes, what she hates, everything." He stated as Jungwon frowned, yet complied. She was very pretty, her layered dark hair, her perfectly winged eyeliner, the way she walked freely like she didn't give a care in the world. Not to mention, she definitely had style. For the first time he fell in love. So he will have her fall for him.

It didn't take Jungwon too long, as soon as he got home, he printed out the necessary files "Her name is y/n, she lives with the Lee's, yes She's Lee Heeseung's sister. Her father owns many schools, and she studies in the one Heeseung teaches in, to be fair, you're going to have to get on Heeseung's good side if you want her, because they're looking to arrange a marriage for her." Jungwon concluded as Sunghoon smiled.

It was all so easy for him. She was just within reach. "What brings you here Sunghoon?" Heeseung asked as the male looked around the School grounds. "Oh? well uhm.... uhh... just looking for a potential threat in this college- He's hiding from me..." he lied as Heeseung nodded. "In that case keep an eye on my sister-" Heeseung replied as he pat his shoulder, and walked off to a group of loud students.

His eyes finally found her, a butterfly sitting on her cheek, and she didn't even flinch, still writting notes in her book. He took a seat in front of her, causing the butterfly to fly away. The girl looked up, tilting her head at him. "Mr Park! what brings you here.... you aren't going to kill me are you?..." She asked as Sunghoon snickerred "Of course not.... what could possibly lead me to hurting a sweetheart like you?" He asked, his hand softly holding her jaw, as he ran his thumb across her lips and cheek.

It's no surprise she knew who he was, he was the Park Sunghoon, everyone knows him. God her lips are so perfect, he was so soft, making sure not to smudge her makeup or hurt her. However y/n felt a little uncomfortable... She softly pulled away. She can't deny it, he's fucking gorgeous, fighting her intrusive thoughts of rubbing her thumb across his brows.

"I wanted to see how my pretty girl is doing. My pretty girl..." he smiled, as he placed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Im installing a butterfly greenhouse in my garden just for you, Heeseung said you love flowers, I have a whole garden filled with jasmines, roses, lotuses and many other flowers you name it..." Sunghoon continued. It was all moving so fast, was this her fiancee her parents picked for her? why's he moving so fast? why him? is this a trap to kill her?

It was none of which... The Lee father fears Sunghoon, and Heeseung is like a brother to Sunghoon, after all the man did abuse Heeseung and y/n growing up, so when Sunghoon asked to marry her, Of course her parents wer happy with it, Mrs Lee believed he was a sweetheart. Heeseung wasn't too happy at first, but he wasn't a typical mafia boss, playboy with prostitutes every night, how bad could it possibly be.

"Uhm..... huh?" Y/n asked, not knowing what to say or ask. "You're parents are ok with me marrying you so, instead of circling around, im giving it to you straight." Sunghoon simply said "All you need to do is pack your belongings when you get home, you're moving in with me, your room will be right opposite mine, and we can talk about what you want in this marriage ok?" He asked as Y/n stared, stunned.

She was never told anything.... Why is everything going so fast? She was being married off to a blood thirsty beastly man who kills for a living?! As Sunghoon left, she sat there lost in thought. So she really was his?.......

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spiderlandry · 1 year

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Routine — ethan landry

Description: Ethan feels you slowly drift away as you spend time with another person.

Pairing: Ethan Landry x GN!Reader (they/them pronouns)

Warnings: unedited, kinda wordy, fluff, jealousy, some angst but happy ending

Word Count: 1.9k

Author’s note: can u guess who reader’s chem partner is ??

Tradition and routine are important to Ethan Landry. Since you’ve made the decision to have lunch with him every Wednesday at the diner a few blocks from his apartment, he eventually begins to expect you to show up there without a text message. It’s routine, now. It’s a tradition—and he didn’t realize how sacred it was to him until his phone pings with a text from you on a Wednesday:

hey im sorry i cant make it to lunch i got assigned a small project in chem and its partners :/ and we could only find a time for today (ugh) lunch next wednesday?

sorry again. have a good lunch!! dont have too much fun without me tho

He’s not bothered. Why would he be? You sound like you’d rather be with him than working on that project, so he’s flattered in that aspect that you sound somewhat possessive with the, ‘don’t have too much fun’.

It’s not like he’s already at the diner already.

(He was on his way.)

But it’s only a blip in the hundred other moments you spend with him, even if those moments are also spent with other people present.

So he doesn’t take it to heart. Even if his heart slightly aches without you beside him, almost a symptom of withdrawal, which he won’t realize until much, much later.

Ethan often spends time in the main library on Friday nights. He’s not a stranger to the usual people who also spend their time there, there’s not a lot of people because there are better things for a college student to do on Friday nights. Ethan is different. Although, he only started going on Friday nights because midterms are soon and he can’t afford to fail or retake anything.

However, a familiar figure comes into the library next to a tall stranger. You, with some guy, trying to playfully shush him as you enter the quiet space earning some dirty looks from students around.

You lightly slap the stranger’s arm with a grin, and you don’t see Ethan—he’s sitting in a corner and you’re turned away from him.

There’s no denying that the stranger is handsome. Tall, brown hair, somewhat dorky mannerisms but in a charming way. Ethan could be in love with this guy if he himself isn’t so in love with you.

Ethan opts to look down at his work instead, eyes almost unfocused as the thought of losing his chance being brought to the forefront of his mind.

What he doesn’t see a few seconds later, between the shelves, slightly closer to Ethan, you finally spot him. He doesn’t see the way your smile droops slightly, and how the man next to you asks who you’re staring at.

“Oh,” you whisper to your chemistry partner, Peter, “That’s Ethan. The guy I told you about.”

“You’d look good together.” He teases.

You almost kick him jokingly, but he dodges. “Just because I told you my crush doesn’t mean you get to tease me. Plus, if you do, I’ll tell Gwen about yours.”

But of course, this conversation happens outside of Ethan’s earshot. You’re not looking at him anymore, and as he glances up one more time, he only sees the smile directed at that stranger that used to be reserved for him on Wednesday afternoons.

Yeah, I’ve lost my chance, Ethan thinks.

Ethan has decided to spend more time with his friends. It has nothing to do with you, not at all. (It’s not denial.) He lounges in the Carpenter apartment on Saturday night with Chad and Tara. Mindy was also supposed to be there, but texted last minute she can’t make it.

They assure him he’s not third-wheeling, but he definitely is.

But he stops himself before he suggests he can leave. He gives it a chance, because otherwise he would be alone in the dorm—and on a normal occasion he’d leave and call you instead, but he has a feeling your voice will only draw him back to the reliance of your presence. You haven’t talked since Wednesday, since that text message that Ethan believes is the beginning of the end.

Chad notices Ethan’s faraway look, they’re both sitting on the couch while Tara gets a drink from the kitchen.

“You okay, man?” His roommate snaps him out of the daze. “You seem sad.”

“I’m not.” Ethan has answered that too quickly to either of their liking, but it goes unmentioned.

“You can talk to me. If you want.”

Chad’s become more emotionally available since the first time they moved in together, Ethan appreciates that his friend makes an effort even if it seems to take some work. So Ethan humours him.

“Y/N. They’re spending time with this guy and I just—I don’t know.”

Tara comes back with a few sodas, handing one to him and to her boyfriend.

“Y/N?” She echoes, sipping from her drink. “You mean they’re spending time with Peter?”

Ethan realizes maybe he shouldn’t have said anything because Tara’s close to you and if he says something she might say something—

“I won’t tell them.” She says, sensing Ethan’s panic. “They’re just friends, if you’re wondering.”

Chad is grateful for his girlfriend stepping in. She certainly knows more, at least in that respect.

“Aren’t they chem partners, or something?” Chad asks her, wanting to alleviate the tension he can sense on his best friend. He remembers Tara offhandedly mentioning it one time.

(Let’s be honest, anything Tara knows, Chad knows too.)

“Well,” Tara prevents herself from a grimace. “They were partners. Y/N told me they finished the project. So now they’re just friends.”

It has the opposite effect that Chad had wanted.

It only lets Ethan know that it won’t be long until you introduce this Peter to the group as your boyfriend, probably.

“Can we change the subject?” Ethan requests.

He’s thankful as they adamantly jump into another topic about something funny that happened recently, an inkling deep in his soul that they did it on purpose to make him laugh—a hint of relief as he thinks, friendship isn’t that bad. (It’s good.) You and him could still be friends, he thinks. And that’s what he wants, for you to be in his life in any capacity, long as you’d let him.

Sunday nights are movie nights in the Carpenter household. And that tradition is extended to the entire group, including you. He doesn’t know why he’s nervous—his palms are sweating, his legs are bouncing, and his mind is anywhere else besides the present.

You arrive late, and the movie hasn’t started because they’re waiting for you.

Ethan thinks Chad or somebody must have done it on purpose, because the only empty seat on the couch is the one right next to him.

Obviously, you take it. The proximity is almost too much for Ethan, but he’d be a damn liar if he said it didn’t help his anxiety just a little bit. You take away his nerves after they appear in the absence of you. You’re his medicine.

The movie starts and you still don’t say anything to each other. He ignores the looks from Chad and Tara, and you seem to be oblivious to it as you keep your eyes on the television.

By the second movie, you’ve both gotten more comfortable, leaning into each other— and to Ethan’s surprise, you put your head on his shoulder. He looks around and no one notices. Not because they don’t care, but because they’re all asleep.

You fit so perfectly almost as if you’d been like this before, in a different lifetime of another universe.

Unbeknownst to Ethan, you had your own intent coming into this movie night, late on purpose and nerves taking away your courage in the absence of Ethan.

SUNDAY MORNING

Sometimes, you’d invite someone to get coffee with you when mornings were pleasant enough to be with other people.

Today, Tara said she was available to get coffee after you’d sent a text to the group chat asking if anyone wanted to come—so you got coffee with her.

It wasn’t your intention, but still, you end up at her apartment half an hour later, chatting about what’s happened in the week.

Somehow the topic of dating has come up, and Tara rambles about Chad’s funny ideas about dates that you laugh at.

Much to your dismay, the question tumbles out of your mouth before you can stop it. “How do I know if I’m in love with someone?”

She can’t read your face, it’s blank. But she can read your tone: the layer of uneasiness and worry that you’re trying to hard to bury and keep hidden. She tries her best not to show any emotion, either. Because there could only be two possible answer to the question Tara is about to ask.

“Who are you in love with?”

“Who said I was?” Quick answer, deflect the question.

“You’re thinking it, though.”

“So what if I am?”

And she just decides to lay it on the table. “Is it Peter?”

Your instinct is to laugh, because from your perspective, not a universe exists where you and Peter have any romantic connection. And you say, “Why would it be Peter?”

Tara realizes you’re serious pretty quickly. “Everybody thinks that.”

Your face drops, brows furrow. “Seriously?” Tara nods.

“Does Ethan think that?”

Tara smiles.

She has her answer.

PRESENT

The feeling of being close to him is intoxicating. You snake your hand toward his, playing with it until you loosely begin to hold his hand.

Your hand in mine feels right, he thinks. For a split second, his breath is stolen, but the tiny space between your palms get warm—he can breathe—and the warmness travels throughout Ethan’s body and suddenly he wants to verbalize every unspoken word from each interaction with you, but all words come back to I love you I love you I love you.

But there is one thing.

“What about...” He whispers, gulps. “Peter?”

And that’s when you finally look up at him and he turns his head to face yours—a mistake—you are much too close for his heart not to burst. He can feel your breath and he’s sure you can feel his, and there’s nothing else he can think of as he waits with bated breath for your response.

“Why would I wanna be with him when I want to be with you?”

You say it so casually, so surely, as if you’re certain nothing can take away that statement—that truth—from your grasp. The tone catches him so off guard that his words are lost for a moment.

Your eyes aren’t expectant in that moment, though waiting. You’re patient, as if you know what he’s going to say.

“Will—” he tries to be quiet, “will you go on a date with me?” Your smile gets impossibly wider and it mirrors his.

“Always.”

Tara, laying next to Chad nearby—pretending to be asleep—suppresses a grin of her own.

Additional A/N: personally i think their first date is at the diner !! and the diner staff see the progression of their relationship every wednesday lol and yes the chem partner is peter parker (specifically had andrew’s peter in mind, i think that’s clear with the ‘tall’ if not the gwen part LMAO)

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream #scream vi #scream 6 #ethan landry fluff #scream x reader #scream 6 x reader #jack champion

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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WIBTA for mentioning college again to my online friend, despite her telling me she knows it's not for her/not making a decision about it right now?

We both turned 18 this year, and are in our last years of highschool, and hopefully will both graduate this year! We met two years ago, and call and play games together sometimes, send each other selfies, share our silly crushes—she's the best girl friend I have right now and im very grateful for her.

Some info about me: both of my parents grew up very low income and from rough places and got full scholarships/a deal(like they pay for your college, and then you work for them after), because of this they're financially doing much better than both their families(my mother regularly sending money back home to pay for surgeries , bills, etc.). All of this is to say I've been raised with the mindset that higher education is my ticket to bettering my life, and I take school very seriously. I live in an area with a lot of immigrants, and all my friends do plan on going to college. Here is my disclaimer that I know college is *not* for everyone, and you do not need to go to college to be successful. But my friend is in the same stage in life as me, and I think it could be beneficial for her. She's not the best student at all(also home-schooled and does online schooling), but she's passing all her classes. We've talked about it before and I've asked if she's thought about college, and she said no because everyone in her family who went was just left with debt. Additionally she's not motivated in school now, so she doesn't think she would be motivated in college and would just end up as a "money dump". She's also talked about college with her mom, who said that she was only 18 and didn't need to make decisions about it right now. Right now her plan is to get a minimum wage job after high school(she's mentioned a fast food chain). I do think it would be good for her to get out of the house because right now she's basically stuck at home because her mom doesn't like going places. To my knowledge she has no friends irl, because of the homeschooling. Which is one of the reasons why I think college would be great for her--the chance to be with other people your own age.

We've only talked about college one time where I just asked, and after that I haven't mentioned it because I don't want to act like I have any say in her life decisions or make her feel bad. I've just been thinking about it lately because logically to me it seems like if she did want to go to college, now would be the best time because she would have the support of her online school where she has a counselor. Her mom didn't go to college and she isn't in regular contact with her dad.

For more context my family is middle class and I'm not sure what her financial situation is, but I do know comfortable but not deeply so. I would hate to bring up college if it's something she knows she cant afford( but long term I think going to college would help her make more money than any job she started now, which is why Im thinking about bringing it up again). I don't know if this is enough context, and I'm willing to provide more! I'll admit I'm not the smartest teen out there, so if you see any thing wrong with my thinking or think I'm a total asshole please tell me and I'll check my behavior. Im also keeping in mind her lack of motivation that she mentioned she had in school, and of course her mental health and wellbeing is of like. the utmost importance.

so, would I be the asshole for bringing up college with her again, despite knowing her situation? I really love this friend and the last thing I would want to do with her is be disrespectful and insensitive. thank you for very much, Tumblr! any advice you can give in the comments would be greatly appreciated.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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bordysbae · 1 year

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reader taking the boys out to go country line dancing for rutger’s 19th birthday??

“save a horse ride a…”

rutger mcgroarty x f!reader

wc: 0.9k

warning: implied sexual activities

your boyfriend rutger was born in nebraska, so, to a certain extent, he has some country roots to him. one thing you’ve learned over the last 5 1/2 months is that he has a love for country line dancing. “okay ethan, you’re gonna tell him that you and the boys planned him a birthday surprise, and have him be blindfolded when you start getting closer to the place, okay? and then when he takes it off we’re all gonna yell surprise alright? don’t screw this up eddy, it’s simple,” you say through the phone on the way to pick up rutgers birthday cake.

“thanks for thinking i’m that dimwitted that i cant even follow a basic instruction,” ethan chuckles.

“what time are you picking him up? i know the rest of the guys are coming to the place in about 45 minutes, so maybe get him in about an hour?” you say, arriving at the cake shop in the midst of ann arbor.

“yup got it! thanks for planning all of this y/n, he’s gonna love it,” ethan reassures, knowing that you’re a little nervous about the whole thing.

“thanks eddy, i really hope he likes it. it took me forever to find a place, but thankfully i did and was able to rent it out. oh, and when we were visiting his parents a few weeks ago i swiped his cowboy hat, so i have that with me too! i’m really excited! all those times rutger tried to teach me how to line dance are gonna come in handy tonight. anyways i gotta get the cake, but text me updates okay?” you exclaim.

“yup alright, see ya soon y/n!” ethan says before ending the call. you then walk inside the shop and pick up rutgers birthday cake. currently you’re dressed in navy bootcut jeans and a tight white shirt, so of course you get a few confused looks as to why you’re dressed so differently than most college students. you ignore the looks, and after getting the cake you immediately make your way to the place that you rented out for tonight.

after setting up everything you need, the boys begin to start filing in, wearing the closest things they have to line dancing/country attire. surprisingly, for most of them it actually wasn’t impossible for them to find correct attire. eventually it’s time for ethan to be arriving with rutger, and he told you he just put the blindfold on him. ethan parks his car, and carefully guides rutger into the now silent building. “yo dude where are we? why is it like dead silent in here?” rutger chuckles. ethan then takes the bandana off of rutgers eyes, and you and the boys immediately shout ‘surprise!’

a huge smile forms across his cheeks, seeing all of his friends and girlfriend get together just specifically for him. you walk over to him and place his cowboy hat on his head, stepping on your tip-toes to place a peck on his lips. “happy birthday babe, i love you!” you say.

“thank you love! where did you get my cowboy hat? did you take this from my parents house?” he chuckles as he wraps an arm around you, taking in the fact that all of his friends are in country-like attire. “maybeee,” you say dragging out the e, “cmon we’re all going country line dancing since i know you love it! show off your moves babe!” you exclaim as you run over to the building worker, giving him your phone to use as aux. as you run back over to the birthday boy, ‘bow chicka wow wow’ by meghan patrick starts playing and you immediately start dancing with rutger, the other boys following in pursuit.

a solid forty-five minutes go by of just pure laughter and messy dance moves, and you all decide to take a little break to eat cake.

you’re all sat at a table towards the far end of the room, and you and rutger are sat next to each other. he then places a gentle kiss on your temple, “thank you for planning this, y/n. it’s the best birthday gift. and, i never knew you actually paid attention when i taught you line dancing!” he chuckles, making you smile.

“well, what can i say? when i have you as my teacher i’ll take any excuse just to watch you. even if you’re teaching me how to like dance,” you joke, making rutger scrunch up his nose.

“you’re so cringe, i love it,” he says before taking his hat off of his head and placing it on top of yours. you readjust it slightly and laugh at how ridiculous you must look. you pull out your snapchat camera to look at yourself, and that’s when an idea comes to mind. “you know what they say rut… save a horse ride a…” you begin to say, but suddenly you’re interrupted by mark. “ew y/n shut up! did you guys not realize that we’ve been sitting here silently waiting for you two to finish so we can keep dancing?” he blinks, making your cheeks go hot.

“y/n we’ll save that for later,” rutger winks at you jokingly, making all of the other guys groan and fake gag. “remind me why we decided to come again?” duker speaks up.“because you all love me,” rutger cheekily grins, making all the duker flip him off.

“whatever man, let’s just keep dancing. i think i’m getting pretty good at this,” duker says. “yeah, you keep telling yourself that man,” nolan says as he pats dylan’s shoulder.

#rutger mcgroarty #rutger mcgroarty imagine #rutger mcgroarty blurb #rutger mcgroarty x reader #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #umich hockey #michigan hockey

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banigarubug · 6 months

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warning ;; david’s attempt

consider:

sarah, a college student home for the summer, is hospitalized after falling ill

& ellie who was seriously injured while running away from a foster placement and is placed in the bed next door

they click instantly. sarah is a sweetheart who gets along with anyone and ellie is eager to please a cool college student like any 14 year old would want to

joel and ellie … not so much

ellie gets a kick out of pissing joel off almost as much as sarah gets a kick out of witnessing it .. so ellie amps it up a notch over the course of a few days to really drive joel crazy and make sarah’s time in the hospital better

one of the nurses tells ellie laughter is the best medicine and that’s what sarah deserves. sarah is probably the first person to be nice to ellie like this. to just… accept her with a fond smile. (except maybe riley. but she’s gone now. sometimes ellie thinks sarah looks like her, just a little bit.)

but then ellie is discharged and has to go right back to the place she ran from. her social worker says no one else will take her. of course they wouldn’t.

ellie doesn’t have a phone, but sarah gives her her and joel’s numbers anyways. makes her promise to call if she wants to run again. that way sarah can keep her safe

ellie uses the elusive payphones and stranger’s cells to call sarah sporadically so she knows ellie’s alive, but other than that, it’s inconsistent contact at best. but her birthday is coming up and sarah doesn’t want a gift this year. instead she asks joel to get ellie a phone.. and he says yes. next time ellie calls sarah, it’s 3 days before her birthday, and sarah gets ellie’s address. gets joel to sign her out of the hospital to drive her there and deliver the gift in person. its the most expensive thing ellie’s ever seen and she cries and hugs sarah and then hugs joel

and joel realizes, really, that ellie’s just a kid

she’s a spitfire with a sharp tongue and a huge ego to make up for how small she really is but she’s also just some kid who has never been shown love before

so joel decides to take ellie in, a little bit

not as a foster parent - he and sarah have their hands full, she’s dropping out and the hospital bills are piling up, and ellie’s foster parents are fine anyways, just old and weird - but takes her to visit sarah once a week for a meal together - sarah calls it family dinner, behind ellie’s back but straight to joel’s face - and whenever else sarah wants the company

and maybe he brings sarah to ellie’s school once or twice to pick her up and take her to lunch … or cuz ellie was in an art gallery and the featured piece of the whole exhibit was something she made … or sometimes without sarah when she cuts class and wont tell him why so he just gets her a milkshake and listens to facts about dinosaurs until she agrees to catch the last periodd

christmas is coming up soon and ellie’s excited because she’s gotten them both gifts . for sarah its a couple things - handmade friendship bracelets and a pair of earrings she skipped a week and a half of school lunches for and she painted sarah’s pennyboard with butterflies and crashing waves and a little white moth beside a purple emperor

for joel a huge framed painting of sarah and joel with sarahs grandmother/joels mom who died when sarah was little. joel cooks all her recipes and talks about how much he misses her and says stuff like “she woulda loved you, ellie” so she’s confident he’ll love it and she knows sarah will too

but ellie gets into a fight at school. it’s not really a bad one by any means but it’s the worst her newest placement has seen and they decide she’s too complicated for them. she cant leave the state but she can leave the city, and she’s out of boston with little to no warning, moved all the way out to a “home for troubled kids” in a shitty town called silver lake all the way in berkshire county and only has enough time to frantically tell joel where to find the gifts — in a garbage bag that her art teacher agreed to hold onto

this new placement is way worse than the old people. at most they’d been neglectful. this home is … freaky . a weird religious cult, some branch of christianity that ellie’s never heard of, and all the kids living there treat the director guy, david, like he’s — well. like hes god.

ellie wants to run away again, but this time, she can call sarah! right? except she’s not supposed to have the phone and david finds that thing immediately, sniffs it out like a bloodhound and takes it from her. he makes a deal with her. if she’s good, she use it once a day to call sarah. if she’s really good she can get it back - but she cant tell any of the other girls. david says ellie is special.

ellie’s… never been special before. its gross, a little, the way david says it, but she cant complain much. he feeds her and none of her foster siblings are violent even though shes the smallest by far. she figures david will want her to do chores or handy work, some free labor and she’ll get to call sarah & joel every day. it’s no big deal

within just 5 days of living there, ellie realizes that is not what david meant when he said to be good.

at first its just the lingering touches. a hand a little too high or too low . staring in that weird too-long way .. he tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear and she feels the dirt on his fingers for hours.

and then. it’s christmas eve and she’s planning her escape (she knows where the phone is, and she’ll make a break for it. her bag is packed and she’s quick) when david brings her into his prayer-room for something.

u can infer what happens, right?

and when she’s on the ground and his hands are on her jeans she sees some metal shining as she thrashes around and something shining catches her eye and she reaches out and grabs it and its some bowl with a heavy weight at the bottom so ellie bashes it into davids skull

over

and over

and over again

until he falls on the ground and she hits him a few more times for good measure

it’s the middle of the night and snowing like a bitch but ellie wanders outside anyway and just sits on the front porch step under the falling snow

she doesnt know how much time has passed before the time the sun starts rising. but when it does she sees a very familiar big grey truck barreling towards her and ellie thinks she must be dead or dying

but sarah is out of the car before it’s even stopped and joel’s yelling at her for it and ellie’s covered in blood thats not her own so she just stands and walks to the car in a trance and figures its either the gates of heaven or actually fucking joel and sarah

(“you didnt call me all day,” sarah says later, when ellie asks about it, “i knew something was wrong.” and her phone had gps and joel had a gut feeling and her social worker had a few too many missed calls so they took it into their own damn hands and showed up for her)

ellie trips and falls and lands in joel’s open arms and sarah hugs her from the side, crowding her until the phantom touches david left behind on her skin are completely invisible

joel applies for guardianship and it is shockingly easy

sarah’s been getting better, too. transfers to the community college so she can stay in the house and ellie’s being homeschooled for a while so they spend even more time together

running out of steam i might come back to this but i was only thinking abt it all bc sarah and ellie being siblings is SOOO important to me … big sister sarah ykwim ….

#tlou #ellie williams #the last of us #joel miller #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #liz writes stuff #sarah miller #sarah tlou #joel tlou #ellie tlou #tlou drabble #joel lives #tommy miller #tlou hbo #tlou2 #the last of us au #the last of us drabble

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canaidliafail · 1 year

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stay grounded pt.5

[part 6]

streamer abby x streamer reader 🌿

so I wanted to write all of Abbys visit to “reader” in one episode but this one is already 5k words and its getting stupid long so..I split it in two parts 🥹

CW: alcohol,weed and sexual endeavours if you will. not proof read, will check later tonight for any mistakes

Minors get outta here

“You’ll love it when I give it to you, leave you wanting more ,Is it everything and more than you were hoping for ?”

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ever since Abby sent you a screenshot of her flight you were on edge. You promised to pick her up from the airport which just meant that you would be there to take her to the bus stop. She did of course tease you for your lack of driver's license and motivation to get it but she did appreciate the gesture nevertheless. However you were scared. You had a bad dating history, an even worse situationship one and you didn’t even want to get into all the people you had to reject during your trips or the other way around. point being, you found yourself ready to light a candle and apologize for all your sins so that karma wouldn't bite you in the ass. Abby, gave you no reason to have that fear. Sure you didn’t text as much as you thought you would but the times that you did she seemed excited and she would occasionally send you screenshots of places she would like to see or would ask for advice on what clothes to bring. Overall, she was nice and seemed to grow closer if her joking manner and her more sarcastic side coming to the light was anything to go by.

you thought of asking

“you smoke weed?” to be ready but decided against it. You always had it anyways and if she were up for a round you’d just roll one on the spot. Abby wasn’t your only issue. This semester at your university was a constant, painful reminder that you were about to graduate with the difficulty level of all the assignments and projects. Now, you were a great student in practice but a terrible one in attendance. It was hard balancing work, mental breakdowns and college.

On your third fitting on the model your college provided you were ready to tear the fabric to shreds and start going off on everyone. You could understand why designers had a reputation for having a nasty attitude but if said designers were having their models switched every week, thus needing different measurements everytime you wouldn’t blame them.

“For fucks sake Im working on a line 44, why cant they just stick to the same model”

“Well this isn’t our graduation project so they are more relaxed”

“well I'm not and they shouldn’t be either” you argued with one poor classmate who dared to calm you down, oblivious to your temper that was impossible to tame.

this was why you refused to have models. In any case, your daily disapproval of your school's teaching system was something that didn’t bother you to that big of an extent. You disliked the way you acted though. You were snarky, impatient and took offense easier than usual and you couldn’t exactly understand why,so one late evening after fighting with everyone that knows you and doesn’t , you sat down on your couch and tried to find which unhealed version of you was getting triggered and why. Half an hour later you gave up and went to make a toast. Your friend group had 5 solid people. June, your most faithful cheerleader to every stupid decision you ever took and the one who also helped you go through with it, Cassie, the most blunt one who brought you back to reality, Rick, She was too sweet and too in love with her slow burn romance of 3 years and last, Olga.

She rarely appeared due to studying in a different city but when you needed someone to figure you out, she was the only one who could get you out of your head.

Most people had a friend like that. Someone that you talked to the least, yet knew you the best and perhaps, had the most intimate and platonic bond to ever exist. So that night, was a cry for help and luckily, Olga was in town and on her way to your place. She came ready, with a bottle of vodka on one hand and a fresh bag of tobacco on the other.

“Im listening”

she said sitting with her legs crossed on the floor across from you. she was about to burn sage and make a tarot spread if need be

“Alright listen so nothing happened but, I'm scared. I feel…weird. See this is a person that I've admired for so long and it’s only hitting me now that I’m about to meet her and its…it's scary actually”

Olga sat through it all and listened to you ramble for hours and pace all over the living room until you exhausted yourself and finally sat back down on the floor and started rolling a cigarette. You were stressed and out of nowhere your eyes were burning and you were crying and Olga was silent through it all. She grabbed you a new rolling paper and passed it over since the previous one got crumpled from your tears.

It took you an hour to completely calm down and then, she finally began to talk

“Listen it’s understandable that you feel that way, She was after all someone you admired for a while and well, it's not like you don't fool around with others but she was always in your mind”

You nod feeling the weighty clawed hands of depression wrap around your throat threatening another crying session that you had to fight back

“And between us, the last time you took anyone seriously it didn't go so well”

“It really fucking didnt” you agreed and she nod. You finished rolling the blunt and took a few puffs

“Alright now that that’s out of the way let's talk reality. Abby will visit you in a week. She is almost in every one of your streams and sure she posts with other women which in my opinion are just her friends,but she also constantly mentions you in her own streams”

You tried to protest and counter argue every reasonable point she made but she sushed you right a way with a glare

“Which has to mean something. Now I know your favorite hobby is downgrading every positive trait you have but Ill have to stop you”

“I really want this to work”

“And it will. Just be yourself,relax and smoke another blunt if you have to but trust me. It will work. It has worked so far and well, what are the odds of that in the first place?”

You smiled. A small smile but enough to show her that her point was understood. You rested your back against the front of your couch and checked your phone. There was a message there from Abby and you let the warmth and excitement that you felt imprint in your mind as a way to soothe your nerves till her arrival.

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“Just landed. Waiting for the luggage” you read the message over and over again and then looked up at the gate and saw the people walk out and look around for whoever was waiting for them. You tried to bite down the stupid grin on your face and tried your best to school your features in an unbothered-laid back expression to no avail. You were practically bouncing off the walls and scratching the curtains like a cat.

Abby was here,in your country,in your city a few walls apart. Literally.

You were ashamed to admit that you had practiced different ways to greet her and would constantly switch the position you sat in, not sure what energy you were trying to show. You were man spreading, and then you would cross your legs, and then you would stand up and lean against the bar tables from the cafeteria.

“Get it together” You whispered to yourself and just locked and unlocked your phone pretending to be busy.

One moment you were looking at an old video of you and June attempting a stunt and the other you were looking back up at the gate and the woman of your dreams was actually there. Walking and looking at her phone and then around until she spotted you.

She smiled, wide with teeth and wrinkles at the edge of her eyes and you waved her over. You half ran half walked over to her side and unexpectedly-for you- she hugged you.

“Hey!”

She smelled like pine soap and there was a lingering scent of the outside cold on her jacket. You wrapped your arms around her and felt her weight, her muscles and tried to connect with the very real image that she was right in front of you. She was tall and broad, and fuck so damn gorgeous. You pulled away at the same time and you couldn’t hold back returning the equally big smile that she gave you as her eyes darted all over your frame and face

“Wow hi,this is-“

“Crazy right? Can’t believe I’m actually here”

“Yeah! So how was your flight?” This was comfortable. She was comforting and just,so much easier to talk to than you initially expected. Her voice was lower up close and she wasn’t someone who talked loudly. She was expressive and,and,and

So many things you couldn’t stop noticing and observing about her in pure admiration. You feared that seeing her up close would give you a change of heart and you were so off base because if it did one thing, it was to confirm that you absolutely had a crush on this woman. It was a 40 minute ride till your apartment with the bus and once you reached your destination she visibly seemed to rest her shoulders and lean against the wall taking off her boots and beanie. You hated how attractive she was while doing the most mundane things

“You got a nice place. Can’t believe I’m finally witnessing what's behind the cameras of Cottons studio”

“Hah! If I didn't know you any better I’d say you’re making fun of me”

“I’m absolutely not” she teased and you helped her with her luggage

“So,normally when I have a guest they sleep with me in my room but I didn't know what you were comfortable with so I prepared the couch for you to sleep in as well”

“Ah I don't mind. Thanks”

She said and you assumed she would take the couch but to your horror and relief she left her bags in your bedroom. Which meant you two would share the same bed for the two weeks of her stay.

“Ugh,cool so ok” you looked around nervous and then slammed your hands together in a hollow clap.

“Alright so, let me show you my place first” she walked close behind you as you showed her how everything worked which made it difficult to even walk properly.

I should have trained my walk or something.

You thought in misery as you stood in the corridor showing her your crafting room. She stepped in around you to look at the clothes on the mannequins. You could’ve sworn that there were stars in her eyes when she know the full knight armor that you proudly displayed.

“Fuck I saw this on twitter but Damn you outdid yourself. All these details and”

“Its rococo architecture”

“I noticed.You add details like that to every piece you make. Oh right you also made a white dress that I really wanted to see up close”

“Oh that!” You chirped excited and walked over to the wardrobe on the other side of the room to find the piece. It was from your first year and it was the first clean work you did. The sewing was straight and not a line out of place. You showed it to her and then sat on the thought. That was a fairly old post. How far did she…

“Yeah that one. Its even prettier up close. Sorry I don’t know much about fabrics and all that but from the little that I know this looks amazing”

You were fiddling with your fingers and let her admire all your pieces occasionally adding some commentary about the construction or the inspiration. She showed genuine interest in this and you didn't know how to deal with someone this nice.

“I could make you one if you want” She stared at you wide eyed with a grin and lowered brows “You’d do all of that” she said and placed a hand on the shoulder piece of the knight armor “For me?” You shrugged and walked out of the room to grab your measuring tape that was in the kitchen aisle for unknown reasons. You stopped in front of your workshop's entrance and tried to reach up and see how big the breastplate would be for starters.A soft chuckle escaped her and your eyes shot up to look at her.

“Yes? Abigail?”

She gave you a crooked smile and licked her teeth “You are really short” You would have choked on your spit if your throat wasn't so dry. Was this her way of hitting on you?

“I think your judgement isn’t trustworthy since you are just unreasonably tall. My measuring tape won’t fit the whole of you”

She reached up and rested her hands against the door frame and leaned a little closer to you. Close enough to spike up your heart rate to a dangerous pace.

“Is that not to your liking?”

And in this moment, You hated every girlish bone in your body for smacking her lightly in the sternum and laughing all the way through that embarrassing gesture.

What.was.that.

“You are insufferable” she smiled and pushed herself away. That would sum up any notable moments in your first day with Abby. You did talk a bit and made a quick and general schedule of what you could do while she was here all the while she kept glancing around at your room and you decor while you rested on your couch

“You have a lot of stuff”

“Oh yeah empty spaces freak me out”

She nodded in contemplation

“I like it. My apartment has like, a lot less stuff”

You leaned on your arm and smiled,lazy and pleased with the atmosphere

“Why? Afraid Alice will make a mess?”

“No I know how to keep my pets well trained”

Your cheeks flushed and you reached on your coffee tables drawer to pull out your tobacco and roll a cigarette cause you were getting heated up out of nowhere and you were about to share a bed

“O-oh of course. Then…?”

“I don’t know, I just never bothered I guess? I have a lot of plants though. You’ll see, but yeah I just don't know what decor to go far”

Your mind paused mid sentence. -you will see-

Was that an invite ? You smiled and Lit your cigarette sitting back on the couch in awe of how well the first night went

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That night. You simply did not sleep. Your plan seemed genius a few hours ago, but Abby was happily resting in your bed while you played Valhalla,the wrath of the Druids DLC for the second time fighting to stay awake.

Abby Anderson,was sleeping in your bed. You smiled every time you remembered that and then you were ready to cry thinking of the possibility that this would be just a friendship. You texted your friends that had been blowing up your group chat since yesterday.

She is sleeping in my bed right now

Cassie: YOU HOOKED UP ??? GET IT GIRL

No, she is JUST sleeping. I’m up. In my living room playing valhalla

Couldn’t sleep like at all

june: why the fuck didnt you sleep in the same bed?!?!?! Out of all times NOW you remember to have shame ??

THATS NOT

SHIT SHE IS UP EVERYONE QUIET

june: PUSSYYYYYYYU

You tossed your phone on the couch and looked up at Abby in all her morning freshly woken up glory. You gasped quietly at the sight of her unbraided long hair. she wore gray sweatpants and a sleeveless top that showed off her biceps and the sunlight licked the curves of her arms in the most delightful way

“Good morning” you croaked and tried to clear your throat and repeated the greeting more smoothly. she chuckled and sat next to you on the couch

“did you sleep at all?” you shook your head and paused the game

“sorry it got so interesting and then next thing I know birds are chirping” she shook her head and looked at the screen which gave you an opening to look at her

“Then please continue. Need to know who Im competing against for your attention”

you grinned and shook your head trying to ignore her move cause it was too early to handle this version of Abby.

“No, it's fine. Wanna get coffee? my treat”

“sure” she said and you grabbed your phone going to an app and browsing through the open cafes

“you want something for breakfast?”

she leaned against you and peaked at your phone looking through the stores. Your breathing slowed and you felt the hair on your arms raise at the contact that her chin made with your shoulder. You stayed still scared that if you moved she would have pulled away

“I wouldn’t be against that. What do you usually have?”

“W-well. Im european so, a cigarette with coffee”

she looked at you in shock and then broke down in laughter pulling away and getting up with you unconsciously leaning over the spot where she was seconds ago missing her touch already.

“Yeah I’ve seen that meme going around. So it really is a thing” you smiled at her

“mmmm you know me so well”

“Well I hope I do” she teased and went to the bathroom to fix herself up leaving you breathless and a nervous wreck. Did you miss something ? Because it seemed like she was heavily flirting with you and you only now realized how bold she could actually be.

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Rick: I Cant wait to meet herrrr <333333

June:I’m so happy you are having fun but if she doesn’t pass the vibe check I’m breaking her kneecaps

Relax! I promise she is really cool.

Olga: what time are we meeting up ?

11 at our usual spot. We will go in together

Abby was laying on your couch going through her phone waiting for you to tell her the plan for the night. She did touch on the fact that despite the influencer parties she was not familiar with the clubbing scene. Not like you seemed to be at least and while at first you insisted that you didn't have to go, she really insisted on doing otherwise. So now you were getting ready and once you were dressed you sat on your vanity and noticed from the mirror that she was watching you. You smiled

“Hey want me to do your makeup?”

She tensed and walked over to you and sat across your vanity on the bed,manspreading and leaning on her elbows which unconsciously made you squeeze your thighs shut and you could feel the tip of your ears burn.

“I’d like that. But ugh,nothing too heavy?”

She asked and you chuckled going back to putting on eyeshadow

“Don’t worry sunshine. Ill do you right”

“Ooooh will you?”

You felt the hair on your arms raise and you looked back at her who had a nasty smirk full of innuendos and you cocked a brow deciding to take on the challenge

“You have no idea”

And that was the first time you saw her get flustered in the most subtle of ways. Reaching around her neck to rub her nape and not looking at you the moment you saw a dust of pink on her nose and cheeks. This was your first little victory.

You were done with your makeup soon enough considering you had a standard go to makeup that you just knew complimented your features the best and then you turned around to start attending to her.

You grabbed a base, a mascara and your eyeliner pomade and stood up to tower over her while doing her makeup.

“Alright relax big girl, I’m not going to hurt you” you said teasingly when you saw how stressfully shut she had her eyes and she breathed out letting a laugh escape and releasing the tension

“Sorry. Not used to this happening”

“That makes me feel so fucking special” she chuckled and then tried to stop when she felt move on your hands starting to do their work.

“You have beautiful features, you know. Bet you’ve been on many MUAs eyes”

“Stop,you’re just flattering me now”

“Absolutely not. I hate doing peoples makeup and yet I wanna do yours”

You tried applying very little foundation, loving the map of constellations the freckles on her face formed and had a desire to accentuate them more by working around them.

Without realizing you moved closer to her standing between her spread thighs, your naked knee grazing her jeans. She carefully moved a hand behind it and gently held your leg which you tried not to think too much about. That was until you felt her thumb brush against the tender flesh of your skin. Slow and subtle and so careful, almost like a wolf trying to lure in a deer. You kept working with her face and when it came to doing her eyeliner you had to be steadier. So you moved closer, balancing your knee on the edge of the bed between her legs, her hand following the movement all the way through until her palm was now resting just a few inches below your ass given that now the only empty space was your thigh.

You were shaking

“Sorry Ill have to hold your face so that I don't mess up”

“Yeah go ahead”

She said a little more rattled than you expected her to sound and you held her cheek while drawing a thin,small brown line. You finished up with the mascara and had to resist testing your luck by suggesting lipstick.

“There. Done”

She opened her eyes and you stared at each other with your lips parted for a few minutes as the realization of your proximity hit. You pulled away first and motioned her over to your mirror which she had to heavily bend over to look at her reflection and she smiled

“Oh wow yeah, You are good. Never thought I’d see myself like that”

Your hands were shaking and you were starting to get anxious. Badly. Your mind wandered off to the fear that you just missed a very good opportunity and you seriously needed weed or a drink

“Alright we are ready to get going then”

Abby hit it off with your friends right away. Not that you ever had doubts but you could never be too sure. Rick, the sweetheart, was obviously just incredibly happy to see you with “the buff mommy of your dreams” as she whispered to you before you walked into the club which earned her a slap on the arm to hush her. The night was going well, save for the first hour of awkwardness before the shots started coming in and the good songs were being put on. You danced and when your favorite song came you and June grabbed each other by the arms and screamed the lyrics at the top of your lungs. You were so lost in the moment that you completely forgot how you looked and when you turned around to check on Abby there was nothing but awe in her face. No hint of disgust or discomfort or second hand embarrassment as you feared you would find. No, if anything she seemed to love whatever was unfolding before her eyes and she leaned back to sit on a stool and crossed her arms with a smirk looking smug. You walked over to her and too drunk to care propped your hands on her thigh and leaned in close to her ear

“Are you having fun?”

An arm reached out around you and rested on your lower back which gave you shivers. Your dress was backless and short which normally would make you feel cold but Abby's touch made it feel like it was hot summer night

“Oh yeah this is great. You are a good dancer”

You laughed drunk and high with music euphoria and held her arm you fingers pushing into the muscles in delight and tried to get her stand up

“Then dance with me”

Dragging her was pointless. Like a mountain Abby would not move and could not be swayed. But she did seem to enjoy your determined efforts to get her to do what you wanted so she indulged you while teasing your every move and reaching out to take a sip from her drink.

“You are so stubborn” You mumbled and she leaned in closer asking you to repeat the question the same moment that a girl bumped into you and in motion you fell on Abby. Gravity failed you both as her drink spilled all over your dress sparing her jeans and shirt which made you frown and groan in frustration.

The girl turned around to look at you in embarrassment and immediately held your hand

“I’m so sorry fuck let me help you clean up” she said frantic and your face softened immediately at her remorseful behavior. Your dress was most certainly ruined though. Abby stood up pushing her drink on the other side of the counter and held you by the waist glaring at the girl “Its fine we got this” She said, loud enough for the three of your to hear and moved you upstairs to the restroom.

“Alright now, paper towels” She said to herself and you leaned against the sink counter feeling your head buzz. The smell of chlorine made you dizzy and you had to kneel down and rest your head in the hollow of your crossed arms that were propped against your knees

“You good?” Abby asked and you looked up at her concerned expression

“Ah, I have such a good angle from here” Sober you weren't friends with drunk you. With every shot you took your filter evaporated and you were the type of drunk who got incredibly horny and flirty. The sight of the woman who was sculpted like a Greek statue accelerated those thoughts and those khaki pants sat so nicely and low on her crotch showing just a sliver of her black boxer briefs.

“Oh you are drunk as fuck” She said and kneeled before you holding your arms away from your chest to start cleaning the front of your dress.

“You leaned your head closer to her face and she looked you in the eyes with a playful scowl.

“Oh and you aren’t ?”

She shook her head with a smile and went back to wiping your top

“If I wasn’t I would not be able to do this with that much comfort” she admitted and you did only now notice that the area she was so carefully trying to clean was your chest. You smiled and held her hand to grab the tissue

“Let me do it myself then”

“Absolutely not”

“You fucking pervert”

“Oh you have no idea”

You both laughed and when you left the bathroom you were even closer than before. She still refused to dance much but with the help of your friends you did lift her spirits enough to at least not constantly be seated on a stool. That and she seemed incredibly intent on keeping hold of you one way or another putting quite a show when a more sensual song would play without ever getting too explicit. It drove you mad, this slow burn game of push and pull that lasted throughout the entire night and all the way home where you both crashed on the bed hardly in the mood to properly change or take off your makeup but you did have the decency to turn around when she changed and so did she. Not that it mattered since she decided to sleep in her sports bra and sweats and you wore an oversized t-shirt with your underwear only.In a way,there was a distant thought of you hoping that something more would have happened while at the same time you were incredibly satisfied with the turn of events

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Abby’s POV

Her head was spinning and not from vodka. All night she was fighting the urge to make you dry hump her thigh or thrust her hips against your ass in the most vile and sexual way possible.Hell she was close to doing so after the fifth shot of Smirnoff. She groaned and turned around in the bed now face to face with your sleeping frame. She was close enough to feel the small puffs of air on her exposed sternum. She herself was slowly dozing off and was ready to fall asleep until she felt you move closer and bury your face in her chest and tossed your leg over her thigh,keeping the other one snuggly between your own. Her senses were clouded and her head was a mess and she saw you open your eyes that were glossy and in the same daze as she was. You didn't say a word and neither did she. She felt your fingers first, circling her waist and nudge at the waistband of her sports bra, feeling the skin and dipping your fingers beneath it just enough to feel some more. Your eyes fell on her lips and she took the initiative to kiss you. That was the intent. But the gesture was a lot softer, barely grazing the surface. She looked at your eyes trying to find any sense of discomfort but you whined at the loss of contact and she kissed you a second time with more fervor,nibbling on your lower lip and pressing her tongue against it. You opened your mouth with a moan and she took her chance to dive deeper and switch positions with her now on top of you and your hands deep in her scalp holding her hair in fists as you reciprocated the gesture silently begging for more.

She pushed a thigh between your legs and you met her movement by grinding your hips against her chasing some sort of release.

“Abby” you whispered her name like a prayer and she pulled away from your bruised lips a string of saliva still connecting you both with the taste of your cherry lipgloss on her tongue.That soft needy voice may have been the most divine sound that had ever graced her ears. She gave you another kiss on the cheek and then on your jaw and went all the way down to your collar bones. She decided to linger on your neck a bit more nibbling at the tender skin just above your pulse,careful not to leave any unwanted marks. You called for her again and she pulled away and held your face in her hands and gave you another kiss. There were so many things she wished she had the energy to do that night, but there was an impending headache numbing her skull and she could see you struggle to stay sober and awake. You were both drunk and in need of sleep.

You pulled her closer and she rested her head on your chest listening to your heartbeat. Her arms slipped beneath your waist holding you tightly against her front and then she finally fell asleep

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vrisrezis · 1 year

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College au, geto being an emotional drunk, slight utahime x shoko lol, reader is amab (or just masculine aligned?) and for some reason satoru knows about it, suguru is shorter than reader, suguru is subby but there is no nsfw involved here, alcohol in this one, satoru being a wingman and not being jealous? Good for him.

Not proof read . Sorry if this is ass I was very tired writing this

Suguru and satoru often drank. You did too, it was your way of spending time with the boys and that even included utahime and shoko. You, however, had too much school work you needed to finish before this semester ended. You never liked to ask for help, but admittedly maths has been quite the never ending struggle. Suguru offered to help, many times actually. You however always rejected his help. You didn’t like the idea of relying on your friend for that, as a lot of your old friends used you a lot for school back then. Besides that, you’re kinda embarrassed to ask for help from him. It makes you feel dumb.

You already have a complex about being friends with two of the top students in your college, you don’t need to be a burden on top of that. You can do it on your own.

However, getting back to your current predicament, it isn’t often suguru gets plastered. Honestly, he handles his liquor pretty well. Unlike satoru, who ends up a complete mess after one shot of anything, thanks to his thinner frame, you assume. Not that sugurus body type is too different, he tends to wear clothing that makes him look a lot bigger than he actually is, but still. You’ve drank with him many times, he’s had at least 9 beers in the past and was completely fine.

It also isn’t often you don’t join your friends for going out to drink, but you were cooped up in your dorm room that you shared with shoko. Even her telling you suguru was gonna be there, didn’t tempt you. Which let her know that you seriously needed to get your shit finished.

However, you hear your phone ring, only to find shoko calling you.

“You having too much fun… or…?” you trail off, and she lets out a giddy laugh, clearly drunk off her ass by the sound of her voice “not too much quite yet, but suguru has certainly had enough. Need you to come get him. I’m gonna stay with utahime tonight, so can you just take suguru with you?”

And of course, who are you to say no? Though you honestly wonder why she’s staying with utahime..

Now that you think about it, you don’t actually wonder why. Those two have been having something going on, and whatever it is, it certainly isn’t straight.

You wonder why you had to take suguru with you, since him and satoru are roomies. Cant he just go with him? However, as you meet up with them, shoko explains that satoru doesn’t like sugurus loud snoring, which apparently happens when he gets drunk.

So with a sigh you drag suguru, while shoko and utahime worry about satoru, who’s giving suguru some wiggly eyebrows and a perverted smirk. As well as a thumbs up. You don’t know what that means, but as you drag suguru out of the bar you hear satoru yell “ohhh yeah! Get that dick tonight suguru!”

Your friend, suguru, would normally tell satoru to shut up before he kicks his ass. Or he’d be embarrassed and apologize for satorus behavior. Instead however, he laughs drunkly with red completing coating his cheeks. You don’t comment on it, but as you two walk side by side, his hand makes its way into yours. He grabs your arm with his other hand, leaning his head on your shoulder and squishing his cheek on it. You raise a brow at how clingy he’s being, as he typically isn’t the overly touchy type. Sure he has his moments, but never like this.

Suguru is talking absolute nonsense at this point, even after you situate him on the couch. He demands you sit with him, and he demands you cuddle him. You give into all of his demands, and wrap an arm around his shoulder as he places his arms around your mid section, cheek on your chest. He goes into a drunk rant about the movie you two and satoru saw last week, which was in fact Barbie, before he suddenly starts delving into other things. Like how he feels.

“It’s such a good movie.” he mumbles drunkly, “kinda like how you’re a good person.” it’s such a stretch, it makes you wonder if he simply just wanted to talk about you. You smile, shaking your head, and he gives you a pout. “You areeee though…” he draws out, whining as he says it. He’s annoyed you don’t understand how great you are, “you’re so sweet and selfless, you’re the best person I know.” he says, and while everything he’s saying does make you blush, it’s hard to take him seriously when he sounds like a 5 year old struggling to form words together.

“You’re such a good person.” he says, using his point finger to trace invisible words on your chest, pouting subconsciously whilst doing so. “Such a good person. Yknow I’m in love with you… right?” he says, looking up at you, right into your eyes. He manages to catch you off guard, which is something he’s never managed. He laughs, “hehe! You really didn’t know?”

You shake your head, at a loss for words. The male before you just giggles like a child, “that’s so funny. You’re so silly y/n. Of course I love you, who wouldn’t?”

He giggles a bit more, his giddy smile becomes a bit more soft the longer he stares at you. “You’re so cute up close.” he whispers, putting a hand on your cheek, his thumb running on said cheek. “I wanna kiss you.” he softly whispers, with such love and adoration in his voice despite how fucked out it sounded.

“You can’t.” you whisper back, you see the hurt flash in his eyes instantly, and you start to regret how you said that to him. “Oh…” he sadly juts his bottom lip, “okay…” he looks down, and you start to panic as you see the tears well up in his eyes.

“Hey hey hey” you say, your voice is laced with worry. “It’s okay! It’s not like I don’t want to or anything!” you try your best to calm him down, but you see the tears fall on his cheeks. “Look at me.” you say, but the male before you is too busy crying and trying to wipe his snot and tears away. You grab his wrists and putt them down, before using your thumb and forefinger, you grab his chin and lift his head up to look at you. He whimpers, “please. kiss me.” he silently begs, and you have to shake your head at him, making him cry more.

“Why!!” he practically wails, like a child. “Is it somebody else!?” he sniffles, more tears escape him, hot jealousy building up in his stomach. “Is it satoru…?” he says, lip quivering as he thinks about it.

You shake your head at him, “no, okay suguru? I just don’t want to take advantage of you. You’re very drunk right now. Please understand me.” you say, finally letting go of his chin, and he keeps his head in place. He grabs onto your shirt, gripping rather tightly. “Will you kiss me when I feel better then?” he asks, and you nod with a smile. Suguru feels more tears well up in his eyes, but he’s sure they’re happier this time.

Geto sniffles, “you’re so pretty” he says, tears falling from his eyes once again.

#geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x y/n #suguru geto x you #suguru geto x reader #geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #suguru x reader #suguru x y/n #suguru x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader

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dollivication · 21 days

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Haiiiii !!!! I've been following u for awhile now nd I love ur posts but I'm a pussy so I'm interacting anonymously :3

Um anyways. Opinions on college loser! Leon or Dante? (maybe both? whoever u like more idk) obsessed with sweet teacher!user?

Laik… ur a sweetheart and feel bad for him bc you've noticed that he's alone all the time and doesn't have friends, maybe even being picked at by his classmates during/after class if u want to make him more miserable. That ofc makes u feel bad for him so u try to interact more to make him feel better!!

Being nicer to him, spending a few lil extra minutes to chat, even giving him candy sometimes and rlly just trying to be there bc he clearly needs that. Over time u see he gets happier when he sees u, like an excited puppy, and ofc why wouldn't he?? Ur the only person that treats him decently!

He seems a little too touchy now but it's okay, maybe he doesn't receive affection frequently so u can ignore that his hand is often misplaced when he insists on hugging you because he's missed you lots even though he just saw u yesterday!! Or the way he's suddenly clumsier when he's with u, 'accidentally' knocking over things that u are sweet enough to pick up yourself, bending down in the process. He's just clumsy is all! He swears it's definitely not to look at your ass!

You don't see the way he grips his jeans or table when he's in ur class lately because ur just too irresistible to look at. The way that thin uniform of yours grips u in all the right places has his mind spinning and his jeans feeling tighter. Poor boy can't catch a break when it's about u…

Dis thing been living on my mind rent free, any thots about how bad down the guy would be? I'm out of brain juice when it comes to ickiness but ur a pro when it comes to that and these guys (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

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UWAAAA OH MY GOF OH MY GOD THIS MADE ME TITTER SO MERRILY IM SO GRATEFUL 4 YU????? MWAMWA WELCOME TO THE FREAKLAND ❤️❤️❤️!!1!1!1!!

ouuuuuu I LOOOOVE yu for giving me a lil blueprint for their ickiness…. because lemme tell yu they are NASTAY…!! let’s use leon for this whirligig >:3

leon takes advantage of your pity. he’s fully aware that you don’t normally accept gifts from students, but when it comes to him?? owhh,, hes just the sweetest little thing! it’d be rude not to accept his tokens of gratitude!!

and naturally, receiving a cup of coffee from him wouldn’t be strange, if it didn’t taste so salty (◞‸◟)… of course, you force yourself to drink it, because your biggest flaw was being too generous. and leon’s breathing heavily, watching as your expression sours everytime you take a sip of not just coffee—but his cum !! he most likely convinces himself that you like it…. i’d advise not taking any treat or drink from this Freak…..

and it’s just sooososo fucking hot, seeing how oblivious you are to his perverted advances!! and nobody ever sits by leon… bless you if it’s a leveled lecture hall, because leon’s going to sit just a distance away to fuck into his fist as you teach. he’s so GROSS IM CRYIYMGGMB….!1!1!1!!!

i reckon that at some point leon would just stop.. looking and actually start touching when you’re bent over. laik if he’s fully convinced himself that you want him too, he won’t be so shy anymore!! he’ll probably cup your ass, bump his clothed cock against it with soft whines… he’s needed this for sooooww long!! don’t be mean to him and just let him fuck you, okay? you just mean so much to him!!! <3

and if you ever plan on telling anyone about him, he’s not above using his pretty face to make up lies about you!! laik he didn’t do anything, it was you who forced yourself onto him >.<!! what a dirty professor… so just keep your mouth shut, and take his virginity!

UGHSHHGHHHES SI SICK IM SK HAPPY YOURE ON THE FRIENDS LIST NAO… first ask and you COOK I LAUV YU!!!1!!1 I CANT EAIT TO HEAR MORE FROM YEW ૮꒰ ˶> ༝ <˶꒱ა ❤️❤️

#leon x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x you #dolly thinks #🐭non

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helloanthy · 1 year

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Sup people, I see this is the place to throw trans headcanons. Before I begin I would like to note that I just finished RGU for the first time two weeks ago and have not started a rewatch because college is whooping my ass. This is not based on literally anything canon and I cite no sources other than vibes. Anyway here’s some trans agenda nonsense

Miki Kaoru, resident 13-year-old boy doing what 13-year-old boys do (being a misogynist). The student council uniform gives him an excuse to dress masc and that + his haircut + his age allow him to pass with relative ease. He’s been presenting masc for some time, and part of the reason why he’s so insistent on talking to his and Kozue’s parents is out of gratitude for allowing him to do so. However, back in those days, the world still perceived him as a girl, and he knows that all too well. In fact, it’s part of the reason why he’s so obsessed with his Shining Thing. He wants to go back, of course, but he also wants a redo of his childhood as himself, as Kozue’s brother, and he’s ready and willing to lean into the societal expectations of manhood to obtain that. After all, a man is expected to effectively own a woman, right? Isn’t that what he should be striving for in order to live his life as a man?

OOO this is rly interesting headcanon i hav not thought about ... i dont hav any trans miki thoughts so this was a fascinating ask to recieve, thank u thank u ! i realy like the interpretation of miki wanting to maintain a relationship out of gratitude with their parents for allowing him present masculinely making me think of this in relation to kozue as well ... an obedient "boy" would still be preferred over an unruly girl i suppose ... miki has seem to given up on his sister because she's inrecognisable to the pure girl he in his idealised childhood so he seeks a replacement for her with anthy ... i wrote something similar about touga and transmasc nanami, since miki is also one of the youngest in the cast, maybe imagine in a few years his parents will also tell him that playtime is over and they've indulged in him long enough. that its time to be a proper lady ? then his world would be similarly shattered and put in the same position as kozue aaaa ... im going through withdrawl right now on several medications so i cant explain better but i hope this made some sense. someone with better brain at the moment and without a migraine can share their miki + kaoru twins thoughts as well ! thank uuu agn for the ask i lov reading RGU trans thoughts 💙 (also this is making think of trans girl kozue too .... help)

#✉️#💐#transphobia cw

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queerlordsimon · 2 years

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Hello! I saw your Christmas event! Cater or Azul with 6?

Christmas mission, fake date

Day three: prompt 6 fake dating for Christmas dance. Azul ashengrotto x reader

Cw: gn reader

Authors note: none

Another thing the holidays are known for is for school kids, their schools to decide to profit off of them, and hold a dance for them. And it would again, appear that twisted wonderland was no exception to this rule.

Night raven college was a bustle of excitement, as the committee members worked on getting the cafeteria ready for their holiday dance.

The members of this committee, were Cater, Ace, Ruggie, Kalim, Lilia, Rook, Vil, Ortho, Jade, and the head of the committee, Azul.

All the preparations were well underway, the work of the members surprisingly going smoothly. Well, almost smoothly.

“So Azul-” the octopus in question jumped slightly, at the slippery eels appearance.

“Ah, yes jade?” he hummed, looking up from the paper work he was looking at, making sure everything was to be going smoothly. “Did something happen to the budget?” the eel shook his head.

“Not at all, all normal dance preparations are underway correctly” the silver haired boy raised an eyebrow.

“Then what is it?”

“Well, with this years addition of the new prefect, it seems more emotional preparations are taking place. And it seems many people are itching to ask them to join them for the plesantrys. “ the eel smiled his usual smile. “I was just coming to inform you, and to be polite and ask if you were looking to ask, before i release Floyd from his bounds to ask them himself.” the octopus scoffed and looked back down at the paperwork again.

“What do you take me for, a middle schooler? Go ahead and release him. Hes free to try. And Jade, please do not interrupt me again for such arbitrary questions again.” the eel nodded.

“Of course” and left.

And boy, did that mer boy regret saying those words afterwards.

The teasing alone was enough.

Though by the next day, y/n had came and hid themselves in his office, shaking their head. The octopus had raised an eyebrow at the entry, giving them a glance.

“Well good afternoon prefect, to what do i owe the honor of a visit by the most sought after student at night raven?” y/n groaned.

“Dont remind me, azu. “They huffed, sitting on the couch. Azul almost blushed at the context of the nickname, though the prefect had called them it before. They were friends, after all. “Why is everyone so obsessed with asking me out for the dance?” Azul stood up from his desk, getting two mugs after making some tea in them, and walked over to the couch, sitting next to them and handing them the mug as they talked.

“I have no idea, n/n. Im in a similar boat, the twins are pestering me to ask you.” he hummed, sipping his tea. y/n nodded.

“I know right? Why cant people leave us alone and stay out of our personal business. Floyd nearly tackled me yesterday to start his barrage of asks. “ azul nodded.

“Ah yes, if i remember his grumbles correctly, you told him to go suck a pufferfish? Though he seemed to think you didnt know those were poisonous.” y/n laughed, and azul cracked a small, rare genuine smile

“Yeah, well. Ill do it again if i have to.” y/n hummed, sipping their tea, before a quick spark came to their eyes. “I know something that will solve both of our problems.” azul smiled playfully.

“What, we kill the twins and the rest of the school and run away?” y/n chuckled and shook their head

“Nooooo, a much less violent method. We pretend like were going together more than friends so everyone backs off” azul hid a flustered cough into his mug.

“And why would you suggest that?” he hummed, playing it cool. y/n rolled their eyes.

“Because it is the best solution. Well know that were not actually going together more than friends, but the others will not have a clue. It gets the harassment off my back, and the twins off your back, for at least that purpose. “ y/n hummed. Azul contemplated, before nodding.

“I see. By all means, that does sound like a better, less death involved idea.” he smiled. “I will accept this idea. “ y/n laughed at his phrasing.

“Well alright then. We will go to the dance together. “ they hummed. “Oh, and thank you, azu” they hummed, finishing their mug, “ill see you around, ill take my mug back to the kitchen” they nodded, before taking their leave, in which azul closed the door behind them, locking it before grabbing a couch pillow and burying his face in it to let out an exasperated screech.

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The good news was it got them off of y/ns back, and partially off azuls.

The bad news was the teasing azul received afterwards, and the fact that he had to coordinate with them.

Were not even gonna get into the hassle of it all.

Dance night.

Azul had several last minute things to do, so he had gotten ready earlier in the day. y/n was to arrive with their first year friends, later, as he did have the stuff to do. The lighter blue tux he was wearing was fairly nice.

Now it was a half an hour after the start of the dance, and he was still waiting for y/n. He was naturally curious as to where they had gotten off too, but besides that he was actually slightly upset, thinking he did get stood up. Though once he realized, he had scolded himself internally. They were just going fake, as friends, to get others off of their backs.

So why did the idea of getting stood up hurt so much?

While he was in his thoughts about that, completely over analyzing his own feelings, y/n had appeared, and smiled playfully, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Yo hoo, wonderland to azu, come in azu, are we safe on wonderland?” azul snapped out of it, coughing his embarrassment away, as y/n chuckled. “You ok?”

“Mhm, sorry about that. What kept you up?” he coughed, smiling sharply. y/n chuckled again.

“Grim was refusing to put on the new bow, getting him into it was a struggle. Im sorry. “ they smiled mischeviously, “sorry for making you feel you got stood up” azul flushed the lightest bit.

“No such thing. I knew something had to be holding you up. “ he smiled, offering his elbow. “Let me show you where everything is.” he lead them around, to the food station, and the drinks, and the photo booth, which of course, they had to take a picture together, cause otherwise it wouldnt look like they were on a date. And why not get a picture, if you know your just friends.

Before floyd shoved them into the dance area, forcing them to dance before they got in the way of the other dancing people. Azul was quick on his feet, and good at the dancing, surprising y/n, as he had always refused to dance. Now y/n was the one who couldnt dance well, quickly trying to follow with their partner.

“So i hope you didnt have to work too hard on getting the event done” azul smiled proudly.

“Well, i did. But it turned out very well for it.” he hummed, y/n nodded.

“Well, im glad your proud of it.” y/n smiled warmly, and azuls head did a flip behind his ribs. (if he has any) “now you get to enjoy your hard work” azul nodded

“Exactly. Work hard to enjoy your hard work” y/n chuckled.

“Mhm.” they stopped them towards the edge of the floor, to not be in the way. “I would like to thank you for your hard work.” azul tilted his head.

“You already have” y/n smiled softly, before kissing his cheek. And azul froze, highly confuse.

“Thank you for your hard work azu, for helping me, for setting this up so well. Everything.” they hummed. Azul blinked rapidly. And y/n chuckled. “What, not what you anticipated, mr business man?” azul spluttered, and was very visibly flustered, y/n pulled away from the dancing position, as their friends were calling for them. “Merry christmas azu.”

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I apologize for this being late, had alot of emotion stuff go down the day i was to post this, so here it is now. It is gonna be one of the longer ones for this thing, i just thought it was such an in character prompt idea, i wanted to do it justice. Requests are still open for this event, to find the request information, click HERE. thank you so much for requesting @lucky-cleric . i hope i did well. And i have one more to post tonight.

-queer.lord

#foryou #fyp #twisted wonderland #twst #writing #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #azul #twst christmas #christmas #twisted wonderland christmas #x reader #azul x reader #fish mafia #queer.lord answers

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scarrletmoon · 11 months

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Twilight but college outtakes PLEASE

from the WIP list

so i thought this was the twilight au but it's actually the time i decided to rewrite twilight but set in college and dont ask me why, i got so far into it and then was like "stephenie meyer will probably write this herself 10 years from now anyway so this is just a huge waste of time"

so i'll just talk about the twilight college au i started writing for ed and stede instead which is way more interesting anyway

stede is an english major, sophmore year transfer, and finds out about edward through an on-campus exhibit from the art and fashion students and is FASCINATED by ed's designs. so he asks his roommate buttons if he knows who this ed teach guy is and buttons is like. ah.........the vampire

so stede thinks he should ask someone else for answers instead

meanwhile, ed happens to read the latest issue of the campus literary journal and LOVES stede's work in it

stede loves going to museums by himself and his student ID gets him free admission to the local one, and he ends up at an exhibit of clothing through history at the same time as ed (there's a joke in here somewhere about some of those clothes being ed's which he alludes to)

(very annoying when your fave dress gets robbed out from under you by fucking historians)

here have some dialogue i threw in the outline:

and then they talk all night until the sun comes up and ed suddenly has to leave

stede can tell that ed's hiding something but he's not about to ask questions and scare off the only person he's ever met who finds him interesting. and you know, ed starts designing stuff outside of assignments that he wants to see stede in, maybe, if he wants. and that's where they're at when stede invites ed to this halloween party, bc he's afraid to go alone but it'd be nice if he knew one other person there, and he knows ed isn't really into the whole party scene so like, no pressure if he's not interested, and it's a costume party so--

ed says no and stede tries (and fails) to pretend that he's not heartbroken about it

stede goes to the party bc fuck it, he cant go through college with just ONE friend and his roommate -- and surprise surprise, who walks through the door but one ed teach, dressed as a slutty vampire. ed's changed his mind apparently! and they almost kiss! but ed runs away at the last minute

so then it's like. WEIRD. bc they're obviously into each other but ed has this Secret. and stede's oblivious but he's not COMPLETELY stupid so he figures it out but just.....doesn't say anything. and then ed is finally like. stede i have to tell you something, dont freak out. in his head, stede is like "oh god he's going to say he has a boyfriend he's going to say he has a GIRLFRIEND--" and ed's all "im not human" and stede lets out this massive sigh of relief to which ed says ?????

so like, okay, ed's a vampire but he's like, single. right? so. nbd. ed keeps waiting for stede to freak out but, honestly? it's stede. this is fucking weird but it's HIM. so now that weirdness is out of the way, they have this INTENSE UST. like. everyone around them can't even look at them, they want to fuck each other so bad. ed's best friend izzy's about to have a rage stroke despite also being a vampire. and eventually stede's like. so. are we like. just not going to have sex. that's fine!! i'd just like to know

ed's all ??? stede i could LITERALLY kill you, i thought that would be enough of a deterrent. but stede TRUSTS him. and ed wants him BAD. so they try

stede comes out of it covered in bruises of course, and ed is HORRIFIED. but stede tells him that he's a grown fucking man and can make his own choices and ed's not going to decide for him what he wants. so then there's maybe another week where they're sort of mad at each other but stede's trying to give ed space and ed's trying not to hurt stede but like, they're the last people on earth who could ever keep their hands off each other long term, so they have sex again. and it's hot and it's desperate and it's filthy but this time stede doesn't have bruises

oh also i know this is a twilight au but ed has fangs bc he HAS to. let's just say he has a glamour that hides them from regular people

meanwhile izzy is Big Mad and now ed's broken the Cardinal Rule of Being a Vampire (dont tell humans, and if you do, dont KEEP THEM AROUND) so he goes to the volturi about it, and ed's forced to decide between killing stede or turning him. they have a month.

and like, stede's down immediately, obviously. just turn me into a vampire, easy. this rocks. but ed, who's been a vampire for so long that he's tried multiple ways to kill himself at this point is convinced that it's a sentence worse than death. except he doesn't say it this way so stede thinks that the man he loves would rather the volturi kill him than spend forever together

but then these two idiots clear that up and ed's all "i dont want to doom you to an eternity of boredom" and stede says some gross romantic shit like "how much of a torment can immortality be if i spend it by your side?"

and then stede bcomes a vampire and he finally gets to fuck ed and they live happily ever after, the end

#scarrlet answers

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orangetubor · 1 year

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I'm back again!

DOMES! so- what can u tell me about the space and education domes. I'm so interested. Why are they separated based off of activity? Are all the domes in a giant ish dome? ALSO WHAT DO MARTIANS FARM. POTATOES? what kind of recreational activities are in the recreational dome?

Also what are the fatal flaws of your ocs... I love finding out about this stuff if u cant tell. Any funny (or otherwise) story that any of them would tell about another to like describe one of them? (that sounds very confusing but basically when I introduce folks that are my idiot friends, I give a memorable story that makes people go "ah, that's such a (friend name) thing" (e.g. One of my ex friends from school ate her essay out of spite - she wrote it on rice paper and wanted to spook the teacher)

And yes I've seen the whole "I think I'm attracted to you because youre the hottest person I know" so AMAZING JOB- I love ur ocs!!!

Respectfully curious,

a nerd who likes knowing lore and science (and character!!)

(I'M SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS IS I'M JUST REALLY INTERESTED)

I'm gonna do the flaws first bcs it won't take as long so:

Martha: gets sad cuz she doesn't have a specific 'thing' like the rest of her friends (jenny's the tech guy, Evelyn's the animal guy) and she gets sad cuz she thinks you need a thing to work in and aspire to in order to live your life to the fullest

Tammy: doesn't think. Like at all ever. No internal dialogue nothing in that brain half the time she's just playing rock music on loop. Lights are on but no one's home except the lights aren't even on

Jenny: builds little robots and then gets existential about creating a pseudo life to fulfil one singular purpose. Continues to build little robots anyway.

Thomas: internal dialogue goes 100 miles a second and so when he has to take a second to actually think he just. Blanks. He also has awful memory due to things getting pushed so far back by unrelated tangents

Genji/James: has a mullet

Aled: catastrophises a LOT and overthinks literally everything he's just handing Thomas a hair bobble and he's like 'wait is this elasticy enough. Oh no there's a hair on it oh no. What if my hands sweaty what then-' baby girl it is a hair bobble

Georgie: previous break ups have left her feeling like she isn't interesting enough, now she has to always give her two cents or else she thinks she's forgettable

Dane: ~\_(°u°)_/~

Sahrah: given her uniqueness as a weird fucked up entirely new species she feels like her life has to be perfect so that her mother species doesn't get a bad rap, especially since her mother is the first of her kind to live in mars. Also she's really supposed to be a litter animal but she was the only one who survived to birth so she's lonely a lot of the time

Fun story: Martha says 'the first time me and Tammy met was when she needed someone to show a dead bee to. She asked me if I wanted to pet it'

And ... DOMES!;;

educational dome has the schools and colleges in it, a few corner stores for hungry students, it's not that interesting other than the fact that there are geese for some reason

Space dome is basically just space science stuff, it's got telescopes, research for crops, rockets, exploration base, it's also the original dome! The very first one built by the robots they sent here so that the researchers had somewhere to stay.

What kind of crops do martians grow? Well, any they can get there hands on, there are several small climate controlled domes used to grow different things, deserty, tropical, whatever Ireland is, and some animal domes that rotate various animals and grain, it's also home to the farm house that hosts the majority of Halloween parties. There's also the eden dome, which isn't connected to the farm fines, but to the space domes! It was home to the very first crops grown on mars. (Which, of course, included potatoes) and then if course. The big dome. The super massive one that uses my new favourite thing: AQUAPONICS!! obviously you can't feed an entire small country with just plain kabd, you need stacks! You need later upon layer of fish, water, wires, dirt, plants, synthetic sunlight, and more fish! They also synthesize a lot of meat because it's sci-fi. I can do what I want. And it's better for the air cuz farm animals produce a lot of gas

The recreational domes have shops, cinemas, various sports centres, a nice park, and also hosts lots of festivals. There's also a small 'market dome' that's connected to the residential dome so you don't have to go all that way to pick up some eggs or something. (Martha and Tammy's favourite thing to do is go roller skating at 'saturns rings' also there's a diner where the waiters are all in roller skates)

As to why they're separated, it makes it easier for me to design them in a cool way. Also the air inside is very different to the air outside, so smaller domes make it easier to manage, and keep out the sticky martian sand while building.

Martian sand is ridiculous

#martians #martha blum #tammy kubo #james kubo #genji kubo #jenny khalil #thomas khalil #aled howell #georgie blum #sahrah gamal #dane newton #oc (the c stands for carrot)

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moonjxsung · 6 months

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ALSKDKDJF OKAYYY !!! I’m glad it’s not a bother !!! I overthink sometimes alskdkjf

urgh so I am having A WEEK :( I hope it’s okay I rant a bit … alslkskdj

helurf okay so after midterms last week, I’ve been trying to like relax and give myself time to rest but IVE HAD SO MANY ASSIGNMENTS :((( and I’m so tired and burnt out and stressed cause I need to start studying for finals and ahhhhhh alsksjjdjf :(

okay now for some more fun updates!! i had fun at uni yesterday!! we had a super fun soil science lab we got to go into soil pits on the farm our campus has and analyze soil (ph, diagnostic horizons, colour, structure, texture etc) !! It was a lot of fun I’m gonna miss the class and my prof :( (it was my last lab)

another fun thing is its art market week at my uni so time to drop a ton of money on prints, stickers and crocheted animals !!! :D

AND okay so I made it into a special like abroad research kinda program/course in like that’s usually only available to upper years students but somehow I made it in alskkskdjdj . Anyways, we get to go to South Africa from like May 14-June 9 to do research and stuff in the field!!! and like IM SO EXCITED??? So anyways, the 19 students that also made it in (it’s a highly competitive program to get into) we had our second group meet up plus our prof (who taught my favourite class by far last term) yesterday and it was a lot of fun and we got free dinner which was super super yum and I can’t believe I’m actually going ahhhhh

and then I went to a friends house for dinner (yes, dinner again) which was fun we like catch up at least once a month and yeah

Anyways sorry for the truck load of information about my life weh

HOW IS YOUR LIFE STAR!!! I WANNA HEAR ABOUT YOU!! (With whatever ur feeling comfy sharing 💗)

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UGH I always forget how close together exam season is WHYYYY ARE UR FINALS ALREADY RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER….. 💔💔 I believe in you angel manifesting all the best for you frfr you’re smart I know you got this 🫶🫶🫶🫶

AHHHH UR UNI LAB SOUNDED SO FUN I love labs where you just get to go outside and do stuff in nature it’s fr so healing 👼 I took a geology course in college where we got to go to this creek near my school and like test the ph balance of the water and it was so much fun being outside instead of cooped up in the lecture hall fr one of the best labs we ever did. AND the art market this week???? RAHHH HAVE SO MUCH FUN we used to have something similar at my uni and I would drop SO much on stickers not even joking my laptop is covered in them still :’)

ALSO OH MY GOD??? TO THE STUDY ABROAD PROGRAM?????? STOP THAT SOUNDS SO FIXKIFNT FUNNNNN IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU WYAHWJDNRJ CONGRATS ON GETTING IN BB ‼️‼️ I didn’t have to do study abroad when I was in college bc covid hit but I can’t wait to hear all about yours and live vicariously thru ur updates AHHHH and it’s coming up so soon !! WOWOWOWOW HAVE THE BEST TIME ILY ILY THATS SO FUN

My day was honestly vvvvv boring but it was productive! I had work and then I had a shit ton of laundry to do but I was tired as fuck and I have cramps bc my period started today so I got coffee first to wake me up and then after cleaning the apartment I caught up on Ateez vlogs and now I’m simultaneously writing and watching Zelda gameplay 👼 I think my emotions are like ten times worse rn because of my period so I’m just taking it easy but I have a huge party to go to this weekend and a lot of my friends are gonna be there so I need to get my shit together and stop being sad bc I don’t want to bring the mood down ☹️ why do I always have a party in the same week I feel like shit LOL the last time I had one my situationship and I got into a huge fight and my sister had to be checking on me like every 5 minutes bc I was borderline crying the whole night it was so embarrassing 😭 (I am so tired of crying over this same girl oh my god)

ANYWAYS I LOVE U ANGEL IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU AND I CANT WAIT TO HEAR ALL ABOUT UR STUDY ABROAD TRIP RAHHH THATS SO EXCITING CONGRATS AGAIN ILY ILY 🩷💖💞💘💕💓👼

#🌱 anon #ask

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starrgaziinggg · 2 years

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get to know me

Thankyou so much to @cursed-mars-bars for tagging me in this!! I adore you and you have the best commentary analysis of friends with benefits ever!! I loved reading yours and I hope you like mine too 🫶🏻

Favourite colour (s):

my all time favourite colour is blue, but I like pink and green a lot too. blue takes the cake though, specifically this sunset blue colour

Currently reading:

basically i was reading books off that illegal website before it got shut down cause im super poor and now that its shut down i am gutted but i was reading The Divinci Code and a poem book called Mouthful of Forevers. the last fanfiction I read was @cb97percent ‘s Maniac’s collection, specifically Chan and Minho’s and oh my god they’re amazing, highly recommend.

my favourite series would have to be the bridge kingdom (totally underrated, if you like acotar/shatter me/cruel Prince you’ll love this)

Last Song:

My fave album rn is Searow’s new album and its absolutely beautiful i really recomend if you like tranquil music to give it a listen, my last kpop song i listened to was probably impurities by le sserafim because that song is a masterpiece and the best song to drive to

Here’s a link to my Spotify incase any of you want to see what I listen to hehe -> MY SPOTIFY ACCOUNT

Last Series:

im currently watching f4 thialand (it may or may not be because dew is in it and he is probably the finest man alive, but also win is an absolute gem) and im enjoying it so much. i watched meteor garden (the chinese version) years ago and i remembered loving it so i thought id give f4 thialand a try and its so good so far. its literally had me lolling so much i cba. the last series i finished watching was the new series of fate the winx saga (i grew up watching winx so it has a special place in my heart dont judge) BUT ITS BEEN FUCKING CANCELLED IM NOT OKAY i left a series of furious comments on the netflix page but alas no bueno. I also started watching extracurricular (kdrama) but I haven’t had time to finish it yet, as well as your name

Last Movie:

I WATCHED ‘BETTER DAYS (2019)’ LAST NIGHT I AM AN EMOTIONAL MESS I AM IN BITS WHAT THE FUCK WHY WAS IT THE BEST MOVIE I HAVE EVER WATCHED it has become my favourite for life and i dont even want to go to uni tpday so i can watch it again if anyone has watched it pls talk to me about it because i cant handle myself. Update: I’m currently watching spirited away while I write my uni assignment because it’s my comfort movie also I didn’t go to uni because I couldn’t be arsed 🫶🏻

Currently working on:

god so much ahhaha obviously begin again and friends with benefits are in the works, begin again is so close to being finished !! and friends with benefits is coming along nicely i love writing that story. i also started doing the fake texts and i (and you guys) love them sm so ill try and get all the members done this week but bear with me because i have an assignment due. i also have started two felix fics hhehrheheh but i sat down last night to write my ideas for the members down and i came up with some good ideas for seungmin and jeongin (i hardly see anyone write about them so i want to focus on making proper fics for them) so give me your thoughts as to what youd want to see after fwb and begin again are finished!!!

Here’s some potential titles hehe no promises tho !!

-> Hit me with your best shot - Seungmin (college baseball seungmin x studious reader, frenemies to lovers)

-> From someone you know - Felix (good boy turned bad Felix x best friend reader)

-> Summer loving - Felix (childhood best friends to lovers, takes place over the course of one week - readers dad’s wedding)

-> Wherefore art thou Romeo? - Jeongin (theatre/music students Jeongin x theatre student reader, friends to lovers)

Im so ambitious hahahaha I just love coming up with ideas lol so let me know if any of these tickle your fancy

Thanks for reading!! Hope this helped you get to know me better

I’d like to tag @sstarryreads @gibbysupremeacyisreal @mal-lunar-28 and honestly anyone else who’d like to do this!! Don’t feel pressured to answer the tag, this is all just for fun 🫶🏻

#bang chan #changbin #felix lee #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #jeongin #hyunjin imagines #lee know #hyunjin x reader

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satoruists · 1 year

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what the future holds. (2.0k words) summary: shoko is tired of watching satoru suffer alone. cw: angst with comfort pairing: satosugu but there is only satoru note: dividers are by @cafekitsune !!

shoko isn’t a person who concerns herself with the matters of others too much, but satoru is acting strange. ever since suguru defected, he never seems to have time for anything else besides his missions. that in itself is not unusual. satoru became a fully realized sorcerer during his second year, and the higher-ups do nothing more than assign him mission after mission. satoru at least made some effort to at least see her in the year between his awakening and suguru’s exile from jujutsu society.

nowadays, he seems to brush her off more frequently. shoko gave satoru the benefit of the doubt at first. he is one of three special-grade sorcerers in the entire world. besides, it’s not like she isn’t busy. shoko is trying to juggle college entrance exams, applications, and the regular duties of a normal high school student on top of her life as a sorcerer. though it troubles her when she can’t even remember the last time he sent her a text with the sole purpose to piss her off or called her phone at an ungodly hour of the night.

shoko understands why, now, when she sees satoru practically draping himself over another man in a back alley host club in kabukicho. the only reason she bothered to double-take was because the two – at least from behind – look nearly identical to the couple she saw almost every day for three years. nearly.

satoru may be proficient in fooling others, but she’s accustomed to his little tricks. his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. his hand doesn’t smooth circles into the host’s upper arm. moreover, the eyes beneath his shades hold nothing. satoru used to look at suguru like his boyfriend was the moon, stars, and all the galaxies above — his crystalline eyes reflecting the beauty he saw whenever he laid his eyes on suguru. but here? satoru’s eyes are betraying him for once. it tells shoko everything she needs to know — this isn’t suguru. this isn’t who i need.

shoko cant help but wonder: will he be satisfied after he’s lost himself in the limbs of faceless strangers? does it soothe him to avoid his remaining friend? will it sate the hunger – the yearning – for his one and only?

she does need to bother asking when she already knows the answer. no, it doesn’t do anything. it probably made things worse. no matter how hard he tries, he cannot pretend like the men who look like suguru are enough. satoru cannot silence the voice in the back of his mind whispering ‘suguru wouldn’t say that,’ or ‘sugu was better’.

regardless, shoko swallows her pride and pushes open the tinted glass door before her. a host club is not where she wants to be on a friday night, and she does not hesitate to tell the hostess that she does not want to talk to any of the hosts. she grimaces at the entry price — 3000 yen — that she is about to pay just to give satoru a piece of her mind as she rummages through her purse for her wallet.

satoru could recognize shoko’s cursed energy from anywhere, but he didn’t expect to sense it through the window of this establishment. part of him hoped she would just move on and ask him about it later, but of course she decides to enter. satoru releases a deep exhale when he realizes that he pissed her off. her cursed energy is coursing off her in waves. he told shoko that he was assigned an emergency mission in tokyo just so he could be here instead.

it’s a shameful little indulgence — to sneak away from the clutches of jujutsu society to breathe for once. to think that he, the pinnacle of jujutsu sorcery, would find his way into a seedy little corner of tokyo’s host club district? it makes satoru nearly laugh at how far he’s fallen. satoru unwraps his arms from the host, fishes out a wad of yen from his pocket, and dismisses the worker with a sly wink and a promise to see him again later.

with that, satoru slowly makes his way to shoko’s table. she doesn’t bother to look up from her phone until he speaks:

“what’re you doing here, shoko? thought you didn’t swing that way.”

“i don’t,” shoko takes a drag of her cigarette. “i’m trying to figure out why the great gojo satoru is at a host club.”

satoru flashes one of his signature smiles, the one that says ‘don’t worry, i’m the strongest.’ he falters when he allows himself to meet shoko’s eyes from behind his pitch-black frames. her gaze solemnly whispers back: ‘i don’t believe you.’

“what, a guy like me can’t have fun sometimes?”

“it’s a little more than sometimes,” shoko murmurs. “you flaked the past three times we were supposed to catch up outside of jujutsu tech.”

oof. it’s been three times already? satoru isn’t the best at keeping up with his arrangements, but he thought he was making enough time for her. but gojo — a man who struggles to admit his faults — can’t stop himself when he tries to downplay the situation like he always does.

“i told you i’ve been busy lately—“

shoko allows herself to give voice to her innermost thoughts when she retorts: “and you expect me to believe you?”

shoko directs her attention to the host satoru was with. from across the room, she would have undoubtedly mistaken him for suguru if she didn’t know any better. she was hoping the resemblance only applied to her limited view from the window.

“he looks awfully familiar, don’t you think?”

satoru doesn’t have to look in the direction she is referring to. he gathers her meaning quickly.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” satoru grumbles.

“you do. he looks a bit like suguru, doesn’t he?” shoko asks. satoru’s silence speaks volumes. “so this is where you run off to.”

the silence between them threatens to suffocate satoru. shoko sips her coffee and places it back down on the table before motioning for him to join her.

“sit. i need to ask you something.”

gojo pulls out the chair, and the squeaking legs do nothing but agitate him further. he deposits himself onto the seat with the grace of an angry child caught stealing from the cookie jar.

“what is it?”

shoko rests her face against the arm propped up on the table. she knows she is about to hurt satoru, but she can’t stand to see him like this any longer.

“does this help you?” shoko asks.

satoru’s crystalline eyes narrow at shoko’s question.

“what do you mean by that?”

shoko remains unflinching. she’s seen this look before — many times, even. she’s seen it when he comes back from a meeting with his higher-ups. she recognizes it from the time his relative was on campus for sorcerer business. she knows what it means, too. do not speak another word to me.

“pretending. does it help to pretend like that man is suguru?” shoko prods.

gojo leans back against the chair, his arms folded against his chest. he’s gritting his teeth. his jaw is clenched as if he is trying to prevent the truth from escaping his mouth.

“i’m not pretending. i’m dating again, for real.”

shoko doesn’t attempt to suppress her scoff.

“yeah? after your three-year relationship? be real, satoru. we both know you can’t throw away your feelings that easily,” shoko spits back. “plus, you can’t even date the hosts here. we both know what you’re doing.”

shoko takes another drag from her cigarette and reminds herself that her goal is to help satoru, not reprimand him. it forces her to take a deep breath — even if it is tarnished with countless carcinogens.

“listen, you’re not the only person who lost someone,” shoko whispers. satoru grips the sleeves of jacket. “you think you’re alone? i was there, too.”

shoko’s following statements felt near foreign to her. she isn’t much of a sentimental person. there’s no time for women to indulge in emotions as jujutsu sorcerers. not unless they want to be perceived as weak.

“i don’t care that you’re the ‘strongest’ or whatever, but you can’t deal with things like loss alone,” shoko looks away from him and sighs. “so just— just stop whatever this is. i’m here for you.”

satoru’s head drops at her last sentence. he doesn’t even realize he’s crying until the first tear falls on his lenses, and the dam he built to keep himself safe from his own emotions breaks beneath the pressure of the oncoming flood of emotions. it sweeps him beneath the current, and he forgets where he’s at. all satoru can see are the haunting traces of suguru — his smile, his laugh, his voice — swirling past and drowning him.

“i miss him, shoko,” satoru sobs. “he was my one and only— and someday i’ll probably have to kill him all because he left us like that.”

shoko slides a napkin across the table to satoru.

“it’s cruel, isn’t it?” shoko mutters. “but you know i’m here. i know what you meant to each other. just stop running away from it. you can’t afford to. not unless you want to lose the other people in your life, too.”

satoru takes off his glasses and promptly uses the cloth napkin to hide as much of himself away from shoko. like shoko, there is no place for the strongest to show how frail he feels inside. the strongest jujutsu sorcerer can’t let the world know that there is one person who could shatter his heart to pieces with a single glance. the world cannot know that the gojo satoru is capable of feeling love, hurt, heartbreak, pain— he is told he is a god amongst men, but he is merely a boy at his core.

“you know you can’t change what happened to him, but you still have a future,” shoko says. “there’s always something you can do about that.”

satoru lets out an almost bitter laugh. it feels like shoko thrusted her arm into the depths of the whirlpool just to save him from being pulled under, and he can finally breathe. the sound causes shoko’s lips to curve into a small smile. she hasn’t heard a true laugh from him in ages. satoru really thought he was over suguru for a little bit, but shoko is right. he’s coughing up ten thousands of yen every week for a cheap imitation of what he used to have. he could tell he might have lost her as a friend, too, if she was a worse person. he can’t afford to lose his loved ones anymore.

“i can’t believe i kept trying to avoid you this whole time. you give decent advice sometimes, y’know?” satoru remarks.

“yeah. i do,” shoko affirms, almost smugly. “it’s up to you to follow through, though.”

“you know i will.”

it’s a bit of a shock to shoko when satoru reveals his “latest and greatest plan to change the future!” as he put it. he calls her at some godforsaken hour of the evening to tell her he plans to become a teacher at jujutsu tech. she wishes he left this revelation for a more reasonable time, but she did say she would be there for him.

satoru kind of stuffed the memory of the host club into the recesses of his mind— or so he thought. it was another restless night because of shoko (who knew she could say insightful stuff like that?), and he finally figured out what he could do for the future instead of wallowing in the reflections of his past.

“a teacher? i thought you hated kids.”

“nah. i don’t,” satoru sighs. “i hate the way adults in jujutsu society treat them. i don’t want anyone to go through what suguru and i experienced. i get to be right there with them to help instead. pretty good idea, huh?”

shoko pauses to think. okay, maybe gojo wouldn’t be the best at teaching from the book. he is the most disorganized person she’s ever met. it’s not like he doesn’t know what he’s doing! satoru is somehow good at everything he does— and that includes academics. however, every time satoru tried to help her with their educational studies, it ended with her being more confused than when they began. but if that’s his motivation…

“yeah,” shoko affirms. “it’s a great idea. you’ll be amazing.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #satosugu #stsg #gojo satoru #ieiri shoko #geto suguru #my writing

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