#But we'll see since I really did mean to actually take the full week off of writing it

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"...but even matt had told him his better bet was probably just to yell "WOW WHAT'S THAT OVER THERE?!"

DNJDJSJ that was so funny i love nickys pov (I WOULD DIE FOR MORE NICKY POVS) bc he knows sm about ff and adds on so many hilarious details about the poor guy that he doesn't have in his own narrative and just nicky describing ff will never not be funny to me. also hearing nicky calling ff smithy always puts a smile on my face omg its so cute

nicky going on a rollarcoaster of emotions when andreil are describing what happened is a mood but he handled it well tho?? i cant wait til nicky finds out ff has made the discovery that andrew wants to actually be his friend instead of wanting to kill him

and andrew hitting nicky at the end with the whats ff's first name is so FUNNY LMAO POOR NICKY guy just wants to get over his raging hangover in peace hdjdkshsk

ALSO SO HYPED FOR GRANDMA SMITH OMG AND UR TAGS AHHCKVDVDBJDJDKS

Thank you! I giggled writing Nicky trying to process the idea of FF being able to competently fight someone because NICKY KNOWS. He is the one person that is IN ON EVERYTHING (Except the speakeasy). Like he is fully so bewildered by it that he misses most of Neil's descriptions and is just flashing back to FF trying to watch self-defense videos and going to Nicky "But what if I hurt Andrew? I don't want to hurt him, I just don't want him to stab me :("

Also I mentioned it at some point before but Matt has a slightly more informed view on FF but that's probably going to change when Andrew and Neil come back and are like "FF took out one FBI's most wanted on his own and was instrumental in the takedown of a second FBI most wanted." It's just Matt coming up after to FF and gingerly patting him on the back like "Hey man, I'm sorry I didn't believe in you." and FF looking up and going "It's fine, I just needed to remember what I already knew in my heart (Gracie Hart)."

Grandma Smith is on her way and having a delightful conversation with that nice Polish boy sat next to her. What a treat! Oh how lovely he's promised to help her with her bag.

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I love a good S3 Steddie AU so—

Eddie and Robin were friends in high school, and every time they needed cover they would pretend to be dating.

So she starts working at Scoops, sees Steve not knowing he’s different now, and as a defense mechanism tells him about her “boyfriend”

Then they become buds but she still doesn’t correct the record, because she would have to explain why she lied

So Eddie comes into the shop and she’s like “That’s him!” and Steve is “🥺”

Because he and Eddie have been dating for months

THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT AT THAT LAST LINE NONNY. This story starts on July 1st (S3E3), so after they've cracked the Russian code.

-

It takes a full month of working at Scoops to get Robin to be more chill around him. He gets it. He was never outright mean to her but he was a dick in high school and his reputation lingers.

He's happy now that she's graduated from quietly distrusting him to outright teasing him. He's pretty sure it means they're friends now, or something like it. She even made that white board to mock his inability to flirt a few weeks ago. He knows he'll never get a tally in the You Rule category because he's not actually trying to flirt with anyone, what with him having a boyfriend of his own. Not that he can brag about his boyfriend as much as Robin brags about her boyfriend.

And, Jesus, did she brag at first. Steve had been convinced it was a new romance, and therefore she was still in the honeymoon phase, except she said they'd been dating since she was a freshman. With senior year starting for her in September, Steve's a little jealous.

He hopes that he and Eddie never leave their honeymoon phase. It's only been three months, and Steve's in awe that Eddie even bothered to look his way after how he'd been in school. Still in awe that Eddie wants more with Steve than just the physical. That Eddie wants cuddles during a movie, and sappy hand holding while they just chat, and to hold Steve after a nightmare on the rare occasion they get to share a bed through the night.

Anyway, the point. Robin is something of a friend and Steve's pleased about it. They have to be friends now, right? They cracked a Russian code together! (Steve refuses to give Dustin any credit for their official jump into friendship even though they wouldn't have had a Russian code to crack without him.)

"Are you and the Boy going to do anything for the Fourth?" Steve asks apropos nothing after handing off a banana split, leaving no more customers to help currently. He's a little ashamed to admit that he doesn't remember the name of her boyfriend. He's sure she said it at some point, so he's blaming his shit memory for that. But she just refers to him as the Boy, and doesn't find it weird that Steve does, too, so he'll take the win.

"Oh, uh, we haven't really discussed it. I'm scheduled closing on the Fourth so," Robin shrugs.

"We'll be in misery together," Steve says.

"Joy."

It's times like these, where Robin is so deadpan Steve can't tell if she's joking or not. Like maybe they aren't the budding friends Steve thinks they are. She's tough to read, sometimes.

"Well, even with the closing shift, there's still a lot of night left. Great time for fireworks."

"True. I'm sure The Boy is thinking up something as we speak. He likes to surprise me."

Steve's not jealous. He's not. He knows that Eddie would surprise him if they didn't have to be so secret about it all.

They do have plans for after Steve gets off work on the Fourth to go to the carnival. It's not strange for friends to go together. Maybe Steve can convince Robin come and to bring the Boy and they can just be a group of friends hanging out?

"Well, if he hasn't planned anything, maybe you and he will want to come hang out at the carnival? I'm going with a friend, maybe we'd see each other."

Robin levels him with a look, eyes squinted in judgement. "Your friends, the children?"

"I have more friends than just children!"

"I literally do not believe you. Why don't any of your age appropriate friends come bother you here, like all those kids?"

It's a valid question, Steve can concede. "That's because I do not want him to see me in this uniform. I will never live it down."

Robin raises an eyebrow. "Does he even know you work here?"

"Absolutely not. So if you do bump into us at the carnival, you are not allowed to say our place of employment. I'm serious, Robin. This will ruin me. You can say 'the mall' because that's all I'll say about it."

Robin's grin turns mischievous. "So, what I'm hearing is, I have blackmail material against the Steve Harrington?"

Steve groans. She's joking. He's like... 80% sure she's joking. He makes a mental note to ask Eddie if he knows Robin.

"Oh shit!" Robin calls out, surprised but delighted. Steve whips his head to her, and sees she's looking out the front door and through a sea of people.

"What, is it Dustin? Russians?" Steve joins her side quickly trying to see what she sees.

"No, it's-" she cuts herself off and Steve turns his head to look at her, only to find she's already looking at him. "It's my boyfriend. I don't think he's seen me yet. Want to meet him if he comes in?"

"Hell yeah I do. I need to meet the man you won't shut up about," Steve grins at her before turning his attention back to the people. His eyes scan over all of them, trying to figure out which guy looks like he might be Robin's boyfriend. Which, yes, he knows isn't something you can judge based on looks (he and Eddie are a prime example) but still.

And speaking of Eddie- no! No no! He'll never hear the end of it if Eddie sees the stupid sailor outfit. Eddie hasn't spotted him yet, so Steve slides around Robin to be out of eyesight. "You see him?"

"Yeah, he's- oh! I think he's seen me. He's coming this way," almost as an after thought, she adds, "do you remember Eddie Munson?"

Play it cool, Steve. "Uh... yes. Why? Is he coming this way? I thought I saw him out there..." Way to play it cool. If Robin didn't seem so hyped to be seeing her boyfriend, she would absolutely be questioning him.

"Oh. Well, he's my boyfriend, and yes he is."

Steve feels the floor fall out from under him.

The whole world shifts and Steve cannot stay here. He thinks he says something about a bathroom break before ducking into the employees only door, and then his body moves him further still until he's through several other doors and suddenly outside in the heat of the day.

Do you remember Eddie Munson? Well, he's my boyfriend.

He doesn't know what to do with that. Doesn't know how to process it. How to proceed. Eddie is- but he can't- this can't be real. This is a crazy dream, brought on by thoughts of Russians and codes and leftover Upside Down bullshit and he will be waking up anytime now to get ready for work.

Eddie Munson. He's my boyfriend.

He can't be your boyfriend Steve wants to scream. He can't be your boyfriend because he's mine.

Maybe... Maybe it's turning out to be that while Eddie is his boyfriend, he's not Eddie's. Maybe Eddie's never thought of him as a boyfriend.

Every instance runs through his head; all the times Eddie wouldn't stay the night. All the times Eddie told him he couldn't stay at the trailer. Is Eddie actually even in a band or is band practice just a convenient lie that keeps him from having to see Steve while still keeping him in his back pocket?

All the hiding, and the let's keep this just to us for now, and how wonderfully convenient it is that this needs to, has to, be a secret when you're in a queer relationship in a small town.

Steve's a goddman idiot!

Of course, Eddie has a girlfriend. Of course, he agreed to 'see where this thing goes.' This is why Eddie bothered to even look his direction. Because there's no scenario where Steve comes out okay. He can't even tell Robin her boyfriend isn't the fucking golden, perfect boy she brags about because how does he do that without telling her how he knows?

All the worst case scenarios play in his mind. Robin being in on it. Her and Eddie laughing at him behind his back, waiting for the right time to publicly out him. To get whatever revenge they think he owes to them for all his dick behavior in school. His whole relationship being a joke.

He lets out a yell and whips around to punch the wall next to the employee entrance door. The pain grounds him almost immediately and that yell turns into a chokes off sob, his eyes squeezing shut as he leans in to rest his forehead against the wall and take a shuddering breath.

There's no way Robin is in on this. And it was mean of him to think so. If Steve's just been some sort of experiment to Eddie, then that's on Eddie.

And Steve. For being stupid enough to believe anyone would actually be interested in him. For taking one look at Eddie's stupid dimpled smile and tripping over himself to do everything in his power to see it again. For fucking falling in love too fast, too soon, and not asking enough fucking questions and-

Oh.

That's why this hurts so much. That's why he didn't stick around to watch Eddie sweat at seeing his long-term girlfriend and- and whatever the fuck he thought Steve was working together and getting caught in whatever fuckery he's doing.

Steve's gone a fallen in love with the asshole.

He pushes off the wall, takes a deep breath to steel himself, and makes a decision. He's going to confront Eddie on the Fourth, since that's the next day they'll see each other. He'll tell him they're done, and that Eddie needs to come clean to Robin about what he's done, or he will. She deserves to know, and Steve can deal with the consequences.

When he returns the Scoops, there's no sign of Eddie, but Dustin is there.

(What Steve doesn't know is that Robin and Eddie hugged in greeting. Robin asked what he was up to. Eddie told her he was searching for his boyfriend. He works at the mall and Eddie wants to surprise him. Robin doesn't ask who he's looking for, and Eddie doesn't offer, because they both know the importance of coming out on your own terms and in your own time. Robin does ask if he's happy, and Eddie says he didn't know he could be this happy.)

Of course, what follows that is a series of terrible events that result in being stuck in an elevator, captured and tortured by Russians, drugged, and then rescued.

He and Robin end up in a bathroom, puking up their guts, and Robin says, in a Russian accent, "Interrogate me."

Steve chuckles and replies, "Okay. Interrogate you. Sure. Um... when was the last time you peed your pants?"

"Today."

"What?"

"When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw. It was just a little bit, though."

She laughs and he groans. It's definitely still in her system.

"Okay. My turn."

"Hit me."

"Have you..." she starts, leaving a pause as she thinks of what to ask, before ending with, "ever been in love?"

And Steve, horrifyingly, mortifyingly, just starts to cry. He can normally reign this in, has better control than this, but whatever drug is still in his system robs him of that.

In another universe, where Steve is able to control himself, he'd lie. He'd describe Robin, knowing she's happily taken, maybe slide himself under the partition between their stalls so she can reject him to his face, and they can laugh it off, solidifying their friendship.

But that's not what happens.

What happens instead is this: Robin, who does not slide herself across the floor but instead hauls herself upright to stumble around the partition, kneels in front of him as Steve lets out hiccupping sobs in between saying embarrassing things like yes and they don't love me back, they never love me back.

And Robin. Sweet, wonderful Robin, to whom he has been the other person in her years long relationship, tugs his arm until he's no longer hugging the toilet and is instead cradled by Robin. And she hums and assures him that whoever doesn't love him is an idiot and it makes Steve sob harder because she doesn't know and when she learns she's going to hate him.

He cannot let her continue to comfort him while he's crying about her boyfriend. It is with that sobering thought that he's able to win his war against whatever he's been injected with and stop his tears. Just in time, too, because Dustin and Erica find them, and then the Russians do, but so does El and the others.

The world is nothing but Upside Down terror for hours.

When the dust settles, Hopper is dead, and so is Billy, and Steve is sat in the back of an ambulance, hugging Robin around her shoulders as they both look out into the parking lot with matching thousand-yard stares. They've been looked over and deemed okay to go home, so Steve is just waiting for the government men currently raiding what is left of the underground Russain bunker to either find his keys, or not.

If his keys are found, he's Robin's ride. If they aren't, they're both being dropped off by ambulance, which Robin is stressing about because her parents cannot see her come home in the back of an ambulance.

Steve offers her to stay at his house. He thinks it'll be easier to beg her parents for forgiveness than explain this situation. Robin agrees to stay if the ambulance ends up being their ride.

It doesn't, though. It takes an hour after everyone else has left, but someone delivers his keys.

It's eerie, the walk from the front lot around the mall to the back employee lot, so they clasp hands to have something to ground to. There are less people the further they walk. The fire's been contained, probably so the government people can root around the bunker below the mall to discover whatever it was the Russians knew, or know, or whatever.

The back lot is completely empty. Only Steve's car, parked towards the edge of the lot give that his shift yesterday had been an afternoon one, and all the closer parking spaces had been taken.

His car is parked so that the passenger side faces them as they approach. Wordlessly, they break apart, Robin heading for her door and Steve rounding the front of the car to get to the driver's side. Except as soon as he rounds the corner, a figure that was previously crouched or sat in front of the door jumps up, lunging at Steve.

He barely has time to register the voice, a terrified sounding "Stevie!" before Steve back tracks with a yelp, out of reach of the figure. Robin screams when he does, and whoever was lunging at him stops in their tracks, whipping around to look at the other source of the noise.

"Robin?"

It's then that Steve takes in the sight before him. It's Eddie. It was Eddie leaning against his door, waiting for him. Steve's flooded with a rush of love, his stupid brain deciding that Eddie must have been worried when Steve didn't meet him for the carnival. Had come to look for him. But then the reality of the situation settles over him.

That might have been true, but now he's seen that Steve is here with his girlfriend and this isn't how he wanted to do this but he will.

For Robin, he will. She deserves better.

"What are you doing here!? Besides scaring the shit out of us!" Robin yells, rounding the car to punch Eddie in the arm.

"Ow, Buckley, what the fuck!" Eddie rubs the spot she punched him, looking between Robin and Steve with... confusion? Steve is expecting to see maybe some remorse, or guilt, or maybe even glee at the fact stupid Steve Harrington was able to be so easily fooled. He doesn't see any of that, though.

Eddie takes a step towards him, and Steve flinches back.

Robin steps up to Eddie, like she wants to pull Eddie into a hug, but he stops her with a hand on her shoulder. He looks from Robin to Steve again, then back to Robin. Steve can't see his face, his hair hides his profile, but he can see Robin's face. Her confusion, brows furrowed, before her eyes go wide and now she's looking between Steve and Eddie.

Fuck. She's just put it together herself! She's going to hate Steve forever, homewreaker that he is.

"Oh. Oh no," Robin whispers, then says Eddie's name in a devastated tone. "Eddie. Is it-?"

"I-I can't... Robin," Eddie says back, sounding just as hurt.

"No! No, I told him- Eddie, I told him we were dating!" she turns to Steve, then, and blurts, "I'm a lesbian!"

He doesn't know what to do with that information. "What?"

"I lied. Steve, I lied, I'm a lying liar and I'm so sorry," Robin says, shoving Eddie away from herself and towards Steve.

Maybe the drugs are still working because Steve still doesn't understand. "I don't... what?"

"I'm not dating Eddie," Robin says. "I've never dated Eddie, would never date Eddie because I don't want to date boys. Please, Steve, I never meant to make you think-" but she cuts herself off, looking from Steve to Eddie and back, before saying, "I never meant to make you think you were unlovable."

Eddie makes a wounded noise at that. "What did you say to him, Buckley!?"

Robin lied. Robin lied about dating a boy. Because she's not interested in boys? That doesn't make sense. That- oh. She lied about having a boyfriend for the same reason he's lied about not having a boyfriend. Because it isn't safe to not to.

Steve's legs give out, but he doesn't hit the pavement because Eddie catches him and the three of them sob and cling to each other in the dark of the parking lot.

Later, much later, the truth will come out. Steve will learn they've always been each other's covers but never actually together. Robin will apologize because she blames herself for Steve's bathroom, drugged-breakdown, and Steve apologizes for all the awful thoughts he had about Eddie when he thought Eddie was dating them both and lying about it.

Steve will learn that Eddie loves him, too, just as much as Steve loves him.

[autumnmobile12]

Villain Deku AU

Most of the time when I see the Villain Deku AU, he's often crazy, and while I do love that concept, I really want to see more sarcastic, cinnamon roll 'Moxxie from Helluva Boss' vibes.

Shigaraki: And that's the plan, any questions?

Deku: Uh, yeah, what was that?

Shigaraki: That wasn't a question, Deku.

Deku: That wasn't a plan.

...

Remember my League of Morons vs A Summer Camp post?

Deku can fix that.

Shigaraki: All right, smart ass, you think you can do better?

Deku: I actually can. Your first mistake is attacking the second night of the camp. Let them all have their summer camp fun. By the end of a single week of non-stop, hardcore training, they'll be exhausted and less likely to fight off a surprise attack efficiently. Now, before the camp begins, we'll need Spinner to drive out there. You're the only one of us who hasn't committed any significant crimes yet.

Spinner: Why is that important?

Deku: *smiling cheerfully* Because you're a civilian. The Wild, Wild Pussycats aren't going to think it's weird if a civilian drives up to their base asking for directions through the mountains. Just make sure you have nice, dead battery for your cell phone. Ooh, or you could park on the road with a low tank of gas and walk up to their base! That'll sell it.

Spinner: Sell what?

Deku: You're getting the exact coordinates of the building for Kurogiri, of course. Once we have that information, he can open warp gates beneath our target while he's asleep and let gravity do the rest.

Kurogiri: You suggest we strike at night?

Deku: Right. You want to kidnap Kaachan, so we do it covertly while everyone's asleep. After that, if you really want to send a message to the heroes, we can always seal up the doors and windows, then Mustard can gas the building. Or Dabi can burn it to the ground. Your choice. Painless death in their sleep or painful death by fire?

Dabi: ...holy fuck, that's insane.

All-For-One: *through the computer monitor* Intriguing proposition, Deku. I suppose you have a back-up plan in case something goes wrong.

Deku: About that, it's entirely possible one of the Pussycats or UA teachers will be on look-out and if that's the case, Eraserhead will be the biggest obstacle. Most of you rely extremely heavily on your Quirks. We'll have to work on that, but in our current time frame, doing so before the summer camp is not feasible. So we'll need to remove the one player who can nullify Quirks. That'll be Mr. Compress's job.

Compress: And how exactly will I do that?

Deku: You'll hit him with a surprise attack. Kurogiri will open a warp gate for you, and the second he does, then you strike. Simple.

Muscular: Yeah, and what about the rest of us?

Deku: You'll be on standby in case Compress fails or draws too much attention to himself. Now about our hostage situation...do we really want Kaachan?

Kurogiri: What do you mean?

Deku: Well I know Kaachan. Despite his violent tendencies, he does have a strong sense of justice and he won't be easy to corrupt. Might I suggest taking the heteromorph students instead? Given society's discrimination problem against what they call the 'non-human' types, they've already got a reason for dissatisfaction with how they've been treated since they were born. Oh, and we should take Yaoyorozu Momo, too.

All: ....why?

Deku: She's rich. Her Quirk is infinitely useful, of course, but even if we can't convince her to join the League, her family will pay us a hefty ransom to get her back. For the record, so will Endeavor if we abduct his youngest son, too. Or we could just ransom the oldest one if all else fails.

Dabi: How the fuck did you know?!

Deku: ...Todoroki Touya allegedly burned up in a massive forest fire and the body was never found. You have a fire Quirk and horrific, full body burn scars and are the age he would have been today. It's not rocket science.

Shigaraki: ...this brat just hijacked my entire plan.

...

He'd quickly become the Bilbo Baggins of LoV, the one who's solving all the problems right up until they get to the fight with Gigantomachia, at which point he says, "No, I'm not helping you this time. He's gotta respect you, this is your quest. I'm not the fighting type, so I'll just sit back and watch." Proceeds to sit quietly and take notes while observing the fight.

Dabi also wasn't helping out with that fight, so every now and then he checks in on their progress. He just shows up, mildly entertained and mostly annoyed by the collective ineptitude (not that he's any better,) and he walks up to Deku.

Dabi: So how many ways have you thought of to defeat him?

Both: *duck as Spinner goes flying over them*

Deku: ...47. How's that recruitment process going? Because you're starting to look way more useful as a bargaining chip for ransom.

Dabi: Says the guy who's just sitting here.

[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Art Update (but not really) 8.29.2024

Well, that went worse than expected.

My summers are never good for creative activity--I'm off my schedule, my house is full of people, every week is some new thing to get ready for. I know this, and I tell myself to lower my expectations and just get through it, and then I always end up disappointed with myself anyway. So that's where we are.

Anyway, thank you to everyone who sent in requests for me to do! I didn't do as many as I had hoped, but I did do six of them (including one that I basically just pulled out of my drafts and dusted off, but at least I did it). I do want to reiterate that quite a few of the ones I didn't do was because they were specifically things that I have planned to show up in my regular fanfic. There were also two that I started and couldn't manage to finish, so there's always the possibility that I could finish them someday.

I actually got inspired and wanted to write a B-part for the last one I did, which I started the day after I posted that one, but then I left for vacation, and a whole lot has happened since then. I've gotten, like 1300 words of it written, but I just haven't managed to finish it yet. I'd been kind of hesitating to call the requests "done", because I wanted to get that out first, but I haven't managed to, so I'm calling the requests done, and if I finish that other thing, I'll post it, and if I don't, obviously I won't.

I'm frustrated because I had big plans to get back to writing this fall: I am steeling my nerves to finish a little in love, now and then, which has lingered on far too long without being finished. I was going to be all ready to go by the time my kids were back in school and...well...I am not yet ready. Everything just took a little longer than I expected and then my grandfather passed away (the funeral is this weekend), and it's all just been a lot at once, and I don't feel at all ready to take on a new project. I mean, I had a number of "getting ready" activities I was going to do, and I haven't done them, and I can still do them, it's just not where I expected to be right now. Kind of like last year when I got covid and took all of September having covid and recovering from having covid and being exhausted. How does anyone get anything done in this crummy world?!!

Also, I guess Bleach Returns is coming up sooner than I expected, in the sense that if I want to do anything for that (which I do), I should be working on that in the near term, except that I've put off a little in love for so long and I don't want to keep putting it off. I think maybe the answer is to try to do some drawing for BR instead of writing this year, and try to keep my efforts low-key.

The upshot of all of this is just that I'm not ready to get back to work even though I thought I would be by this time. I do intend to start these updates up again soon, but I just wanted to put this one out there so no one is expecting anything from me. I want to want to write, but I simply do not have the time or the energy or any ideas whatsoever, so I'm just trying to get thru the stuff that's in front of me, and we'll see what happens after that.

[hislittleraincloud]

How Goes Satisfying Afterburn Chapter 8

It's going/taking some real shape finally. I don't even know how I got stuck on the graphics, but I did. It was a blockage. It's being tended to.

As for the story itself, Parts 1 and 3 will be mostly Wenovan-centric (it is their story, after all), though in all three parts the Nightshades will feature in some way:

Picking up where 7 left off plus a big Wenjax (🐦‍⬛Ravenstone🪨) scene in Part 1

Nightshades on the rooftop in Part 3 to bring them full circle

The Nightshades will feature most heavily in Part 2

Actually, Part 2 is more about other peoples' feelings than Wenovan's, though they're still present. Morticia and Gomez have their own scene (finally), and we'll get some humor in there with Laurel and Hardy Tyler. (Gasp, humor with Gatesmonster? Don't worry, there's no pee or poo involved...this time.) And I already posted a preview of Xavier and Donovan in the cruiser/where he was being transferred from holding in Jericho to Burlington.

I know no one but one of the ficwives cares for him, but Chancellor will play a key role throughout, even if we don't see him much at all.

For the future/Afterburn 2:

Yes, Larissa will be in it.

Yes, Xavier will also be in it, along with his father. There will be many parents involved in 2. ETA: Given what I've found out that has rock solid proof behind it, Percy Hynes White leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. It's entirely possible that I might just recast his stupid ass, though I don't really want to since his father is perfect casting for Vincent Thorpe and I've already got that in my creative mind. I just don't know now. Deletion of his character/family altogether like they're going to do in Wednesday 2 is not an option at this time.

Pugsley going to Nevermore in AB2 was also a thing before we knew he was coming to Nevermore in canon. And yes, he's bringing the dog.

There will be historical chapters (so yeah, we're going to be seeing Crackstone and Goody, but we'll also be seeing others and more Gates Family).

There will be a major character death that will more than likely happen either at the end of 2 or the beginning of 3. Their death is mainly out of spite for the shitty writers/M&G. (Don't fucking worry, it's not fucking Enid...as much as I'm tempted. She has her part to play in 2 and 3.)

3 is still far off, but I'm thinking it will be the wrap of the main Wenovan story. It really depends on how thickly I can cover them in 2 along with all the other crap. We'll have to see how 2 progresses because shit happens and stories change all the time (honestly, I had no concept of exactly who Chancellor was going to be until I started fleshing out Parents' Weekend 💀).

One thing about the sequel is that the Goodmen parts will likely be hard to read, and by that I mean hard to stomach. I doubt that anything that I write in there will even be half as heinous as the shit the real-life Christian nationalist Nazis are spewing as we breathe, but be forewarned that there will likely be distasteful/blunt language in there. The Goodmen are really no different than the idiots who follow The Orange Fuckstain. Escapism be damned, the real-world villains (like the Breedings) are scarier than any 'monster' attending Nevermore.

I'm tired and have some shit to do this week, but I might publish a section of 8 that's 'finished' for a preview...we'll see.

Oh, and I want

[regular-lord-reckoner]

okay, i'm back (for a second anyway, hello)

i'm feeling a bit better since last time i wrote, so that's something.

i finally have some good news for a change!!!

i had my second ultrasound with my gyn and got to actually meet with the doctor afterwards and they went over everything with me a lot more in depth and didn't give me any push back on not wanting kids, they just explained to me what my best option would actually be considering all my symptoms given what's going on

from my second ultrasound they did still see what looks like a polyp so now given that i have a history of polyps an ablation wouldn't really be the best option because if they needed to go in again to biopsy or if there was bleeding it would be harder to tell what was going on because of that and it also apparently wouldn't help that much with the rest of my period symptoms considering it's not a guarantee that it'd stop them completely, it would just lessen it significantly but if i'm looking to stop all of it that's not really going to be my best option

so!! the plan right now is this: on the 9th i'm going to go in and they're going to put me to sleep (FINALLY)

just kidding, but they are going to do a dnc, get that polyp and all that stuff in there out and send that off to be biopsied just to make sure nothing's cancer-y in there and for the time being and while i'm still fucking asleep they're going to stick an iud up in there !!

and honestly......truthfully....if they find something on the biopsy that warrants me getting the whole thing taken out/shut down, that's fine by me as well, let's go.

if not, we'll just....let 41 year old me deal with getting that iud replaced but that at least will hopefully give me a few years peace of mind and hopefully....................less or even no periods, please god

i'm on one currently and i just...no more. i'm not even able to take those big ass pills i mentioned before because i'm off a lot of vitamins and whatnots to get ready for my procedure and that one can be bad for clotting so i can't take it and am getting the full thing this time (i also feel like it just....knows something's about to happen and it's fighting back)

but yeah, i can definitely live with that plan and i feel like i'm in good hands with this doctor so finger's crossed everything goes well and this works out and hopefully too this will help some with my mental health because i do think that's been contributing to some of what i've been going through/feeling lately

i think some of it too is probably just good old burnout as per usual. i realized why i fell into that pattern of taking long breaks from work which ended up screwing myself over, but it was because sitting there for several hours straight and feeling like i have to focus on just this one thing and one thing only and even then there aren't enough hours in the week to get it all done and it just compounds and leaves me drained

like yeah, neither schedule was ultimately doing me any good, but at least i wasn't as exhausted before. i'm sure i'll figure this out eventually even if it does mean changing jobs or just...something.

for now i still thinking getting a second job is going to be my best bet, especially now that i'm adding more medical debt to my plate, like something's gonna have to give or these grocery stores are going to have to lower their prices quickly because it's uh....rough without those extra ten hours every week now.

i'll figure it out and the good news is i have a week off coming up so hopefully that'll help me reset and give me time to really think about what i want my next move to be here as far as managing all of this.

i'll also be taking that time off because it's right around the first anniversary of my dad's passing and i know i'm probably making it bigger in my head than it really ought to be, but it's been like a jumpscare in my head every time i think about how it's already been a year

being that this month is that and then a week later his birthday i just...am not looking forward to it because i know i'm just going to be a mess and while it would probably be a good distraction for me to work and focus on other things, i just....don't want to.

if maybe i can just be really, really fucking sad for a whole week and feel whatever i need to feel and process all of that maybe then i can finally start to get better and get back to myself and life and everything, but for right now i'm just dreading it and bracing myself as best as i can.

anyway, didn't really want to end on a downer note, but i guess that's just what's been going on lately. overall, though, i am excited about this procedure as weird as that may sound and i'm really hoping it'll be a good thing

i'm going to try to continue taking it easy and getting as much rest as i can because that's what my body is begging me for and being that this procedure is gonna have me at the hospital at 5 fucking am on a friday after another long week of work i'm all for that so back to rest mode i go and hopefully next time you hear from me i'll have even more good news :3

hope you're all doing well <3

[ciaossu-imagines]

Hey did you get my pms? Hope you're well today

Hey there! So…I've been told by several of you lovely readers that you really appreciate how I'm always really kind to all of you and really understanding. And I try really hard to be kind, to make this a happy, peaceful, fun blog for you guys. And I'm really sorry for anyone I'm going to disappoint here because I'm not going to be as nice as I normally am.

I have received your direct messages. I was sleeping because it was late at night when they came in Thursday night. So I wasn't able to read them until Friday morning before work. I then worked a full shift, as I do have a job that takes up quite a bit of my time, so I wasn't able to answer right away and honestly, I needed to take some time and think about how I wanted to reply to them because of things I'll cover later on. This came into my account around the time I was eating an early-ish supper on Saturday, so the messages hadn't even been sitting unanswered for very long, to be honest. As said, I work a job, volunteer with Mental Health, have to sleep and eat, have regular therapy appointments, have friends in real life I try to see in person or reply to their texts with some regularity (even though sometimes it can take me days or even a week to even answer friends texts) so I don't have as much online time available and what time I have online is largely spent lately writing the actual requests and posts for the blog (mostly in advance, and then finding the time to proof and then post them), clearing my inbox and draft folders. I've been honest and upfront always on this blog that I'm very much trash on replying to private messages and that it does take me a while to find the extra time, and social battery as I am an introvert and sometimes just can't find it in me to want to talk to people directly, to want to message back. On top of that, I had five other people waiting for replies to their direct messages to me that I hadn't replied to either at that point, now four of them, and some of their messages have honestly been sitting there for over a week. I am working on answering people back, but please respect the fact that it can take time and, maybe because of my neurodivergence, but reminders that the direct messages are there and hey, answer them because someone is waiting make me feel really pressured and stressed and definitely not eager to reply or talk to a person.

Now, since you brought this into a publicly answerable space by coming into the inbox, and because honestly, I've been really struggling with how to respond to your messages, I'm going to respond publicly, because most of it I would like to share with everyone who reads this blog. I mean no active disrespect to you by doing so, and will apologize in advance if you take it that way. Below is the private messages sent to me.

First, I do want to say, I do see the compliments in the message. I really appreciate them, they're very kind words, I appreciate the time you took to write them and the fact that reading my posts inspires you to write as well. Thank you very much for every compliment written.

Now, we'll tackle the answers, and things I did want to say, not only to this person but to everyone, step by step. I'm really glad that this person, and many of the others who read my stuff, do see the amount of effort I put into each and every one of my posts. Especially with the AU's, for most of them I really do take at least a day or two, sometimes longer, to really think them out, build up the worlds, figure out how the characters would really translate to this newly built up world, how they'd interact with each other in it, how their relationships in canon can be translated over. For some AU's, I do go and do research to build the actual world…going to use the most recently posted AU here, the mall AU with Eyeshield 21. As mentioned in that post, I went and actually pulled up maps of a mall to consider all the potential stores and since Deimon was really the focus and I set them working at a Cabela's like store, I was like…I know I've been in a Cabela's but how are the stores laid out again, what are all the different sections in a Cabela's and not only did I go look on their website but I phoned a friend I'd been meaning to hang out with anyway and was like 'shopping date? Only thing I ask for stores is that we stop by a Cabela's and you don't make fun of the fact that I'm not going to buy anything, just want to walk the store haha'. With the AU's, the match-up's, the headcanon requests, I'll sometimes even get stuck on whether an idea in my head really matches up with the character and does truly feel right, so I either go watch clips of the character or research, see what trivia I can dig up to either double-check what I already know, or see if I missed anything. So you are right in that, yeah, there is a lot of effort put into my posts and my writing. And I am so, so, SO happy and not at all bothered by putting in that amount of effort. Writing these posts, coming up with the ideas, spinning everything out, it is fun for me, it is something I enjoy, so please don't think that I am complaining about that, just wanting to explain why I'm going to go the direction I am in this reply.

Plain out blanket rule on this blog - if you see something on here you love and you come up with story ideas, with additional headcanons, with something you want to write, draw, do anything creative with? Please, please feel free to do so and to share those things publicly if you are comfortable. I do ask that you give me or my post credit for inspiration, because that would be the polite thing to do and tagging me in it so I can see what you did and geek out and love up on it would make me very happy, but I will be able to shrug it off if you don't, with the only exception to this being The Ever Young, where I do demand credit at the very least because that is at least a year, if not more, of solid world building and character building on my side.

Honestly, even though the AU's and even some of the headcanon posts have given me serious story ideas and I would love to, and plan on, finding the time and creative energy to properly write them out, the fact of the matter is that as writers, based on that one idea, both me and someone else can write it as a story and our stories are honestly probably going to be drastically different, because we'll have different ideas, different views of characters and relationships, different styles and tones to our writing. And I get being inspired by others - I've never made it a secret that the delinquent!Shouhei fic I write and post on here is inspired by some absolutely brilliant and inspiring headcanons shoheiakagi (if you're a fan of K and not following them, please click the link and check them out because they are wonderful and I personally really love their blog and how they help keep the K fandom so alive and active) wrote on their blog and that without those, the fic wouldn't exist.

This particular person though? I'm not sure I love the idea of you taking my ideas and running with them for one very important reason, and maybe it's really mean and petty of me, but it's the reason text on that screengrab of the messages is highlighted. Please make no mistake - what I do on this blog, the headcanons, the AU's, the match-up…everything, really. This is all very, very VERY much writing, just as much so as writing fic. I've written, in my storied fandom career (which started on Quizilla, way back in 2002 guys, yes I am the cryptkeeper), short fic, long fic, roleplaying posts - both as an original character and as canon characters, comfort letters to people from their favourite characters, quizzes, choose your own adventure stories, and what you see posted on this blog and my former one polycanons. And I can absolutely guarantee you that they are all forms of writing, that they all can be extremely time-consuming and hard to write in their own ways, that they all take effort and creativity. To reduce what I do on this blog into 'not exactly writing'…to be honest, I struggled with whether to even answer the messages and how to do so because I do accept my neurodivergence means I might overreact to things at times and I wanted to give my brain time and space to really think on what you sent to see if I was potentially overreacting. But honestly, it's now Sunday, three days after the messages were sent and while I would have liked a little more time to process and think about this, this person seems to want a more immediate answer so… I might be overreacting and I might be being petty, but I am also stating my truth when I say that the way that was worded came off to me as so incredibly dismissive of my hard work on my posts and a little disrespectful of me as an actual writer, to the point where it really invalidated any compliments you did give.

Honestly, while I love each and every single one of you, my constant, lovely readers, and will terribly miss you (my heart will, honestly, ache a little over the loss and I will carry you lovelies in my heart and wish you well) I will ask, as I'm asking this person, that if you really honestly and truly hold the opinion that what I do here on the blog is 'not exactly writing', if you can't even give me that baseline of respect, then please unfollow me and please do not use the ideas that I, as a writer, come up with.

[lady-lycany]

I hate how NNN is basically no fap culture how it’s a sin to jerk off and whatnot, if you’ve seen that twitter post circling around on how it originated on no fap Reddit which is super incel culture ish, but I also have massive problems with both being horny all the time and jerking off all the time… I probably do it 6 times a day at this point and half of it is just out of boredom to feel something… I tried and lasted almost one day but then decided to have “one last one” but then kept moving it by a day… until I gave up and actually also even bought a new sex toy yesterday because my old one is starting to break and am getting it tomorrow 👍 for me it’s also about self control and it looks like I have zero when it comes to being horny lol

I wake up, almost immediately do it; then during the evening, then right after I shower, then as I’m in bed on my phone about to go to sleep, then right before I sleep… it’s a problem and I can’t help it. Also watch a ton of porn but have tried to limit it in the past… probably gonna do that again since that’s the main issue really but problem is I probably have adhd or at least have random intrusive thoughts 24/7 so my mind just completely wanders every single time, even including sex, my head starts playing a freaking random song or gets random thoughts while I have sex…

I’ve mentioned it a few times very privately before but I’m not really able to talk to my friends about this so I’m glad I can at least say it here

Even though I'm very open when it comes to this topic, I definitely understand and relate that you can't really talk to most people about this topic. I'm glad that my best friend and I are pretty fcked up in the same way. Honestly, it barely passes a week where I don't do it at all, and especially in the last 6 months it became a lot more (not masturbation itself, but my mind was dirty, as soon as I woke up, until I went to bed. And now, where I ignore this topic in the daytime and distract myself, I have very weird dreams that include dirty stuff lol). I also have been at a point a while ago, where I tried to gain distance to all this because of religious blabla but I developed such a "fuck it" mindset, that I really don't care about it anymore. I don't have a partner, I never did, I'm almost 24, and while others in my age fuck around I just imagine scenarios or watch porn and do it myself. I mean... why not? It just shouldn't take over my whole fcking personality (as it did in the last couple of weeks lol) So I think this break is really important for my brain to reset. If you do it about 6 times a day, while watching porn, you may or may not also know the struggle that eventually normal "dirty" isn't dirty enough anymore. At least I can say about me that I already saw a lot of weird n wrong stuff, talking about all directions, and right know, I at least have a main kink again, that isn't completely morally questionable lmao. Last year, I also tried to do the full nnn but only managed to stay strong for 14 days. I really wanna do the whole month this time, but the week before my period I lose any self control when it comes to this 😂 So yea... We'll see how far I come this time...

What I've noticed in the last months is, having a dirty mind and imagining stuff is so much more fun to me than actual masturbation. Because if it's over, it's over, u know? But if you don't do it, your mind stays all day long in this hyped up mindset and I have lots of giggles and yea... And the right music for the imagination is like the cherry on top 😆🤌

[djeterg19]

I want to be excited about the sex after reconciliation thing but for all we know they're gonna cut or shorten the scenes leading up to it and we won't get the full weight of their feelings or relationship. my dream would be that top confronts mew and tells him he's done, mew has a heart to heart with his moms who help him see reason, he calls top over (please let him initiate it) and then they finally talk it all out. and then after that there better not be anymore surprises or cheap drama but I don't have much faith right now since they basically told us topmew are considered an afterthought and all bc they catered to the dumb ass fans. I really really hope they prove me wrong but idk anymore.

I mean if they are listening to fan feedback...I doubt they will cut scenes this week. There was quite a bit of backlash at the preview scene being cut that Jojo tried several times to get people to calm down and responding with the blurry pic and telling people asking to wait and soon when asking when Mew would smile again or when a good TopMew episode would be. And I usually have a rule to not bug a creator like that but if that's what it takes for them to understand that we want TopMew and ForceBook scenes kept...and I just saw that GMMTV is basing things more off of engagement than how well a show does so it looks like who screams the loudest will win is the new world order. But honestly who knows...it's disappointing and frustrating to know that we aren't getting the story they envisioned due to fans not understanding the characters.

Going back and rewatching the preview definitely made me more confident that Top will draw a line in the sand with Mew. His tone is a lot harsher than it's been since the breakup. If not...well we'll see if they make it work. For me, they've dragged it out long enough and if TopMew reconciles next episode there better not be another breakup since they already did that essentially with Boeing. And yes I need them to TALK to each other. Ideally Mew has a heart to heart with his moms and he decides to truly give Top another chance and they actually hash things out. And then I only want fluffy happy times in episode 12. We've suffered enough. This is me right now:

[basilfang]

so, we should go there, right?

I mean, I don't see why not. We haven't got anything much planned this week. It's only an hour and a half by train to the nearest city, and a forty minute bus to Brownmouth. Going to see your sister takes longer.

We haven't bee on an adventure in a while, anyway. And I did win £200 last Tuesday, so we could use that and not eat into our budget much. Idiot manager thought anyone but me would win the work prize. Plus, a little day trip never hurt anyone.

We could see if they have any cool shops.

I doubt it, but Frome isn't too far away and Carly told there's a bunch of independent shops there. I've been meaning to buy Christmas presents.

That's three months away.

Yeah, well I like being prepared.

Hey, Vic - I know I've been telling you about this whole thing and how interesting, and you've read through the documents now as many times as I have, I think. It's weird, yeah, but does anything seem off to you?

I don't think so. It's just a folklore research project. Everything seems within the realm of local country weirdness

This is gonna sound crazy, but you know Interview 3, and 5?

The ones about the maggots and the ghosts?

Yeah. Strangely, something about those interviews strike me like the people aren't talking about it like folklore, but more like it happended.

What do you mean?

What if the stuff in here isn't just legend, what if it's real?

Blood deer, vampires, dead giants and ghosts are real. That's what you're saying?

Well, maybe not all of the subjects. Some interviews just have a vibe to them.

Hey, remember the last few pages? There was a bunch of typos, and it wasn't really finished properly? Maybe this is just a draft of the project. I mean we did find it in a storage facility sale. I doubt this version was ever meant to be read. The finished project probably makes more sense than what we have.

True. It has been 8 years since the interviews were conducted. The students who wrote it probably aren't around, they'll have been to and finished uni by now. Who knows where Sylvia and Archie are.

We could still ask around about the stuff.

Oh my god, I'm a genius!

Orlando the Genius, the very same man who ate soap because he was convinced it must be a cookie, due to its smell and shape. This morning.

Okay in this instance, maybe not others, I'm a genius. I'm working on my portfolio, right? And I have been in a slump, not sure what to photograph, so I could go there and see if anything might be interesting!

That's true, that is a smart idea actually, and we'll be received more easily by the locals than if we came and said 'hey, we found a research document about your weird little town, tell us about the undead creatures of the moor, please'

When should we head there?

Well, wanna make it a weekend thing? See what accomodation they've got?

Why not. Me and you, we've not had a get away in forever.

Yeah. Long overdue. I'll look at accommodation, you look at booking the train?

Of course. I'll listen to some scary folk music to get me into the mood. I can tell this town is gonna be full of ... curiosities.

[familyvideostevie]

𝟭𝟮 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀: 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗻 

day ten: caroling with eddie | fluff, love confession, 1.2k 12 days of christmas masterlist

The only reason you and Eddie get roped into caroling is because it's too cold for everyone to bike home. He and Steve rock-paper-scissored for it and Eddie lost so here you are, shivering a little, watching the young teenagers in your life sing to the people of Hawkins. The song book that Mrs.Wheeler made for everyone pokes out of your pocket and your arm is tight around your boyfriend's elbow as you whisper so the kids don't hear you.

El and Dustin are the loudest and probably the most on-key, which doesn't surprise you. Will keeps elbowing Mike to sing louder and Max and Lucas have kept their arms linked the entire night so far. You and Eddie maintain your distance as you walk around the neighborhood, chatting and making sure everyone is warm enough to keep going. He's telling you what he got Wayne this year while the group sings "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" very cheerily. 

"I know it's just shelves, but I'm just gonna put 'em up myself when he's at work on Christmas Eve so he can put new mugs up whenever he wants. And then I've got a new thermos for him to take to work because he said his old one has started leaking." Eddie pulls his arm from your grip and drapes it over your shoulders instead, tucking you closer into his side. His hair tickles your face but you don't mind. The tip of his nose is pink and you bet that his ears are too, if you could see them.

"You're pretty," you tell him, like you're just stating facts. "And that's a great idea, Wayne will love it." Eddie looks at you like you've grown two heads then laughs quietly, his cheeks darkening from the compliment. He squeezes your bicep and taps your chin with his free hand, looking like he's about to say something but before he can the kids come ambling down the walk, chatting and full of energy. 

"That was great," you say instead, meaning it. They mostly ignore you as they rush to the next house, though El shoots you a smile. You and Eddie tail them and Will knocks on the door. A boy who looks even younger than Erica answers in Snoopy pjs.

"Hi," Will chirps. "We'd like to sing you a Christmas carol." The boy looks behind him into his house and then back at the door like he's not sure what to do. 

"Uh," he says. "We're Jewish." Will is not phased.

"We've got those songs, too!" he says. "Well, just one, but it's good, I swear!" The kids flip around in their booklets until they're all ready and then they break out into a slightly wobbly version of "The Dreidel Song."

"They're pros," Eddie says proudly. "What did you get me for Christmas?" He's trying to catch you off guard, has been for weeks, but you haven't budged. 

"Is it December 25th?" you ask him. He groans. "Then you don't get to know, Munson." You got him a new guitar strap with Corroded Coffin embroidered on it and a ring to replace the one he lost somewhere in the van last month. You have no idea what he got you -- other than he's so excited to show you that he seriously requested that you not ask him about it because he might actually ruin the surprise. 

The kids finish their song and bid the little boy goodnight. They're heading to the next house when Max decides she's had enough of you two. "Hey, gross couple! You wanna pull your weight?" Lucas laughs into her shoulder like she's the funniest thing in the world. 

"I don't remember signing up to sing, Red," Eddie says. "I remember saying we'll very graciously drive you home instead of letting you freeze your asses off."

"Aren't you in a band?" she continues, like he hasn't even spoken. You know very well that she knows he's in a band, since he's been teaching her how to play guitar on the weekends for a few months now. 

"Yeah, Eddie," Dustin adds. "Unless you can't really sing." Eddie shoots Dustin a withering glare but the kid doesn't budge. 

"We'll sing at the next house," you tell them. 

"We will?" Eddie says. 

"Hurry up, though," you continue. "It's cold and none of you have gloves even though I told you to bring some. First person to complain about cold fingers is walking!" You're kidding, of course, but they all grumble and head to the next house anyway. 

Mike eyes you both as Will rings the next doorbell, so you stand right behind them with your songbook open. Will selects "Jingle Bells." You sing softly, barely looking at the song book and mostly looking at Eddie. He really can sing, and you know it. You've seen Corroded Coffin enough to have proof, and he sings to you sometimes in his bedroom, soft rock songs that are a little slower than his normal stuff but you love them. So you barely pay attention to your own voice and listen to his gravely one as he repeats the chorus with the ghost of a smile on his face every time Dustin looks back to make sure he's singing. 

You're overcome, suddenly. With all of it -- the sweetness of the evening, the friendship of the kids around you, the joy Eddie fills you with. The love he fills you with from nose to toes, igniting the blood in your veins and making your heart feel like it's going to burst out of your chest. He looks so lovely and he's yours and you love him. 

You let it slip during the final chorus, so quietly you're not sure he hears you. "I love you," you say, looking right at him. He jerks his head up sharply, the lyrics lost on his lips, and you know he heard. But you don't regret it. Though you've never said it, surely he already knew. 

The kids finish and the family claps and Eddie smiles so wide, wider than you've ever seen and he grabs your hand and squeezes. You feel every ridge of his rings and you grin back at him. Now that they've gotten when they wanted from you, Max and Dustin practically ignore the way you're mooning each other as everyone heads to the next house, but you two don't move.

Eddie reaches up to cup your jaw. His smile has softened, but his eyes are bright and wide, his expression the definition of soft. "I love you," he says. "God, I love you." He leans in slowly, teasingly, brushing his nose against yours once, twice, as your eyelids flutter closed. You make a low sound in your throat and he finally surges forward to kiss you, fingers firm on your face but lips soft, coaxing. He kisses you like he loves you right there in someone else's front yard. 

"Oh my god," Dustin yells. "Can we get a move on?" Eddie moves a little but doesn't stop kissing you, and you just know he's flipping Dustin the bird. 

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[hyunsuks-beanie]

I Love You Too, Love

Bang Chan x reader; just some good ol' tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: My first attempt at writing a real scenario lmao. Do lmk how it was❤Also, it's funny how I'm an anti-romantic to the core, but it all goes out the window when it's Chan

Coming back home at night after a long day at uni/work, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle and watch a nice movie with Chan. Your best friend had been on tour with his group, Stray Kids, for the past three months, and the daily messages and FaceTime calls were not nearly enough to stop you from missing him like crazy. The teeny tiny (or so you insisted) crush that you had on him, didn't help either. You missed his voice, his tight hugs, the way he would always listen to rant about your day, the way he would always know what to say, the way his smile would light up your day, everything. While he did try to fill the gap by still listening to your rants on a daily basis on FaceTime, it just wasn't the same without him being there in person.

Sighing, you unlock your door, expecting to be met with pitch darkness. Instead, what you saw made you drop your bag to the floor, as tears welled up in your eyes. There, standing in the middle of your living room, was Chan, your best friend, who was supposed to be away for yet another month. Not able to believe your eyes, you pinch yourself, only to realize that he is indeed there, in the flesh, smiling at you as if you mean the world to him (unbeknownst to you, you most certainly do).

"Missed me?," he asks, and you suddenly find yourself running towards him at full speed, crashing into his chest and wrapping your arms around him in the tightest hug ever. This causes Chan to slightly lose his balance, and makes him laugh heartily before placing a gentle kiss atop your head. "I missed you too, love. So so so much."

After staying like that for a solid two minutes, you finally break free, glaring up at him playfully. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming home?," You ask, trying your best to suppress your smile and appear angry. This causes him to chuckle before cheekily saying, "If I had told you, I wouldn't have been able to seen your true happiness at seeing me. If you already knew, you would probably have acted as if you're disgusted that I'm back, and we didn't want that now, did we?"

You shove his chest slightly, before finally turning your head towards the dining table, only to be met with the sight and aroma of all your favourite dishes, that Chan had apparently spent all evening trying to make. "You must be hungry. Freshen up and let's dig in, I'm starving," He says, pushing you lightly towards the bathroom. While getting changed, you finally register the fact that your heart is hammering in your chest, reminding you that the man standing in your living room means so much more to you than just your best friend.

Being away from Chan for months has made you realize that what you feel for him is much more than just a crush. You may very well be in love with him, but you're too scared to admit it because neither do you want to face rejection, nor can you bring yourself to put his career at risk. With these thoughts in mind, you finally exit the bathroom, sighing deeply to yourself.

You don't, however, notice that Chan too, is in a dilemma of his own. Before going on tour, he too, knew that he liked you. But being away from you made him realize that you are his home, and that he would much rather be with you than with anyone else. He has been planning to confess today, and has been trying to gauge your feelings ever since you came back home. Your sigh doesn't escape him, and, full of concern, he asks, "What's wrong, love? Got something on your mind? You know you can always tell me." Truth be told, he's worried and scared that you already know about his feelings, and don't reciprocate them. He fails to see your knees going week and a blush creeping up your cheeks at the nickname, and instead, all he notices is you giving him a small smile and saying, "Not at all Channie, I'm completely fine. Now let's eat up before the food goes cold."

Once you guys get a couple bites in, the awkward atmosphere starts easing once again. Chan tells you all about the tour and all the places he saw. "London was the best, but I wish you were there. You would have enjoyed the London Eye." "Well then, you'll have to take me there one day." You tell him about how life has been back in Seoul, ranting about your annoying professor/boss, and he tells you about all the small trinkets that he saw at souvenir shops that reminded him of you. "That charm bracelet was so you, I just had to buy it." "You didn't have to Chan. I don't need any gifts, having you back home is enough."

After dessert, you ask him if he'd stay the night, and he says that since he has the week off, the boys don't expect him to back at dorms until the following morning. "So.....you're staying?," You ask with a small smile tugging at your lips. He smiles back at you lovingly, and ruffles your hair before saying, "Yes love, I'm staying. Now let's watch a movie."

After picking the movie, you come back to sit on the couch next to Chan, throwing your legs across his lap. Now it's his turn to blush, but unlike him, you're not oblivious to his reddening cheeks. "Awww, is Channie blushing? Why? This isn't the first time I've thrown my legs over your lap," You chuckle, causing him to hide his face in his hands. "Yeah but, I've really missed this being away from you all this while," He smiles warmly.

The first half of the movie goes by with the both of you making random comments about it. At one particular scene where the characters are having nachos, Chan suddenly exclaims, "Salsa reminds me, the boys and I learnt a little Salsa during our time in Italy, and I really wanted to teach you some of the moves." "Me?," You ask, bewildered, causing Chan to become shy and start stuttering. "I-I m-mean if you w-want to. It's o-okay if y-you don't."

You're having a hard time trying not to melt into a puddle at his cuteness, as you force your mouth to open, and say, "No Chan, I'd love to." "Really?," He returns to his giggly self, as he gets up off the couch and extends his hand out for your to take. You smile and take his hand, and he brings you to the center of the room. "Just one sec," He says, pausing to pick the music on his phone. Once he's done, he places his phone on the table, and starts guiding you through the dance, one step at a time, with the movie being nothing more than a long-forgotten background noise. "Left foot forward, right foot backward. That's right, now dip, and come back. Now place your leg on my waist....," You both freeze at this, realizing what he just said. It's only then that you notice just how close you are to him, and the familiar feeling of your heart racing comes back. You both stare at each other, hypnotized, before your eyes flick to his lips and back up to his eyes. When he does the same, you timidly ask, "Can I kiss you?"

That's all it takes to break Chan out of his trance, as he crashes his lips onto yours, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You don't even notice that he is backing you up, until you feel your back hit the wall. His lips taste sweet and a little spicy, which you attribute to the food you had earlier. The kiss is soft but full of emotions, and even though it does seem a bit cliche, you can feel fireworks fly. The butterflies in your stomach every time you see Chan seem to have been replaced by a whole zoo, and you can't help but smile into the kiss. This causes Chan to break into a smile as well, before he gently lets go.

"I really want to keep kissing you because God have I been waiting to do that for years, but I feel like I need to get this off my chest first," He says, shy once again. "I like you, a hell lot. Actually no, screw that, I think I'm already in love with you. I've known this for a long time, but I was just scared to admit it. Being away from you during the tour made me realize that I want to be more than just 'best friends' with you. I want to call you 'mine,' and I want to be yours." "Oh Channie, you don't know how much I have wanted to hear you say that you love me too, this distance has been a wake-up call for me too, but I was just so scared of jeopardizing either our friendship, or your career. And I can't have either of those two." "Don't worry about my career, we'll find a way out love. Just say the word, say that you love me." To this, you gawk at him, before saying, "I gave you a speech on that just now, didn't I? Of course I love you." "Yeah but you didn't explicitly say that you love me, idiot. But now that you've said the right words, I legit feel like the happiest man on earth." You shove him slightly before wrapping your arms around his torso. "So, now that we've got our feelings sorted, what does that mean for us?" "Well, for starters, I think it means that my nickname for you just took on a literal meaning," Chan smirks. You pout at this, but then say, "I love you Channie." He places his chin in your head, and says, "I love you too, love."

[stardusttrashed]

Let's Play - Karasuno Team

Day 10 of Ficmas - multipath Haikyuu series

Ficmas Masterlist

WC: 2.7K

AN: I wanna try something new with this. I thought it'd be fun to try to make a choose your own path series. It'll probably be mostly friends to lovers💙💙 Idk we'll see how it goes

“Sorry to interrupt,” you called out with faux confidence, sending an inviting smile toward the handful of guys spread out around the gym. It didn’t look like everyone had arrived yet; the large gym still fairly empty. The few there were still busy setting up the equipment. You ignored the quiet mummers scattered across the room as you searched for one person in particular.

“Who’s the hottie?”

“Do one of you know her?”

“It’s the girl of my dreams!”

“Please stop trying to scare her off; just act normal for once.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, subconsciously hugging yourself to combat the increasing feeling of being out of place. You felt like an intruder without a familiar face there to greet you like promised. The longer you stood there, the more you could feel your faux confidence draining from you like ice melting under the summer sun.

“This is the right place, right?” you quietly muttered to yourself after a few minutes that felt like forever of looking around. You glanced up at the clock on the wall, your eyes lingering on the seconds ticking away before landing back on the court with a sigh. He said he’d be here, so where was he? He never broke a promise before, but maybe he forgot.

“Heya,” you called out a little louder, demanding the full attention of the group of boys closest to you.

The light grey-haired boy was the first to look at you with a curious expression. The one with a buzz cut and the shorter boy- who was almost your height, maybe even shorter- turned almost at the same time, both of their eyes going wide momentarily before they tried to play it off. Though, when you think about it, you don’t remember those two ever really looking away from you ever since you stepped into the gym.

“Sorry to bother y’all, but any of you know a first-year? Bout yay high,” you held your hand like an inch above your head. “Absolute sweetheart? Orange-.”

“Wait, is she talking bout…?” The shorter one looked back and forth between the grey-haired and buzzed-cut one with a dumbfounded expression.

“Y/n,” a voice you had grown fond of over the last few weeks shouted enthusiastically. Hinata peeked out of the supply closet with a broom in hand. Slowly but surely, a wide, eager smile stretched across his face. “You came! You actually came!” The broomstick he was holding clattered against the wood floor, further bringing attention to himself.

You watched with an amused smile as the orange-haired ball of energy charged towards you with open arms, “Hinata! Course I came, ya dummy! You invited me, didn't ya?” Giggles spilled from your lips as you closed the distance, practically tackling the boy in a hug.

“I mean, yeah,” he wrapped his arms around your waist tighter, “I did, but I didn’t think-.”

“Hey,” an agitated voice called out, making you and Shoyo quickly retract from each other as if you two had been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to. “I know you’re not expecting me to pick that up for you.” The grumpy raven-haired boy stopped himself short, gaping at you and Shoyo for a minute before looking away with a quiet ‘tch.’ “Just come pick it up, dumbass.”

“Ah, right, sorry, Kageyama.” Shoyo smiled at you reassuringly, “I’ll be quick, ‘kay?” He waited until you nodded in response before taking off in a full-on sprint across the gym.

“So, you and Hinata, huh?” The shorter boy spoke, trying to keep his cool as he walked towards you despite the clear blush painted across his cheeks. “Didn’t think he had a girlfriend,” he glanced at you through the corner of his eyes, gauging your response.

You erupted with laughter, startling the boy next to you, “me?! With sunshine?” You shook your head profusely as your laughter died out into giggles. “No way!” You took a mental note that you two were practically the same height before continuing. “Don’t get me wrong,” you took a few steadying breaths, forcing yourself to stop laughing. “He’s great and sweet, cute, even, but we’re just friends.”

“So, you’re not seeing anyone then,” he blurted out without thinking. He turned towards you with wide eyes and cherry red cheeks as if he had just realized what he said. “Woah, I- well.”

“Hey y/n,” Hinata cut in with a shout, trotting over to you. “Think you can finally show me how to do some of those receives?” Hinata’s bright smile quickly disappeared, replaced by an apologetic smile as the other boy stepped between the both of you.

“Too good to keep learning from me, huh, Hinata?” He pointed an accusing finger at Hinata, gritting his teeth in an attempt to intimidate the slightly taller yet younger boy. “What, you think she’s better than me or something?”

“Maybe I am,” you piped up with a smug smirk.

“I- wait, no! I didn’t mean-!” Worry filled Shoyo’s face, his wide eyes shooting back and forth between you and the other boy.

“Oi!” the buzz-cut-haired boy jammed his hands into his pockets and stomped over to you. His lips curled up into an attempt at an intimidating snarl, “you think you’re hot shit, huh? Got some major cajones on you, girlie.”

“Sorry about him, please ignore him,” the gray-haired boy pleaded with you, rushing over to put space between you and the snarling boy.

“You may be hot, but there’s no way you’re better than Noya.” He wanted to melt when you started to giggle, wanted to fawn over the sweet sound, but he pushed himself to keep his tough-guy act up instead. “Prove it,” he continued, ignoring the other’s pleas. “Right now, come on, pipsqueak. Let’s play- three on three.”

“Tanaka, you can’t just-.”

You crossed your arms over your chest before taking a challenging step forward. “You’re on, baldy. I call Sunshine and,” your eyes scanned across the gym for the boy Shoyo often related to a vicious tiger. A confident smile spread across your lips as your eyes landed on the overly grumpy black-haired boy across the gym. “And Mr. emo over there,” you pointed at him for extra emphasis, earning a somewhat dumbfounded and annoyed expression from him.

Tanaka pulled his hands out of his pockets, forming fists with both of them, “Tch. Doesn’t matter who you have on your side, ‘cause we have Noya!”

You hummed with an eye roll, “we’ll see. One set, first to twenty-five, yeah? If it’s cool with y’all, I wanna make sure I still have time to work with Sunshine like I promised ‘im.”

“Yeah, of course,” the gray-haired boy answered for his team. A slight blush crept on his cheeks as you sent him a sweet smile before he quickly returned the smile, his eyes closing momentarily. He could hear the other two practically growling behind him as they waited.

“Aw, thanks,” you cooed, “I’m Y/n, by the way.” You smiled cheekily and gave the three guys in front of you a small wave.

“I’m Sugawara, and those two are Tanaka and Nishinoya.”

“Ah, great. Glad I finally get to meet Sho’s friends.” You took Shoyo’s lead and began walking over to the side of the court where Kageyama stood waiting, stopping after a few steps to look over your shoulder, “Oh, and I look forward to beating you cuties!” You turned around and continued to follow behind Shoyo without bothering to see their reactions, an eager smile resting on your lips.

“Ah, uh, Y/n…,” Shoyo’s eyes trailed down to your sweatpants and shoes as you took your final steps towards your side of the net. “You’re not… gonna play in those, are you?”

“Ah! No, course not silly.” You stepped out of your shoes, “so what should I look out for? Seems like shorty there, Nishinoya, is the libero, right?” You pulled your sweatshirt over your head, muffling the last bit of your question.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Shoyo replied enthusiastically, clenching his hands into fists. He watched as you folded your sweatshirt before tossing it in your bag. “He’s super cool and really great at receives. He actually helped me get a lot better when I first joined.”

“So I’ve heard,” you muttered as you took off your sweatpants, revealing your spandex shorts. Shoyo instinctively stepped in front of you like a shield, blocking you from the other’s view. “Okay, what bout the gray-haired sweetheart? Know what,” you waved your hand, swatting the air in front of you, “never mind. I’ll figure it out as we play. More fun that way, anyway.” You did a few stretches with Shoyo’s help before sliding your shoes on.

“Hey, uh, Hinata,” Tanaka called out, hoping you didn’t notice the shaking in his voice. “We’re serving first, aight?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, holding back any teasing comments as you followed Hinata onto the court. Now that you were in front of the net, everything felt a lot more real, the butterflies in your stomach going wild. You really just signed yourself up to play against guys, and not just any guys, but Shoyo’s teammates whose he’s spent hours upon hours bragging to you about. But it was no sweat, right? You’ve played before, spent hours practicing- not nearly as many as Shoyo has, though. You shook your hands in an attempt to shake out the nerves as you just barely bent your knees.

The sound of a hard slap resonated through the gym as Tanaka made the first serve of the game. You watched as the ball came barreling towards you before landing right by your feet.

“Aw yeah! Nice ace serve, Tanaka,” Noya cheered him on.

“Don’t worry, Y/n! I’m sure you’ll get it next time,” Shoyo encouraged you despite Kageyama’s annoyed growl.

You smiled at Shoyo, sending him a quick thumbs-up before preparing for the next serve… which landed in the exact same spot.

“What the hell,” Kageyama growled, turning to you with raging eyes. “It’s not hard-.”

“Ah, well, Tanaka is pretty good at serving,” Shoyo argued in your defense.

“Not that good!” Kageyama barked, failing to hold back his growing agitation. “I thought you said she was as good as Noya.”

You closed your eyes with a seemingly bashful smile, “s-sorry Kageyama.” You scratched the back of your neck sheepishly. “I-I guess I just wasn’t expecting such powerful serves. But don’t worry.” You opened your eyes to look at Kageyama with a cool, confident stare, “I’ll get it next time, kay?”

The intimidatingly cool look in your eyes sent shivers down Kageyama’s spine. He wasn’t exactly sure why, but something about you scared him- not that he’d admit that out loud. The fact that he felt that way when you were still smiling oh so cutely at him only made his fear worse. Who the hell did Hinata bring?

Like flipping a switch, your ditsy act was gone entirely, leaving the sometimes overly competitive girl who trained her ass off day and night. Instead, your eyes were trained on the ball as you lowered into a squat, watching it float in the air before meeting Tanaka’s hand with another loud smack. “Got it,” you yelled as you rushed to the ball, making a perfect receive, “it’s up.” You watched with a dumbfounded expression as Shoyo and Kageyama performed the quick attack Shoyo talked to you about so much. You almost missed it if you were being honest, their attack unfolding within the blink of an eye.

“Alright, Sho! You gotta teach me how you do that some time,” you encouraged him, earning a small embarrassed blush and a quick ‘yeah, anytime.’

The game continued for a while, intense rounds of back and forth that left you breathing heavy and sweaty. For the most part, you two were neck and neck, that was until it was 21-20 and your serve.

All eyes were on you, and the pressure was intense despite this being just a friendly game of three on three. You sent a float serve towards Tanaka, who miscalculated where it’d land- 22. You did a running jump serve next that sped past the three on the other side before landing on the ground with a loud whack- 23. Noya returned your next serve with ease despite it being another float serve, yelling something about ‘rolling thunder.’ You watched with bated breath as Sugawara set the ball towards Tanaka for a spike- 23- 21.

Your cheeks grew warm as Tanaka proceeded to rip his shirt off, flinging it through the air in celebration. “Hey, show-off,” before you could catch yourself, your eyes trailed down his toned chest. “The game’s still going, and we’re still in the lead,” you giggled nervously, looking anywhere but at him.

“Yeah,” Sugawara chimed in with a disapproving look, “c’mon man, put your shirt back on.”

“Why would I?” Tanaka laughed despite sliding his shirt back on. “Did you see how flustered she was? I was throwing her off her game!”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring Tanaka’s and Nishinoya’s laughter, “shut up and serve, baldy! I’m ready to kick y’all’s asses, well mostly just you and shorty- Suga is too much of a sweetheart.”

Sugawara sent you a bashful smile while the other two behind him practically exploded, their faces beet red. Neither of them could seem to really get their head back into the game, too caught up in the fact that you were acknowledging them, unlike Kiyoko. It made it easy to dig Tanaka’s spike only to return it with a clean spike of your own. The final point of the game went to Shoyo with a quick attack.

“Hell yeah, Sunshine,” you squealed excitedly, completely forgetting about the others as you rushed towards him with open arms. “That was awesome,” he swept you in his arms with ease, “you were like wham! And then like bam! And I just- you’re super awesome!” You look over at Kageyama over Shoyo’s shoulder, “You’re super awesome too- kinda scary how good your sets are.”

“Hey,” Nishinoya called out to you, waiting until you let go of Shoyo before continuing, “So, do you actually play…?”

“Yeah,” Shoyo answered before you could speak, “she’s played since middle school, but she’s taking a break this year since she just transferred here, right?” He looked to you for confirmation, a small, eager smile planted on his lips.

You nudged his shoulder with your own, a playful smile tugging on the corners of your lips, “what he said. I still play every now and then- mostly with Sho, but I’m taking a break from teams this year. Wait,” you looked pointedly at Nishinoya and Tanaka, your tone becoming more teasing, “did you think he just asked for my help cause I’m cute?”

Nishinoya stiffened at the question, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red, while Tanaka smacked his lips and looked away embarrassedly. “N-no!”

“You’re not that cute,” Tanaka grumbled under his breath.

“Glad to see some of you got a good warm-up,” a deep, calming voice called out, echoing through the gym.

“Ah- Daichi, I’m-.”

“S-sorry,” you interrupted everyone as you stepped forward. You lowered your head apologetically, “I interrupted their warm-up and-.”

“I- wait! It’s okay,” Daichi quickly reassured you with a worried expression. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare ya. Actually, I saw you guys play a bit- you’ve got some talent. Are you on the girls' team?”

“I-.”

“She just transferred and she’s taking a break,” Shoyo and Nishinoya answered for you simultaneously.

An intrigued smirk played on Diachi’s lips as he gave both of the boys a quick once over. “Right, well we’re looking for a few more managers to help Kiyoko out if you’re interested. I could even ask coach about letting you play a few scrimmages with us during practice.”

“Sign me up! More volleyball and time with Sunshine! I, uh-” you coughed to cover your excitement. “I mean, I can’t wait to do everything I can to help the team grow and be the best!”

“Ah, she’s even cuter when she’s all supportive of the team,” Tanaka muttered, closing his eyes as he fake cried.

Who do you spend most of your time with:

SHOYO HINATA

YU NISHINOYA

RYUNOSUKE TANAKA

KOSHI SUGAWARA

TOBIO KAGEYAMA

DAICHI SAWAMURA

ASAHI AZUMANE

KEI TSUKISHIMA

TADASHI YAMAGUCHI

KIYOKO SHIMIZU

HITOKA YACHI

[oceanlue]

Dragon auron 🔥🐉🀄

Ok so.....this ma- I mean dragon he is known across the land for hoarding treasure killing thousands of people knights, thieves you name it he's a dragon he likes to have things in his possession.

I think like during one month of the full year he would go into hibernation like he will seal his entrance of a cave off with a big boulder so no Intruders can come in.

And since auron is a ceo and has them money.

I feel like all the treasure he would have he would lie on it, like a treasure seeking dragon, he has a huge cave that is filled with gold, diamonds, rubies, emeralds, sapphires you name it it's there.

And he would not let anybody steal his treasure if anybody did they wouldn't be alive to tell the tale.

Some people actually got away and he was more than pissed about it.

Like how dare a lonely lonesome human take his treasure away.

So he has a dragon and also I think he would have anger issues a bit because he's a dragon he's lonely basically is the embodiment of a furnace with a lot of Fire

And that's where rookie comes in

I feel like with rookie around he would be more calm and more eager to show off what he has collected and if you praise him that will instantly go to his ego

To him you are the most valuable treasure he has ever captured and he will not let you go no matter what you say or do

Cuz he's a lonely Dragon the only two other people he ever interacts with is his brat Dragon of a brother Faust and trish

He has a strong connection with Trish knowing knowing her as she raised him as a little baby dragon to now

Even trish is a dragon a cool one at that

Like he will introduce you to Trish

Trish would have a word with you

Aaron gets a little nervous knowing how Trish gets when somebody new interacts with them and knows about humans too

So he's surprised when she comes back and says

"I like them"

"If you don't make this one your mate, I will"

It's embarrassed and takes you away from her but he is glad he got her to like his mate

But Faust....oh man this brat

He almost did the unthinkable when he came over for a visit

Since he is partially a dragon he thought you were just another human in his stepbrother cave

He did injure you a little bit but not severely he was going to eat you before big brother came in and they almost had a duel and we all know who would win if they did have a duel

Auron was so pissed that he almost tore him in half

Immediately he said he is banned from ever coming in his cave or coming near his mate and if he saw either of those things he wouldn't hesitate

After this he did check up on you to see if you're okay

..............

And all honesty why would you want to leave this man or dragon in this case

On days where it's cold in the cave he will put his wing over you to keep you warm

He will trust you to go on his back or touches wings or horns

Since he's a big huge Dragon he'll have to be extra careful around you but he really likes it when you want to hug his snout or when you just want to climb on top of him he's just a big softy for you and we all know it

And I know this man has powers so when he turns into a human he is still tall AF but he still has his Dragon features

Even though you a little human think you can overpower him we'll see about that

On days where he is calm and collected he will take you on adventures in the sky he will tell you to get on his back and he will fly up and watch you look at the world above with excitement and joy

On days where he is feeling frisky you better believe you're not getting out of the freaking bed for a week

Probably because of his Dragon DNA he's a lot more bigger and larger than most humans especially in half his Dragon form

He will pin you down bite your neck, bite your thighs, just bites everywhere

He likes to see you cry and unable to do anything knowing you're too much in pleasure to really form any sentence

But he will give the best Aftercare and man he gives the amazingest cuddles in the whole world

But as I said he is dragon and likes to keep his possessions near him so if one magical evening you're not there by him and your cute way of sleeping he will go on a rage of panic

Did you run

Are you ok

WERE ARE YOU

Until he realized that there is another scent in the air and realized you were kidnapped

good thing he memorized your scent so he knows where you are

Depends on who the person that kidnapped you is how he will behave or how ruthless he will act

If it's just a loathsome Thief that just thought you were some toy

He will just slam his body until he's passed out or unable to move

But if it's a hoard of soldiers or knights

He will go ballistic killing everything meanwhile protecting you from any kind of fire or weapon may come in contact with you or him

He realized that once everything was done you were slightly injured as well

And now he knows that you were trying to get back to him and he's grateful for that knowing that you love him for who he is and not as a big scary hot looking dragon and not even for his possessions either

He knows that you will not last long for he is a dragon that can live for.......a long time

So he will make those days count he will take you out to Spring Meadows into the Winter Woods into the lava of a volcano will not really into a volcano more like flying above it just so you can see what it looks like on the inside

........................

But he came up with a solution for he has magic and can turn you into a dragon of course he does ask for your permission and gives you the reason why he may be cold and heartless and ruthless sometimes

But he really does love you and care for you he is only soft to you and only a few people that he Trust

And so after the ritual is done he realized that you are one beautiful dragon and he is forever grateful that he has found someone to be with him even in his final days

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Okay before you ask I was thinking of dragons and also watching an anime about them too until this thought came to me what if Aruon was a dragon like a really beautiful dragon and he is like the one to collect treasures and something important to it and he also has you so I wanted to put it in words I hope you like this I actually just came up with it a few seconds ago

Anyway

Peace out dudes

💙💙💙

[anime-corner]

Unmiss You I Iwaizumi H.

A/N: So, I basically don’t know how it turned out like this... Not proud of this one though, kind of am? It’s honestly confusing. But hey, hope you like it!

Two A.M. At least that was the time that was shown on his phone. He couldn't remember how long since then. Or how it happened. He just knew that he fucked up.

The device rang in his hand, answering quickly, not bothering to check the caller I.D., hoping that it was you, "yeah?"

"Aww, Iwa-chan! That was quick! Did you miss me that much?" He scoffed, throwing the phone on his bed, the call on speaker as he laid back down, his arm draped over his eyes.

"What do you want, Oikawa?" He asked without the usual insult to the setter's name.

"Are you… still thinking about her?" The caller said, careful in his words, "Besides, it's what? Almost three? You're usually not up this early."

"Why do you care?" He huffed as he thought about it. He never did stay up late or woke up early unless it was to give Oikawa the support he needed. But this time it was different, he knew that, and that was because he was waiting for you.

"Geez, of course, I care! You're my best friend! And it's obvious that you're miserable without her." Oikawa could hear shuffling on the other end.

"What do I do then? She won't answer my calls o-or reply back to my messages." Iwaizumi held out a pillow, throwing it across the room in frustration, "Hell, I can't even get a glimpse of her without those crows stopping me!!"

"Maybe… She wants to move on?" It was silent for a few moments as he debated in his mind. Was she really?

"... I hope not. Because wouldn't it be unfair if… she gets to forget everything when all I want is to get her back?" He gripped onto his dark hair, tears threatening to spill, his firm look shattering to pieces, "She's all that I think about after that game. She's in my dreams, within my vision… I could even hear her at times but…"

"But what?" A heavy sigh left Iwaizumi's lips as he succumbed to his thoughts.

"You're right… Maybe, she doesn't want me back. I can't just rewind time to make it right. I can't go back to before I fell for her, to stop myself from meeting her and undo everything because I know that I'll just end up liking her. Loving her." It wasn't like him to act like this.

He was stubborn. He wouldn't stop at anything like a breakup. Instead, he'd do anything to get you back. But, with how he was right now, he doubts that he'd be able to. That's just what was running inside his head. Full of doubt and regret.

"It would have been easier that way…" Oikawa comments, giving out a sigh as well.

"Yeah, no shit. But like you said, maybe she wants to move on. And I just have to live with the fact that you can't easily unmiss a person you so badly miss." Iwaizumi let out a growl of annoyance, hearing noises from the other side of the screen,  "Oi Kusokawa, are you still listening!?!"

"Get up. Out of bed. I'll pick you up in thirty minutes." He had to blink a couple of times, trying to register the words of his friend.

"What do you mean you'll pick me up!? Oi, don't come over or I'll kick your ass!"

"Just do it, will you Hajime?" Iwaizumi mumbles incoherent words to himself, debating whether or not he should. In the end, he gives in.

"Whatever."

Forcing himself out of his bed, he dressed with what he thought was okay looking. A long sleeve grey shirt and ripped jeans, not bothering to look good for something Oikawa had planned for him. It was useless, he thought. A distraction was useless. A knock came as he opened it, the setter eyed his friend from top to bottom.

"You look like shit." Oikawa said as he went in, hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, thanks sherlock." He rolled his eyes, closing the door.

"What's with the outfit? Come on, I'll get you something else." The setter darted towards his room, opening the closet for something the dark-haired male to wear.

"Why are you here, Oikawa? I'm assuming you aren't here just to take my mind off of her." Iwaizumi questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Actually, I asked (y/n) if she could just hear you out. She'll be meeting us at the park." Oikawa admitted, already preparing for the worse.

"YOU DID WHAT!? YOU IDIOT! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!?" Hands wrapped around the collar of Oikawa's shirt, face dangerously close and seething with rage.

"Because you're both hurting! See for yourself!" He got out his phone, scrolling through the messages he and two of Karasuno's members had been exchanging, "Both Tobio-chan and that Small Fry has been sending me pictures of her during their practice and she's trying her best to cope, struggling just the same as you."

"Shut up Assikawa!! (y/n)... She doesn't want me back. If she did, we would have fixed our relationship by now." "I lost her because I messed up. And--" Oikawa threw a pair of jeans with an oversized dark blue denim jacket and a grey hoodie.

"Here. Wear this." It was also the same one he wore when they watched the game between Karasuno and Shiratorizawa, "That's what you wore on your first date, right?"

"I… yeah."

"Good. I'm sure she'd like it if you wore that instead. I'll give you ten minutes to freshen up." He left Iwaizumi to get ready, closing the door behind him, "Or at least, as much as you possibly can. Geez, I can't believe you're an emotional wreck!"

Was it okay? Was it okay to see you? Did you hate him? Or did you still care? Was there still a chance for the two of you to get back together? More questions than answers and honestly, he only wanted to know if you'd take him back again.

"Hey, are you really sure she'll be there?" He got out of his room, wearing the clothes Oikawa handed him.

"I'm sure but…" Looking at him up and down again, a smile on his lips. His usual cheerful and outwardly carefree expression was on his face, "Look at my Iwa-chan, all grown up and ready to get his girl back!"

"Shut up! This was your idea!"

"Huh? Does that mean you don't really plan on fixing all of this? Are you giving up?" Iwaizumi choked on nothing, that wasn't his intention. He wasn't giving up. He just didn't know how to.

"That's not…" He was struggling to get his words out.

"Just kidding, Iwa-chan~!" Oikawa received a hit behind the head, one of the usual violent punishments he would get from his best friend, "Gah! What'd you hit me for?!"

"Shut up!"

"Is your vocabulary only limited to that?"

"Shut up!"

The walk towards the meeting place was quiet. He was uneasy. What were you even expecting from him? A sorry? To beg for forgiveness? A hug perhaps? Because he'd be ready to give you anything and everything. Shit, he should have brought that scarf you made for him.

"Huh? She isn't here yet?" Oikawa looked around but you were nowhere to be found.

"I knew it. She hates me." The dark haired male crashed down on a nearby bench.

"Now, don't go all psychic on me Iwaizumi. I was only late." Standing up quickly as if he didn't drown in his sorrows sitting on that wooden seat.

"(y/n)!" The setter greeted, tackling you into a hug.

"Sorry Tooru, did I make you wait?" You asked, pulling away from his hold.

"Nope! We just got here. I had to make sure Iwa got all dressed up instead of coming here only in sweatpants. Or those nasty jeans I saw him wear when I got there." He shuddered when he felt Iwaizumi's glare hitting his back as he raised both of his hands, making his way to the sides, "Well, I'll be way over there before Iwa-chan hits me again!"

"So…" The both of you start, the male clearing his throat when you didn't open your mouth to speak.

"Uh, you go first." He gestured towards you as you shook your head.

"Tooru asked me to listen. Now, talk. I still have to help Kiyoko and Hitoka in handling the boys." Iwaizumi nodded, realizing what little time he had to explain.

"Right." He began, rubbing the back of his head, "Oikawa told me everything… that happened that day.

• • •

You have been meeting up with Oikawa for the past few days now. You planned on surprising him on your third anniversary and with his best friend's help, you knew he'd like it, especially if he and his team win against Shiratorizawa. Well, you want your team to win too, but can't choose which side you'd support so, you decided that whoever wins would avenge the other.

Aoba Johsai lost.

His team lost and you stood there at the balcony crying your tears out, both in frustration and happiness. The latter because of your team and the former for the loss. You excused yourself, looking for any of the third years in the team. And you happen to stumble upon Oikawa.

"Tooru!" You shouted, running towards the setter.

"(y/n)? Shouldn't you be with your team?" He asked, looking around for the crows. Or at least, his little rival other than Ushijima Wakatoshi.

"They'll understand why I left. But most importantly, how are the two of you? How's Hajime?" It was your turn to look for your boyfriend.

"I'm… not sure. Iwa-chan's probably with Mattsun and Makki. The others should be together." You nodded, grasping both of his hands in yours.

"I'm sorry for what happened, you were all really great! I promise we'll beat up Ushiwaka's ass for you two!" You declared, earning a chuckle from him.

"It's fine, (y/n)-chan." Oikawa ruffled your hair once you released his hands before remembering something, "Hey, why don't you give your present to him, I'm sure he'd like it especially when you've been at it for weeks. Isn't it your anniversary today? It'll help him a lot." You hugged the man in front of you, appreciating the help and support he has given you.

"I hope so. Ah well, thanks again for the help Tooru, I really appreciate it. I'm happy that Hajime has a friend like--" You were then cut off by a shout, your name echoing throughout the hall.

"(y/n)!!"

"Hajime! Great timing! I've got something--” You rushed towards him and was about to give him a hug when the look on his face made you stop.

“No. You don’t have to. I can see it perfectly clear.” Iwaizumi said as your brows furrowed.

“What do you mean?” You asked, glancing at the other two third-years behind him who only shrugged.

“What do I mean?! I should have known that you liked Oikawa from the start! We lost the game and the first person you went to find was him!? Unbelievable (y/n), unbelievable!” He bellowed, glaring at the two of you. His eyes were clouded with grief from losing and seeing you with his best friend triggered something he didn't want inside of him.

“W-what? That’s not true. Look, I just managed to bump into him and--” He cut you off again, his hands clenched tightly.

"Yeah okay, blame it on that!"

“Hey Iwaizumi, I think you should calm down a bit.” Hanamaki joined in, placing a hand on the shoulder of their vice-captain.

“Yeah, they were just talking. (y/n) was probably comforting him and asking for you.” Matsukawa added, getting ready to help his best friend if Iwaizumi ever decides to punch away his anger.

“Bullshit! I know what I saw! How do you explain those past few days huh?! I wanted to ask you out before the Interhigh and it so happened that I saw the two of you together. I ignored it because I trusted you!” He held back, not to get him and his team kicked out and bring shame to the school in his final year. Though it was painful, he knew he needed to get rid of it verbally, "If you wanted him then you should have said so from the start! I would have understood. So, I'm letting you go. That's what you want right? To be free from me?!"

"H-hey now, you don't mean that right? Why don't we take a seat a-and we'll talk this out, yeah?" You offered, walking towards him cautiously.

"Talk? You still want to talk?!! I'm done (y/n), okay!? Just leave me alone! I never want to see you ever again!" He lashes out, his emotions controlling every bit of his sanity.

“Idiot! You’re a total idiot!!” You screamed at him, closing your eyes in an attempt to stop the tears from falling. You don't want to let him see how weak he's making you, not in a situation like this.

“How did I become--!!”

“I asked Tooru to help me think up an idea for the gift I wanted to give you for our anniversary. He’s your best friend so I thought it was okay and that he’d be able to keep a secret. But surprise, surprise, you don’t like that kind of thing. You don’t need to be jealous of someone I don’t have feelings for! But hey, I guess you don’t trust me like you say you do!” Shuffling through your bag, you pushed an Aegean hued scarf with Olive colored horizontal lines near the fringe, “Here, take it. Burn it for all I care. We’re done.”

'Did she..? No wait, don't move. I'm sorry..' He thought, he couldn't voice the words out and even if he did, the damage was already done, 'Why can't I…? (y/n) please, let's talk…'

"Goodbye, Haji-- no, Iwaizumi-san…" Saying his last name added salt, tons of it, to the biggest wound ever inflicted on your heart. And on his too.

'I said don't go..! I can't reach you if you do. I can't feel myself, please don't go.' Again, the words wouldn't dare leave his mouth as he was also afraid that he'd say something wrong. He didn't dare blink, wanting to still see your figure within his vision, 'Let me see those hands again, I'll kiss it all better. Just don't leave me…'

"Oi, Oikawa!!" Suddenly he was on the floor with a bruised cheek and an angry setter in front of him, being held back by the other two they were with. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"I get it that you're like that towards me but (y/n) didn't do anything wrong! She asked me for what you wanted and this is the thanks she gets!?" His grip on his collar was tight as he was still able to get close to him despite being held down by two of their friends, "You saw those bandages on her hands right? Well, she made that scarf all by herself just for you! She did that despite knowing nothing about knitting!"

"I��" He started but, as if you were still there, the words he so wanted to stay retreated back down his throat.

"What!? You what, Iwaizumi!!?" Oikawa snapped, almost on the brink of insanity like how Iwaizumi was before you left, "Got anymore bad things to say about her!?!"

"Zip it, will you?! I know that she didn't do anything wrong! It's just my fucked up and tired self making all the excuses!" He looked down, burying his face in his hands.

"Y-you could still run after her. I'm sure she'd--" One of them said, patting his back.

"She won't. Six years and never did she go against her word once she's made up her mind. It'll take a shit load of convincing but, I doubt she'd want me back." He gave out a huff, walking away until his best friend stopped him.

"Then you've just got to be stubborn like usual and try your best." Oikawa spoke, pumping the depressed Iwaizumi up.

"Huh? Ah, y-yeah…"

• • •

"How long has it been since you last slept?" You asked him, caressing his cheeks with your thumb as he leaned into your touch.

"What?" He blinked a couple of times before sighing, "I slept, maybe for just a few hours before waking up again because every time I close my eyes, that face you gave me that day keeps coming back to me and…"

"And?" He didn't want to tell you but, this would be the chance that he couldn't take hold of on that day.

"And there's this stupid scene that keeps playing in my dreams, during that fight we had, you left and when I saw you again, you were so happy with someone else and that broke me." He wanted to cry but all he could do was ball his fists with his brows furrowed in anger. Anger towards himself and his stupid decisions, "My last words to you that day was to leave me alone. That I never wanted to see you again. But, I was wrong. I still want you here by my side. I still want to see you. I still want to hear your voice every morning after I wake up and every night before I sleep just like before."

"Iwaizumi…" You started but your words just went in one ear and out the other as he continued.

"What I'm saying is, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I fucked up. That my jealousy got in between the two of us. It was dumb of me and Oikawa's supposed to be the childish one." He chuckled bitterly, mostly to himself. Now that he spoke his mind, it was silly of him to feel that way. To feel, was it inferiority? "I guess I still wasn't used to being the one getting the attention instead of him who's always surrounded by fangirls everywhere. Or believe in the idea of someone who would actually love me and not use me just to get to him."

"Iwaizumi, never in my life was I attracted to him. You know that right? I told you this once before." He held both of your hands, placing the other on his cheek. It was as if he was touch deprived and wanted to make up for the times he was away from you.

"I know. It's just that… letting you go that day was the hardest thing I've ever done. I couldn't even stop you, I just stayed there. I tried, believe me, I tried but I couldn't. I wanted to make you stay. But losing my last game in high school and all my emotions were over the place that it took a toll on me." Iwaizumi admitted. Sighing for who knows how many times now.

"It's okay. I understand." He stared at you, confusion written all over his face.

"No, you don't! I'm not blaming this on my loss. I'm blaming this on myself, for doubting you. You've been loving me so right despite studying in different schools and all I did was hurt you! Days after we broke up, I've been feeding myself these useless reasons not to see you, telling myself that you're mad at me and that you don't need me anymore. I'm sorry. Please hate me…" He was crying, he didn't care anymore if anyone saw him so… vulnerable. You wiped it all away, a smile on your lips.

"Hajime." You started. It was the first time in weeks since he last heard you say his name, "I love you."

"W-what?" These words were the least he expected to come out of your mouth but, he wasn't complaining either.

"You heard me. I love you." You repeated before you giggled, "Sure yeah, you were totally an ass for not listening to me but it doesn't change the fact that I still love you. And I also heard from Tooru that you haven't been like yourself since that day, my fault entirely. I should have thought about what your reaction would be.

"You know… I tried to come up with tons of reasons to just give up, so we both wouldn't have to hurt like this. It would have been easier for both of us. But, I can't. I don't want things to be easy between us. Everything you do makes me fall for you over and over, deeper than the last time. And hearing you say that you still love me, makes me realize that I should have tried even harder." Iwaizumi hugged you tightly, afraid that this was all a dream and was about to wake up. Or was he going soft just for you? Because it was obviously not because of Oikawa.

"So, what do you want to happen to us? What's your call?" You asked looking up at him.

“What’s this? Are you two okay now?” The childish devil on Iwaizumi's shoulder popped in between the two of you, “You are! That’s great! I’ll tell them right now--!”

“You, hanger bastard! I’ll beat you up--” He was about to give Oikawa a piece of his mind when he heard your voice echo in his ear.

“Hanger bastard? What’s with the new insult?” You laughed out loud, the wing spiker smiled, missing the sound, "Where'd you get that?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow, I'm sure Mattsun and Makki want to get a say in this too." He suggested, receiving a nod from you.

"Hey Iwa-chan, you guys don't have to diss me every time you get jealous!!" Iwaizumi scoffed, ignoring the setter.

"Anyways, I'll fetch and take you home after practice. We've got a lot of catching up to do." He offered, intertwining both of your fingers together, “We can even start now, I’ll walk you to Karasuno.”

"I'd like that, Hajime."

I gave you my heart and I don't regret not taking it back. My attention is yours and no one else's from the beginning until the end. 

[jademakean]

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

𝑷𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.

｡･:*:･ﾟ

  Drizzles of water began coating your body as you rushed to your best friend's porch, hurriedly knocking on the wooden door.

The extra holiday break from school allowed you to spend more time with Pauline, meaning: chaotic sleepovers

“Hello?”

You looked up meeting a pair of green eyes you hadn't seen in a long while. “Timothée?”

Once the slender figure came to the realization of who was waiting at his front step, his mouth went agape mirroring yours.

You both had been close since you were little. You became friends with Pauline in middle school and met Timothée through her. From then on you were a trio and would do everything together, but that all changed.

Him, being three years older than you meant that he'd go to college first and in the end, there would simply not be any time for you both to be together. You did try to hang out once every two weeks but his college was way too far and he needed to spend his time focussing on his studies. It ended in a bad note, with many hurtful words shared.

Before you knew it, Timothée had you in bone-crushing embrace  “I haven't seen you in months, more than a year maybe! God, I missed you.”

“Why didn't you tell me you came back?” you couldn't hide the slight disappointment of him not thinking about letting you know. “I wanted to but I switched phone numbers and my sister wanted me to surprise you instead. I just didn't know I was going to see you this soon.”

Though you both shared your relief in seeing each, there was some strange tension in the air.

“I gotta visit my aunt right now but we should celebrate tomorrow or something.” He suggested, breaking the silence.

“Yeah totally. I'm sleeping over anyways so we'll probably see each other after dinner. Just be careful, the weather seems to be getting worse.”

“Oh yeah of course. If you need some clothes you can get some from my room, they're in a box on my bed. I know that Pauline's clothes are too small for any human being to wear.”

You giggled at his over-exaggeration nodding “Thanks. Stay safe.”

Once the door shut you felt your mood change. It's not like you weren't happy to see him, you were, but not being able to have the same connection you once had made your heartache.

“DJ Paulina in the house mother fuckers!”

You jumped at your best friend's sudden outburst but laughed nevertheless.

“Holy shit, you're wetter than the pacific ocean!”

You roller your eyes “Really? Damn, I wonder why. It's alright though, Timothée allowed me to borrow one of his shirts.”

“Wait you already saw Timothée?”

“Yeah, he just left.”

Paulina grimaced slightly knowing how hard it might've been for two introverts to reunite after a long period of time, let alone after they had a fight last time they were together. She quickly changed the subject not wanting to upset you.

That didn't mean she wouldn't plan on rebuilding your bond.

۵

The snaps of thunder kept you awake and the heavy drops of rain overtook your mind.

As the time pasted you began wondering what would happen if there was a monster under your bed, if a ghost yanked you by your leg, or if the shadow of the hanging coat was actually a person.

Full-on scaring yourself.

And Pauline's sleep talking was not helping the situation.

Both of you spent the day baking, eating and watching movies. Though it's not how most teenagers take up the opportunity of an empty house, it was more than enough for you two.

What was irritating you at this precise moment was the fact that you were exhausted during the day and still are, except you, can't bring yourself to actually fall asleep.

Creaking sounds were heard throughout the room as your feet made contact with the wooden floor.

You grumbled making your way to the kitchen for a cup of fresh cold water.

The bright electronic clock on the stove displayed the time. 2:23 A.M.

You were so dazed and distracted by the clock that before you could fill your glass with water, the cup fell on the counter.

You felt your heart stop the second the loud sound emitted throughout the quiet space, fearing you'd break your best friend's parent's glass. But once you realized that everything was still stable, you proceeded to finish your plan.

“What are you doing still awake?”

Your body jumped at those words. You turned to see Timothée with hooded eyes and slumped figure, clearly more than half asleep.

“Sorry, I'm a light sleeper and the thunder was keeping me awake.”

“Do you want to sleep with me?”

He smiled softly with a droopy gaze

Not gonna lie, initially some inappropriate thoughts crossed your mind, but vanished once you remembered how every time you had trouble falling asleep, you'd get in his bed and he'd make conversation until you fell asleep.

“Sure.”

Timothée was probably too out of it to understand why it had taken you so look to answer, which you were grateful for.

He lazily intertwined your fingers and led you to his room.

It looked the same as before, maybe some items we're missing so he'd be able to decorate his new apartment, but other than that, still the same.

You hesitantly laid down turning your body away from the curly-headed boy. You felt yourself heating up as last time you shared a bed you were a quite innocent 15-year-old, and to be fair you've always seen him as a bother figure.

But two years have passed and he was now 20, it felt like being with a stranger even though he wasn't.

“You alright?”

He mumbled quietly

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.” You chewed your lip anxiously. You've never been good at confronting people.

“Is there a reason why you got mad at me when you left. All I remember was you telling me how we couldn't be friends because of all the work you had and how you couldn't handle too many things at the same time. But in the end, you suddenly got mad at me and it ended in a huge fight.”

You could tell that Timothée was now fully awake, definitely not expecting you to mention the topic at this time of night.

“Well, in all honestly I knew you wouldn't want to give up on our friendship. I've always seen you as a loyal strong friend and I didn't want to disappoint you by continuously bailing out on our plans.”

Thought his solution was a stupid one, you understood what he meant. You would most definitely get let down many times and eventually get mad at him, even if it wasn't fully his fault.

“I understand. Just-- Just don't do that again. I'd rather have a relationship with you even if we rarely saw each other, instead of not seeing you at all. I miss being with you.”

Timothée's heavy arm hugged you closer to him. So close you could feel his gentle heartbeat against your back.

“I'm not as much of a mess I was back in the first year of college. I have more spare time, even if college is too far we can face time and meet once a month.”

It was nice to witness his change in attitude regarding the situation, he's now more open-minded and optimistic.

“Is that why you seemed so tense when you saw me today?”

You suddenly felt yourself redden from slight embarrassment “I mean yeah. I kinda overreact a lot, but you know that. I didn't even recognize you, you've changed and I didn't know how to feel.”

You felt chest shake from a deep chuckle as you played with his fingers “Is that a good thing?”

He was making you flustered and he knew it.

“I mean, yeah. You look mature for a 20-year-old. When you were 18 you still had your baby face- it's not a bad thing at all, but now you, um, okay I'm just going to stop talking.”

Once again, Timothée's body shook slightly from his laughter which eventually died down.

There was silence once again, the downpour was hitting the window aggressively but managed to make you feel calm. The heat that radiated from the man's body was wrapping you in a warm blanket, his cold breath tickling your neck.

“How do you see me?

The silence was halted by your simple question “What do you mean?” his raspy voice asked, not understanding the question very well.

“Before you said that you saw me as a loyal friend. How do you see me now?”

Timothée turned your body to face him “Well, you've changed as well. You don't look like a little kid anymore.”

You hummed in response staring into his eyes. The moonlight was shining through the window behind Timothée, illuminating his hair, making it look as though he was wearing a halo around his head.

“Has anything interesting happened while I was gone? House renovations, dead grandma, boyfriends..?”

You had to cover your mouth from bursting out laughing “How the hell do you go from dead grandma to boyfriends?”

The boy shrugged his shoulders waiting for an answer “I had a boyfriend for a little while but it didn't work out.”

Timothée nodded for you to keep going

“He treated me differently when we were around his friends, kinda like he didn't want me. We would get into a lot of arguments and I just wasn't happy. So I ended it.”

He took your hand caressing it carefully with his thumb. You knew he was trying to make you feel better though you weren't actually sad about the breakup. You decided not to say anything against it since his action-filled your heart with butterflies.

“He's an asshole for doing that.”

“Yeah well, most of them are.”

There was a small pause in the air before Timothée spoke up again

“I wouldn't do that to you.”

You were taken aback from his sudden confession. You expected him to joke around about some dumb stereotypes.

“If you were my boyfriend, or just in general?” you asked genuinely curious to which he answered:

“Both.”

You being the anxious human being you are, decided to play it off as a joke. Like always.

“Yeah right, you would never date me, you might as well be one of those extra frat boys that-”

“Why would you assume I wouldn't date you.”

You were becoming more and more agitated, not fully grasping the meaning of his words, and why he was now saying it.

“I've always adored you. The reason why I never said anything is because I'm three years older than you and didn't want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Why are you saying this now?” You shuttered out as he moved closer to your body.

“I didn't realize how much I loved you until we separated. Now I'm realizing how much time I wasted.”

Timothée began breathing heavily, his eyes focusing on the different features your face held.

“Would you date me now?”

He nodded, not trusting his voice to speak. “Even if we wouldn't see each other often?”

He nodded once again, this time speaking “I haven't seen you in two years and I still have feelings for you, they won't go away even if I tried.”

Timothée let his fingers gently brush against your lips studying them thoroughly making your mind hazy.

You were so focussed on each other that the background noise was now muffled.

Your mouths were agape wanting one thing and one thing only.

“Can I kiss you?”

He whispered breathlessly. If he wasn't studying you so closely he would have missed your little nod.

But he didn't miss it.

The second the small gesture was caught, was the second his lips made contact with yours.

The kiss was heated and desperate, your eyebrows furrowed hopelessly from the connection. Tongues soon intertwining as Timothée held himself on top of you for better control of the situation. Not giving you room to escape.

You sighed through your nose not being able to break from the kiss, not wanting to break from the kiss.

His front pressed flush against yours, allowing his hands to travel all over your body with no hesitation.

You mumbled Timothée's name against his lips before you broke apart. “Did I go too far?”

You smiled at his worried state “No, I loved every second of it.”

He copied your smile resting his forehead on yours “Sorry, I could help myself.”

He laid on his back before you cuddled to his side, leg wrapped with his and head resting on his shoulder.

Timothée observed your crimson cheeks and swollen lips. He wanted to tease you about it but he knew damn well that he looked the exact same.

Sleep eventually took over you. The soothing sound of the storm was the last thing you heard, and the motion of Timothée's chest calmly rising and falling was the last thing you felt.