#(um lol pardon me)

[mrmeepsmadmind]

thunderhowl doesn't even like to lick mechs (he'll sometimes lick rocks or random objects to help decipher what it is if his smells can't help with its history) because he likes to keep up his elegant knightly air but. also. he likes seeing that seemingly impenetrable wall of soundwave's superiority complex Crack a little with the impudence of Utter Disgust

[seagullcharmer]

today my dad had the audacity to say i don't have adhd

[hipsdofangirl]

and when i’m back in chicago..

seokmin x reader

summary: what it could have been

genre: meet-cute, idol au, kind of melancholic ending

notes: reader and dk are iphone users, reader is a svt fan and has anxiety lol

a/n 1: DAWG IM BAWLING RN I WAS 30 FT AWAY FROM HIM AT THE BEAN GETTING INTO MY UBER AND I MISSED HIM GRRRRAAAHHH MY FCKING ULTIMATE BIAS so this is me coping and telling my experience with what i wish could have been 🙄

wc: 1.4K

not proofread

1:58 pm CST

“oh my god! the bean is not under any construction anymore!” you point out, able to discern the article text under the glaring sun.

your friend nods, tired from the lack of food and wandering around in clothes not accustomed for the 60 degree temperature. you still were high on energy, the city and sunny autumn weather fueling your excitement; along with the anxiety fueling your flight response.

you sling your phone in your pant pocket as your other palm sweats against your sling bag—one you’ve been gripping ever since you entered the large city in fear of being pickpocketed. you pick up your pace absentmindedly as your friend trudges behind you.

you glance back at them. “since it’s a major tourist spot, no doubt they will have food.”

you could imagine a cartoon-ish sigh of relief exude from them as their own pace slightly picks up.

the gardens slowly wade behind you as you trudge through them, searching for any sign of a enormous metal bean. sweat glues your shirt to your back as your fingers trail against the leather portion of your bag.

after walking on a curved path beside the pavilion, your eyes blank out on the promised free bean. you've seen it before—a long time ago—but your friend has never seen the iconic tourist attraction.

although some conditions weren’t in your favor, you hoped they could at least enjoy seeing some things not everyone gets to. their immediate attention goes to the overpriced food trucks right beside it; however, knowing that both of you haven’t ate in 6 hours means money didn’t mean a thing.

they pat your shoulder. “i’m going to get a hot dog and a water, you want anything?” you shake your head, too entranced with the surroundings of everyone interacting.

“i’m fine—thank you though. i’ll be on the bench over there,” you reply wistfully.

your friend pretends to understand and strolls quickly to the nearest truck. in the meantime, you stand alone on the burning concrete sidewalk, enjoying the scenery.

the air seemed fresh next to the gardens, with the trees colliding alongside the massive skyscrapers, reaching to the clouds past the sky.

“ah—pardon me?” a man under a black hoodie jump-scares you, face flinching in response; your hands absentmindedly clasps your belongings.

you take a brief look at the tall tan man as he himself jumps a bit at your own response.

you chuckle before a light laugh escapes. “sorry! you scared me—is there anything i can help you with?”

he pauses. you discern his previously concerned eyes—the only part of his face you can see—as they focus on the ground before darting back up to meet yours once again. his eyes disappear behind a crinkle, forming smiles of their own you imagine.

he waves his hands, phone in one. “no no! i am sorry,” you can hear an accent, “i took picture of you—“

your brows furrow, lips pursing; he catches on immediately.

“oh um—“ he mutters something in another language which you can recognize as korean, “you looked really pretty.” your face turns hard pink and you hope he only believes it’s from the heat. “and the sun looked pretty and i had to take a photo, but i want your…support for it?”

it was obvious he wasn’t even sure of himself; the hands flailing from you to the sun and back to you says it all. you slowly nod, trying to understand his words. you glance to his eyes, searching for any soul behind them; that soul digs into your own for something sincere that you can’t quite place yet.

the world just seems to encapsulate you two as you can hear light scratching of his fingernails against his phone case, tugging your attention away to the new source. you can feel his gaze linger on your skin before he follows your gaze.

he almost yelps, “oh! here!” he scrambles to open his phone. as easy as it was to open a previously opened app, you linger yourself on his hands, seemingly red and scratchy.

you don’t even notice people briskly walking past you, staring in your direction; you don’t even notice another man, yet older and in all black clothing, walk over to the backside of the man you are talking to.

his phone is brazenly shoved into your face, forcing you to realize how close he has gotten to your right side. you could feel his quick breathing and additional warmth radiating from him; you wonder if you seemed to be the creep between the both of you. the blush returns as you force yourself to stand still. you look down to what he is showing you.

it’s a picture of you. where you were standing. he was right. the afternoon sun glow shined beside you onto the camera perfectly. the trees colliding alongside the massive skyscrapers, reaching to the clouds past the sky.

you swallow, noting your dry mouth. “wow—that’s. that’s really good.”

“right?” he isn’t looking at the photo anymore. he is slightly bending down, so you are able to meet his eyes as equals. he suddenly cuddles into his black jacket a bit more. “you like?”

you swallow again, “mhm! it’s amazing. candids really are something.” you mentally hit yourself with the stupidest remark.

he chuckles. “give me your phone.” your eyes widen. he chuckles again a bit louder but only audible to yourselves. “so you have the photo?”

your mouth opens and his eyes close in cheer. you fiddle through your pant’s side pocket to fish out your phone. once it resides in your palm and faces him for the next set of instructions, he tugs down the top and presses on the bluetooth icon.

you glance over at him as he adjusts his settings—confirming your suspicion that he did speak korean. he then lightly tugs your wrist, facing your phone towards him. he presses the phones together and you observe as the picture airdrops to your phone.

“oh my god..” you whisper. he chuckles, breath hitting your cheeks somehow through his mask. “i didn’t know it could do that—airdrop can be tricky for me.”

he hums in response. he glances briefly at the corners of your cheeks. “only for us.”

you look back up at him with a smile. “oh for sure! thank you so much!”

he waves and nods his head. “have a good day.”

the man behind him tugs his sweatshirt and they begin to quickly stroll away. not before he glances back at you and waves shyly.

you then look around yourself, noticing some girls were angling their phones at you.

“so what was happening over here?” you friend saunters over to you, hot dog in hand and two waters tucked into her side.

you let out a breathy chuckle out of disbelief. “some dude just took a gorgeous candid of me and sent it to me.”

your friend nods and smiles. “good for you! no doubt he liked you.” she hands you the extra water bottle.

“h-huh?” you stutter, eyes widen.

your friend chuckles. “your expressions are so funny sometimes.” they pat your back as you aggressively twist off the cap. you tilt your head back and chug part of the water. they pat your back again. “slow down, you don’t want to throw that up later because i am not cleaning that up.”

you nod, this time slowly swirling the cap around the grooves of the plastic bottle.

“now let me order that uber and you show me that so-called amazing photo.”

9:59 pm CST

“—NICE!” the fifth time the song rings out never gets old. as much as your bones are exhausted, you are determined to keep up.

getting to the venue was a hectic experience, but stepping to your almost-floor seats was a whole separate experience itself. the arena was smaller than expected, but the seats were in perfect view of the extended stage, especially during the encore.

a quick snap of your phone catches the image of that same man you met the previous day.

you didn’t register what completely happened till you arrived at your hotel room, until your friend showed you a specific member’s instagram story. the road signs may have looked familiar in the background, but you hit yourself mentally for recognizing the tan man.

now, in the concert hall, he never looked over in your direction; instead, he waved to the 200s and to the people on the floor, yet you still took his photo.

even if he never notices you or remembers you, you’re content with the thought of him doing something he loves and you being part of a fleeting moment only through his eyes.

.

.

“candids really are something.”

tags: @jcxbliss

a/n 2: did i almost cry writing this ending? yes. did i cry when i barely missed him irl? yes. did i sit down just now and write everything in one sitting? yes. did i cry happy tears at the revelation that i briefly passed him? yes. god i love him so much—

thank you for making it here! have a good day and night 🫶

[squishvicx]

How I think the THH cast would respond to something outta pocket over text 💀

Sayaka: ‘Excuse me??’

Mukuro: ‘?’

Leon: ‘NAHH THATS CRAZYYYY FR 😭🙏‼️’

Chihiro: ‘Huh??’

Mondo: ‘I beg ur fuckin pardon??? 💀’

Kiyotaka: ‘Please explain to me what you meant by this??’

Hifumi: ‘..’

Celeste: ‘lol’

Sakura: ‘Please refrain from saying this. Ever again.’

Hiro: ‘AYO WHAT LMFAO’

Aoi: ‘um what 😭😭’

Toko: ‘delete my number.’

Byakuya: leaves you on read

Kyoko: ‘I’m going to ignore that for now.’

Makoto: ‘what? explain? pls????’

Junko: ‘boiling hot take, but ok 💀💀’

Also take this bc I’m so normal about them 🎀

[dreamwritesimagines]

I wanna say, if in dofp Logan goes back in time to meet 21 yr old sunshine and toddler Theo he totally flirting with her infront of her shit boyfriend, will even buy Theo some icecream to get brownie points, basically showing her he’s the better father and future husband lol. (Probably even confess even sooner since he lost her in the other timeline)

ASDFGHJKL WAIT THIS IS SO GOOD-

That would be hilarious! 😂 Because like, Sunshine would totally assume he's just doing it because he's like Jamie's friend and he's very nice -even if the shitty boyfriend disagrees- and considering her bf treats her badly, she totally would have a crush on Logan but wouldn't even admit it to herself 😂 So the next time they met, she'd be like,

"Logan! Hi!"

"Hi princess. Your boyfriend isn't around this time?"

"Um, not really. We kind of had a disagreement and he-long story. But I want to apologize to you on his behalf-"

"You're not doing that."

"No but I should because the other night at Jamie's, he was very rude and he's convinced that you're flirting with me for some reason and-"

"I am."

"He's being very-I beg your pardon?"

"I am flirting with you."

"...No you're not."

"Yes I am."

"I-you-what? You're flirting with me?"

"Yeah."

"Why? Oh is it because you want me to introduce you to Julie? I totally can, she's really nice and-"

"You seriously think I'm flirting with you to get to your best friend?"

"Yeah."

"Not because I like you?"

"You wouldn't...like me. I don't think- I'm not your type I think."

[star-dust-shark]

I said it as a joke to support any bottoms that may be seeing this unlike I

WHO

what if I am a bottom? what if I want to be railed??? what's the problem???

[rainycloud444]

HEAR ME OUT. SPICYNOODLES STORY IDEA.

‼️Season 5 spoilers btw‼️

For this idea, the two had only established feelings for one another recently and haven’t discussed a relationship (considering they are in the middle of a world ending mission so they decided to have smth to look forward to after all of this mess and wait)

Also Mk was forced to stay with Nüwa for the sake of the plot. OR chose to stay idk you can decide. 🫶🏻

Red is there when Mk has to jump through the portal and stuff to save the world, he is completely heart broken. He isn’t able to reach out to Mk in time to stop him. He is on the ground screaming sobbing Mk’s name, fire is just fuming all around him (I like to personally head cannon that if he is upset enough/in major distress his fire color varies from blue to white as it gets very hot.) out of impulse he decides to open a portal to the celestial realm and leave with no explanation. Just gone.

Red actually GOES TO THE CELESTIAL REALM. AND DRAGS MK BACK TO THE MORTAL REALM. (How boss would that be??)

And I was thinking at the end he just arrives back to Flower Fruit Mountain where everyone met up in ‘memorial’ for Mk and Red just tiredly (incredibly beat up) walks up the mountain with a sleeping Mk in his arms. Everyone is just gobsmacked by this, and of course are in tears and stuff. Red collapses from exhaustion FINALLY (cause he knows Mk will be safe and he can rest *cries profusely*)

Later on Mk wakes up and all of that fun stuff. His friends all greet him and blah blah blah and he is all like “You guys are so amazing for doing this” and they are all like “Um- we did NOT do that, Red did” and he is all like “Pardon 🤠” utterly flabbergasted LMAO. (I was thinking the reason they didn’t try to do the same was because they thought yk, Mk was dead dead as in fully gone disappeared into the earth gone, and Red was just in utter denial and knew it was some sneaky ass celestial realm shit. Sooo that was his motive!) Obviously not because he doesn’t think Redson couldn’t do it but because Red loved Mk so much he ripped through the celestial realm, almost fucking died MULTIPLE times, AND LITERALLY HAD TO GO AGAINST THE CREATOR OF LIFE HERSELF (You can decide on how that would happen. I personally imagine it as a bargain of some sort) just to save him. And bring him back home with no scratches (on Mk)

Of course they see each other Red all bandaged up and Mk is sobbing like “Omg you dumbass why did you do that for me” and Red is all like “Your the dumbass who jumped into the portal to sacrifice yourself. And you are plenty of worth destroying the world and celestial realm for, I wouldn’t want them anyways if you weren’t there.” And Mk is just internally melting and sobbing. And and then Red son makes a stupid joke about not getting a goodbye kiss which makes Mk laugh and then they kiss.

A little bonus: Redson goes down in history for being a force to reckon with when it came to his lover (insert cool historic sounding love story title) and his parents are super proud of him all that fun stuff 💪💪

I MIGHT TRY TO WRITE A STORY BASED ON IT BUT I FEEL LIKE I WOULD OVERWHELM MYSELF WITH IDEAS AND THEN JUST COMPLETELY LOSE MOTIVATIONAL LOL so I am hoping this falls into the hands of some great people!! 🫶🏻

(This song gives me this story energy 😫)

[jesncin]

i got...quite the reaction to the vampire king post in the ask box so um. pardon me as I get to a couple of asks regarding the matter lol

[ahiddenpath]

Hidden's Life

Hi guys, I started writing a journal on my computer, as typing is a lot faster than pen and paper. I am sharing my first entry.

Content warning: It's about the "should I have a kid" debate, and it's way more political than what I usually post on my digimon blog. It gets into climate change, the financial and emotional cost of child rearing, and is leftist in tone. I am really struggling with this topic, and I welcome input and conversations. If you want to talk about it and we're pals on Discord, please do! I want to hear from as many people as possible.

The tone is bleak, but in a matter-of-fact way, if that makes sense?

So, I took a two week vacation. I was in Vegas for a few days for the first time, then in a cabin on a river. I’m not going to talk about that much here. Instead, I’m going to focus on life.

Whenever I have a few days off in a row with no plans (which is rare), I like to touch base with myself on where I am in life. I guess that’s what I’m doing here.

I will say that I’m feeling a lot more rested/restored by this vacation than I have been from my vacations over the last few years. Travel takes a ton out of me, and I’m sensitive to time zone changes and general shifts in routine. I’m surrounded by career scientists, many without children (aka people with money to travel), so it’s common to feel like I’m “missing out” or “doing it wrong” if I’m not visiting 1-3 international spots per year. It turns out that. Um. I actually really like the river cabin. Japan last year was amazing, but I came back jet lagged, exhausted, sick, and with a foot injury from power walking for 10-14 hours per day for 2 weeks. More chill domestic vacations may be the way.

But anyway, I wanted to write down my thoughts on the future.

I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it here, so pardon me if I have, but… I’ve been dating my husband since we were 14, and we’ve been married for 11 years, together for 21. For nearly two decades, whenever I asked about children, my husband would shrug and say, “Maybe someday.” This year, for the first time, his answer changed to, “I’d like one child, but I’m not sure if it’s ethical.”

As for me, I’ve never been hit with maternal desire. In my early twenties, I assumed I’d marry my now husband, have kids, and be a stay at home parent. I’m not sure… Why I thought that? Other than that I have no career ambition, and my husband was raised by a stay at home parent. It feels a bit weird to say I lack ambition when I’m a career scientist, but it’s true. I just want to get the most money with the least effort and damage to my physical and mental health. I feel, on some level, I’ve been waiting my whole life for some kind of purpose or desire, but these days… I’m beginning to understand that wanting health and happiness is an amazing goal, and that humans aren’t necessarily meant to find fulfillment from our work. It’s okay if family is your goal! It’s okay if being a hobbit is your goal (being comfy, reading books, taking walks, etc)!

I got my first job when I was 15, I had to get my mom to sign a permission form, lol. I saved all my money and invested it as best I could, which was CDs (at the time they had like a 5% return, and as a teenager I did not really understand investing- that kinda remains true). My mom warned me from early on that she had no money to help me, and my father openly gloated about not being financially responsible for me soon. Like, he’d count down and update me every now and then- only five years until you aren’t my problem anymore, girl! Four years, three, two, one. He apparently still doesn’t understand why I went no contact with him.

I’ve never been laid off or between jobs, just. Working and preparing for a future where I was financially independent since I was 15. So again I wonder. Why??? I thought I would be a stay at home parent, lol! My husband is extremely intelligent, and he graduated straight into a programming job that pays more than I will ever make, so that might have been part of it. But when I got my new job 2 years ago, my package became competitive enough that I now actually… Have a career to lose.

What I’m trying to say here is that I feel conflicted about… everything. Why am I in this job that I don’t like, but I excel at and it pays fairly (or at least, it does since the new job two years ago)? Am I going to do this until I’m in my 60s because capitalism? Do I want a kid? Shouldn’t I know if I want a kid? But then, I can barely scrape together the brain juice to decide what I want for dinner most nights, after spending 8 hrs working and 90 min commuting. Is it any wonder I can’t bring myself to figure out if I want huge life changes or not?

Financially, my husband and I are doing well. We have a house, retirement savings, and we can afford our expenses on my husband’s salary alone. Mine is called upon for things we want, like getting a working shower in the master bathroom this year and the laundry list of smaller home improvements we paid for last year. But when you have a house, there is always more to do. Our roof is probably original to the house, which is 36. If I want our fireplace to work, that will cost at least a few grand. Our heater is too small for the house; if we want to use our finished basement more, we need to replace it with an appropriately sized one.

If I quit now, it will be difficult or impossible to do those things (and by the way, I feel like wanting a correct sized heater, a working master shower, a working fireplace, and a safe roof are not, like, super bougie??? God damn shit’s expensive). (And by the way, I'm aware that HAVING these problems is a privilege, and that is INSANE to me). If I wait too much longer, I’ll be unable to deliver a healthy baby (I’m 35). But if I’m going to have a baby, just one baby, then I want to spend time with them.

Meanwhile, there’s the ethical questions. I’ve searched online for: Is it ethical to have a child during the climate crisis? Interestingly, the hits were mostly about the impact each individual human has on emissions and climate change. Listen, sure, if you really want to be conscientious about it, don’t have more than 2 kids, which keeps your family’s population steady at the micro level. But damn, don’t be guilted out of a family, a totally normal thing, while a few corporations destroy the world for profit and tell you to have fewer babies. God damn! The mythos of the individual’s impact on climate change while companies burn fossil fuels for funsies is some high level con work, holy shit.

I’m not worried about my theoretical kid’s carbon footprint. No man, I’m worried about them having access to clean water, reliable power, food, medicine, and places to live that aren’t storm riddled, underwater, on fire, etc. Oh, and clean air. People who are sensitive to air born pollutants are already dying prematurely, and have been for years. The idea that people think climate change is something you “believe in” like fucking Santa Claus is absolute insanity to me. People are already dying, my brother in Christ.

So like, do I raise and rear this child to die early or have poor quality of life starting now, and rapidly declining? True, humans have literally always faced pressures: plague, economic strife, war, the threat of nuclear fallout, etc. We have babies anyway, partially because we don’t all have education and access to reproductive care, but also because having families is just. A totally normal desire, as is not having them! Having them does have an additional biological push behind it; organisms tend to feel reproductive pressure. It’s evolution’s super fun gift (/sarcasm)! In some ways, having kids feels almost necessary, as it makes people feel hope and desire for a better future. But there must be millions of kiddos existing now, and we’re not doing much to make the world more habitable for them on a global scale.

I want to take a moment to clarify that I am not judging anyone for having children. We should be able to have families. It’s insane that we’re facing these pressures, that so little is being done about it. But as someone who does not have any yet, I find myself grappling with these questions.

So yeah. A.) I’m not sure if I want kids, and my lifestyle does not allow much time or space for reflection. B.) I’m not sure if having children is ethical in the year of our lord 2024. C.) As much as I dislike work, I’m not sure if not working is right for me, either. It’s easy to fall into mental health issues without a structured routine. D.) I have a strong desire for financial security, and it was beaten into me from as far back as I can remember. What will the loss of my income do to my mental health? E.) While we can afford our needs on my husband’s salary, relying on one income is always precarious. Layoffs are a constant threat in tech, and injury, mental health crises, and death can come for anyone. F.) When I was in therapy, my therapist specifically advised me not to stop working and rely on my spouse’s income. I know this is good advice for women, lol! Like, truly, I do get it. My therapist knows about my drive for financial security and my strong support for women. I can say, though, that in 21 years with my husband, he’s never given me reason to doubt him. Not once.

I guess that brings me to another fear of having a kid. Obviously I’m terrified of pregnancy and childbirth, and my country has the worst maternal death rate of the developed world (like… by a long shot). I’m already unhappy with my body and my energy levels; bearing and raising a baby is not. Going. To help. But I’m also worried about the division of labor that goes into childrearing. I’m told Millenial men have made huge strides in combating the deadbeat dad. But when I grew up, every family I knew was held together by the mother. My father worked. He did not do anything else. He didn’t cook, clean, play with or watch the kids, do yard work, make doctor appointments, meet with teachers, shop for the family, chauffeur the kids around, any of it. He didn’t even buy Christmas presents for his own parents, my mom had to do that for him. Most of the households I visited seemed to function the same way. I know my husband wouldn’t do that; hell, as it is, he does more than I do, often in the 90 min per day that I spend commuting. But my understanding is that, when it comes to raising kids, women still take on more of the work on average. And I’m not even sure if I want one, lol!

And the other huge concern is the political scene. If Trump wins in November, or just… Idk, stages a coup or whatever, I… Probably won’t reproduce. As I understand, his proposed administration/Project 2025 is looking to defund public education, continue destroying the planet for the profit of a few people, and generally dismantle everything. I don’t think the country would recover within my childbearing years.

Basically, I don’t know what the hell I want. I suppose I can get another job if I lost the one I have, although I’m told competition is stiff. Once you have a baby, though, you uh… You have a kid, lmao! I admit that I’ve spent a lot of time trying to figure out why one would want a baby. The ‘ol pro/con list isn’t looking too great! Like, babies, okay? The good things (in my mind): as we age, we lose more people. It’s common and understandable to want more people to call your own, especially as we age and as life pulls us further apart from people we knew when we were younger. Some people experience reproductive drives, so there is a driving force. Cons: Pregnancy is body altering and life endangering, children produce a horrific and varied array of fluids, they’re sick all the time and make their parents sick too, daycare costs are a second mortgage for five years in my area, taking them to and from daycare and school around work is next to impossible, they make noises and run around (aka, incompatible with my stimulus issues), and I personally don’t have fond childhood memories or warm feelings about family, thanks to my own difficult upbringing.

This is one of those decisions that doesn’t logic on paper. I’m sure most people would say, “Oh, you don’t use logic for this sort of thing!” But then, like. Uh. What are you doing? I have a coworker who is maybe 15 years older than me who talked to me about people my age not having kids (uninvited, I might add, lmao). She was like, whenever I ask someone your age, they give me all these reasons about money and daycare and the difficulties of navigating work around a family where both parents have full time jobs. You just make it work! You’ll figure it out!

And I remember thinking, Ma’am, your youngest is 12. Daycare didn’t cost $2,000-2,400 per month per kid back then, and mortgages and rent were less. Like, sure, yeah, I’ll just have a kid and feed them hopes and dreams, no problem! Mm, delicious.

I don’t know, man. Sometimes I think about all the folks who will never have kids because they can’t afford them, and I feel so enraged. Or the rising infertility rates as our environment and foods become less healthy and our stress increases. Or I think about the people who have kids but can rarely spend time with them (and desperately want to) because they are trying to get the money they need to take care of them. And then there’s people like me, who are so goddamned tired and overwhelmed by their job that they have no brain space to even… Like… Figure out if they want a kid!

Well, there will be no changes until I see how the election and the possible coup go, so I need to put this down for now.

What a fun sentence.

[toomuchracket]

oh you don’t have to ask me twice about sharing thoughts about flatmate matty (even if i’ve been asking for birthday party matty the last couple of days…)

has either flatmate girlie or matty ever heard each other, um, getting themselves off? maybe one of them is alone at the flat thinking “oh, they won’t be back for a while so i’m gonna have some solo fun 😏” could be that girlie just had a stressful day and just really needs some relief because work has been horrible. as far as she knows matty is getting pissed with his mates at a pub so she enjoys some time with her vibrator. but turns out all the boys (but matty) got drunk way too quickly and he was like “wondering if girlie wants to cuddle and watch a movie instead of dealing with george rambling on about nonsense?” anyway, he comes back and doesn’t hear much at the beginning but then some muffled noises come from your room. he freezes on the spot all like “no no no no. it can’t be. fuck me. no.” he cannot help but get a bit closer to confirm that you seem to be having a good time and that’s almost too much for his brain and heart to handle. he just leans against the wall and slides down to sit on the floor with his hands covering his face in shame for not being able to move away.

anyway, that’s what came to mind. this is what happens when i have nothing to do on a saturday lol 🫠🤍

there are a couple of blurbs on this vibe (pardon the pun) already! but yes, he's sick at himself for sitting and listening to you, but he's just totally unable to leave - the way you sound is just... better than he ever could've dreamed (and trust, he's done a lot of that). he's CONVINCED he heard you whimper out his name, but surely he's just drunkenly imagining things, right? right? (wrong) anyway, he manages to slip back outside in the time after you cum (which he'll be mentally replaying every time he gets off, alone or not, for the rest of time) and before you leave your bedroom, having a quick smoke to calm down before making a big performance of coming back in just so you aren't caught off guard. as it turns out, you DO want to watch a movie with him, so he's fighting for his life snuggled up with you in your bed trying not to think about what you got up to in it a minute ago for the rest of the night lol. but then you fall asleep cuddled into him, and the horny thoughts leave his head in lieu of the usual ones about how in love with you he is. lovesick! <3

[pyropsychiccollector]

AssClass ask

ok so about my last ask, i realized you did smth similar already lol. with the school play where nagisa had to kiss somone else, around mid last year. I think that one only had kayano, nakamura and kanzaki so im wondering what the others reaction would be or if they got jealous over it.

I couldn't seem to find the one that included Rio and Yukiko… XD I have a vague recollection of possibly doing another school play with them involved with reacting alongside Kaede… But I think Kaede was the main reaction I did. Then again, knowing me I just didn't tag the post… Very possible. XD Regardless, I did Yukiko and Rio again anyway~ And some others. Including a bonus girl~ (✿◠‿◠)

~*~

OC: ಠಿ_ಠ

Nagisa: What's up, OC? You look spooked.

OC: jolts a little U-Um! Y-You don't have to worry about the play anymore. You can go home. ಠಿ_ಠ;;;;;;;;;

Nagisa: But didn't you need a last minute sub…? I can't just abandon you guys! >_<

OC: Yes… Well… (✿◠‿◠)* You didn't tell me your girlfriend was terminally ill…

Nagisa: T-Terminally…? Huh??? She's not… ಠಿ_ಠ

Yukiko: (✿◠‿◠)* seems to appear out of thin air Let's go, Nagisa-kun.

Nagisa: B-But why? OC needs help on this play? I promised…? ಠಿ_ಠ

Yukiko: I need you help more. coughs weakly (✿◠‿◠)**

OC: P-Poor thing. You're so young. Σ('◉⌓◉’)

Nagisa: I don't understand what's going on…?! gets dragged off by Yukiko

Yukiko: when they're far enough away Now, when were you going to tell me about this play? Dear? (✿◠‿◠)***

Nagisa: I'm just trying to help out a classmate. >_< They had no one else able to take up this role, so…

Yukiko: Did you know about the kiss scene? (✿◠‿◠)****

Nagisa: No?? But I figured you wouldn't mind since it's not real. ಠಿ_ಠ

Yukiko: And when were you going to tell me, dear? (✿◠‿◠)*

Nagisa: … To be honest, I kinda forgot with all the practicing and line memorizing. >_<

Yukiko: voice reaches subzero temperatures You… already practiced…? (╬≖‿≖)

Nagisa: The lines? Yeah. :O

Yukiko: The KISS, Nagisa. (╬≖‿≖)

Nagisa: Oh, that was only gonna be during the performances. I think counting dress rehearsal there was gonna be three shows.

Yukiko: ………

Nagisa: B-But. Um. I did feel bad after hearing about the kiss part, so I was gonna take you out to a nice dinner after it was all over.

Yukiko: ………

Nagisa: … A-And shower you with as many kisses as you wanted? ^^;;;

Yukiko: (╬≖‿≖) You're lucky you're cute.

Nagisa: What was that lie about being terminally ill??? It's not good to lie about that stuff, Yukiko-chan. >_<

Yukiko: (✿◠‿◠) It wasn't a lie. I've got a fever, and the only cure is…

Nagisa: … More cowbell? ಠಿ_ಠ

Yukiko: … A boy just as dense as Mister Karasuma. (✿◠‿◠)

Nagisa: … I don't get it. ಠಿ_ಠ

Yukiko: We'll work on that. (✿◠‿◠) … And new rule: No kissing other girls. That's just rude.

Nagisa: A-Alright… ಠಿ_ಠ

~*~

Nagisa: I'm sorry, I beg your pardon? (⊙▂⊙✖ )

OC: holds out the dress exasperatedly You heard me the first time. The new director says the main characters swap bodies. (╬≖_≖)

Nagisa: But I didn't sign up for crossdressing?! (⊙▂⊙✖ )

OC: Yeah, well, I didn't either. Other girls might like being tomboys, but I LIKE the frills. (╬≖_≖) But the director says jump, we're only supposed to say, "how high?"

Nagisa: @~~~@* The director was not this unreasonable when I first started practicing with you guys.

OC: I said we got a new one, didn't I? Our first one must've ate something bad the other night, and this new chick came in with his blessing. Supposedly. (╬≖_≖) I hear the bitch is thinking about the whole cast swapping bodies. Apparently she wants pictures before, during, and after the show.

Nagisa: ……… Is this new director blonde by any chance? Blue eyes?

OC: Yeah? How'd you know?

Nagisa: I quit. Σ('◉⌓◉’)

OC:You can't quit when we're a week away!!!

Nagisa: I can so. (⊙▂⊙✖ ) Whoever's bright idea it was to let Rio Nakamura take over, they can suffer the fallout. I am NOT letting her use me as a Barbie doll. AGAIN.

OC: It's just one "body swap", how bad can it be? :P

Nagisa: (╬≖_≖) You go on believing that. She won't ever be "content", not when she has all the power in the world as "director". She won't be satisfied until everyone wears all the costumes. You absolute F O O L S…

OC: Yeah, yeah, whatever drama queen. :P

Nagisa: (✿◠‿◠) rips up his script Clearly I have sinned and should have been faithful. I can't save your poor souls, but I'm gonna make it up to Rio. That should at least save me. prances off

OC: TRAITOR!!!!!

~*~

Yuzuki: You disgust me… (๑ `н´๑)

OC: … I'm sorry? ಠಿ_ಠ

Yuzuki: A vanilla Shakespeare play?! In this day and age?! (๑ `н´๑) Did you even TRY to look up adaptations, you swine?

OC: Adapt…huh? ಠಿ_ಠ The student council approves the scripts, and they hafta get approval from the principal!

Yuzuki: I bet you didn't even TRY searching on rattles off random script website! (๑ н´๑) Audiences are gonna be bored to TEARS with your outdated English and crusty Shakespearean humor! (๑н´๑) Nope. Your play receives a 0/5 stars from me. No witty, clever anime references. Vanilla Romeo and Juliet plot. You're just the worst, and we will be boycotting your "play", madam. (๑ н´๑)(๑н´๑)(๑ `н´๑)

OC: Okayyy, bye, Queen Otaku…? C'mon, Nagisa. stares ಠಿ_ಠ

Nagisa: getting dragged away by Yuzuki ^^;;;;;;;; S-Sorry, OC-chan… Yuzuki says no, so I can't…

OC: huffs Freaking doormat. (╬≖_≖)

Yuzuki: (๑ н´๑) Not a single artistic bone in their bodies, not one!!! (๑н´๑)

Nagisa: It's just a school play, Yuzuki-chan… ^^;;;

Yuzuki: We have STANDARDS, Nagisa-kun! (๑ `н´๑)

Rio: … Does she even care about the "kiss" scene? ಠಿ_ಠ

Kaede: Well, you didn't, Miss "unlimited power". ಠಿ_ಠ

Rio: True~ Art is so subjective~ (✿◠‿◠)

Kaede: (╬≖_≖) Crossdressing isn't art, it's a sin.

Rio: So old-fashioned~ Even when ya get to see Nagisa's L E G S~? (✿◠‿◠)

Kaede: If Nagisa doesn't wanna do it, he's not gonna do it, you swine. (╯°□°）╯

~*~

OC: (✿◠‿◠);;; Nagisa-kun, you're relieved.

Nagisa: ಠಿ_ಠ I am?

OC: Yes, effective immediately. (✿◠‿◠);;; I should be able to find someone else to handle your role.

Nagisa: Even when we're a week away…? ಠಿ_ಠ

OC: ……… Yes. (✿◠‿◠);;;;;;;;;

Nagisa: You look nervous… Are you sure???

OC: YES, Nagisa, I am ABSOLUTELY FREAKING SURE!!!!!! (╯°□°）╯

Nagisa: But…why? ಠಿ_ಠ

OC: Oh, I don't know. Had an omen the past few nights. (╬≖_≖)

Nagisa: … An omen. ಠಿ_ಠ

OC: Someone threw a rock in my window with a message - "find some other chump." And when I didn't do anything but board up my window… The next night I had a "friendly" red dot on my pillow and I swear I heard a barrage of paintballs decorate the side of my house. The next morning my dad had to call some people to repaint the side of our house, and I found a message in my mailbox that said, "I mean it." And I've had the dot of deadly doom following me since yesterday!!! (╯°□°）╯

Nagisa: . . . ಠಿ_ಠ Rinka isn't one for subtlety…

OC: Oh, you KNOW that psycho?! Why am I not surprised?! (╯°□°）╯

Nagisa: Well, she IS my girlfriend. ^^;;;

OC: (✿◠‿◠)*** Kindly bugger off, Nagisa. My life is in shambles. From just a few days.

Nagisa: … I'll send you an apology gift. ^^;;;

OC: Nooo, no, no, no. No gifts.

Nagisa: A card, then-

OC: NO CARDS!!! Just polite acquaintanceship. (✿◠‿◠)***

Nagisa: … I have to do something for you…

OC: The best gift money can by is a red dot free life, Nagisa. (✿◠‿◠)*** That psycho's all yours.

Nagisa: …………

~*~

OC: Watch your hands, you perv?!

Nagisa: I-I'm so sorry…! (⊙▂⊙✖ ) backs away

OC: I thought you were a kind, unassuming boy, Nagisa-kun. (╬ಠ益ಠ) What was with that groping, you pig?!

Nagisa: I-It's just how my girlfriend's been training me…! Σ('◉⌓◉’) Sh-She said to do everything like the simulation…

OC: I don't CARE what horny bs you and your… huffs bitterly GIRLFRIEND get up to… Just leave me out of it!!!!! (╬ಠ益ಠ) We are NOT doing that in private. And we are most certainly NOT doing THAT in public. You disgusting pig. (╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)

Nagisa: Why do I feel like Touka-chan set me up…? (人◕_◕)

OC: Oh, you think your perverted soulmate tricked you?! At least try to take responsibility for your own unsightly beastiality!!! (╬ಠ益ಠ)

Nagisa: No, no, I think she wanted me booted out of the play. >w< I thought it was a bit extreme we took all our clothes off last night…

OC: … Yeah, you can get out of here. Great idea. (✿◠‿◠) Go back to mating like rabbits. Dirty, disgusting perverts. (✿◠‿◠)***

Nagisa: ……… (人◕_◕) I can't even dispute that with what she made me do…

OC: OUT!!!!!

~*~

OC: What the?!

Ritsu: Hi, OC-chan. (✿◠‿◠) I heard Nagisa was going to be in your little play.

OC: How'd you get my number?! And who the heck ARE you?!

Ritsu: Let's dispense with the small talk and get to the heart of the matter. (❋•‿•❋) Like how you're going to beg me for your life.

OC: Excuse me?!

Ritsu: I have suitable blackmail on you ready to be posted on all social media platforms. (❋•‿•❋) What are you going to do for me? (❋•‿•❋)

OC: … What do you want? ;;;>_>

Ritsu: Find someone else to play opposite you in the main role. Nagisa-kun is mine. (❋•‿•❋)

OC: … And if I let him go, you'll delete all that blackmail?

Ritsu: Never go near Nagisa again, and I'll think about deleting some of the backups. (❋•‿•❋)

OC: BACKUPS?! SOME?!

Ritsu: (❋•‿•❋) Do we have an accord?

[8-rae-rae-8]

Pardon me void creature but um...how has your day been?

It's been alright!!

Been working mostly on Graves Agere, and some side projects. I will get back to the main GravesRoach story soon, I'm just bonkers for the angsty fluff that is my Agere content

Muscle pain attacked me but that's an oh well kinda thing lol

How are you?

[marvel-y-obsessed]

Teasing Eventually Pays Off

Request?: YES

Request: Hi! Do you do smut with a sub reader? Because if so I’d like to request a Josh Hutcherson x reader smut where Josh and reader are at a movie premiere and every little thing the reader does and the way he looks in his suit turns Josh on so the second they get home Josh goes crazy.

Genre: fluff(kinda) to smut

A/N: basically my first time writing a sub reader. If it's not more in the sub side please let me know what I can do to make it seem more “subby”? LOL. And i’ve only read smut and haven’t really written it so pardon me if its not good pr to your liking in slowly trying to improve!

Smaller details!: s/c (suit color) h/c (hair color) e/c (eye color)

3rd Person

You and Josh were going to one of his movie premieres! You obviously knew you needed to show up and show out. So you got dressed in a s/c suit that fit your body perfectly (especially your ass which made you even happier). When Josh finally saw you come out of the changing room he was beyond stunned, somehow even more stunned when he saw your perfectly fit ass.

-time skip to on the way to the premiere-

You and Josh were in the limousine on the way to the venue. During this time you were plotting on how you could tease the ever living shit out of Josh during the entire movie, giving him no mercy (until you were asking for his~).

-time skip to the movie-

“Josh~ baby~.” You flutter your eyes toward him. “What is-…oh no…”. He exhales already knowing what is going to go down the entire movie. “Oh! I think I forgot to buy popcorn~. Let me grab my wallet~.” You get up and bend over, making sure to really extenuate your rounded ass and point it towards him. “Oh sorry babe do you not like my ass in the suit…? I wore it just for you~.” You pout. “I- no- I- i love your ass it's just-.” He stops realizing that he somewhat quietly shouted. “Look what you made me do!” He angrily whispered. “Sorry baby I just wanted to look the best for you and I know you love my ass so I just wanted to combine the best of both worlds~”. you express. “I’ll go get that popcorn now…”. You sadly walk away.

-time skip to when you got the popcorn-

“Here you go daddy~”. You whisper in his ear. “J-…just you wait until we get home because you're going to regret doing this you slut.” He whispers back into your ear, knowing that you are getting what you wanted all along.

-time skip to getting home-

As you get through the door of your house, Josh immediately starts aggressively but passionately kissing you and basically rips off your suit. “Mhpf- fuck~ th-the taste of your lips are so good~”. You moan into his mouth. “F-fuck i just wanna destroy you until the only thing you can think of is me and my cock~” He whispers into your ear. His words and deep voice make your knees and everything else jelly. “P-please daddy f-fuck me…” you whisper but not loud enough for him to hear what you said. “Hm? What was that slut? Did you say something? I can't hear you.” He degrades, “PLEASE FUCK ME.”

You shout at him desperately. “Ok then.” He throws you onto the large bed you two share. “Safe word?”. He asks. “Um…hutch.”. You respond. “Ok now condom or no condom?” He asks another question. “No condom~ I want your seed in me so badly~.” You moan out. “Oh yeah you want me that badly? You want to feel my cock deep in your slutty hole? The slutty hole that's just for me? Right? You're my cockwarming whore right?” He degrades you, grabbing your chin to make you look in his eyes. “Y-YES~. I WANT TO FEEL ALL OF YOU SO DEEP IN ME~. PLEASE REARRANGE MY ORGANS~. PLEASE DADDY MAKE ME YOURS~.” You beg and shout. “Anything for you my pretty cock slut~”. And you two fuck all night long~.

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

New

Lord and Cook AU. In a timeline where Agnes Currai is not the Warrior of Light (but she does know him!) and Estinien Varlineau is a viscount. After Ishgard opens to the rest of Eorzea following the end of the Dragonsong War, Agi gets a job as a cook in a nobleman's household. SFW.

Author's Note: I've been sitting on this for a while. Oops. LOL.

Agnes Currai trudged through the Gates of Judgement, her boots crunching the freshly fallen snow. Ishgard had recently opened its borders at the end of the Dragonsong War, which for Agnes in particular, meant better employment. While her time as an adventurer had been pleasant, after the Calamity and the death of her father, mentors, and many friends, she decided to leave that life behind to stay with her mother in Costa del Sol.

And now here I am accepting a position in Ishgard for nearly triple the pay of what I was making in Limsa as a cook. Too bad it’s cold as fuck. Definitely need to have Mum send me more sweaters.

She glanced at the address on her acceptance letter and noted the home of the lord she would be cooking for was in the Pillars. Where the fuck is that?! Are there tons of pillars? “Um, excuse me?” She asked a soldier nearby.

All she heard in reply was a grunt.

Ooooooooookay. “Begging your pardon, but I’m supposed to be going to this address to begin my employment. Do you know how to get there?” Agnes held out the letter, which the soldier reluctantly took.

“Hmph. First, attune to the aetheryte. Once there, you’ll be going straight and then to the left by the Skysteel Manufactory. Continue up the stairs to the Pillars. The address is close by the aetheryte at the Anthaneum Astrologicum.” He gave her the letter back, and Agnes bowed.

“Thank you so much. Have a good day.” As she turned towards the aetheryte, she heard the soldier mutter, “More bloody outsiders every damn day.” Well fuck you too!!!

At least his directions aren’t shit. I’ll give the asshole that. She thought as she approached the house of her employer. What’s his name again? Viscount Estinien de Varlineau of House Varlineau. Sounds fancy. Agnes rang the bell at the door and was greeted by a middle-aged elezen with salt and pepper hair and glasses.

“May I help you?” Oh good, another Ishgardian who has a log rammed up his ass.

“I’m Agnes Currai—” She began but was cut off immediately.

“Mistress Currai, you’re never to come to the front door of the manor. The help goes through the side door. Around the corner there. You’ll find Madame Rolandtois waiting for you.”

He then slammed the door in her face.

Her mouth hung open for several moments before she shook her head and walked to the side door. The nerve of that fucking piece of shit!!!!!!!!!!!!! She knocked on the door and was greeted by a much friendlier face.

“Ah! You must be Agnes! Welcome, welcome to Ishgard, mon amie!” Madame Rolandtois was also a middle-aged elezen, Agnes’s height, with silver hair. “Your luggage arrived earlier, and I had one of the others take it to your room. Would you like some tea? Something to eat?”

At least she’s nice. I think we’ll be very good friends. Agnes smiled and nodded. “Yes please that would be lovely. It’s a lot colder here than in La Noscea.” The two settled in the kitchen and spoke for nearly a half a bell (and her tea is truly amazing) before Agnes was shown to her room on the first landing. “Madame—”

“Pray, call me Estelle.”

“Estelle, how is his lordship? What kind of person is he?” Agnes asked, changing into something more work appropriate.

Estelle’s face lit up. “His lordship is a most kind man and by far the best employer I’ve had. He pays us all well and truly cares about us. If he sees a guest being rude to a member of staff, then he asks them to leave. Truly a wonderful man.”

Either she’s telling the truth or is a hell of a liar. She nodded. “When will I be meeting him?”

Estelle took out a small notebook from her apron. “Tomorrow morning after breakfast. Once you’re finished, I’ll show you the kitchen and your station.” She left and closed the door behind her, leaving Agnes alone. She closed her eyes and sighed.

Don’t worry, Mum. I have a good feeling about this place.

***

Estinien de Varlineau hummed to himself as he ate his dinner. “Henri, pray give Estelle my compliments. This is one of the best meals I’ve had.” He glanced at his manservant, whose face was unreadable.

“Milord, your dinner this evening was prepared not by Estelle but the new cook, Mistress Currai.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Then mayhap I should go down to the kitchens when I’m finished to speak to her myself.”

“You are scheduled to meet her tomorrow, my lord. If I may,” Henri turned his up his nose. “Mistress Currai is not aware of our social customs. She’s uncouth, dresses like she came from a whorehouse—”

Sighing, Estinien held up a hand. “Henri, Ishgard is entering a new age. We are to welcome those different from us. And besides, Mistress Currai has impeccable references, including one from the head chef at the Bismark in Limsa Lominsa. I will not tolerate any discrimination or general nastiness in my household, am I understood?” By the time he asked the question, Estinien was standing face to face with Henri, a steely look of determination in his pale blue eyes. “Am I clear?”

Henri bowed. “Yes, milord. Crystal.”

He nodded. “Good, good. I’ll go down to the kitchens shortly and then retire to the music room.”

“Very good, milord.”

***

“And then I said, ‘You’re going to need at least three showers to get all that muck out of your ass!’” Agnes laughed. She was sitting at a large table in the kitchen with other members of staff, telling them stories from her adventuring days. Telling funny stories and baking cookies for your coworkers are two ways to make a good first impression---thanks Mum and Da!

Suddenly, everyone at the table stood, though Agnes had no idea why. “What? Why—” Is someone here? My back is to the entrance and hallway, so I suppose someone came downstairs?

“Agi, stand up! It’s his lordship!” Estelle whispered and tugged her arm.

We stand for him? Uh huh. Okay.

“Good evening, everyone.” A deep voice murmured as Agnes scrambled to stand and turn around.

Oh.

OH.

Oh no.

OH NOOOOO.

HE’S HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She could feel her cheeks burning, and her palms getting sweatier by the second.

“You must be Mistress Currai.” Estinien said, smiling warmly. “Tis good to meet you. I am Estinien, Viscount of House Varlineau.”

Instinctively, Agnes held out her hand. Gasps were heard in the kitchen. Henri looks like he’s going to murder me. I think…I fucked up. She moved her mouth, but no words came out. He’s too hot. Everyone is staring. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Still smiling, Estinien took her hand in his and shook it. More gasps. Ground, please swallow me at any time. “I wished to thank you for my dinner this evening. It was one of the best meals I’ve ever had.”

LET. GO. OF. HIS. HAND. AGI. She quickly released his hand (gods, they are so big and warm and strong and STOP) and giggled. “O-oh, you’re welcome, milord. I’m so glad you liked it.” Don’t say anything else, Agi. Don’t sound stupid.

The nobleman chuckled, smiling at her still. “Until the morrow. Good night, all. May the Fury bless and keep you.”

The others muttered something about the Fury? I don’t even know. Doesn’t matter though because HE IS GORGEOUS.

Agnes quickly excused herself and scurried to her room and began to write a letter to her mother.

Dear Mum,

I’ve arrived safely in Ishgard and began my new job. It’s all going well so far (granted it’s only been one day). Everyone is so nice, especially Estelle (she appears to be around your age, perhaps older), but Henri the manservant is a massive twat.

Remember how you and I both thought the Viscount would be an old man? Well, guess what? He isn’t! He looks to be in his early thirties, polite, kind (so far), and is extremely good-looking. Like out of a romance novel good-looking. AND!!!!! He loves my food! Oh Mum, why does he have to be hot?!

I hope to hear from you soon, Mum. Be well and send my love to my friends.

Your daughter,

Agi

[piastrinorris]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Nancy Wheeler (Edancy)

Genre: fluff

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: Okay, so maybe I'm the clown for thinking that putting a "short blurb request" prompt for my 2k follower celebration would actually help me keep things concise and maybe I can never shut the fuck up but finally, she's here. @heroeddiemunson sorry for the wait lol, but here's your "tunnel of love" request for edancy <3

Nancy lets out a disgruntled breath as she puts her car into park and turns off the engine. As if finals weren’t enough of a stressor, on top of finally breaking up with her long-distance boyfriend, of course Mike had to go and get himself detention and of course Mike forgot to pick up something for his latest D&D campaign and of course Mike left it until the last minute to remember he needed it before the session and so of course Nancy has to play courier. What else could she possibly be doing with all this spare time everyone just assumes she has?

Getting out of the car, and taking a deep breath of the freshest air the trailer park can offer to recompose herself, Nancy stands tall and heads over to the door of the Munson trailer, rapping her knuckles against it three times sharply. She expects a quick and easy transaction with Eddie, that he must be expecting Mike anyway so it’ll only be a few minutes. Then it’s back to the library once again. So she jumps up in alarm when a far more weathered face greets her instead. “Oh! I’m so sorry, Mr Munson!”

“’S Wayne,” he grunts sleepily. “’M not your teacher.”

“R-right, again, so sorry. Um, I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything? I was just trying to find Eddie, I’m here on behal-”

Wayne’s tired face lights up at that. “Oh, you are here for the boy? Come on in, I’ll go get him,” he shuffles back with the door as he pulls it open.

“Oh, please, Miste- Wayne, I’m not here to stay, I just need to get something from him -”

“No, I insist, come on in! It’s gonna take a minute or two before he even realises I’m in the room with those damn things on his head, and the sun’s mighty vicious today,” he shields his eyes and looks up at the clear blue sky. 

The knowledge of how to truly win an argument, Nancy had learned in her years, also comes with knowing when to back down. And she was not going to win against Wayne Munson. She steps carefully over the threshold as Wayne heads into what she assumes is Eddie’s room. She studies the alarming amount of mugs and caps that adorn the walls with great interest as the thin walls of the trailer betray the confidentiality of the men’s conversation.

“Boy. Bo- Boy!”

“Okay, ow, what the hell? Why’d you smack me?!”

“I didn’t smack you, I smacked those goddamn soup bowls off your head. There something you wanna tell me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I knew it. All this I’m not going to prom, old man. When were you going to tell me you found yourself a date, huh?”

“I have no clue what you’re -”

“Cute, too! Seems a little, uh, how do I put it? She’d be good for you.”

“Here we go again.”

“Look, I’m sorry, kid, I just… You’ve never had it easy, and I just wanna see you have at least one normal high school experience, is that too much to ask?”

“Well, sorry to disappoint, old man, but I’m still very much repulsive, thanks.”

“Have you not been listening?! Tell that to the girl that’s literally waiting in the other room.”

“Wha-?”

“Don’t you worry, I’ll step out, give you two some privacy. You know, you really are cutting it fine, leaving it so short notice before the dance.”

“You look like you just woke up, you’re in your bathro-”

The door wrenches open, and Nancy quickly turns her focus onto a mug shaped like Garfield as Wayne rushes out with a, "Please pardon me, I'm just going to - I just remembered I have to - Edward!" is the last thing he shouts over his shoulder as the front door swings shut behind him.

Softly laughing under her breath, Nancy looks over at where he had emerged from to see Eddie leaning himself against the doorway. "The elusive Elder Wheeler? To what am I owed the pleasure?"

Nancy scoffs and rolls her eyes, "I literally just came here on Mike's orders, he wants some… Character, thing, I don't-"

"Ah, the paladin wants his character pack. Leaving it a little late," he notes with a frown.

"Yeah, well, that's my brother," Nancy comments with an air of impatience.

Eddie cocks his head to lean against the frame, too. "What's the rush, Wheels?"

Taking a moment to silently mouth the nickname judgingly, Nancy shakes her head. "Finals week? Ring any bells?" He scrunches half of his face up, scratching at his unobscured temple. 

She shakes her head at him, a laugh of disbelief under her breath, and he grins, "Oh, please, there is no way in hell that you, Nancy Wheeler, have to worry about finals. I bet you’re a shoo-in for all the big ones, Harvard and Yale must be cat-fighting over you.” He holds his hands in claws and moves them around to illustrate his point.

Nancy feels her cheeks flush warm at the thought. “I’m already going to Emerson, yes, but I need to set an expectation of myself.”

“So, set it low and then wow them when you’re there,” he shrugs, as though it’s the easiest solution in the world. Nancy tuts at him, but that damn smile just won’t leave her face. Eddie shoves himself away from the doorframe and gestures towards his bedroom, inviting Nancy over. “I promise, it’s decent in here, I thi- Oh,” he ducks his head around and kicks his leg somewhere that Nancy can’t see before looking back over at her and beaming, “Okay, now it’s decent.”

“Really, I just need whatever Mike’s supposed to get, I -” Feeling defeated for the second time in the space of minutes, Nancy stands tentatively in the doorway, her eye immediately catching the record player sitting on the floor with giant headphones resting next to it. She chuckles, “So that’s what he meant by soup bowls.”

“You journalists just can’t keep your ears to yourself, huh?” Though Eddie’s head is buried in a cardboard box that looks as though it’s tied together with nothing but spite in and of itself, Nancy can hear the smirk in his voice. “Sorry that the old man assumed you were… Y’know.”

“Oh, don’t even - it’s fine,” Nancy waves her hand, regardless of its total redundancy to an obscured Eddie. “Though I’m a little intrigued what he thinks you’re yet to experience out of high school after that long.”

“Okay, firstly, ouch. Contrary to what people say about sticks and stones, words can hurt too, Wheeler,” Eddie stands tall, one hand full of a paper binder wrapped in elastic bands, the other splayed across his chest in mock offence. He then sighs, “He thinks I oughta go to prom. I heard him talking on the phone to, uh.” He starts clicking his fingers over and over. “What’s the name of that kid with the glasses on the paper? His mom.”

Nancy politely hides the laughter that bubbles from her lips with her hand. “Why would Fred Benson’s mom be calling Wayne?”

“Her husband works with him at the plant, and she cooks meals for us both because she doesn’t think either of us know what a vegetable is,” he shrugs, while very obviously, very poorly fighting off a large smile. “But from what I could tell, I think ol’ Freddie’s got a little proposal of his own in mind for prom night,” he singsongs coyly, waggling his eyebrows at her. Nancy groans, her face deflating, and Eddie cackles. “Aw, c’mon, it’s not like he’d even have a shot anyway, right? Is, uh… Byers coming down, too?”

Nancy winces painfully. “Uh, no. No, he’s not. We’re not…” She tries to look around for something to distract her, settling on knitting her eyebrows at a sealed loaf of bread that’s sitting on the floor.

“Oh! Sorry. To hear that, and also bring it up, I guess? I dunno, I’m not really good at the whole… Y’know. There’s obviously a reason why Wayne’s practically marrying me off to the first girl to cross this threshold in god-knows-how-long,” Eddie rambles awkwardly.

Nancy breathes out a laugh through her nose. "It's whatever," she shakes her head. "I'm probably not even gonna get to go, anyway."

Eddie's eyes widen in shock. "Hawkins High's top reporter, not attending the biggest event of the year?! Surely you don't need a date."

"I don't," she states plainly. "But my dad's been all, no daughter of mine is going to a dance alone! And for once, Mom's decided to be a united front with him, so…" She half-shrugs. "Besides, even if I did go dateless, I'm sure Fred's still gonna glue himself to my hip, anyway," she adds exasperatedly, pulling a face.

Eddie could never have predicted that he was about to witness the most beautiful sight of his life. He would never have even guessed what that sight would have been. He'd never understood the analogy of a lightbulb referring to having an idea until he watched Nancy Wheeler illuminate right in front of him. Her posture straightens, the picture of elegance. Her mouth moves slightly, quickly, silently, her eyes squint every few beats, her nose scrunches every fewer. She pauses for half a second, eyes glanced to one side as her lips push out to the other, and then she nods.

She takes a deep breath, about to start presenting her argument, when Eddie interrupts. "You about to ask me to prom, Wheels? 'M flattered."

She looks at him indignantly. "How did you -?"

"It makes the most sense, right?" he asks. "We both get something out of it: you get to go to prom, simultaneously keeping your parents happy while also pissing them off because, well," he gestures to himself. "I get to give the old man what he wants, for once. You have a failsafe against Benson. And your brother's face is gonna be priceless."

She shakes her head in defeat, “Alright, you got me. I didn’t even think of that last one, that’s three to one in my favour, I guess.”

“Eh, let’s call it three to two,” Eddie turns his nose up. “Little Wheels deserves a little payback from that one stupid nat 20 perception check that overrode three sessions' worth of writing.”

Nancy giggles, “Must be a family thing. Dustin didn’t talk to me for three weeks when I figured out who his main big bad guy was.”

Eddie’s face once again falls into shock. “You’ve played?! How is this the first I’m hearing of this?!”

Nancy’s Casio watch beeps at her, telling her it’s time to go pick up Mike. With a modest smile, she reaches over and takes her brother’s character pack from Eddie, tucking her chin into her shoulder as she says, “Maybe I’ll tell you next Friday.”

Eddie watches in awe as she takes one more moment to contemplate the whole bread thing, swivels around on her heel and walks out of the door purposefully. He blows out a breath he didn’t know he was holding back, shifting his bangs around his forehead.

Eddie Munson’s about to take Nancy Wheeler to the prom.

~~~

“Hey, sweetie! How was your… Thing, tonight? Kill any bad guys?” Karen Wheeler asks her son, who’s already running up the stairs. 

“Oh my god, Mom, I already told you, today was the first session of a new cam- Nancy! You home?!” Mike shouts as he continues to stomp through the second floor of the house.

“I’m down here with Mom,” she calls back to him, and he groans in anguish.

“Then get up here! I’m not walking up and down again!”

Karen’s brow furrows. “Now, why on earth does your brother want to see you so bad?”

Nancy smiles coyly. “Why, indeed? I better go find out.”

She finds her brother standing in front of her bedroom. “I’m supposed to give you this? I dunno, what are you even doing with Eddie? He’s actually cool. What, is he paying you to help him cram for his exams?”

“If he’s not telling you, chances are there’s a good reason,” she shrugs, snatching what Mike’s holding from his grip and shoving him out of the way, quickly shutting her door behind her the second she crosses the threshold into her room. She opens the tea-stained envelope with “For Elder Wheeler’s Eyes Only” written on it, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Inside is a written note:

Elder Wheeler,

It seems you and I have been bound by fate to accompany one another on a most dire quest: conforming to the formal societal standards of the true evil cultural event known as “prom”. And so, much like every adventuring party, we must establish some specifics first. Namely:

What colors are you wearing? (Research tells me that the more a party of two matches aesthetically, the more the conformists like it. Which will make your parents hate it even more.)

When should our epic journey start? (Remember, we have to make time to hit all our quest markers at House Wheeler, House Munson and then the dreaded Hawkins HIgh.)

I know that traditionally, the man of a two-person party is the one who plans these things in advance, but I also know enough about you, Elder Wheeler, to assume that you would rather be in charge. And so, I am more than happy to comply with whatever you have planned for us.

I shall await your response from the young Postmaster Wheeler.

Sincerely,Eddie the Banished

The smile on Nancy’s face grows tenfold as she reads it over and over. She describes the dress she has in mind to Eddie in as much detail as she can, tells him to be at the door for 6pm to allow ample time for parent reactions and then the eventual photo-taking before going to Wayne’s for more photos, and then getting to the prom itself.

Shoving the paper back into the envelope and finding a sticker and some tape to hold it back together again, Nancy knocks sharply on the door opposite her own.

Mike emerges with a tired, “Can I help you?”

She holds the envelope out. “I’ll have him tell me if the tape’s been compromised. And I’m sure he’ll make your life hell for it just as much as I will.”

Mike rolls his eyes as he takes it back. “Can’t even have one cool older friend without you ruining everything, jeez,” she hears him mutter under his breath as he shuts the door in her face.

Biting her lip, Nancy pivots back round and practically skips back into her bedroom, swinging the door shut behind her, leaping onto her bed and picking up her landline phone to start dialling her best friends’ phone numbers.

Eddie continues to utilise Mike as his little messenger boy, to the postmaster’s chagrin. One time after borrowing some of Gareth’s art supplies to colour various shades of purple onto a sheet of paper, asking Nancy to circle which is closest to the colour of her chosen dress. One time to ask her if she’s allergic to anything a corsage could be made of. And one time to just send a note that reads, It’s just fun to make young Michael work.

~~~

At 6pm sharp, the door knocks. Four quick taps. Another quick one. A sequence, quick, slow, quick. A final quick one. Nancy smirks as she spells out the Morse code that only one person she’s expecting would be nerdy enough to know — h-e-r-e.

Karen, who has been pestering her daughter over this mystery man she’s been hinting at for the last week or so, practically flies to the door. She pauses for a moment once her hand is on the doorknob, using her free hand to smooth herself down before stepping back with the door as it opens. She’s got her big hostess smile on - which falters the moment she sees that Munson boy on her doorstep. “Oh. Michael! It’s your… Dice and… Dinosaurs friend!”

Nancy, who’d made it to the top of the stairs by this point, hangs back, biting her lip as she watches Mike, with all his fake bravado, stammer, “Oh, uh, hey, Eddie! Wasn’t expecting - what brings you t-?” The rest of his sentence is knocked right out of him as he looks down, Nancy presumes at his outfit. "N- No, no, there's no way, you -" His jaw hangs as he looks up at his sister standing halfway down the stairwell. 

Karen swallows hard. “...Ted? Honey? You might wanna come out here and see this.”

Eddie watches everything happen in awe, how Nancy seems to be reacting so nonchalantly over the family reacting in her perfectly orchestrated chaos. Those words shouldn’t even go together, but Nancy Wheeler makes it so.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, rebooting himself, as Nancy joins him at the foot of the stairs. “Looking good, Wheels,” he grins, and she tuts, rolling her eyes.

“You don’t scrub up too badly yourself, Munson,” she leans in to tap him on the nose and he inhales deeply, holding it in for a few beats longer than necessary as she walks past. He follows her as she walks through to the back yard, shouting behind her, “Well! Where’s your camera, Dad? We don’t have all night!”

Eddie bites back the reaction that so badly wants to leave his lips as he sees the backdrop that’s hanging from the branch of a nearby tree. Though he may not know her well at all, even Eddie knows that this has Karen Wheeler written all over it. Nancy holds his arms as she guides him into position, instructing him on how to pose as a very red-faced Ted Wheeler marches out. Through the toothy grin Eddie’s forcefully presenting to the camera, he tells Nancy, “I feel like I look like a penguin in this get-up.”

“Maybe a little,” she mutters back, “but a handsome penguin all the same.”

Laughter brimming in his tone, Eddie asks, “Am I the most handsome penguin? Do I make all the other penguins go…” Suddenly unsure of what sound to make, Eddie makes a squawking sound unheard of from any man or beast. Nancy looks at him with a look of confused bewilderment, and Eddie clears his throat, his face falling into a stoic deadpan as he bashfully admits in a murmur, “I have no idea what a penguin sounds like.”

Nancy laughs, but it’s not the way people usually laugh at him. She’s laughing with him, just as his friends do, except it can take months, if not years for the people he recruits into Hellfire to understand his sense of humour. All he’s really had with Nancy has been the one conversation they had two weeks ago, and a few notes back and forth. 

He’s pulled out of that train of thought as a resigned Ted asks, “Are we done here, now?”

And that’s when reality hits. When Nancy is exaggeratedly sweetly smiling, “Come on, Dad, didn’t you want to immortalise your little girl getting taken to her last school dance?” That’s why Eddie feels so connected to her already. Because she’s putting on a show. There’s no reason to believe Nancy actually feels anything herself, she doesn’t even know Eddie. At best, she’s done her research to know just how to make this charade look believable.

So, the very least he can do is owe it to her to not let her down by looking so sombre at his own realisation. A horn sounding from the other side of the house startles everyone except Eddie, who announces, “Our chariot awaits, Elder Wheeler.”

“Wh- You’re not taking that van you drove up in?!” Karen asks.

Eddie tuts, “And have your daughter show up to her senior prom in it?” He shakes his head. “Come on, now, Mrs Wheeler, she deserves better than that, right? My uncle Wayne’s borrowing a Cadillac from someone at the plant for the night, he’s here to take us back to take some photos of his own before he takes us to school. I'm sure you won't mind me keeping that ol' van here in favour of your daughter riding across Hawkins in style.”

Karen loudly hums her dismissal. “Mm-mm, there is no way that my Nancy is walking through a - a trailer park,” she mouths those two words, “when I’ve spent so much time on her looking this good!”

“And might I add what a fine job you’ve done, Mrs Wheels,” Eddie smiles exaggeratedly. Nancy tucks her head behind his arm to let out a small laugh. 

This time, it’s Karen’s turn to resemble a human beetroot as she slaps her husband’s shoulder, who groans. “Well, go on then, Karen, invite the man back here and he can take his own damn photos and get outta here!”

The pain of all of this feeling like nothing more than a farce, hits twice as hard for Eddie when he sees how proud his uncle looks of him. He’s even dressed himself in a suit as though he were a real chauffeur. This level of deceit feels far worse than it does knowing that Nancy’s only acting in spite of her family, and yet she’s a natural. She comforts Wayne, asking him if he needs a minute, but the man isn’t stupid, he knows that he’s not welcome in this house a second longer than absolutely necessary. He takes out his old camera, the one held together by scotch tape and sheer determination, and Nancy’s back to directing how they should pose. 

Eddie takes a deep breath before smiling into each shot, before eventually cutting himself off with a, “C’mon, now, old man, there’s fashionably late and there’s straight up tardy!”

“Yeah, you know all about that, don’t you, boy?” he asks with raised eyebrows, making himself, Eddie and Nancy laugh. Mike laughs at his words, too, but a clip round the back of the head from his father soon shuts him up again.

Nancy makes small talk with Wayne throughout the entire car ride, and while Wayne constantly makes comments that he keeps including Eddie in, the latter can only bring himself to respond in one-word answers or generic non-committal sounds as he formulates another way to find an excuse to find one more moment with Nancy tonight. Of course, he’s her foolproof back-up for if Fred tries to make an unwanted move on her, but he can’t rely on only being able to approach her while she’s uncomfortable. He remembers them talking about the advantages both of them would have. How she thought she had three pros to his one, but he corrected her to balance it out a little more. But still, Eddie could make the argument that he has one more thing to gain. Maybe he could ask her for a dance. Just to piss off someone who asks him what he’s doing at prom, there’s gotta be at least someone who does that. Yeah. That’s what he’ll do.

Nancy calls out his name as she rifles through her purse, bringing him back to reality. “Brought something for you.” She hands him a folded up photograph, which he unravels with a growing smile on his face until his lips near enough reach his ears. He doesn’t recognise the child in the purple robe, but he can see what looks like a very young Dustin, Lucas and Mike, all dressed up as their characters sitting around the table. The table is littered with a dungeon map, miniature figures and dice of all numbers. And, sat next to Dustin, is a slightly older girl, the nest of curls adorning her head styled in a way that shows off her homemade elf ears, holding the cloak she’s wearing as she’s obviously mid-speaking.

Eddie chuckles under his breath, “You’ve been a player this whole time and didn’t think to hit us up once?!”

“Yeah, I mean, it was just to keep the kids happy. I sort of, half-grew out of it, half-lost interest when it became very obviously Mike’s Thing that he wouldn’t want his older sister anywhere near.” Nancy sighs, “But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss Catriona Valthana from time to time.”

“Well, if you ever wanna reprise her, you know where we live,” he gestures to Wayne and himself, and his uncle nods through the rear view mirror.

Nancy laughs, “Maybe. But, I figured, that makes us even now, right?” Eddie looks at her in bafflement, trying to figure out how she was able to read his mind like that, but she mistakes it for confusion. “Y’know, back when we were saying, I was three for your two things we get out of this?” she asks quietly, looking over at Wayne to make sure he couldn’t hear that part. Eddie simply nods sadly, pocketing the photo and patting where it sits in his breast with another fake smile before remaining silent for the rest of the journey.

They clamber out of the car once they’re in the parking lot, both thanking Wayne profusely for driving them there and agreeing on a time he should pick them up again. They both stand together to wave him off, and once he’s out of eyesight, Nancy claps her hands together, bouncing as she spins to face Eddie, who presses his lips together. “S’pose I better go find Jeff, now.”

Nancy narrows her eyes. “Oh. I - Yeah, if you - aren’-?”

He shrugs, his voice almost monotonous, “It’s like you said, we’re all even now, right? Now you can just enjoy your prom, nothing else attached. I’ll still keep an eye out for Benson for you, but… Enjoy your prom, Wheeler.” Eddie nods one more time before walking off into the building, rendering Nancy glued to the spot, speechless. Sure, she’d been having fun putting shocked looks on her family’s faces, but Eddie was having fun with it, too, right? He’s always been a stick-it-to-em kinda guy, and he had his personal hang-up with Mike. Like, yeah, he plays pretend at D&D at least once a week, but was he really so good at it that he could switch up so quickly?

She eventually makes her own way into the hall, very quickly accosted by her group of girlfriends. “What gives, Nance?” Robin asks. “I thought you said you were coming with that Eddie guy, why’re you coming in separately?”

She explains everything that’s happened throughout the night, and is met by three identical looks of disbelief. “What?” she laughs.

“Oh, come on, I know you’re still hung up on… Whatshisface, and all, but… Isn’t it obvious?” Vickie asks, shaking her head.

“I’m guessing not!” Nancy starts to sound exasperated as she looks to her oldest and dearest friend.

“Nance…” Barb starts, softly. “Do you not think that maybe there was one more reason someone like Eddie Munson was willing to go to a school dance with you, specifically?”

“Yeah, like I said, he wanted to make his uncle happy, and I happened to be there, and -”

“Listen to me,” Robin holds Nancy’s shoulders. “The whole of band was buzzing because he even turned down Chrissy Cunningham when she asked him after she and that Jason douche broke up. And that was days before you called to say he’d asked you.”

Vickie gestures to Robin, following up with a, “Now, if he was just going to prom to stick it to the man while making his uncle happy, don’t you think it’d have been a bigger middle finger to everyone else for the outcast to take the head cheerleader?”

Nancy looks over at Eddie, who’s stood with Jeff and his date. Jeff’s clearly trying to get Eddie to keep engaging in conversation, but something about him isn’t as… Spirited. “Then why didn’t he just outright ask? Why wait for me to be the one to suggest it? Or, at least, I was about to, but then he beat me to it -”

“Didn’t you say he asked you about Jonathan?” Barb asks. “He probably just didn’t even think it was an option.”

Nancy sighs deeply. “I gotta fix this. But, then, how? Like, wha- If that’s how he feels, what am I supposed to do, only humour him until it’s time to go to Boston? Expect him to go long-distance, even though that’s the thing that ended my last relationship? I don’t -” She growls in frustration. “Why are men so…?” Another sigh. 

The girls all hug her, which she finds great comfort in. After they all go and get themselves something to drink, Nancy starts formulating plans in her head. Halfway into the dance, Barb’s about to tell her that maybe she should just relax, forget about it and enjoy the night when she sees it. Her back straightens up. She starts mouthing silent words to herself, her eyes and nose moving with them. Her lips purse off to the side as she looks in the other direction, and her friends grin back at her. She looks over at them and, with a knowing smirk, clears her throat. “Excuse me, ladies.”

She weaves her way through the crowd until she finds Eddie, skulking in the shadows as Jeff and his date dance the night away. He raises his eyebrows at her, looks around, and then frowns in another direction. “Benson’s all the way over there, I didn’t see him come near you.”

“I know,” Nancy states, holding her hand out. “I’ve decided I want my picture back.”

He frowns, “The… One of you playi- Okay,” he shrugs, taking it out of his pocket and placing it in her palm. “That all?”

Nancy buries it in her bag, then throws her hands up in the air and tuts dramatically. “Tsch, now would you look at that? I guess I’m back to owing you.” Eddie’s eyes narrow as she holds her hand out again, this time chewing her lip before asking, “Care to join me for an apology dance?”

Eddie smiles back, a real, genuine smile, as he shakes his head in feigned resignation and takes her hand, allowing her to lead him to the dancefloor. As they sway together, neither of them especially knows how to start talking. Or maybe they don’t need to. Maybe just staying here, holding each other, is enough.

After a while, Jeff and his date join them. Quickly followed by Robin, Vickie and Barb. Not another word is uttered between Eddie and Nancy without it being a part of the group’s conversation, a topic of great frustration every time the girls convene in the bathroom - including Jeff’s date, who also seems to really be rooting for the pair. Even Chrissy, who wanders in during one bathroom break, immediately becomes invested in what becomes of the two of them. Nancy promises that by the end of the night, she’ll have at least started a conversation about it. Whatever Eddie decides to do is up to him. In the meantime, they all chat, sing, and dance the night away between them. By the end of the night, Nancy's cheeks ache from smiling so much.

It finally happens as they’re waiting for Wayne. All the others in their little party have been collected, leaving just the two of them. “Alright, alright, I guess I’ll admit,” Eddie starts, “prom was actually… A lot of fun.”

“You gonna tell Wayne that?” She asks with a knowing smirk.

“Absolutely not,” he laughs, and she does, too. “Don’t you dare tell him, I’ll deny everything.” Nancy draws a fake zipper across her lips, and Eddie nods at her in thanks. “Besides, I… Probably wouldn’t have had any actual fun if you hadn’t… Y’know. Done the whole thing and asked me to dance and whatever. So. Thanks. You didn’t have to.” He’s starting to go into his recluse again, which Nancy’s determined not to let happen.

“Sure I did, I owed you one, remember?” He waves her off, and she sighs. “Plus, I… I’m sorry… If you felt like I led you on.”

He inhales sharply. “All’s good, Elder Wheeler,” he lies. “I knew what was expected of me, we delivered on that, nothing more, right?”

“I don’t - see, that’s the -” Nancy sighs. “I’ve had, so much fun with you tonight. Like, the most fun I’ve had in months. But I didn’t want tonight to be just some rebound to get out of being single for a night, and I didn’t want to pursue anything before I left for Emerson because - well, because clearly distance is more of a dealbreaker for me than I thought, and that’s not fair on either of us, but I just… I just… Want to bottle up tonight. And just keep that, without all the other stuff to stress about.”

Eddie doesn’t speak for a few beats, but finally pipes up with a, “So, why stress about it?”

Nancy’s face scrunches up in bewilderment. “What?!”

“You heard. Stuff like this shouldn’t be stressful, it should be fun.” Eddie turns his whole body to face her.

“Right, and that’s what this was! It was so much fun, but there’s so much else at stake here, an-” Nancy’s interrupted by Eddie’s hands cupping her jaw and his lips pressing against hers. She pushes an indignant trill out from behind her lips as laughter bubbles from Eddie’s, breaking the kiss entirely. “Eddie! That’s - this isn’t right, it’s not fair to either one of us in the grand scheme of things -”

“So, who says we gotta think that broadly?” He asks. “Why can’t we just enjoy ourselves right now?”

“But you were so…” Nancy looks deflated, and Eddie snorts out a laugh.

“Yeah, I got real melodramatic, huh? But that was then, and this is now. And right now, Wheels, I really wanna kiss you again.”

“You can just call me Nancy, you know,” she muses, moving around to position herself better in front of him.

“I could, but where’s the fun in that?” He grins before bending down to kiss her again. And this time, right now feels like it’s happening at a snail’s pace as Eddie's arms snake around Nancy's body. Right now feels as though it could last an eternity as Nancy holds his face.

Until a car horn sounds, revealing a very smug-looking Wayne Munson beaming at them through the window. “I’ll just do an extra couple laps for you two lovebirds. Don’t mind me!”

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Wilhelm bullying Karkaroff?? You're torturing everyone lol

Um um um if you wouldn't mind,,, since I know ur tired of the wilkes yapping and glazing LMAO would you mind telling me about seabunny and starry Night? I've never heard of either of them :3 tbh I would totally listen to like anything u wanna yap abt tbh your posts are just so !!!! Ykkk?? like I dont think Ive seen anyone give Karkaroff that much attention before lol or Aurora honestlyyy

Sorry for the long anon LOL Ive been lurking for like a month and haven't anoned before aghhhh sorry for the spamm

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Please don’t apologise for the length, I’ve been loving all the asks I’ve been getting recently, any excuse to yap is one I greatly appreciate!! Feel free to spam me as much as you’d like lovely 🍃 anon (I will say my brain keep thinking these are weed leaves so I’m sorry but you’ve become weed leaves anon in my brain now lmao). Super flattered to hear you’ve been enjoying my posts btw jcnfjcbfjc

Yes!!! Wilhelm bullying Karkarov!!! With the help of especially Dolohov lmao. I don’t think Karkarov was particularly popular when he went to school in general but that’s a different topic for another time cjfncjfn

I would love to tell you about seabunny and starrynight!! I am obsessed with both. I’ve been lowkey obsessed with Igor and Charity for a while but Aurora and Severus is a new one for me. A friend of mine came up with the shipnames so major shout out for that lol

Seabunny is 100% something that happens because of Charity. She’s an it girl, she’s an icon, she’s pink, she’s got her daddy’s credit card, she’s got a heart ready to love anyone and she loves men that look like a rat after it’s walked through the underground sewage system (or in Igor’s case a goat lol). You’d think she does it to piss off her parents but that’s not even close. Her mum’s a little sus at first but she’s sus about everything so that’s not really anything to pay attention to. She sees Igor being his awkward self and she’s like “yes that’s the one I want”. Aurora and Wilhelm have to listen to her talk about him on and on as she praises him for doing the bare minimum like “and then he like, responded to me!! He even like, totally looked at me when I was talking this time”.

They’re so silly. For Igor he’s already decided she’s out of his league but the more persistent she is the more he actually starts to think he’s got a chance. And let’s be fr, Igor’s not the best person. He’s a bit more violent than what’s normal (he plays quidditch and oh dear you can catch Evan Rosier scraping the ground for stray teeth and bone bits by the time a game featuring Igor is over) and he’s a huge coward. Their first time alone Charity asked him over to her dorm to look at her cat and he was so confused when she pulled out an actual cat because there’s a slight language barrier at first (the cat also strangely really likes him and of course Charity sees that as a good sign (also the cat’s name is Pudding))

As for them after Hogwarts I’m so interested in seeing how being with Charity (Muggle Studies teacher and while a pureblood herself genuine lover of all things muggle) mixes with Igor (known death eater and technically convicted criminal until he was pardoned). How does knowing Charity affect how Igor basically abandons his death eater ways after the first war? And his reaction to his dark mark calling on him again and his decision to flee and go into hiding and in the end die for that freedom. How much of that is because he was influenced by Charity?? They die a year within each other and I just,, urgh there’s so many things about these two cjfncjnf have a mini moodboard lmao

Now starrynight!! That’s an entirely different vibe. It’s autism², it’s a lot of learning together, it’s a lot of enjoying each other as they genuinely are. Even if they’re not dating I love love love Aurora and Severus as friends. They just work really well together in a way where they actually get to chill for a bit, at least usually.

Bruce (Mulciber Jr) introduces them, not that they didn’t know each other beforehand, they’ve known each other for years, but the idea of them dating each other came about because Aurora really wanted to just “be normal”. Choosing Severus as her boyfriend might not be the best way to do that but she definitely feels more normal when she’s just hanging around with him cause she’s not constantly performing her normal-sona lol.

Aurora is, to me, incredibly reserved yet curious at the same time. She doesn’t want anyone too close yet she wants to experience everything everyone else does. She spends most of her time (if not hijacked by Charity or thinking she’s best friends with Wilhelm) in the Astronomy tower with the large golden telescope that Hogwarts provides and because homegirl loves this telescope so much she brought Severus to see it no doubt and being the mindful and demure girl she is she even checked if he was dying when he was dry heaving and trying to catch his breath while leaning on the walls as he climbed the stairs. Their dates consist of them sharing their interests with each other, whether it be knowledge about stars, telescopes, potions, chemistry etc. their compliments to each other consists of “I really appreciate that you know how to be quiet” and “I admire your knowledge on insert topic no ones ever heard of ever”. They sit together and read and call it a date where at most they share a few glances. They’re such an awkward looking couple, Aurora towers over Severus, but you’ve never seen communication skills like the ones these two have.

Charity is over the moon when Aurora announces that she’s got a boyfriend because they can finally talk about boys and everything that comes along with it. Aurora is over the moon, not necessarily because of the boyfriend thing (though she’s also fairly happy with that) but because she feels normal and god is she excited to feel normal cjnfjfnf

There’s a bit of Aurora and Charity friendship for you too and here’s another moodboard lol

I was gonna yap about Edmund Avery Jr but this post has already gotten like sooo long so I'll save that for another timenvjfnbjgbg