#( isms. ) :: then i take it back alright? i take it all back but not him!

[thedoctorsaysimwrong]

#( i hope you appreciate this url was chosen because it was cruel )#( and yet very much a reality of jack's existence )#( jack does appreciate ianto's anger on his behalf though )#( and tbh i really just needed the thing on my blog you don't have to answer considering there's not much opening )#( but yeah )#( couldn't resist bringing it over )#( also jack gets tunnel vision when he wants and thus doesn't care about the work or the coffee )#( tunnel vision only shows ianto woops )#( he's selective xD )

[rivangel]

→ Thundershower (angsty+smutty) (ao3) Four years after Levi was felled to the Beast Titan (or so says the official story) you see his ghost dressed as a Warrior, living in Marley. He is alive, but he’s no longer himself. In order to get him back, you choose to stop at nothing to bring him back.

→ "You feel like home to me.”

→ Picture Perfect (angsty) Levi wishes he was man enough to be good enough. More selfishly, he wishes he was the only man you ever wanted.

→ "Wow, I really can't speak huh? Must be because on how pretty you look." (comforting)

→ Poor Baby (angsty) Levi is sick. It's all fun and games until he drops a bombshell on you.

→ Just for the Time You’re Away (angsty) Despite the safety that comes with your brief reassignment behind Wall Sina, Levi can’t help but feel devastated in your absence, especially in wake of the 57th Expedition. As it turns out, he was right to worry.

→ Raven (angsty) Three looks into Levi’s search for self-love—one who was born a woman and forced to present as a man.

→ “You always see the good in people. even me."

→ Levi Month - post-war: marriage

→ Eyes Off! (+smut) Miche is somewhat jealous of Levi’s strength, and the girl he’s sweet on—you. How else to resolve this but with a jealousy-fueled drinking contest?

→ “Scouting” For the second time since finding the basement, (what’s left of) the Scouts spend a day at the beach; for the first time since ever, it’s a day to have fun and relax.

→ Levi says ‘I love you’ for the first time

→ reader calling transmasc!Levi their boyfriend for the first time

→ cuddling with transmasc!Levi <3 → After the war, you and Levi go to bed

→ “Hate it when Mom and Dad fight.”😏

→ sharing hobbies

→ "Is that my shirt?'

→ You're My Home "It's gonna be alright... L-Like always."

→ Levi Month - love at first sight + reincarnation

→ Levi-isms translated

→ traffic after a hard day → in bed at 7

→ Levi… fresh out of the Underground. Who's getting to a proper healthy weight for the first time in his life

→ “I love when you talk to me like that.”

→ a test of trust, aka a little gift.

→ Levi being such a tsundere about affection → nervous, flustered, flirting → you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear

→ “Hey, look at me. I’m listening. You can tell me anything."

→ "I don't think I've ever seen you smile."

→ sleepy Levi → "You're so sensitive. Just a sensitive baby." → sleepy & giggly → it’s just past midnight on New Years.

→ cutting Levi's hair

→ Your birthday has been a gloomy one, but not all is lost.

→ If Levi had stretchmarks

→ One finds the other asleep somewhere and tucks them in with a jacket. → Levi being so fucked out, he actually falls asleep for once.

→ Levi hates driving (humor+fluff)

→ Giving Levi a massage

→ “Tea for you.”

→ Giving Levi aftercare

→ Teen!Levi taking care of kids in the Underground ( comforting) [not ship content]

→ Drabble Challenge 2024: stack → Drabble Challenge 2024: act

→ Fluff Alphabet - spending time, what he admires, comfort, dream, being equals - arguments, how grateful, how honest, changing each other - jealousy, kissing, how he confesses, marriage - nicknames, how he's like in love, PDA, quirk - how romantic, how supportive, trying new things, understanding - how important the relationship is, random hc, how he copes when missing you, how loyal

→ what makes Levi smile

→ Levi with a pet cat

→ is he ticklish?

→ Levi+subspace → Levi being that kind of fucked-out where

→ What Levi’s like when he’s drunk

→ Levi as a new dad → Levi being a dad for the 104th

→ asexual!Levi and asexual!male!Reader

→ on Levi's haircut post-war

→ how Levi gives compliments<3

→ stuff Levi does for fun → the first time Levi cooks a meal for you

→ being shocked by fresh fruit

→ about baby Levi and Kuchel [not ship content]

→ Levi is awkward

→ on transmasc!Levi → Levi and transmasc!reader

→ fem!Levi hcs

→ what he's like when he sleeps → what he wears to bed

→ what if Levi naturally runs warm because he is an Ackerman (so part-titan)

→ how Levi would sneeze🤭

→ caring about you on your period → while you're pregnant

➤ All other headcanons ✲ミ☁

main Levi masterlist

updated 09/27/24

[weoris]

003 | CONNECTED MELODIES 🪡 HB YOU KILLULU UR SELFLULU WC 296

jungwon always knew you loved songwriting, of course he’d know — you were his senior, long-time crush and sister of his own idol, jungkook of bts. but when everyone is convinced you’re writing love songs about him, how on earth is he going to react?

the boy was just chasing his friend (like normal) and all of a sudden, his shoulder collided harshly with another’s.

he feels a gloss’s wand graze against his own lips and chin as they both fall. his groans as he wipes the sticky product off his jaw and turns his head to see the perpetrator, only to be met with your furrowed eyebrows and annoyed eyes looking at the ground. gasping immediately, he widens his eyes. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were there.”

you glance at him but look back down, trying to pull yourself together as you fix the hair that had caught on your gloss. “It’s fine..” his face turns red from embarrassment, you were probably going to kill him about now.

he extends a hand to help you up and you take it blindly. searching for any wounds or possible bruises, his expression turns worried — but you pout at the fact that your lip gloss was now ruined. the wand basking in the dirt of the floor while the bottle container had a tiny crack on it.

“..here.” jungwon passed you the wand as he pursed his lips and you awkwardly took it. “Thanks..” seeing how dirty the wand had gotten, you groan and curse the company for making the gloss so sticky.

“Sorry.” the words coming out of your mouths at the same time made you chuckle, while his eyes just widened more. awkwardly laughing as well, he held his hands in front of him and froze.

Standing in silence for a while, you purse your lips and breathe out. “Alright, I have to go.. bye.” You give a half-smile and leave immediately, leaving him with his mouth open, trying to say bye as well but his voice betrayed him.

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[libbylubb]

Lego Confession - Angela Giarratana and Spencer Agnew

Even though Angela was down with the sickness (OO-AH-AH-AH-AH) she was still ready to rock and roll on this Lego Livestream. How could she not? She was able to spend some time with Spencer, and she could not wait.

They were good into the livestream when they mentioned the converstation they had about their favourite Angela-isms. "My favourite will always be that you forget your glasses," Amanda laughs, poking her friend. "Wait, I don't remember this," Angela said, confusion lacing her voice. "Well, you did drink A LOT," Spencer said, quickly following up with "do you even remember anything?" Angela stayed quiet for a little before she giggled, shaking her head, "No, i do not," They all laugh but Spencer cannot help but think about how he poured his heart out.

A while ago

Angela was probably 7 units down and was everywhere. She was sitting with Spencer, Amanda and Chanse. "Angela, you don't need that," Amanda said, taking it from her then stroking her back. "Whyy?" Angela pouted, struggling a little bit to stand up right. Spencer took an arm around her waist before she fell over. They all chuckled at her. She laid her head on Spencers shoulder, yawning. "Alright, I'm gonna get a drink," Chanse said, "I'll join you," Amanda said as they walked off. Spencer, honestly, wanted one as well. But at the moment he would rather stay with Angela.

"Angela," Spencer spoke, looking at her. "Yeah?" She mumbled, "you won't remember this, but... I like you a lot, like, romantically," Angela smiled, hugging him tightly, "aww, Spencey,"

Even though Spencer hoped she would remember, she didn't. He didn't really know what he was going to do. Though, something came to mind while the livestream was about to end.

After the livestream people were getting ready to go home, but Spencer stopped Amanda before she was able to get away. "Hey, Amanda, I need your help," "Sure, what's up?" She smiled, stopping in her actions of packing her bag. "I said something stupid to Angela at the party," he confessed. Amanda frowned, "What did you say...?" She had a quiestioning look, her head tilting a little. "I confessed my feelings to her, but she doesn't remember anything of it. You remember how drunk she was," he said, sighing. "What did she say? Do you remember?" "Well, she didn't really respond before we were interuptet by Courtney," Amanda hummed, thinking. "First of all, it wasn't stupid. And second, she probably liked you too, you should tell her again," she said, "now do it, before she leaves!" she pushed him away. He giggled.

Unfortunetly for him, she had already left. So he did the only thing he could do. Drive to her home, knock on her door, and confess his feelings.

So that's what he did, and after confessing his feelings Angela was in shock, the memories from the party coming back. "I-" "I'm sorry, it was probably wrong of me," he said, but before he could continue she was kissing him. "I like you too," she smiled after the kiss.

[sucrosette]

★— ⋆｡˚ [03. A Life in a Flower Shop]

For Day 20 of Carry on Countdown 23, Flowers. @carryon-countdown

Simon Snow gets a bouquet. His day is going great. (if you saw the wrong summary, no you didn’t)

Rated T for cussing and Idiots-to-Lovers-isms.

This is a series of snapshots of different Simon Snows and Baz Pitches in the greater multiverse. You can find the other "lives" here: [Day 3: Alternate Universe][Day 19: Sci-Fi]

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“Oh~ that’s a lovely bouquet you’ve got there, Simon,” Penny hums as she saunters into the shop, tugging her lip ring between her teeth.

“Yeah,” Simon grumbles, “I know. It’s for the shop's first anniversary, I guess.”

Penny stops short, quirking her head at Simon’s tone. “Why are you being such a priss about a romantic bouquet? It’s lovely, you’re not taken, so you’ve got an admirer, who wouldn’t be happy to know they’ve got an admirer?”

That seems to perplex Simon, his brows furrowing and eyes darting obviously to the flower shop across the road.

“Oh, of bloody course it’s from the shopkeep across the way. Basil’s been trying to figure out how to confess for the past three months now. Suppose the anniversary’s as good a reason as any to make a move,” Penny shifts topic with eace, waving her hand dismissively. “Anyway, is that the face of a rejection I see happening? You’re going to break his little heart, Simon, go gently if you do reject the poor lad.”

“He’s a sodding arse,” Simon scowls harder as he says it, sending all kinds of angry energy across the road and directly at Baz where he was probably tending plants. Singing to them sweetly, watering their roots, maybe adjusting the plants that needed more sun so they’d flourish better. Simon knew too much about how Baz tended his plants.

“Well, yes,” Penny admits, “But it’s a very nice bouquet.”

“He told me it meant ‘fuck you’ in flower,” Simon groans out.

Penny doesn’t hold back her laugh at that. “And you believed him?”

Poor Simon gives a defeated nod and Penny has to temper her laugh for that.

“Oh, you poor sod,” Penny pats Simon gently on the back, “Baz Pitch really is a prick, isn’t he?”

Simon nods again, huffing his confusion. “He’s been trying to confess?”

“So far four times, and that’s just the one’s I’ve seen. I’m sure there’s been more that I haven’t,” Penny consoled, her hand running soothing circles between Simon’s shoulder blades.

“How did I miss them then?” Simon doesn’t quite wail, but there’s still an anguished little noise at the tail end of his words that could definitely qualify as something like a wail, “Why do I think he hates me?”

“Because he’s not just a prick, but an emotionally constipated prick to boot,” Penny sighs, “You want me to go through the flowers and tell you what they really mean?”

Simon leans his head on Penny’s shoulder, “You’d do that for me?”

“If neither of us have any appointments, I’ll do it right now. If we do, I’ll do it first break we get, alright?”

“Alright…” Simon takes the bouquet in hand and sits down on the chair at the front desk, “My first appointment is in an hour. I think you’re just potential walk ins today.”

“Well, it won’t take an hour to get through it,” Penny pats Simon’s shoulder gently, “I promise he likes you.”

“How did I miss it?”

“Probably because you both attempt to kill each other on sight,” Penny tuts, “Now let’s get into these flowers.”

Apparently, the three lilies that serve as the centerpiece to this bouquet apparently represent beauty, and their pink colour means admiration, or even infatuation, a far cry from a fuck you. The lilacs, soft purple stems bursting forth, apparently are a tender representation of a first love, which Simon finds a bit surprising. Baz is way too bloody handsome to have never had a proper first love before him. Would theirs even count? It was more fight than anything else.

Penny flicks his ear to bring his focus back to the flowers when his mind starts wandering down that path. “Focus on the flowers, Simon, not wherever your mind is going trying to figure things out. Figuring’s not your specialty.”

“Right, sure, of course,” Simon grumbles out, feeling particularly scolding.

Baby’s breath, apparently a common filler in bouquets, is also a choice pick for new beginnings, which is why it’s so often in wedding bouquets. He’s put in forget-me-nots too, and those can mean devotion and true love and Simon’s starting to think he’s in over his head. Penny just laughs at him for it. Even the sprigs of thyme represent something. Apparently strength and power and Simon’s not really sure why Basil thinks as much of him, and he says as much.

“Well, you started this shop from nothing. You made your own way and you’re not exactly shy about it,” Penny answers a little too matter-of-factly, “And bully for you, it’s a pretty strong confession, I’d say.”

“Does the greenery mean something too?” Simon sets the bouquet down in front of him, staring deeply at the filler leaves that make up the space between whites and purples and pinks.

Penny laughs again, a little louder, “Well, maybe, but not that I know about. Anyway, even if it does, it’s only going to keep being romantic, I’m sure.”

“Why did he say it meant ‘fuck you’ though?” Simon groans, slouching into his seat.

“I mean, if you think about it, in a way, he is saying ‘fuck you’ in flower. Just,” Penny wobbles her head and hand in unison, “Like fuck you, positively. Fuck you, literally. I’d like to fuck you, intimately, maybe. I don’t know his preferences, though, I shouldn’t make assumptions on them.”

“Okay, Pen, please, I bloody get it,” Simon groans.

“Alright, alright,” Penny shrugs, leaning back against the front desk, “So are you gonna do something about it?”

Simon scrunches up his nose, “Oh, bloody well yes I am. That absolute arse deserves what’s coming to him.”

“After your appointment,” Penny pops her lips as she says it, gesturing to the person who was just walking through the door, “Seems they’re a touch early.”

“After my appointment,” Simon agrees, if a little reluctantly. He was definitely not letting this one slide.

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Baz, unprepared and going through the preparations to close shop up ten minutes before he would actually have to, was entirely unsuspecting to the thought that someone might have wisened Simon up to what his bouquet might actually mean. Might as well be ready, he’d always said, and it’s pretty well how he lives his life most of the time too.

Excepting, of course, in the case of Simon Snow.

Simon Snow makes him impulsive, makes him throw insults and fly off the handle, makes him stay up till midnight perfecting an impromptu arrangement he’d had to drive across town just to get two kinds of flower that he’d run out of stock for two days before this idea had struck him. Needless to say, Simon Snow made him a bit of an idiot.

The bell clangs to his door at five till the hour and Basil’s already starting his usual spiel, “We close in five, if you want to pick something premade and quick, the–” he looks up out of courtesy and instead of some customer he hadn’t been expecting, sees Simon panting his doorway, “Oh. It’s you.”

“Me,” Simon narrows his eyes at Baz, “You… ‘fuck you’ in flower right back.”

It takes Baz a moment. He’d basically completely forgotten that throwaway line over the course of the day, between filling orders and answering calls, he’d had other things to think about. Especially considering it had just been a sarcastic moment in his pre-caffeinated state. “Do you mean… like insultingly or literally?”

Simon marches right up to him, stomping the whole way, which is a rather wasteful expense of energy, Baz has mind to think, before he grabs Baz by the cheeks and tugs him down to kiss him hard.

It’s a hot mess of a kiss. Their teeth clang, Simon’s lips burn from leftover curry, –it must be what he’d had for lunch– and neither of them have any idea where to put their hands after Simon had grabbed Baz by the face. Eventually, it slows down, Baz’s hands finding at least a slightly less awkward perch at Simon’s hips, squeezing him gently. Simon’s hands slip down to hang over Baz’s shoulders and they stay like that for a long moment.

The door bell rings again.

“We’re closed. Come back tomorrow,” Basil announces without an ounce of shame and without looking up from Simon’s eyes. He hears the door close again, and maybe a muttered apology, but he can deal with it later if anything comes of it. “I’m taking that as a literal ‘fuck you,’ I hope you know.”

“You’re a sodding arse,” Simon scoles him, a fierce little pout on his lips.

“Yes, and you kissed me,” Baz laughs out loud as he says it, “You must have a thing for sodding arses.”

“Shove off,” Simon growls and forces him into another kiss, this one with slightly less teeth, taking the time to slot their lips together properly this time, “You owe me an explanation, Baz Pitch.” 

“Alright, I’ll get you one over dinner,” Baz answers with a kiss to the point of Simon’s nose, “Seem fair?”

“It’s a start,” Simon huffs, “You know it’s not my fault your easy access to half-decent espresso shut down right? The building was already empty by the time I put my bid in!”

Basil snorts another laugh at that, louder, nipping the pout of Simon’s lips, wrapping his arms properly around Simon’s waist and pulling the shorter in close by the waist. “I’m glad it’s gone now, but I certainly wasn’t then.”

“You better be,” Simon purses his lips adorably, already half-caught in a bluster.

Basil shakes his head and squeezes Simon hard enough to pull his attention back to the kissing and not the fighting part of them. “Shut up, Simon Snow, and let me kiss you again.”

And Simon lets him. He does, and he does, and he does.

[suzie-shooter]

F2 Quali - Austria 2023 - James Blair commentary highlights

Nice view of mine and Clem's kitchen in the background there, I hadn't actually factored that in when I set everything up, but there you go.

Clem up in the top 10 [in practice], honourable mention. See if we can finally get it together, that'd be nice.

I threw my back out this morning [...] oh my back is absolutely giving me grief, holy heck. Fuck [...] fuck I really am struggling with my back here team, but I'll try not to move too much - oh fucking hell - I'll see if I can kind of sit straight that might be better for it [...] feels muscular, or maybe there's some plates there I've put in the wrong place like when a guest empties the dishwasher.

Novalak is at the top of the timing boards as we see it now. Stupendous, long may it continue.

Look good, feel good, go good. Oh, Christ. I need like some kind of heat pad or a theragun or something, or perhaps a healthier lifestyle.

I've taken the day off work by the way, in case anyone was worried the insurance industry was going to collapse.

They're being quite anal for lack of a better word, on the track limits here in Austria as they usually are. Very persnickety.

Alright Novalak's going to put a lap in and he's quicker than Stanek, so that's something. And we're quicker than Benevides. We're just going to count the people we're quicker than. Not Crawford. Jaky Moon, to the top of the sheets. Said that before, weyhey.

And it's Victor Martins up top, the sexy Frenchman.

"Who's your favourite indycar driver?" Marcus. Hate to say it, in some ways, but, you know. *sings love is blind* [...] correct, followed very closely by Scott Dixon. There's really almost literally nothing in it.

Anything you hear on Screaming Meals take it with a pinch of salt or assume it's not true.

I've heard a lot about this Barbie film, a lot of chat yesterday about some of my trousers which are apparently Barbie coloured. I really haven't paid much attention to it, it's unintentional, I do just like wearing pink and upsetting the pseudo-masculine lads in my workplace who are just terrifed of anything but a pair of chinos from Reiss and a Ralph Lauren oxford shirt.

"Any interest in the Ashes James?" Absolutely none.

Almost all of [Ollie Bearman's] points have come from race wins, so he's got to pull a couple of fingers out. I had a drink with him last weekend, caught up, and he showed up to a pub dressed like he was ready for an insurance conference, white polo and black chinos and smart trainers. So somebody's got him on a short leash. And he seemed very calm, very collected, very sort of relaxed. And then he had to shoot off to another do for his mates who had passed their A-levels, so made me feel like a complete paedophile.

I'm just listening to Theo Pourchaire here, who looped it actually, in practice, had a rare moment of, I don't know, dur-brain-ism.

Not to stir the pot but [the ART seat] was an option we weren't not considering, but thought better of it in the end.

Yes, I've had a hair cut this week. Which is now apparently news. Much to the relief of Ally. She was getting continuously more and more pissed off about the hair, which is about 90% of the reason why I kept it so long.

Yes, doing TikTok now. Not enjoying it, it's a bit silly, but Clem says it's really important to uphold a public image so I'm doing them, but I want to make it absolutely clear that it's against my will.

Novalak clinging on in P16, by virtue of probably a few track limits violations. Come on Clem. P10 in praccy, it's all you need again brother. Reverse grid pole, and a massive plug for the empire. That's what we want.

This is a real what I believe scientists refer to as a clusterfuck.

Somebody's run well wide there and it's Daruvala in the MP and he's totally fucked Fittipaldi's lap in doing so as well. Big old moment for Dizzle.

I love Gregoire Saucy. I've actually never met him but I think he's just got a fantastic name. [...] I'd love to get Gregoire Saucy on the pod, but you would need to put up with me calling him Gregoire Saucy every time I addressed him.

I'm not even going to talk about Trident. Not even gonna do it, don't fancy it.

Good on Victor, I love Victor, he's a really great young man [...] super hot, lovely guy.

I'll definitely be doing all of the races this weekend, on my lonesome [...] thanks for tuning in, and please don't be mean to me.

[saturdaynightghostclub]

Highway Hypnosis

Chapter 3: Driftwood Craquelure

It’s common sense not to hike alone. And I wouldn’t, honest, if I felt like I had any other choice. But Joshy’s busy and Jasper’s weird and Len’s dead, which leaves me with me. I think I should probably make some girl friends, if there’s such a thing to be found in Evergreen. My whole life, I’ve been surrounded by girls pretty much exclusively, with the exception of my time up here; the town is infested with men, whose innate need to conquer sends them north and north and north until they can’t get any further up without leaving the country. They’re alright otherwise, I suppose, if only one can excuse those socialized facets of their existence which, under a very specific set of circumstances, can turn them into irredeemable monsters. I’m probably being unfair to them, the poor babies, but the fact is I think I would be much happier here if I had a couple of girls around to talk to.

There’s a trailhead off Main Street that leads to the river. Forever and a day ago, someone built a bridge over the water, and then that bridge collapsed. The eventual solution appears to be the massive piece of driftwood upon which I’m currently precariously balanced. We’re an hour from the coast, which means someone must have driven to the beach and somehow retrieved this log to use as a bridge. I wonder why whoever it was didn’t just use a felled tree or something; it seems like it would have saved them an awful lot of trouble. I’ll admit though, the driftwood is striking. It’s marled and bleached, looking more sculptural than natural. What little bark remains on its sides is cracked and peeling; I remember learning in some blowoff class or another that the cracks in an oil painting are called the craquelure. This thing is a work of art.

When in doubt, three points of contact. This was Len’s evergreen advice in precarious outdoor situations. Three points, girl! Two feet and a hand!

This is a way I can honor him, I think. I’ll follow the advice I never did when he was alive, and maybe I’ll come out without so many cuts and bruises. Deep breath. I unbuckle the chest strap on my backpack, remembering another Len-ism: If you’re going to fall in the water, make sure you can wiggle out of your backpack, just in case. I crouch, trying to center myself and hoping I look more like a surfer in motion than a creepy forest gremlin. Three points, girl. I lower my right hand, thinking as I do that this probably wasn’t what Len meant, but there’s no going back now. Feeling slightly silly in spite of the fact that I’m probably the only human being on this trail at the moment, I wind up with something of a spider-crawl to the end of the log–is this what you wanted, you old freak?--and swing my legs over the edge to hop off onto the ground. I might as well just walk through the river on my way back.

I’m something like four miles into the trail when I get the half-disappointing signal to head home. When your water’s half gone, you’re half done. I hope Len can see me from wherever he is, finally following his lead the way I was always meant to. It’s a good thing, in the end; my body’s not used to the up and down of these trails, and I can feel my muscles protesting with each foot of incline. My head is pounding, probably from a combination of heat and dehydration, and my hands are swollen and near-useless, blood pooling into my fingertips from where I swung them at my sides. Hold onto your little backpack straps and that won’t happen. The man had a solution for everything. He was never a professional, to my knowledge; he just wasn’t afraid. If he knew to land with your whole foot when jumping from rock to rock, it’s because he jumped onto his toes one too many times and it landed him on his ass. If he wasn’t afraid, there’s a chance he was reckless too. I don’t want to think what that might have meant for him in the end.

I take the downhill slope quickly–If you lean back and lead with your hips you’ll go faster–and conquer the driftwood at my own pace. It’s hot, hotter than I can ever remember in Evergreen, although maybe it’s the eight-mile trek talking, and when I emerge from beneath the dense cover of the trees it’s like walking into the beam of a floodlight. My skin is flushed and hot, my legs marred up to my thighs with tiny scrapes from thistle and god knows what else, and for some reason I’m thrilled about it. It’s always hard to remember the misery you’ve experienced once you’re in the clear; it’s some kind of protective mechanism, maybe, to keep us sane in the face of difficulty. Nice of our brains to do that for us–then again, the next injury always hurts twice as bad. I’m in the clear, though. I’m starting over. For the day, for my life. I should probably get some electrolytes in me.

The general store is blessedly air conditioned. I make a beeline for the refrigerators along the back wall, opening one up without seeing what’s inside, just to bask in its chill.

“You’re letting all the cold air out,” Jasper’s voice sounds from behind a book. I look over my shoulder to see him, as ever, with his legs crossed on the counter.

“Let me have this,” I reply, testing the waters. It’s been a week and a half. I think we’re warming up to each other, but I can’t be certain.

Jasper shrugs, lowering the book. “Whatever.”

I can feel his eyes on me as I make my selection–screw electrolytes, I’m going for caffeine–and when I bring my drink to the register he looks mildly inconvenienced as he’s forced to swing his legs off the counter and do his job. They’re long legs; I’ve noticed before, but really, it’s almost impressive that he manages to have such control over his limbs when he’s working with the proportions of a benevolent spider. Those long legs means he’s got a few good inches on me, and if I look up at him through my eyelashes every so often, then what?

Jasper clears his throat. “You, uh. You decided to change things up today,” he says, sliding the can (which proclaims itself to be full of tea, but which we all know to contain pure rocket fuel). I raise an eyebrow, and he clarifies: “You usually go for mint. Today you got the peach.”

“Huh,” I say, wondering how on Earth he managed to pick that up, “you’re right. I’m surprised you remembered.”

Jasper shrugs, averting his gaze for a moment. “People fall into patterns,” he says. Fair enough, I suppose. I reach across the counter to take the can, and before I can fully comprehend what’s happening Jasper’s got his hand wrapped around my wrist. My gaze shoots upward, ready to either wrench myself free of his grasp or tell him exactly where he can shove his patterns, but whatever fire had ignited itself in my chest is doused by the delicate arrangement of his features. “I’m sorry,” he says, letting go of me, “I don’t know why I–shit, I’m sorry,”

He looks pained, stunned–like he couldn’t have anticipated his action any more than I could have. I’m seized once again by the desire, impractical and mortifying, to be close to him. If I took his hand, would it be alright? Would it communicate what I wanted to say–the “it’s okay” without the “do it again”?

“Let’s start over,” I say, as softly as I can without slipping into meekness. Jasper nods, exhaling.

“Would it be alright if I stopped by the house later? I have…I have something of Len’s I’d like to return. A book,” he says, shrinking back from himself in real time.

He’s practically a stranger. I haven’t known him in eleven years, and if Joshy’s to be believed at least five of those years were fraught with tension. I should set a boundary before I find myself alone with him, starting something out of vague nostalgia that I can’t finish. And so, when I tell him “Sure, come over whenever,” it’s the ten-year-old troublemaker I’m inviting into my home and not the lanky shell of regret standing across the counter from me.

[the-omi-one-for-asmo]

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Im Omi! But I also go by Ghost, Rook, Vino, and a few other names. I use He/Hunt pronouns, I’m Demifluid (alternatively known as Demigenderfluid), Neptunic, and AroaceFlux! I have juvenile arthritis (I’d prefer not to get into which specific type). Ah I’m very Open to making friends although I get anxious and aren’t good at responding all the time so send a dm and ask to be friends, if I ever don’t respond.. just send another message a bit later id either be busy with school or just forgot

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Bonjour my friend!! I’m back and bringing in my thoughts from Tony, Terry, Tommy. I’m going to go chronologically through my (ungodly) reread.

- What if it’s a love or murder confession? What if it’s about the money you owe her? The money she owes you?

- Squidny lovers rise! I’m now noticing all the seeds you’ve planted.

- You figure either the dinner rush is starting to slow down or she’s relieved you’re coming. Who are you being humble for, no shot it’s the former.

- Tony please my heart can’t take it. Ugh the self depreciation. The no one is my friend and I am no good to this place. My heart how it breaks.

- Ginger’s Theory: money owed + three years no contact with Syd + significance of chip 3 (years/months sober?). Could Syd have unknowingly given Tony drug money. Oh man. Okay. I’m adding that into my notes app to toggle around with.

- “Good to see you. I want to catch up, f’real, but—” “The bear in the walk-in?” “The bear in the walk-in.”

- this is hilarious 10/10

- Walking past Donna and Pete’s breakdown. I’m interested to see if/how this might comes back around.

- “Dad knew him, so then I knew him, so then I occasionally fixed shit for him. Shit that ‘Fak couldn’t?’ I think his name was?”

- This line!!! It comes back!!!! And Carm was listening. Oh my goodness your brain!!

In reading back through my thoughts I realized I didn’t introduce myself.

Howdy hi I’m Ginger!

Have a great day friend!

HELLO FRIEND THIS IS SO EXCITING I'M LOOKIN FORWARD TO THE UNGODLY REREAD!! The next chapter will hopefully be coming out sometime next week, maybe Monday night, and I will say, if you're a bitch for call backs and mirrored moments like I am, this is a very good time to reread, for this next chapter specifically.

Honestly Something To Do had a fuck ton of past moments, too, so really just an overall good time for a reread hehe. Anyways LETS CRACK IN!!

I've planted so many SquidInk seeds, I think i've said it somewhere else before, but it bares repeating, back when I was conceptualizing this series I thought of it being a Syd/Readers series, because I thought gay mechanic would be. so fucking fun. And I think a little part of me truly never let that completely go LMAO.

I wrote a whole paragraph explaining what No shot means because i was worried this Canadian-ism made the sentence seem like Tony thought the dinner rush was slowing down-- No, everyone did get that, it's just that she debated it in the first place, was what was concerning. My poor bug.

I will close my EYES looking at this theory for now. But I'll come back to it, after this next chapter, I think. We'll see.

THE BEAR IN THE WALK INNNN; I've started saying Bear in the Walk-in in lieu of elephant in the room with my friends, it's always confusing and always extremely funny 10/10

I still have to fuckin' figure out what to do with Donna. No spoilers but Season 3 through me for a loop I WASN'T expecting and now I have to. actually think. with my brain. this is hell.

Again, You're in for such a treat, if you catch these little come back moments!! There's a lot of them. There's honestly a handful that I didn't do on purpose and when people point them out I go Oh My God You're a Genius. We're BOTH geniuses. I'm excited to see what genius sticks out to you!!

And now it's bedtime for me I gotta go sleep so i can go hang out with my nephews tommorow because YES I DO BASE A LOT OF TONY'S EXPERIENCES OFF OF MY OWN ALRIGHT ? SO WHAT IF I GOT MY NEPHEW A PETER RABBIT BOOK AND THE OTHER ONE A TEETHING STUFFY? SHUT UP!!! ART IMITATES LIFE SHHHH!!!

[hellhoundlair]

could we have some more thoughts on ruby posessing deans body post-s3?

how would dean react when he returned?

thank you for asking, my lovely little anon. i totally forgot i had mentioned this a while back and being reminded of it has made me go holy shit.... my mind.....

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i think it all would have started very shortly after dean died. the entire foundation of sam and rubys relationship at this point has been that sam has reluctantly agreed to be rubys ally for the sake of saving dean. ruby KNOWS how far sam is willing to go for him and is already using that to manipulate sam from the moment they meet. she knows. like she knows knows. maybe just from being around him or from stalking him or from a hearing it from a little birdie whos been in sams head before. but she knows.

I dont know how long the gap between ruby being possessed by lilith and ruby coming back would be, id imagine a few days, giving sam time to grieve dean or at least to accept the fact that hes dead before ruby shows up in a brand new (or all to familiar) body.

i wont pretend to understand how possession works, especially when its happening to a dead character. i dont think the writers knew either so itd be safe to make up my own rules about it. but its deans body. polished and buffed with not a scratch on him.

sams reaction would be similar to the one we see in the show. hed think dean was undead (technically right) and try to kill ruby before she can get a word out.

and ruby would explain it to sam like hes an idiot, like the reason behind her possessing dean is a no brainer. shes keeping deans body warm for when they get him back. otherwise who knows what will get to him first? this isnt possessing someone and controlling their body against their will. this is a favor. and sam will feel stupid and concede that shes right even if hes uncomfortable with the idea.

it starts immediately. sam treating ruby like she really is dean. without even thinking about it sams already agreed to work together with ruby in bringing dean back and theyre running off together without a word into an all too familiar routine - the only difference being that sam sits in the drivers seat now, and even that is back to normal after sam gets injured on the job and ruby drives them both to safety, a hand clutching sams bleeding shoulder and telling him hes gonna be alright and theyre gonna get back and patch him up and he'll be good as new. and its all too achingly familiar that sams holding her hand on top of his wound and letting himself fall asleep, putting trust in her that he would only ever put in dean.

its the same, but its not. ruby for the most part leans into the dean-isms, but jolts sam back to reality sometimes when she lets her eyes linger while sams just out of the shower bent over looking through his duffle for clean clothes, when shes giving him a hungry look that sams only ever seen dean direct at girls in bars that makes sams stomach flutter. when ruby moves in for the kill it takes suprisingly little convincing to get sam okay with the idea. like hes been waiting to just be told that its okay to want it this entire time.

before they know it deans back (despite bringing dean back being against rubys plans) and in his own body (she has to keep her promises) and ruby has plucked the body of a legally dead jane doe to parade around in. and its. different. dean takes sams new affinity for physical contact as a reaction to finally having dean back, that he needs to feel that deans really there to believe it, but its a lot. a lot more than hes used to from sam.

he doesnt know. not for a while. he wouldnt think to suspect it. until eventually the truth comes out and deans fucking pissed that no one thought to tell him a fucking demon was piloting around his body for a few months, but he doesnt understand the level of reaction that sam gives. how guilty sam feels. until the guilt and the touching and ruby acting like sams jealous ex starts coming together in deans mind.

even if dean has feelings for sam or wouldve done the exact same if he was in sams position, i think it would still feel like a violation. sam took something that dean didnt give and for dean to realise that right after coming out of hell by the only person in the world he would trust not to violate him that way? itd be a lot to deal with. he'd push down his panic over it and laugh about it and make fun of sam for it and stop the conversation when sam sees straight through him and tries to have a genuine heart to heart about it because dean cant fucking handle the thought of having to talk about the repeated brutal rape and torture sessions he both endured and enacted in hell, or to console sam over it when he might fucking snap and beat him with a crowbar if he has to see sam acting like a kicked dog when hes the one who raped him.

it'd take a lot for them to work through. it wouldnt be sunshine and rainbows while they kiss and both declare their love for each other. dean doesnt talk about hell but they both know the memories consume him, a newfound violence in the way he kills, the effective coldness in the way he tortures and interrogates. the distance in his eyes when sam tries to talk to him when hes in that mindspace. thered be a lot of acting like they used to, then eventually dean snapping either because hes frustrated with feeling like he has to act like things are normal and that hes okay with what sam did, or frustrated that things do feel normal and that he still feels safe around sam.

they fight. its bad. not in a property damage way but in an emotions way because it all comes out. and then they slowly and gently work through it one step at a time.

[orginllazyblog]

So far the aus I create for my yuu's are:

Zoriana/Yuu:

Great grandchild of Chernabog

They/Them/She

The Morning Star princess

Had no idea they come from a royal background until their forehead grow in more pain, resulting in their horns growing back

Book 2 of Decendant of Chernabog in progress

Book 1 is already complete (on wattpad)

Their home country, Empire of Fantasia, was once part of Twisted Wonderland world continant but had to leave because of the demons were planning to overthrow the empire and other kingdoms

It was their decision to be the empire's princess, learning that their mother wanted a daughter to raise

Their older brother, Prince Azrael, takes more of Chernabog's inspiration

In the next book, Zoriana's grandfather, the current emperor, announced a grand party for their return, so they selected a few of their classmates as their country is not "normal" and consider "dangerous" as there are powerful races living there. Either for fun or their little revenge for all the mess they have to clean up for them. It's going to be a fun ride for the nrc students.

Esmeralda (Former Mc from the Obey Me fandom)

Was once known as "Mc" in the Obey Me World but got assassinated

Was one of few witches that were strong during the Dark Ages

If it weren't for her death, they would end up in a relationship with Solomon instead of any of the seven brothers

Died at the age of 455

Reborn back to a young teenager, 15

Was born with magic, resulting in having emerald eyes

Hated demons for killing their families but only got along with Diavolo and Barbatos

Diavolo took Esme in his care as he felt responsible for what happened

Over time, Esme forgives Diavolo and sees him as a father figure

To make out for an apology, Esme asked for Diavolo to teach her about ancient history and magic as she showed signs of having magic

When Diavolo heard about Esme death, he then picked up their casket to where her original home was for proper resting

The reason why Esma(female) Esmé (GN) and Isme (male) can't go back to their original world was to start a brand new life... a life where they can find true love (?)

Esmé (gender neutral yuu):

The more canon Yuu

One out of three didn't have to go too much trauma

Gets to have their old friend back and go thr the canon events together

No love interest... yet or not

Having no magic means no emerald eye color, but pure white eye color

With Mizuki by their side, the dorm got more upgrade and more lively

Rollo, Fellow, and Gidel join the dorm. Rollo because there is no way he got away with it, so his headmage send him to NRC as his punishment. Poor Rollo taught he'll be alright, and then there's Mizuki, the avatar of Envy. With Fellow & Gidel, in my headcanon, they appear again for the next NRC Halloween event bc Esmé need the wood puppets as guards. Big brain right there! They ask and ask if the two wanted to study here and finally said yes, well, Gidel nodded yes.

Esma (female Yuu):

Goes through some canon events

Their magic coming back with their white eyes slowly turning green

Closely resemble Esmeralda in the Hunchback of Notre Dame

Would also take another Disney character reference later

Also means their love interest is the twst version of Phoebus

Will meet the Great Sevens

Regains their memories from their previous life

Percival Aelius:

Twst version of Phoebus

Was once noble bell college student but transferred to rsa. Tho he wanted to transfer to nrc, but the register was full.

Meet Esma at the ceremony from the distance only to the official meeting when both of them were selected to be representatives for the Grand Event

In the end, Percival loves Esma even in her overblot form

Isme (male Yuu):

Raise and meet the Great Sevens when they were an toddler

Unlike the other G7 Yuu's, Isme lived in a decent environment, but there were harsh moments he had to face on which leave big scars

Didn't know how they came to be as they don't recall some of their childhood memories

Promise the great sevens to return their physical forms as they were educated and trained by them

Transport to Twisted Wonderland, learning that their guardians were historic figures, maybe there was a chance to find a way to bring them back

Two sides, one is their "villain" persona as they act sly, silly, and professional. Given the fact they have to play as a magicless human so it work out well with their amazing acting. The second one is their normal self but can't show his true colors in order to hide the fact they are the vessel of the great sevens

Isme can be smart, but when it comes to more romance, they are clueless

Lucian Mackinley: RSA version of Yuu

Love interest of Isme

I had a difficult idea of what Disney character. Until, I recently thought of him being a twst version of the wishing star as Lucian is born like a star, literally

Raise by the Noble Sevens (Disney heroes)

Have a direbeast cat, Felicia

Had trouble making friends as it tends to be unapproachable or ignores their voices

And my favorite and upcoming: The House of Mouse angst scenario:

Set around in the late 2020 as Twisted Wonderland came out on March 2020. A "Yuu" worker, Esma, suddenly disappeared, and no one knows what happened to her. Two years later, a different "Yuu" came to the House of Mouse to work until they found what seemed to be an old photo of the employees with the previous "Yuu". Later on, the Halloween episode came, but the villains weren't the only ones to make an entrance.

[thedoctorsaysimwrong]

jack related tags ::

( verse i. ) pre children of earth ( about. ) a man out of his time alone and scared ( musings. ) it's just bearable it has to be i don't have a choice ( headcanons. ) for a second there i felt so alive ( isms. ) then i take it back alright? i take it all back but not him!

( verse ii. ) live long enough to see yourself become the villain ( about ii. ) i listened to my wife die over and over and over again ( musings ii. ) yes i've changed... pain does that to people ( headcanons ii. ) there's always something left to lose ( isms ii. ) i have lived so many lives time to find another one

( verse iii. ) pre torchwood ( verse iv. ) post miracle day ( verse v. ) coe | house of the dead

[dracocheesecake]

Hii how are doingg

What do you think of a trope(?) like Kai and scholar travel alongside? Sure Kai is not that stupid or whatever if we try to make fun of this contrast. Nevertheless I find it hilarious if Kai would say something jokingly (or mock the scholar someone lol) but the scholar, in turn, develops a theme and goes into philosophy so Kai ends up getting an existential crisis💀💀 Since then Kai tries not to bring smthg that would bring scholar into such ramble. Buuut imagine if Kai lets it to tortue someone lskssksksklld like here’s my secret weapon, you won’t be the same person after they start their ‘thing’😈

And yeah the scholar is extremely smart but tiny bunny and weak :>

Oh oh imagine them arguing about past times where scholar tells Kai how things stood because dude u know I studied that sht. And Kai tries to prove him that things were different because btch I LIVED THERE I KNOW BETTER😂

I’m interested of your opinion of that :D

I like it! I think Kai is actually educated (it was very common for generals in ancient China, and he does speak pretty eloquently, if dramatic). Though I think he finds scholars themselves to be pretentious, so he wouldn't hesitate to try to belittle and annoy the bunny scholar as much as possible.

But oh! How the tables turn! The bunny is much more clever (and annoying) than Kai thought! It starts when the bunny brings up one of his past victories.

Kai, preparing to brag: "Oh, that battle. I remember it well. See, we were almost outnumbered-"

Scholar: "Nuh-uh."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'NUH-UH'?! HOW ARE YOU GOING TO TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED BACK THEN?! I WAS THERE I FOUGHT IN THAT BATTLE HOW DARE YOU-"

Kai would then calm himself, pick the rabbit up by their ears, and then take them to the scene of the battle. He plops them down, pointing out all of the places of the major happenings, sketching out every single detail, practically re-enacting the battle from memory; all the while the bunny follows him around, excitedly taking notes and murmuring to themselves how these details weren't in the texts they studied!-However, even after all of that:

"But you're still wrong, of course; the 34th battalion came from the east, not the north. Your side couldn't have won this battle, not with that number of soldiers flanking you."

General Kai's eyes widen. His jaw nearly drops in disbelief; how could one little rabbit be so stubborn as to argue with a literal immortal about what happened back in his own time?- No, this isn't going to slide.

They argue for ages over it, and then Kai finally snaps. He grinds his teeth. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't step on you and end this argument right now. Permanently. "

The bunny smiles up at him, unperturbed. "Because then I'd know I'm right."

The bull snorts, then shakes his head, holding up his hooves as if the little scholar convinced him.

"Alright, alright, that's it: I'll spare you for one more day- just to prove that you're wrong, so I can rub it into that smug little twitching nose of yours," he says, flicking it for emphasis.

And from there on they're pretty much stuck together.

Ok, but also imagine Kai provokes them on purpose by pretending to be dumber than he actually is or acting like something that is clearly wrong is a fact (Ex: "Taoism is the study of down. That's why it's called 'down-ism'. Of course it is! You claim to be a scholar?!") I can just see a scene- maybe laying out by a campfire, Kai laying there with his cheek propped up on his elbow, watching the bunny scholar trying to write their findings fervently by the flickering firelight- and then Kai glances over their work, smirks, and says something completely incorrect and just totally wrong. The scholar's instinct kicks in, they immediately try to correct him, but Kai's smirk only grows, and he doubles down, telling the bunny that they're just an idiot, and that actshually, Taoism is the study of down; they just clearly didn't study it.

The bunny starts raising their voice, even stepping closer just to wag a finger at Kai; but the bull snorts and nudges them over with his forehead. "No, you're wrong," Kai says, "and nothing you say will ever convince me otherwise." He's grinning, now, those green eyes glowing with satisfaction and amusement; but even then, the bunny knowing that Kai's just trying to get on their nerves doesn't stop them, and they again try to make it into a contest over who can annoy the other more.

Just saying I think this is an adorable idea hshdhdhdhsdhd

[captainsamuelmorrigan]

Stede has a fixing problem.

Izzy hates it.

"Well I could pay for it! Izzy, let me pay for it. I don't want you to worry!" Stede is leaning over Izzy's chair, trying to snatch the bill in front of him away. "I'll have my lawyer look at it, get it all squared away."

Izzy holds it out of his boyfriend's reach, his eyes burning with frustration, threatening to turn into anger. "I want to do it myself."

"Isreal, I really think it would be a simple fix! It's hardly a hassle for me at all!" Stede lunges for the paper again, this time almost landing on Izzy. The extra physical sensation of Bonnet pushing against him pushes him over the edge.

"For FUCKS SAKE BONNET, LET A FISH SWIM FOR A MOMENT!" Izzy huffs, breathing hard, trying take a deep breath so he doesn't end up grabbing his knife to use against his lover. He looks at Bonnet with eyes alight with anger. "I just need to struggle for a moment. I know how to struggle."

Stede presses his lips into a thin line for a moment. "I-... Isreal. I want to help."

Izzy relaxes back into his chair. "I know."

"Why can't I help?"

"I've struggled my entire life, Bonnet. I don't know anything else." He turns away at that, avoiding Stede's eyes.

Stede slides into the chair next to Izzy, pausing for a moment. He chooses his words carefully. "Until I met you and Edward, I didn't really know how to struggle at all. I want to give you the opportunity to not struggle anymore." He gingerly takes the older man's free hand. "I mean, really! Your worry lines have worry lines!" He quips.

"I thought you said you liked my wrinkles."

Stede leans in slowly, as if approaching a cornered animal. His eyes roam Izzy's face like he's looking at a precious piece of art. "I love them, Isreal. I just see them sometimes and think about what if I had come earlier. What if I had been able to pick you up off the streets, what if I had been able to stop Ed from getting all the hurt he has?"

Izzy turns to Stede, eyes serious, a frown breaking up his neat beard and moustache. "What if Ed and I had been there to protect you from those bullies that tied you into a boat?"

Stede thinks a moment, looking up and away in thought. "I wouldn't be as caring, I suppose."

"And I wouldn't have all my 'Izzy-isms' as you and Edward put it, if I didn't have all my bad things happen to me. I'd be some soft ponce like you." There's no real heat behind the insult. Izzy burns out rather fast now with Stede. "I need you to let me deal with this in the way I need to. Right now, I need to struggle."

Stede leans back, watching with a small frown, waiting to see if Izzy means it.

"Oh, fine, alright. You win."

"You were barely even a player."

Stede scoffs, shaking his head with a smile. "I'll have Roach make us some coffee to keep your struggle energy up. I'll have you know that I need to help somehow."

Izzy shakes his head, sighing. Why did he fall in love with his perfect opposite? "Do what you want Stede."

But for all the struggle of receiving help, Izzy does gently pull Stede in for a peck before watching his blond boyfriend bounce happily out of the room.

"I'll call you if I do need help."

Stede turns back with a little smile. "That's all I ask."

[augustinewrites]

cw: angst that’s it

suna stares down at his phone screen, where your contact's been displayed for the five minutes or so.

you haven't texted him since two weeks ago, when you told him you'd be coming by to drop off the only copy of his apartment key (the one he'd had made just for you), effectively severing the last metaphorical string tying him to you.

yet his thumb still hovers over the call button, like it has every night for the past two weeks.

"where's osamu? didn't the two of you drive up here together?" he questions, pocketing his phone instead. "i need a drink and don't wanna wait anymore."

"samu said he'll stop by tomorrow," atsumu explains, walking into the room with an expensive looking bottle of liquor. "said he's going to meet up with some business associates for dinner."

suna just shrugs, not thinking much of it as he slides his glass over to his old teammate. "that's alright i guess."

atsumu mutters something in agreement, the sound muffled as he uses his teeth to yank the cork out of the bottle, pouring them each a generous amount.

they clink their glasses together, but while atsumu takes a sip, suna downs the entire thing.

"whoa!" his friend chokes as he slams the glass down. "slow down a little, this is a sippin' whisky, not a shot of tequila."

suna just drops his head down onto the counter with a groan, tapping the rim of his glass.

“hey, couples break up and get back together all the time,” he hears atsumu sigh, the sound accompanied with the pouring of liquid. “this probably won’t be permanent.”

“it’s been almost a month,” he grumbles miserably. “i think it might be permanent.”

"you don't know that for sure. you guys should meet up, talk it out like adults or just...move on."

that would be ideal, if not for the fact that the two of you were too stubborn to do that. it's funny, how your strongest, shared trait has been so easily turned against you both. "and why should i take advice from you, huh? you don't see relationships past sunday morning."

he regrets asking the second he sees that proud smirk on atsumu's lips. "since i started datin' a doctor."

and while atsumu babbles on about his relationship, suna can't help but let his mind drift to you.

it's saturday night, and if the two of you were still together, you'd be making the most of it. maybe you'd hit the bar across the street together or go grab dinner at the new sushi place you wanted to try.

but since it's raining tonight (fitting for his downcast mood), maybe you'd both hole up here, in his apartment, putting on a movie you'd seen a thousand times and not watching it. everything fading into the background as you'd break open a bottle of wine and talk until midnight. you'd talk about the real shit, about classism and feminism and all the other ism's he could never talk about seriously with someone like atsumu.

(osamu, maybe.)

suna misses that. misses you. he misses the way you smell and the way you smile when he says something dumb. he misses the way you'd whine his name when he'd tease you, and the way you'd pout your lips until he'd kiss them in apology.

he wonders if you're at home tonight too, thumb hesitating as you stare at his contact on your phone.

he wonders if you're missing him just as much as he's missing you. and maybe it's petty or childish, but he hopes you're hurting just like he is. he hopes that he isn't the only one suffering.

but it doesn't change the fact that you're not here, and atsumu is. so he downs a few more glasses until your face is nothing but a blur in his mind.

and when atsumu passes out on his couch, he stumbles into his bedroom, flopping back onto the sheets, breathing in their scent. (he makes a note to buy another bottle of the detergent you use).

maybe it's the alcohol clouding his mind, or maybe it's the sheer fucking feeling of missing you the breaks through his initial hesitation. it's with shaky hands that suna unlocks his phone finally hits call.

-

you jump a little when your phone lights up on your nightstand, illuminating the dark of your room. you reach for it blindly, blinking away the sleep in your eyes as you peer down at the contact.

swallowing thickly, you're suddenly wide awake as you hit accept and press the phone to your ear.

"suna," you breath quietly. "it's late."

he inhales sharply on the other end, voice coming out a little slurred. "i...i know."

"are you okay?" you ask, hoping he's too drunk to hear the slight tremble in your voice. it's been...too long since you'd last talked.

"yeah," he answers. then after a moment, "just wanted to hear your voice 's all."

"rin-" you bite the inside of your cheek at the slip of his name. "we broke up."

all you hear are his slow breaths on the other end, then a rustle of bedsheets, as if he's turning onto his side (like he used to do when he thought you were sleeping, to press a kiss to your forehead). "i think about you all the time."

this is a dangerous, dangerous path. one that has you gripping your phone tighter and you heart beating faster. "let's talk tomorrow, okay? when you're sober."

"really?" the hopeful lilt of his voice causes your chest to squeeze.

"yeah," you confirm with a stiff nod. "i'll text you."

"okay," he sighs, as if he's relieved. "okay. sorry if i woke you."

"it's alright," you assure him with a small smile. "i'm hanging up now, get some rest."

"okay...i love you."

this time it's you that inhales sharply. "i love you too."

you hang up, setting your phone face-down on your nightstand and falling back against your pillow, hiding your warm face behind your hands. your head is a swirl of thoughts too complicated to comprehend at this hour. about the break up, about rin, about—

a rustle of the duvet draws you out of your thoughts, a warm hand gently gripping your shoulder.

“hey," osamu whispers next to you, "who was callin' ya at this hour?"

"no one," you lie, voice trembling as you pull the sheets up to cover your bare chest. osamu just nods, rolling back onto his back and breathing an equally shaky exhale. uncertainty hangs heavy in the air between you.

you should say something, anything. but all you can think of is late nights in a different apartment, in a different bed.

with someone else.

[reidslovely]

It’s Nice to Have a Friend: Walk Me Home (Part One)

Author’s Note: Totally unintentionally posted the unedited version with my OC’s name in this....embarrassing! Anyways, I have loved Peter 3 since his 2012 film and I’m happy he’s finally getting hype. This is my first time writing for him in forever however, and I have been dying to write something like this forever. Obviously based on Taylor Swift’s song It’s Nice to Have a Friend. Another thing to mention is Andrew has said previously his Peter is Jewish, so that’s why I wrote the line about the Hanukkah present. As always I love feedback. 

THIS IS NOT PROOF READ. WE DIE LIKE MEN

Pairings: TASM! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Content Warning: Fluffy, school mates to eventual lovers, asshole(ism) from Flash, mentions of reader’s father going to prison, awful small talk, and mention of Peter’s weight. That’s all I can think of but I could have missed anything!

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Middle School, 8th grade. December 6th

Snow covered the courtyard at Midtown Middle, her boots crunched in the snow as she made her way past the loading zones for buses. Her first day did not go as bad as she had feared, for the most part everyone was nice and welcoming…except for- 

“Hey, watch it!” (Y/N) yelled, her body moving forward nearly tumbling forward as a boy knocked into her. The boy whipped around, an antagonizing look on his face immediately she clocked him as the annoying basketball player from her second period. He opens his mouth to speak, taking in the girl before him he reaches out and snactched the gloves from her hands. 

“Thanks for these, left mine at home.”

“Flash!” Sounded a voice coming up next to her, the boy was smaller than flash but what he lacked in weight and muscle for a middle schooler he made up for in height standing just a few inches over the bully. But that didn’t seem to phase Flash, with one good shove her defender was on the ground. 

“Nice try Parker, you know losers can’t stand up for other losers!” Flash yelled with a hyena-like laugh as he dashed after his friends. 

(Y/N) turned to the boy laying in the snow, a look of embarrassment on his face. She took both his hands pulling him up helping dust him off, the snow contrasting against his dark hair. He looked vaguely familiar but she couldn’t place it. 

“It’s Peter right?” 

The boy's head shot in her direction, nodding eagerly- if she didn’t know better she’d have assumed he was shocked she remembered him.

“Y-yeah that's me..you’re (Y/N)! We have english, algebra one, and physical science together." 

She bent down with a small on her face grabbing Peter’s glasses off the ground, frowning at the damage done to them.

“Thanks for your sacrifice..” She laughs sadly showing him the glasses. “Hey it’s alright my aunt May has perfected the craft of repairing these.” He laughs, shoving them in his bag. (Y/N) smiled watching him, she looked over her shoulder at the bus having already left. 

“I can walk you home if you want!” Peter was quick to offer, scratching the back of his neck. “I..we live in the same townhouse. Well..well not the same! I meant to say you just moved into the one next door to me.” Finally the young boy worked his way out of the stuttering mess he had become, his reddening face standing out in the snow. 

So that’s why he had looked familiar when they met earlier in the day. 

“Yes..yeah I would appreciate that.” She laughs pulling her coat around her, snvilling as the cold finally got to her. Peter took off walking first, his gloved hands shoved into his pockets. (Y/N) followed behind him rushing to walk in sync with him. 

They walked in comfortable silence at the start, (Y/N) looked at the sidewalk at first. Watching  the chalk drawings done by neighborhood kids being recovered by the new snow falling to the ground. She turned her attention back to Peter thinking about what she could ask him, she had never been good at small talk, or making friends. 

“Where’d you move from?”

“Las Vegas.” (Y/N) laughs, fixing the beanie on her head to cover her ears. 

“Oh so this is like..culture shock for you.” Peter says looking at her, watching her shrug. “Not really, thanks to my dad’s job we moved all over. I’ve lived in New York before but far outside the city- I don’t remember it though, I was a baby.” (Y/N) laughs, about to tell him all the places 

“So your dad's job brought you back here?” Peter asked cutting her off unintentionally, (Y/N) shook her head, swallowing the non existent lump in her throat.

“He went to prison actually, and so my mom wanted to move as far away from Vegas as possible.”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to open any sore wounds.” Peter replied quickly, his body heating in embarrassment.

“No, no it was a very public case. It’s okay, promise.” She laughs softly, her hands rubbing together trying to warm them. Peter caught this out of the corner of his eye, pulling his hands from his pocket he slid the warm wool gloves off his hands handing them to her. 

“Oh Peter, no I can’t.” She laughs. 

“What kind of friend would I be if I let you lose a finger from frostbite the first time we hangout?” He laughs sliding his gloves onto her hands as they walk. (Y/N) bursted into a laugh, wiggling her hands into the gloves feeling gradual relief from the cold. 

“Not a very good one I guess.” 

A friend, they were friends. That was nice to hear and she didn’t even have to try and impress him.  

“Exactly.” Peter laughed, nudging her playfully with his shoulder. (Y/N) pushed back smiling. The two walked shoulder to shoulder the rest of the way home, talking about anything that came to mind. 

“You are so wrong.”

“I am not, the sequel is way better than the original! It’s like the perfect sequel.”

“Sherk will forever be the best in the series. It's the original.” Peter laughed as they neared their homes. “Besides, you're not allowed to talk about a perfect sequel because you haven’t seen a single Star Wars movie.”

“Oh that fact about me really hurt you didn’t it?” She laughs 

“It did. I’m gonna have to have you watch them all with me.” 

(Y/N) nodded, having already agreed to the several day movie marathon. The familiar voice of her mom pulling her out of her conversation with Peter. “I just really hope she had a good first day.” Her mothers worry was evident in her voice, Peter put his arm out to stop her from walking up the steps of the house. If they stood still long enough the guardians would acknowledge them on their own.

“I’m sure she did perfectly fine. The way you talk about her I’m sure she made plenty of friends.” Another woman's voice answered, the woman passed off a hot cup of something to (Y/N)’s mother. “Besides, Peter has been really excited to meet her. I’m sure they’ll be the best of friends.” So that was the ‘Aunt May’ Peter had talked so fondly of. 

“Ben Parker you be careful up there! You slip and fall and you'll ruin the whole holiday.” May fusses watching Ben as he hangs Christmas lights for the new neighbors.

“I told him I had it and he didn’t need to bother.” Bella, (Y/N)’s mother, responded as she sipped on her mug. “Oh you are fine sweetheart, he’s just stubborn. But between him and Peter I am going to have to be committed to the psych unit.” May laughs. 

“Ouch, May!” Peter laughs, breaking the pair's silence. 

“How long have you two been there? You two are gonna catch a cold.” 

Peter snickers, ushering (Y/N) up the steps first, and then following her. “Long enough.” (Y/N) laughs, bundling herself up next to her mother on the bench who takes her under her arm. Peter reaches out for May’s cup of hot chocolate to take a sip.

“Peter Benjamin Parker, where on earth are your gloves?” “Oh I misplaced mine and he was kind enough to give me his.” (Y/N) says, sliding them off her hands handing them to him. 

“Keep them, I have plenty. I got a pack of ten for the first night of Hanukkah.” He smiles. May and Bella traded a smile that held a certain knowing before looking back at their children. 

The bitter cold of New York never really seemed to leave, the holiday season came and went. Christmas break lasted longer than planned, a huge snow storm blowing in after the New Year got school called off for a week after they were set to return. Which meant longer nights for (Y/N) and Peter to hang out. 

“You’re really bad at this game.” Peter quipped as he threw the controller down with a laugh. (Y/N) looked at him faking offense, she rolled her eyes and sipped the soda that sat beside her on the floor. “I told you I can’t even skateboard in real life, let alone in a video game.”

“You can’t skateboard in real life because you do well to walk up a flight of stairs.”

“Yeah you’re one to talk! You ate shit going down the ramp yesterday.”

“I meant to do that.” He laughs getting close to her face with a laugh. 

“What bloody your nose?” 

She took the opportunity to admire his features, he had already changed so much in the month they had been hanging out. May had Peter trade his glasses for contacts being unable to fix the damage done the last time. His hair had grown a bit, and seemingly got darker and his cheek bones grew more prominent. She wondered if he had noticed the changes in her well. But one thing neither of them caught was the way they had begun to look at each other. 

As the months continued they grew more oblivious. (Y/N) never saw the way Peter’s stare lingered too long, she never caught the lingering touches when they hugged goodbye for the night. She paid no mind to the way he'd collect hair off her face while studying for Midtown High entry tests. These were what she thought were friendly gestures, because they followed her own pattern of behavior to him. Her eyes admired him in everything he did. She would always be the one cheering him on at the skatepark, rushing to his side when he’d get hurt. They were each other's person. 

It was summer now, and the heat wave was grueling. She almost missed the cold of the winter months, but during the winter she could never be doing this. Lying out in a tent with her best friend in her tiny backyard, looking up at the stars. 

“Are we always gonna be best friends?” It was an innocent question, but it held their future in it.

“What?” Peter laughs looking over at her. “Of course we are always gonna be friends.” 

“It’s just that high school is gonna be so different. We might have different class tracks, and what if we get pulled in different directions?”

“Never, and do you know how I know?” Peter asks rolling over to look at her. “Because Flash is still gonna be an asshole and he’s going to still ridicule us so much that we will be too embarrassed to find friends outside of one another.”

(Y/N) laughs, raising her eyebrows. He was right, as sad as it was, he was right. While it was true there was another truth too, deep down (Y/N) wanted to be more than his friend. Their eighth grade class already assumed they were dating for the most part. They walked everywhere together, they sat together at lunch, where partners on any project they could be. She wanted to actually be his girlfriend, but this was just a school girl crush and it would pass. 

“It’s nice to have a friend like you Parker.” She smiles, laying her head on his shoulder looking back up at the stars. Peter’s lanky arm wrapped around her holding her close as he lost himself in his head.

Both laid there, wondering what will be of them in three years time.