#I high key wish i wasn't realizing this now

[princeofthemoonstone]

Thinking about gender and roleplay together:

At some point in college, I, in my infinite wisdom of First Time Away From My Parents, decided I was going to start only roleplaying as men. All of my characters would be men. A girl I dated let me change my guy oc with red hair into a transman OC and went with it. I just did that. I went to college and wrote transmen and men before I knew transmen were a thing you could be. I just. Went with it. Loved that character. Got art of them by a really cool artist. He wore hoodies in plain clothes and I literally never thought about it until this moment. Never put a reason on why I decided male OCs in hoodies were cool and yet I distinctly got art of feminine guy OCs in hoodies. Jesus Christ I'm having some revelations about myself and my transness in real time. Y'all are in for some shit right now.

And I just. I figured these were Normal Things. There wasn't anything to it. These were just Normal Decisions. It didn't even make me pause, because it made so much sense and was just so right. I'm screaming into my hands here. I really am.

And then my wife called my favorite OC "you projecting yourself as a boy to your friends and finding validation and acceptance."

I'm fine I'm just going to go throw up I have coped with roleplay since I went to community college goodbye everyone I've always been an egg

[pinkisthenewangst]

°`🍨: Kei Tsukishima + First Years x GN! Reader

°`🍨: Being a bet hurt so damn much

You knew boys were dumb with their stupid puberty that makes them go crazy. You knew from the beginning that first year high school will probably feel and also end like middle school all over again but you still felt disappointed. Disappointed to actually believe that it will not happen again and to fell for a tall, handsome and surprisingly intelligent boy until someone tries to attack his ego. You should have known that suddenly getting friends and being confessed to was too perfect for your boring and lonely life.

Realizing that was when you stand beside the clubroom door of the volleyball team. Silently listening to the boys, who talked while changing to their sport outfits. You didn't want to eavesdrop but when you heard your name, you couldn't stop listening. Clutching the straps of your bag in your hand. Biting on your trembling lips while blinking away your tears. Placing the fabric of Tsukishimas Jacket to your mouth so you wouldn't accidentally let out a sob. Doing all of this just to hear that everything was a lie. Being friends with you out of pity. Your relationship only being a bet. It hurt so damn much. "Oi Tsukishima ! How does the lover boy feel to almost reach the third month of your relationship ~?", you heard Tanaka's booming voice through the door. Then it was silent for a short moment until the tall one answered: "Made me realize that relationships robbing me from my precious time and I can't wait to be free, but seeing your faces when you lose is actually worth it". Ouch. Being a bet wasn't something new to you and he knew it. He was the one that told you about it in middle school and now he does the same. You heard more chaotic screaming and laughing, not really able to believe that all the first year knew about it and also the second years you saw as reliable senpais. You then also heard Kageyama talk: "I'm not good with people like her, it feels suffocating to even just stand beside her." Then Hinata continued: "At least she isn't boring!". It hurt so damn much. Not able to listen anymore, you slowly walk down the stairs. Walking past the third years that greeted you happily but you only gave them a nod and a small bow before you started to sprint so they couldn't see the tears in your eyes. You knew boys were stupid but you were also dumb for thinking it would get better. You wished the world would just swallow you whole to stop your suffering.

It felt weird. Eating alone after having finally some people to talk to about hobbies and homework. It also felt rude to just run and ignore them when they tried to talk to you. But you were so hurt and unable to trust them anymore. Not knowing what was a lie, a bet or the truth made your heart crumble in your chest. Seeing them look confused also fed the guilt in your stomach. You should be a better friend. Less boring, less annoying and more how they wanted you to be but this was not possible. Changing took a lot of energy that you didn't have. All the joy you felt until this tragic day, left you completely. Only an empty feeling remained. Looking at Tsukishima from far away didn't make your heart beat faster anymore, it only brought tear to your eyes. Seeing the chaotic duo of Hinata and Kageyama only made it hard to speak without your voice cracking. Feeling the hand of Yamaguchi on your shoulder when he tried to give you something back, made you tense and stiff. Walking through the school made you fear that everyone knew how stupid you were to fall for this bet and how they would start to laugh at your suffering. It took Nishinoya by surprise when you jumped out of your skin when he greeted you at the entrance of the school and how fast you ended your conversation when it sometimes went on until he needed to run to his class. Ah they suddenly started to feel it. The empty place since you weren't there anymore. It even bugged Tsukishima more when he didn't get any answers from you after he messaged you. It also started to hurt. Made his heart sting seeing you not looking at him anymore. His fist shook beside him seeing you smile at Sugawara but something like sadness took over his feelings when your face dropped to a neutral expression when the third year disappeared. Something wasn't right but he didn't know how to fix it. In the first time of his life, he felt heartbroken and unable to decide what to do. How unfortunate that everyone around you and him were just so stupid and dumb.

°`🍨: Tadaaaa ~ Another one but it's not really Tsukishima focused but it also is 🤔

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freudian slip // kageyama tobio

tw ⇢ teeny weeny age gap, mention of face-sitting (this is basically the whole plot), horny kags, highly suggestive themes

wc ⇢ 1.3k

There were only a couple of things that could faze Kageyama Tobio, and he took great pride in that fact. With his blunt demeanor, lack of social graces, and complete disinterest in the opposite sex, he was far from your typical hormonal teenager.

But if anything could get under his skin and set his heart racing - aside from volleyball - it was you. His stoic upperclassman who had somehow gotten roped into being his tutor, much to your initial chagrin. Teaching Kageyama was an uphill battle, as it seemed almost impossible to get anything through his thick skull that wasn't related to his beloved sport.

And yet, as much as you may have resisted at first, you found yourself not minding the arrangement so much anymore. There was something undeniably cute about Kageyama's single-minded intensity. For you, the tutoring sessions had become routine, even a bit boring - but for him, they were anything but.

Unbeknownst to you, Kageyama's mind was in a constant state of chaos in your presence. He was hyper-aware of everything about you - the subtle scent of your perfume, the silky sheen of your hair, the creamy porcelain of your skin. And much as he tried to focus on derivatives and English verb tenses, he couldn't stop his imagination from wandering to the tantalizing way your uniform skirt swayed with your every movement...

"Kageyama? Are you listening to me?" Your voice cut through the haze of his thoughts. He blinked and shook his head, realizing he'd been staring blankly at the same page for the past five minutes.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling his face heat up.

You sighed, tapping your pencil against the textbook. "I was explaining the quadratic formula. Again. Honestly, where is your head today?"

"Nowhere! I mean, uh, I'm paying attention. Promise." He ducked his head, hoping you couldn't see how flustered he was. This was getting ridiculous. He had to get a grip on himself before he did something monumentally stupid.

"Alright, if you say so..." You still looked skeptical, but thankfully let the matter drop. "Let's try a few practice problems then. I'll walk you through the first one."

Kageyama did his best to follow along, keeping his eyes firmly on the page and not on the alluring curve of your neck as you leaned over to point out the key steps. But each brush of your arm against his threatened to short-circuit his brain. It took every ounce of restraint not to inhale the sweet scent of your hair...

An hour later, you closed the textbook with a thud and started gathering up your things. "I think that's enough for today. You're actually making pretty good progress!"

"Huh? Oh, uh, thanks." He blinked, trying to reorient himself. "Will you sit on my face?"

"Yep, sounds good." You stood and stretched, your skirt riding up dangerously high on your thighs. You had taken exactly two steps before you finally realized what he’d just said.

"Wait, what?"

Kageyama felt his heart stop as your eyes met his, wide with shock. The words he'd been holding back for so long had finally slipped out, and now he was left to face the consequences. "Um, nothing! I mean, uh, you didn't hear anything, senpai," he stammered, his palms growing sweaty as he tried to backtrack.

You raised an eyebrow, your lips curling into a teasing smile that made his knees weak. "No, I'm pretty sure I heard you ask me to sit on your face," you replied, your voice laced with amusement.

"No, you definitely heard wrong." Kageyama gulped, feeling like his face was on fire. The heat crept up his neck and spread to the tips of his ears, making him wish he could disappear into the ground. "You must be losing your hearing in your old age," he added, trying to deflect with humor.

"Ha, ha. Very funny." You sat back down next to him, crossing your legs and leaning in closer. The scent of your perfume filled his nostrils, a tantalizing mix of vanilla and something uniquely you. "So why did you say that, Kageyama?"

He squirmed under your gaze, unsure what to say. His heart was pounding so loudly he was sure you could hear it, and his mouth felt like it was filled with cotton. "Because I, um..." he trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes?" you prompted, your eyes boring into his.

"I really like the way you look, senpai." Kageyama hung his head, cheeks burning with embarrassment. The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, a confession he'd been holding back for months. "You're really pretty, and you smell nice, and you have a really cute ass-"

He clapped a hand over his mouth, mortified by what had just come out of it. What was he doing? You were going to think he was a complete creep now, a perverted underclassman who couldn't keep his thoughts to himself.

"Well, thank you, Kageyama. That's very flattering." To his surprise, you didn't sound angry or disgusted, merely amused. Your voice was warm and inviting, with a hint of something else he couldn't quite place.

"I didn't mean to be creepy!" he blurted out, desperate to explain himself. "It's just, um, you know, when I'm around you, I can't help but, uh, think about, um..."

"About?" you coaxed, your fingers brushing against his knee.

Kageyama took a deep breath, bracing himself for rejection. "I really want you to sit on my face, senpai," he confessed, his voice trembling slightly. "I want to taste you and make you feel good. I've liked you for so long, and I can't keep pretending that I don't have feelings for you."

The silence that followed his confession was deafening. Kageyama felt his stomach drop, sure he'd ruined everything. But then, you surprised him yet again by chuckling softly.

"Kageyama, look at me," you commanded, your voice gentle but firm.

Slowly, he raised his head, not daring to hope. His eyes met yours, and he was stunned to see the warmth and affection reflected in them.

You were smiling, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm not mad," you assured him, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. Your touch sent shivers down his spine, and he leaned into it instinctively. "In fact, I'm flattered that you think so highly of me."

"You..you are?" Kageyama asked, his voice filled with wonder.

You nodded, biting your lip in a way that made his heart race. "So, do you really want me to sit on your face?"

"Yes!" He cringed at his own eagerness, worried that he was coming on too strong. "I mean, yes, please," he amended, trying to sound more casual.

"Good boy." You leaned in, your lips mere centimeters from his ear. Your breath was hot against his skin, and he suppressed a shiver of pleasure. "And maybe if you're really good, I’ll even return the favor."

Kageyama felt his mind short-circuit at the thought. Images of you on your knees, between his legs with your mouth stuffed-, filled his head, and he had to bite back a groan. "Oh god, please," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

"That's what I like to hear." You smirked, standing up and tugging on his tie. The silk slid between your fingers, and Kageyama swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "Now, come here and show me what else that tongue can do."

Kageyama followed after you, his pulse racing as he eagerly obeyed your command. He'd always known you were going to be the death of him, and now it seemed he was about to find out just how literal that statement was. As you led him out of the room, your hand firmly grasping his, he couldn't help but marvel at his luck.

He couldn't wait.

[yrsdf]

Masochist s/o w konig

Konig is a man of focus, a man of few words, one strong focused, killing machine, oh.. But you, you were his demise sending him lewd photos, and dirty messages while he wasn't in the field, now he didn't have his phone on him in the field, that would've been hazardous and maybe a distraction, but when he’d get back from his missions and wind down on his couch he would go through your filthy messages, wishing he could just punish that stupid grin he knew you were behind the screen, and he did, he changed that when he came home.

Heavy boots approaching your shared from door, keys struggling to unlock it and once it was finally open he looked around until your eyes locked, he never warned you he'd be home so soon, quite frankly you were clueless, you were bundled up in a soft blanket with a large t-shirt and some shorts on, not really a looker in most eyes, but in konigs you were exactly how he wanted you to look, he shut the door behind him locking it and tossing his keys in the bowl beside the door that held your own car keys, he was quick to lift you and flip you so your back faced his front, he sat on the couch he took you from and sat you between his legs as his gloved hands roamed your smaller frame.

“You must be so naughty all the time, hm…? Test my patience so often it makes me think you like when you get punished..”

You drunkenly nodded, high off of just some rubbing against your plush thighs, he was going to punish you…just not his usual way, he lifted your shirt off you and noticed you wore his favorite white lace bra, he let out a trembled sigh as his large hands roamed once again, he ran his hands on both sides feeling your ribs, your torso, hips and chest he loved how petite you were, so fragile and so easy for him to break.

“Do you remember the rules of the Kleines?”

You stayed silent drunk under his touch, mind rolling with his sweet words, his gentle hands and his masculine smell, the way his large chest with textured military gear pressed against your smaller back, was intoxicating, you were snapped from your trans when his hands clamped down on your torso and squoze, in a way that began to hurt which caused a yelp from your mouth.

“Say the rules, I know you know them Schlampe”

You nodded as you spoke in a whimper

“Don't look back unless told too..”

He hummed in approval as he rubbed the spots he squoze, he smiled under that mask of his as he hooked his fingers on the waistband of your pants shimmying them off, his smile turned into a devilish grin when he noticed you did indeed wear the matching set of lace.

“Look at my braves Mädchen… all prepared in such pretty undergarments, so precious..” 

You let out a soft whimper as he lifted you, your legs hooking over his making moving nearly impossible, his hand kneading your inner thigh as you let out a whimpered sigh, you were vulnerable completely to his pleasure and needs, his plaything.

“All those pretty pictures of you.. The teasing texts and promises… i am not one for liars hübsches Mädchen, let me show you what misbehavior when i'm working earns you.”

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KNIFE PLAY -  ROUGH SEX - NO CHILL FRFR BELOW BEWARE BEWARE BEWARE EE

You were a mess, his hand wrapped around your throat as you let out straggled whimpers, he carefully carved a K in your upper thigh, it broke skin but it wasn't deep at all, you were high off of every sexual drug ever, you could feel his member pressed against your back, and placed his knife to the side lifting his hand behind your hand and you heard the rustle of his hood and mask being lifted, his hand moved from your neck to your inner thigh and then to your core, his hand rubbed the outside you your panties giving you slight pleasure before you felt his lips connect to your neck, sucking and kissing hickies whenever he could get them, before you realized it he has moved your panties to the side and sunk 2 fingers in already, before your head could fall back he bit down on your neck and a screech of a moan fell from your mouth, he licked the bite mark and smirked

“eine so unheilige Sache..”

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He had already pulled 3 orgasms from you and you were practically limp against him, letting out hummed moans and weak whimpers before he lowered his mask and hood again, he flipped you and turnt your body so you were face to face, he took his thumb and wiped the drool from your chin.

“Such a messy girl… must be so worn out.. Schade Haustier, I'm not quite done with you.”

He unbuckled his pants and undid the belt, he zipped the zipper down and pulled his boxers down, his cock springing from its cage, he rustled in his pocket and pulled out a condom and he put it on (safety first you wannabe teen moms), his hands hooked on your bum and lifted you, his tip aligned with you and he slowly lowered you, he was big..huge even, it had been forever since you felt him fill you like this, you had your eyes squoze shut as he kept lowering you. And he came to a stop.

“Ah,ah…eyes on me mein Engel”

Your eyes fluttered up at him and with your innocent doe eyes burning into him he couldnt help but thrust up and you took every inch your head falling back and mouth falling agape, he held your hips and fucked you like you were his toy, he took a hand and roughly gripped your jaw, forcing eye contact.

“schmutzige kleine Schlampe, die von mir ausgefüllt wird..."

You whimpered in between you screaming moans, his pace unmatched and unbearable, you couldn't count what orgasm you were on you just knew it was way more than one.

[munsster]

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A/N: if i had a boyfriend i would simply cut off the bottoms of all of his shirts. it’s not toxic, im just a girl (gif creds: @lomlkeery)

Pairing: Walter “Keys” McKey x GN!Reader

Summary: You convince your easily flustered boyfriend to put on a crop top. 0.7k words

Warnings: a little bit of physical insecurity, fluff, kissing, pet names (sweetheart)

"Keys, get your cute butt out here! I wanna see."

Oh, but he's groaning through the door already. You had burst into the apartment parading an overzised bag full of soft cottons and light denim, dropped it at his feet, and declared you bought him a new outfit. And that he must try it on. You picked it out special for him after all.

"Really? I mean, it fits great, I just..."

You've been pining over his midriff since he yawned one wednesday afternoon, arms stretched high above his head, shirt riding up just enough to expose his navel to your wandering eyes. So, of course, you warmed him up to the idea of shorter shirts. Crop tops, to be specific. You know, like the kind Johnny Depp sports in Nightmare on Elm Street. Or Mark Wahlberg in that cheeky Calvin Klein ad.

Keys wasn't sure for a while, but he noticed the way your face lit up at the mere thought, and figured why the hell not. But now, he's staring down at the crop of this particular top and thinking this whole thing might've been an oversight on his part. The light grey tank is loose around his ribcage, the graphic on the front some generic athletic slogan.

I don't want you to realize you wasted your money on an outfit that's a little lackluster now that I'm wearing it, he thinks. Which is silly, and he knows that you like anything he has on simply because he's the one wearing it. But the thought still creeps in. He startles when you knock on the master bathroom door.

"You okay in there?" you coo, tapping your fingers gently across the wood.

"Yeah," he sighs, "yeah, I'm okay. Just..." Worried he'll disappoint you. Maybe he could try and squeeze through the bathroom window before it's too late.

"Can I come in?"

He gulps, tugging on the droopy waist of the jeans one more time before turning the lock on the door. You gasp.

"Baby, you look..."

Silly?

"Delicious!" you squeal, pawing at his waist and latching your lips onto his neck almost immediately. Your thumbs sink into his sides when you pull away, pupils blown and mouth just barely ajar. "You're a total stud!"

"You think so?" His ego's a little out of wack when you nod wildly.

"Keys, you're so yummy," you tease, "Just like Marky Mark." You grab his hand and tug him into the bedroom, stopping short of the bed, much to his dismay. It gets him all hot and bothered the way you cling to his hips and kiss his cupid's bow. You're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and you're treating him like he's made of molten gold.

He can barely get a word out without a stutter. God, the way you make him blush should be illegal. He's complete mush in your adoring palms, wishing you'd never take your hands off of him lest he combust. Then, you slip your fingertips just under the waistband of the jeans and he hums.

"Sorry," you snicker, knowing exactly what you're doing to him.

"Shut up," he grumbles.

You draw your hands up the curve of his back, tracing the valley of his spine until he shivers. His cheeks are glowing hot as he pecks wet kisses across your jaw and cheek and forehead. You giggle and drag your nails down to the small of his back with a contented sigh.

"Thank you for trying," you admit. Your head bows low, suddenly shy under all the glory of his honeyed scrutiny.

"What d'you mean? Of course I tried, sweetheart. I'd try anything for you," he says. You pout.

"Mean it?"

"Hell yeah. As long as you ask nice enough," he says, holding your jaw and pressing his soft lips to yours in a chaste kiss. You curl your hand around his wrist like a darling threadsnake kissing his fingertips.

"So much access to your mid section," you say, voice frenzied and eyes wide staring hungrily at his faint happy trail.

"What happened to our anti-objectification economy? What about our morals? Our ethics?" he says. Clearly, he's joking but his doe eyes twinkle dastardly behind his glasses. You wind your arm around his waist and smack his ass.

"What morals?"

"Touché, sweetheart."

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[mackjlee9]

|Part 2.1|Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [?]

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part 2. version 1.

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Resident Evil 6

To say (M/n) hated every second of that mission was an understatement, and now, departing from the graveyard after Helena said by to her sister, he saw the woman throwing something at Leon, (M/n) recognized it as the makeup Ada had left behind in the helicopter when they left Tatchi that night.

"For when you see her again," he might've been quite far away, but he still heard her words thanks to the wind blowing in his direction. And (M/n) it was the moment to say goodbye.

He walked a few steps forward, and took a deep breath, "Hey Leon..." The blond made eye contact with him at the sound of his name, stopping his way to the van, and his blue eyes just silently stared into his (e/c) ones.

(M/n) felt like he couldn't breathe, realizing Leon's eyes had never made him feel this tense and insecure before, making him shift in place as he anxiously tried to make his voice come out.

"I uh... I don't think that- uhm..." Leon sighed, feeling exasperated at (M/n)'s stuttering.

"Yes?" He seemed bothered by him, as if he was wasting time having this conversation with him, and (M/n) understood that it was really over, he had to say it, and face the harsh reality of the fact that Leon didn't- never loved him.

He pursed his lips and reaches his hand into the pocket of his jacket, wrapping his fingers around the cold metal key. He could vividly remember the day when Leon gave him a copy of his apartment's key, but he no longer needed it, and he had already got his stuff out of there so there was no reason to keep it any longer.

(M/n) held Leon's hand and placed the key in his palm, looking at it for a moment before making eye contact with Leon's cold eyes.

"We should break up," he released Leon's hand, letting the blond see what he had given him, "It's clear that I'm not who you wished I was," he muttered while placing his hands inside his pockets, "Goodbye, Leon."

And like that, he made his way back to his motorcycle, there wasn't anything else he could do now, after all, he was only here because he knew Leon would be, and it was time to let everything go.

Leon's sight shifted from the key in his hand to (M/n)'s back as he drove away at high speed, wrapping his fingers around it, he stared at (M/n) leaving until he disappeared in the horizon.

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A few hours later, when the sun started setting, (M/n) had found himself walking into a bar and he had been sitting at the counter for hours, drowning his pain with glass after glass of whiskey, but living with Leon for years had made him realize how much alcohol he had to ingest to get thoroughly drunk, and he wasn't even halfway there.

As he was debating asking for a refill of his glass or getting up and leaving, he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder.

"Same as his," the man says to the bartender before sitting down on the stool next to him, (M/n) doesn't have to look to know who it is, he knows that voice well. It's Chris.

Of course, even though he knows who it is, he isn't any less surprised to see him there, and he finds himself showing Chris a small smile.

"Hey, man," Chris smiles back and takes the glass placed in front of him, grabbing it and taking a sip of the amber liquid swirling inside it before setting it back down.

"Hey..." (M/n) soon realizes that Chris seems nervous and he wonders why, but doesn't voice his thoughts, deciding on spending the rest of the night together, drinking to forget their feelings... If Chris had anything he wanted to forget.

While the hours pass, more alcohol sets in their system, making them loosen up a little bit more each passing minute, until they're comfortably talking and joking for a bit, and (M/n) isn't too sure about anything at this point and time, but he swears Chris is flirting with him. Or so he thinks, it seems like he is anyway. But he's not sure of anything at this point.

Although he is sure that... He definitely doesn't mind the flirting, not one bit, and he finds himself flirting back, enjoying Chris' reactions and their interaction drags on.

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It was a normal day off for (M/n), he was spending some time in the park, looking around and enjoying a cool drink on a rather warm day. He felt at peace, for the first time in months, he felt comfortable and safe in this spot in his life. Everything was going fine, and he was glad it had, he needed the stability for once.

He took another slow sip of his drink as he patiently waited, sitting on a bench, watching kids play and their parents chatting amongst themselves.

But then, he heard his name being called, by a voice he would recognize anywhere, a voice that he hasn't heard in almost eight months.

For a moment he thought he was hearing things, but as soon as he turned his head to the side, he saw Leon. He couldn't help but think that the blond -now more of a dark brunette- had definitely seen better days, he looked rather awful, especially comparing him to the last time he's seen him.

"Leon?" (M/n) is not too sure what happened after that, he just hears Leon rambling on and on for a few minutes, muttering that he's sorry and wants him back, how he really had to lose him to love him, and (M/n) can see the tears brimming in his eyes, which makes him stand up to try and calm him down, the movements of his hands catching Leon's attention when he catches the sight of something shining in his finger.

And he stops talking all together, his sight fixated on the ring placed on (M/n)'s left ring finger.

He almost couldn't breathe as he forced the words out of his throat, "You're... Engaged?" Leon's voice breaks his heart, he sounds so hurt by that, but (M/n) doesn't attempt to make him feel better.

"Yeah," is all he can manage to say in a meek whisper, sounding more like an exhale than a response.

"With who?" Leon looks back at his eyes, those (e/c) eyes that stared at him with sympathy and sadness. He opened his mouth to answer, but he was interrupted by another man's voice.

"(M/n)! The movie is gonna start soon!" The male looks over his shoulder, and sees Chris standing a few feet behind him, looking at him with a wide smile, sunglasses covering his eyes from the bright sun.

Leon sees the same sparkle on Chris' left ring finger and that's all he needed to see to understand.

"Oh... Yeah, I know, he... He's a nice man," (M/n) has a guilty expression on his face when he looks back at Leon, and he can't handle that.

"Leon-" the male wears a strained smile on his face and he shakes his head, taking a few steps back, ready to go.

"No! I-I understand, I fucked up and now I lost you... forever," realization seemed to have settled on Leon's whole being, the remaining light in his eyes banishing in the blink of an eye, "I'm... I'm sorry, I gotta go-"

(M/n) was unable to move or say anything as he caught sight of the single tear that fell down Leon's face, before he turned around, wiping it away and walking away from him. He really was at a loss for words, watching how Leon walked away.

[weirdkpopgirl]

Confidant | Jeno Imagine #9

Title: Confidant

Genre: Friends to lovers (kinda), angst

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and drinking

Word Count: ~1.7k

Author's Note: Although I feel selfish about it, I wrote this short story to express some feelings I've experienced lately. And I am not exactly proud of them; they make me wish I wasn't so sensitive. But if anyone can relate, I hope you like this. Thank you for reading ^ ^

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You hated college parties. The incessant music reverberated through the room, the spaces were always cramped with students abandoning their books for beer pong and casual hookups. They were always overstimulating, and they rapidly drained your already limited energy. The list went on.

Yet tonight, you found yourself wedged on a couch, squeezed between a couple making out and two girls engrossed in gossip. You weren’t quite sure how you ended up in the environment you loathed so much. But shame on you for letting Lee Donghyuck persuade you into coming to his supposedly “small” end of the semester party. You hadn’t even seen him since he answered the door.

A soft sigh escaped as you rose from your seat and made your way to the kitchen. Surprisingly, the space was relatively unoccupied when you arrived. Your eyes swept the counter in search of a beverage, only to find that all the options were alcoholic. Despite the temptation to drink on a night like this, you hesitated. The prospect of potentially regrettable actions while under the influence wasn’t something you were willing to risk, especially not in this setting.

“I swear—Lee Donghyuck,” you muttered under your breath, shutting the fridge with exasperation. 

Glancing at your phone for the time, you realized you had barely been there for an hour. Biting your lip, the notion of heading home flirted with your thoughts. You doubted anyone would even notice if you did.

Deciding to act on your thoughts, you left the kitchen and attempted to navigate through the dense crowd. Calling out “excuse me” proved futile with the passive voice you were using. Your mind went into panic mode as an inadvertent shove disrupted your balance, causing your feet to betray you.

Just as you were surrendering to gravity, a strong arm encircled your waist, preventing you from making a humiliating fall. Heart racing, you looked up in surprise and found yourself locking eyes with a man clad in a plain black hoodie and ripped jeans. A sense of reassurance washed over you, realizing you weren't the only one opting for a casual look amidst the sea of partygoers in your simple white long-sleeve and high-waisted pants.

“Careful there,” he said with a gentle smile, effortlessly pulling you back to your feet. The warm touch of his fingers pressing against your back lingered for a moment, the rescue feeling oddly cliché.

With widened eyes, his name slipped past your lips before you could fully register his presence. “Jeno, what are you doing here?”

The dark-haired male ran a hand through his hair, hesitating. “I—uh was just dropping off Jisung, because apparently the girl he’s been crushing on is here.”

“Oh, I see,” you nodded awkwardly, now understanding his laid-back attire. 

Jeno tilted his head, raising an eyebrow at you. “What about you? I never see you at these things.”

It was your turn to hesitate, feeling as though you’ve been caught red-handed. “Yeah, I was just leaving. Honestly, I don’t even know why I came here in the first place,” you admitted sheepishly.

Although Jeno didn’t know you incredibly well, he could sense an underlying unease in your words. Nonetheless, he hummed in understanding. A brief silence ensued before he retrieved his car keys from the pockets of his jeans.

“I can give you a ride back to your place, if you want,” he proposed nonchalantly.

You bit your lip in contemplation. Usually, you’d turn him down, not wanting to be a bother. However, considering it was past ten and your reluctance to walk home alone in the dark, his offer sounded tempting. 

“I’d appreciate that, thank you,” you said, hoping he could hear the sincerity in your voice.

So that’s how you found yourself heading out with Jeno. He held your hand so you wouldn’t get lost in the crowd, which you were grateful for. The next fifteen minutes in his car were peaceful as you and Jeno caught up. Despite being in the same friend group, it had been a while since you saw each other in person. Mainly because both of you were homebodies and rarely participated in group hangouts.

Jeno pushed the gear shift into park as he arrived near your apartment. But before you could thank him and leave, he seemed to have something on his mind.

“Can you tell me why you really went to that party now?” He asked, employing the gentlest tone any guy had ever used on you.

You gave him a confused look, prompting him to continue. “Come on, (Y/n). You and I both know that you usually steer clear of social events.”

“You’re right…I guess I was just looking for a distraction,” you confessed, leaning back against the car seat. Folding your hands in your lap, you cast your eyes downward.

Jeno observed as your eyes dropped to your folded hands, a blend of vulnerability and introspection clouded your gaze.

After a moment, he lowered the AUX and allowed his playlist to fade into the background. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, his tone filled with slight concern.

Your mouth opened to reply, but then closed again as you paused. While you weren’t typically one to open up about your problems, the weight on your shoulders had been feeling heavier these days. You also knew Jeno well enough to trust that he wouldn't judge you, even if you told him you were an alien from Mars.

“I’ve been kinda upset with my friend lately,” you began to explain slowly. “It’s like ever since she’s started dating, I’ve started to feel resentful. Honestly, I’m genuinely happy for her, and I understand being in a new relationship is fun. But practically all she talks about now is her boyfriend.”

Jeno nodded understandingly at what you were saying. “Yeah I get that, Jaemin was like that too when he started dating his girlfriend. People often forget who they are outside of relationships.”

“It’s so crazy how true that is,” you agreed. “And I guess I’ve been upset because it seems like she always wants to be with him now. Then whenever she invites me, I just end up third wheeling them.” 

“Have you told her how you feel?”

Guilt surfaced as you sank into your seat. “No…I can’t do that. It’d be so selfish of me to make her feel bad because of my stupid feelings.”

Jeno’s eyes softened at this. “Hey, your feelings aren’t selfish or stupid. It’s okay to be upset,” he affirmed.

“I hate that it’s bothering me so much,” you mumbled, looking down with a self-deprecating smile. “She’s happy, and I should be happy for her too.”

You glanced up when you felt the weight of his hand on your shoulder. “Your feelings are valid, and you shouldn’t downplay them. If it matters to you, then it matters. You don’t have to deal with them alone,” he said, catching you by surprise.

When did Jeno become so good at comforting people? You’ve only known the shy Jeno who was reserved around new people, but was often playful with those he was close to. Witnessing this caring side to him was a quality you didn’t often see in most of the men you knew.

As his words resonated, you gave the boy an appreciative smile. “Thank you for listening. I’m sorry to just throw all this on you.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I like listening to you talk,” he replied without thinking.

His remark caused you to raise an eyebrow suspiciously. “You like listening to me talk?”

Though it was dark out, you could vaguely discern a faint shade of pink tinting his cheeks. Internally, he cringed, realizing that what he said had come out a bit peculiar.

Realizing that he had been caught, Jeno sighed. “Okay, I kind of lied back there earlier about why I was at the party too.”

Feeling confused, you waited for him to continue. This wasn't exactly the direction you had anticipated the conversation taking.

“Actually,” Jeno admitted, his tone sheepish. “Donghyuck mentioned you were going to be there, and I thought…well, I wanted to see you.”

His confession brought a warm flutter to your heart, leaving you feeling genuinely flattered. So Jeno didn’t just come because Jisung wanted to see his crush, but he came to see you. No one had ever gone out of their way to see you in such a manner.

“Well, I'm grateful you did,” you said slowly, feeling a warm flush creeping up your cheeks. “My Friday night ended up being a lot better, thanks to you.”

Jeno smiled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s a relief to hear. And, you know—if you ever want to talk or anything, I’m here.”

His words only further convinced you that Lee Jeno was truly a sweetheart. Despite the unexpected turn, you felt a newfound sense of comfort in his company. Smiling again, you adjusted the strap of your purse and placed your hand on the door handle.

“Thank you, Jeno. Drive back safely,” you expressed sincerely. 

Before stepping out of the car, you leaned over to give Jeno a peck on the cheek, catching him off guard. His eyes widened in surprise and a deeper shade of pink graced his cheeks as he processed the sweet gesture. Instantly flustered by your own actions, you mumbled a quick “good night,” before exiting.

With his heart pounding against his chest, he watched you hurry into your apartment. Smiling to himself, he whispered, “Good night, (Y/n).”

As Jeno slowly drove away, you lingered in his thoughts. Gently rubbing the area your lips touched, he couldn't help but contemplate how he should properly ask you out now. 

Back at home, you couldn’t stop thinking about him either. Lost in contemplation, you found yourself replaying moments from the night—the unexpected connection, the vulnerable conversation, the kiss on his cheek. A subtle smile played on your lips as you entertained the idea of what could blossom between you and him. 

What if this unexpected encounter led to something more meaningful? The idea seemed to brighten the corners of your room as you considered the possibilities the future might hold. Maybe Lee Jeno was the confidant you needed to be your perfect distraction.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 

[scarisd3ad]

In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

pairing - steve harrington x fem!reader

summary - "But if I'm all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us and if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once, and if I'm gonna be drunk might as well be drunk in love."

(A/N) - happy kind of late Valentine's Day lol, but here is a cute little fic based off of my favorite 1989 tv vault track.

Warnings - slut shaming, cursing, drinking

Masterlist

"Are you sure? I know you don't really like these kinds of things anymore," I say with a sigh. Steve and I are parked out in front of some random junior's house. Ever since Steve had graduated this May, he wasn't really in the party scene anymore. It might have been just because he was always busy working, or with the kids though, or maybe he wanted to leave his high school self behind. I was a year younger than Steve so I still being in high school wanted to party my senior year away before subsequently going to college next August.

I wanted him here for some type of protection from the men who frequented these parties. When I didn't have someone, I could claim as my 'boyfriend' they'd have their grimy little hands all over me. Luckily, this time I had my actual boyfriend. "it's fine," he whispers, grabbing my hand and giving it a little squeeze before removing the keys from the ignition and getting out of the car.

As we walk up to the front door, I can feel the chill in the air seeping through the thin fabric of the dress I'm wearing. The dress, which I thought would be perfect for the occasion, now seems like a poor choice, given the unforgiving October winds. I shiver uncontrollably as a strong gust of wind blows past us, sending my hair flying in all directions. The coldness of the wind is so biting that I almost regret leaving the house without a jacket.

Steve reaches out and grabs my hand as he pushes the front door open. As we approached the house, the booming sound of music and the constant buzz of voices could be heard from the outside. I could feel the beat of the music reverberating through my body as I made my way to the door. However, as soon as the door opened, the volume seemed to increase tenfold, making it difficult to hear anything else. The house was alive with energy, pulsing with the rhythm of the music and the excitement of the people inside.

The house seemed to be getting more and more crowded as we made our way further into the house. As we ventured deeper into the house, the once spacious and airy rooms gradually became cramped and stuffy. The air was thick with the scent of cheap booze, sex, and teenage sweat.

Although Steve had been gone from the hallways of Hawkins High for almost an entire semester Everyone still fawned over Steve Harrington the same way they had been for the past four years. sophomore girls, smile and wave as they send him flirty winks that are paired with a "hii Steve" which makes me roll my eyes each time, even freshman girls bat their eyelashes at him and wave shyly. god, sometimes I wished my boyfriend wasn't as popular as he was.

"Wasn't she with Eddie Munson last weekend?" I hear one girl ask as Steve and I pass by them. Luckily or unluckily, Steve stops to talk to one of his old basketball friends so I can hear the rest of their conversation. "No, no, that was the weekend before that last weekend she was with…what's his name fuck Sam…Samuel gives" The other girl, a brunette I recognized as a junior who was in p.e with me, says. The other one was a blonde that I don't particularly recognize but I knew I'd probably seen her around at least once laugh a big belly laugh before scoffing "fucking slut, didn't realize Steve was into those types of girls, especially after Nancy wheeler" it hurt but 'slut' was something most girls including me have been called more than once.

When I'm using my male friends as human shields at parties, I never thought about how other girls would think about me. It's not like I really cared anyway (I did). "Dresses like one too, who even thinks of wearing something like that" I looked down at my dress, maybe it was a little over the top, but there were other girls here dressed similarly in tiny dresses that barely covered their asses, most were shorter than mine. So why was I getting judged for my dress when Heather Blake was in the tiniest red dress I've ever seen as she was grinding up against Daren Russel?

"When I was getting dressed earlier, I thought the dress looked cute. It was smaller than what I usually wear, and I was a bit scared that I might draw more attention to myself than I'd like. But I thought, "if I'm all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us". But now, after being called a slut, I was rethinking that mindset. "Hey Stevie, I'm gonna go get a drink kay?" he nods. "Yeah hon, can you get me a beer?" I hum quietly as I nod before walking off towards the kitchen.

There are a few girls, freshmen, who are taking shot after shot. Their boyfriends must have been seniors because normally freshmen aren't invited to parties like this. "Hey, can I have some of that?" I ask. All three girls are hammered, slurring out their words and stumbling around, "Y-yeahhh girl hereeee!" one shouts over the music as she hands me a prefilled disposable shot glass. The liquid inside is clear, making me assume it's vodka. I might as well be drunk if I was going to be overthinking those girls' conversation the entire night. I lean my head back as I take the shot, letting it burn down the back of my throat.

The three girls are giggling as the middle one, who is way smaller than me in height and weight, boldy downs two shots in a row before shouting "Wooooo!!!" which makes me internally cringe for her. "Hey, can I have another?"

7 shots in and I'm drunk as a motherfucker. The three girls had since gone, mumbling a quiet excuse about how all three of their mothers were going to be pissed in. They didn't get the littlest sobered up fast. So that left me with about half a bottle of vodka.

"Hey baby, thought you were bringing me a beer" Two familiar arms wrap around my torso which makes me drunkenly smile and turn around in his arms. "I wa-wasss," I slurred as I leaned my head against his shoulder, "but got distr-distracted," I said with a giggle. Steve sighs softly as he takes my face in his hands "You're drunk honey" I roll my eyes playfully giggling a quiet "duhhh" his thumb caresses my cheek as his eyes fall behind me at the empty shot glasses and now about quarter-filled vodka bottle. "Shit, honey, how much was in that bottle? " I shrugged as I watched the two girls who had been talking about me earlier walk into the kitchen, both giggling as they looked me up and down.

I frown as I look up into his big brown eyes, which are filled with concern. "Am I a slut?" I whispered softly. Despite my best efforts to not let those girls' words get to me; they had been unknowingly eating away at me all night. "What? who…who told you that? Why the fu-" I shrug as my bottom lip pops out in a pout. "Honey, you're not a slut. And if you were, I wouldn't care because as long as you're my girl, I'll be the happiest man alive. " If I'm gonna be drunk, might as well be drunk in love.

[klbwriting]

Our Strange Duet

Chapter 1: Getting Out of Bed

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Sequel to Not Romeo, Not Juliet - Jason Todd is off to Gotham U to make sure he has a life outside of being a vigilante. He wasn't expecting someone from his past to show up, but there she is on the first day and things have changed

Notes: Well, I was going to wait until tomorrow but I can't, I like this too much, I hope you guys enjoy!

Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch

It's the bitch of living, just getting out of bed - Spring Awakening

               “Jason, get up, you have class in half an hour,” Dick called up to the loft as he finished setting out the terrible eggs he made whenever Jason slept late.  He sat up in bed, looking at his phone, sighing as it had no notifications, well it had one text but not from the person he wanted one from.  Sydney wished him a happy first day of classes and he answered before getting dressed.  He skipped the eggs, grabbing an apple and throwing out a quick bye to his brother as he headed down to the garage for his bike. 

               He had finished high school and after a long and drawn argument with Dick about not just living as a vigilante his whole life and maybe having some kind of day job for when his knees finally buckled under the weight of trying to save an entire city.  So here he was driving his bike towards Gotham University, taking all general education courses because he had no idea what he wanted to try and do for a career.  He did know that he was going to be in theater, his director from Bludhaven Prep had written him a great recommendation letter, but only if he continued to act, and honestly, he wanted to act.  It was nice to become someone else, take a break from his brain.  His therapist liked it also, said it helped Jason get out of his head.  What he didn’t expect was walking into his first class, Modern Literature 101 and sitting by the window in the front corner, was YN. 

               She wasn’t looking at him, reading one of the books for the class, doing notations.  After a second Jason realized he was blocking the door so he slid around to the back corner of the class, sitting before she could look up.  He watched her, concentrating on her book and every single emotion he felt last year came flooding back.  She had left, they kept in touch until around May and then she had vanished.  He didn’t know why but he had a bad feeling about it.  He wouldn’t confront her now, but he hoped he could snag her after class, speak with her, just see how she was.  He stared at her until he heard his name, looking up to the professor.

               “Mr. Todd?” she repeated.  He smiled awkwardly, clearly having missed the first time she said his name.

               “Ya that’s me,” he said.  He looked down and then looked at YN who was staring back at him, eyes wide.  He waved a little and she turned, facing forward again, leg starting to bounce like it did when she was anxious.  The syllabus was handed out and he proceeded to ignore his teacher, instead categorizing how YN had changed in the last eight months.  Hair was longer, she leaned on her hand, eyes looking tired, she had car keys sitting on her desk, so she drove now.  She glanced back at him, and he tore his eyes away from her, trying to focus on class.  As soon as they were dismissed he tried to bounce up and catch her but two people in front of him started talking and he couldn’t get around them fast enough.  By the time he got into the hallways she was gone. 

               He had two other classes that day, but YN wasn’t in either of them.  The only hope he had was the theater meeting that night for the Gotham U Players.  They were doing a sign up and talking about their productions that year, so Jason got there early, signed up quickly and then looked around the room.  He was first beside the upper classmen advisors, so he took a seat near the door.  She would be here, and she wasn’t going to sneak by him again.  He waited, the place filling up with other university students.  They started and about three minutes into the meeting YN came in, signing up quick and sitting down two rows in front of Jason, once again preventing him from talking to her. 

               This was pathetic, was he going to just chase her around all year until she talked to him?  He wasn’t a stalker, but he was considering seeing if Dick could get her address before he got home so that he could go knock on her door.  But that would be bad.  He shook himself, coming back to the meeting where they announced that the first production this year was going to be a musical.  Jason’s eyebrows rose so high they probably disappeared into his hair.  He had not considered a musical, ever.  He looked down at YN, catching her turning to look back at him, whipping her head forward when she saw him watching.

               “Auditions for Phantom of the Opera are next week, come with a song prepared and remember, if you are not cast you are part of the stage crew and we will be having you learn to be directors, sound techs, light techs, and set design so don’t be discouraged.  And in the spring we will do a play so those who can’t sing will still get time on stage,” the club president announced before dismissing them.  Jason once again jumped up, ready to grab her but this time she swerved him by taking a side door.  He jumped a couple rows, racing out the door after her, probably looking insane, but he didn’t care.

               “YN!” he called, chasing after her as she walked towards the parking lot.  She took a couple steps before stopping.  He ran around in front of her, panting a little from running to catch her.  Why did cardio only work when he was chasing criminals?

               “Hi Jason,” she said, and he could have sworn he heard angels singing in her voice.  He missed it so much.  “Didn’t know you were coming here.”

               “Ya, well, here I am, why you trying to get away from me?” he asked.  She chuckled a little, always right to the point, no small talk for him.

               “I wasn’t trying to get away from you, I was surprised and was trying to figure out if you hated me.  The way you were staring in class I was freaked out, you used to give that look to Chelsea and them when they annoyed you, its so intense,” she said.  Jason blushed some, shrugging.

               “I didn’t mean to look like that, I just…well you did kind of ghost me and it is a bit annoying,” he said.  She looked down and he could have kicked himself.  “But I mean, I know you probably had a reason…”

               “My mom died,” she said.  He froze.  “The treatment in Singapore, it didn’t take.  We stayed there because it would have been too destabilizing for her to travel home so the donor made sure she was comfortable there until the end and then I came back in May.”

               “Why didn’t you call me?” he asked.  She bit her lip, wiping her eyes quick.

               “I wasn’t in a good headspace at the time.  I came back and I thought about calling you, but then I found Sydney’s social media and saw you guys together and figured you didn’t need me coming in and ruining that with my grief.  I figured you had moved on I should too,” she explained.  O no.  He hung his head a little.

               “I was never dating Sydney,” he said.  “She um, is not exactly into guys.”  Her eyes looked up at him.  “She mostly posted pictures with me to make Jackson leave her alone until graduation.”  YN blushed.

               “Well don’t I feel petty, jealous, and stupid,” she said.  Jason laughed.  “Well, either way I still wasn’t in a good headspace, I needed counseling and to figure myself out before school started.  I promised my mom I would go to school no matter what, so here I am.”

               “Where are you staying?” he asked. 

               “I have an apartment off campus in Old Gotham, the grant money from the Leading Lady award should pay for it and my school for a year and then I’ll figure something else out,” she explained.  “What about you?  Still living with Dick?”

               “Ya, still living with Dick,” he said.  “Um, would you maybe want to hang out sometime?”  She looked worried, biting her lip.  He was tempted to kiss her but had to pull himself back.  She was different now, he was different now, who knows how much that changed how they felt about each other. 

               “Sure, I’m free this weekend, still trying to get a new job since the pool I worked at in the summer is closed now,” she said.  He nodded.  “Let me give you my new number, I had to change it because Maroni kept calling.”

               “So, you’re not next in line in the family yet?” he asked as she put her number into his phone.

               “God no, he contacted me, tried to convince me to join him but had no leverage since my mom was being taken care of,” she said.  Jason motioned for her to walk to the lot, walking with her to her car.  It looked a bit like a death trap.  “Its not much but it runs.  You still on the bikes?”  He pointed to his bike a few spaces down.  “Thought that was yours when I got here.  Do you still do the other stuff you did?”  She tapped her head and he assumed she meant being Red Hood.

               “Ya, nightly,” he answered.  She smirked a little.  “But now I have to have Dick stitch me up, so much less cool scars.” 

               “You needed someone better than me for that,” she said.  He shrugged.  “Well, I guess I’ll see you around.  Text me, ok?” He nodded and watched her drive away.  His heart sped up a little when he thought about the fact that he was going to be able to see her at least a few times a week, maybe every day.  He hadn’t thought college would be that exciting, but things were about to change, he could feel it. 

[unadulterated-syd]

warnings; mentions of Stiles' mom (deceased)

synopsis; reader comforts Stiles' after what he sees at Lydia's party.

a/n; i haven't watched teen wolf in like a year and a half, so this may not be super accurate but i miss stiles and lack the time to rewatch :(

You stood beside him at the party, watching his silent freak out. His eyes were trained to someone who wasn't there, a piece of his mind haunting him whilst you stood idly besides him.

His eyes broke from whatever was bothering him and fell on you. The tears in his eyes nearly broke you in an instant. What could have possibly gone this wrong, what was he seeing that you weren't?

Teen minutes ago you were drinking and watching him from afar. You had no idea why you were at Lydia's party anymore, she'd far from ever spared you a glance. Suppose everyone was avoiding her now, she was lucky to have Stiles to put this together.

But now the origins didn't seem to matter, he needed to leave. You could see that much by just looking at him. "Did you..?" He looked at you, eyes glancing between you and the empty space in front of him.

You tilted your head, confused by his question, "Nothing's there, Stilinski. Just a bunch of drunks." He seemed to shaken up to reprocess your response. Even if you had seen whatever he'd seen, you reckon it wouldn't change a thing.

"Let me drive you home, you look like you've seen a ghost." You told him, setting your own drink down on one of the outside tables. Not like you had to clean it up anyway. "No, no... I can drive. Have fun." He began his chase to his jeep, though you followed.

You grabbed his arm after you'd finally caught up, the two of you in the driveway by now. "Stiles knock it off, I wouldn't have fun if I knew I let you go home like this. What's wrong? Talk to me." You reasoned with the teen in front of you.

It was like a switch flipped in him, you'd been there when his mom died. Every up and down you had been the one to follow after him, look after him. He felt like shit, and somewhere deep down he knew you were the only one who would understand that. The only one who hadn't learned werewolves were everywhere, now after Scott and he. You were the only one that saw his problems as worthy.

He still couldn't bring himself to tell you, he just handed over his keys and found himself in the passenger seat. You groaned at his will to stay silent but appreciated the idea of trust. He didn't want anyone with him, yet he trusted you to drive him home. Even if you were drunk.

And so you drove, the radio low and the moon high. As he looked out the window, some Katy Perry party song hung in the air. Driving past the Sheriff's office, you quickly realized Noah Stilinski wasn't there, meaning he was home. "You want to stay at mine? Your dad's home, he'll probably find us out." You offered quietly.

He seemed to freeze up at the mention of his dad but nodded, agreeing to the favorable choice; your house.

You pulled in, and parked the old Jeep, looking at Stiles again. Who knew what your next move was, he was rarely ever like this. Upset, quiet, two words you rarely associated with him. One could say he never shut-up, though it flattered him well. His nervous rambling always made you feel better.

You looked down at your hands, before letting out a breath and opening the driver's side door. "It was my dad. He told me I killed my mom. That it was my fault." He told you nervously, stopping you from going any further.

You looked at him, slowly shutting the door and you once more tilted your head. "And you believe that?" You whispered the question, scared you may shatter him if you talked any louder. "I guess. A little. He made sense when he said it, y'know."

You heard the sniff as he rubbed his nose, his eyes miraculously dry still. "He'd never say that to you, Stiles. Your brain'll be the death of you if you keep listening to it." You paused, putting a hand on his forearm, "She loved you more than anything, goofball. I just wish she were here to tell you that herself."

But, before he could continue to dwell on that fact, you cut him off. "Let's go inside. I can show you all the embarrassing photos she used to show me. " You teased, watching his face light up as he groaned at the idea.

[boygiwrites]

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I couldn't tell you why if I had to, but people have always told me, You're mature for your age.

It wasn't that I didn't appreciate the sentiment — Whatever it was — because at the very least, I could always tell it was supposed to be a compliment. It's just that I don't think I ever understood what I was doing that was so unusual it deserved a compliment, in the same way that most things that deserve compliments are unusual. I was never particularly smart, or pleasant to look at, or good at much of anything except, maybe, starting fights whenever they suited me. No, I was dumb, sour-looking, and bad at almost everything.

It was when our neighbour Betty told me the same thing that I finally realized why I hated hearing it so much.

Merle was right about you, The fat-faced lady smiled to me as I helped her hang her wet laundry in the sun to dry, her kids' laughter like echoes in the distance, their bicycle bells jabs to the heart. Sometimes I wish my little ones were more like you.

I remember watching the two kids in the dirty side-mirror of her small car, wishing I was more like them. But Merle had bragged to Betty that morning about how much I loved to help with chores, that I was mature for my age, that I didn't want to play.

It was as if I'd done something wrong without even knowing it.

I liked watching cartoon animals sing on TV. I liked doing my hair in the mirror and messing it up. I liked collecting sticks.

How could I have been mature?

Maybe it was because I never cried when I got beat?

It never mattered any — I didn't have a choice. It was already decided that I was, mature for my age.

Thank you, princess, Merle would croon to me, You're a good girl. You ain't like them other shitheads, is ya?

No, Merle, I'd reply, so many times that I ended up believing it, Never.

Walking in front of Glenn on our way back to the cell block, I sneak a glance at Carl at my side, catching his guilty expression.

I wonder what I did to deserve that rank, or if I ever even did?

Glenn takes the keys outta his pocket and unlocks the door for us. As it creaks open, I realize that I prolly shouldn't humour that line of thinking right now, because Lori is waiting for us in the cell hall as we step inside, gasping when she notices us.

"Oh, my God," She exclaims, spooking some of the others into turning their heads. "What hap—?"

"They wanted to find the infirmary," Glenn tells her before she can even ask. "Found them trapped in a room."

"What?" She looks from him, to us. "Are you crazy?"

We ain't supposed to respond that, but I'm guessing the answer is, Yes. 

"What made you think that was a good idea?"

"All things considered," Glenn admits, shrugging a shoulder as he passes the duffel bag to her, watching as she unzippers it. Inside, there's pill bottles and bandages piled high, making for an impressive sight. "We made out alright. Got just about everything we needed."

Maggie approaches us as Lori stammers before sighing, "It's hard to be very pleased with this, knowing how you got it."

"He's alright?" Glenn asks Maggie.

Nodding sullenly and looking at the bag in Lori's grasp, she asks, "Is this from the infirmary?"

"Yeah," Carl answers defiantly, "Me and Harley went. We had to."

Lori sighs, "We appreciate that—"

"Then get off my back."

"Carl," Glenn scolds him harshly. "Don't talk to her like that."

"Don't worry about it." Flustered, Lori brushes him off and nudges Carl's shoulder. "Just go wait for your father. Both of you."

We're so fucked, I think to myself as Carl lets out a begrudging huff and spins on his heels, stomping off in the direction of the dinner hall. With one last guilt-ridden glance at Glenn, I turn and follow the boy through the gate, unsure if I wish we had not gotten caught, or if we had just not gone at all. I sit next to him on one of the benches, with nothing else to look at except for the single door across from us.

An awkward silence settles in as Carl takes off his hat and sets it in his lap, fiddling with the brim.

"Sorry about before." He looks up at me, regret swimming in his sky-coloured eyes. "With the walker. I should've killed it."

It weren't exactly the best part of my day, but I don't blame him for it.

"It's okay."

"Not really," He insists, putting his hat back on. "Glenn was right. If he wasn't there—..."

I watch as he glances at something over my shoulder — Herschel's cell.

"I-I just didn't have a clear shot," He continues, meeting my gaze again. "Its head was so close to yours. I didn't wanna accidentally sh—"

"Okay," I interrupt him. "I'd be mad at'cha if ya did that."

I kinda need my head.

He pauses for a moment, before seeming to forgive himself, smiling a little. "Anyway. I just wanted to say that, before— Y'know."

Before our Dads get back.

"You make it sound like we're 'bouta die," I joke.

He shrugs fully, as if to say, You never know.

I'm counting the stains on my boot when the door opens.

"Food's here," T-Dog calls out with a toothy grin on his face, peeking out from behind the cardboard boxes in his grasp.

Carl and I stay quiet as Glenn and Lori come out from the cell hall to greet him and Rick, asking them where they found so much food. According to a very happy T, we got canned beef, canned corn, and even canned cans, all thanks to a deal they made with the prisoners, who I suppose have accepted by now that money ain't the way to bargain no more. They didn't look like the deal-making sort, but I know they don't have to be. It must've been that in exchange for some of their food, Rick didn't hang them all from a rafter somewhere. 

As T-Dog heads into the cell hall with the boxes, Rick places the two big bags of dried corn on the table.

Sparing us a short glance, he asks Lori, "Any change?"

"Bleeding is under control and no fever," The woman tells him, tucking her hair behind her ear with a blood-stained hand, and hesitating before she adds in a lower tone of voice, "But his breath is labored, his pulse is way down, and he hasn’t opened his eyes yet."

Rick opens his mouth to reply, but she cuts him off.

"And that isn't even the worst of it," She says coldly, nodding in our direction. "Guess what happened while you were gone?"

Just tell him already, I sigh to myself, wanting the band-aid to be ripped off already. Carol had the nerve to call us dramatic.

He frowns. "What?"

"They snuck out," Glenn admits, putting his hands on his hips. I watch Rick's expression morph from concern into something sharper, and more like cold anger. "Slipped right past us while we had our backs turned. Wanted to find the infirmary and get supplies."

"Nobody was hurt, thank God," Lori quickly interjects. "But this is something that affects all of us."

"Just thought you'd wanna know," Glenn adds.

Without even saying anything in reply, Rick calls out T-Dog's name, ordering him to go keep an eye on the prisoners.

"Tell Daryl to get in here," He adds in passing.

"Oh, God," I groan, but not quietly enough.

He agrees, "'Oh, God,' is right."

When my Dad appears in the doorway, approaching us with a frown on his face, all I want to do is grab ones of them spoons from the table nearby and start digging a grave for myself. Rick doesn't waste any time telling him what's going on, and I know I just said I wanted all of this to be over with already, but I take that back. My Dad's body seems to flood with anger as if it were just more blood in his veins.

"You did what?" He snarls at us, his lips curling into thin lines around his teeth, loud enough to make us flinch.

"There's far more pressin' matters for us to worry about right now," Rick lectures us, leaning back against the table opposite us and crossing his arms over his sweaty chest, "Than chasing after the two of you, 'cause you wanna go around playin' superheroes."

"Are you fuckin' kiddin' me," Dad grumbles as his outburst wears off, turning to pace around in the background.

"I shouldn't even be wastin' my breath on this," He says.

"Then don't," I quip. "We get it."

We all have a role, or whatever it was that Herschel said to us before his role almost killed him, anyway.

"No, I don't think you do." He argues, looking back and forth between me and Carl. "I'on think you get it at all."

"We put ourselves in danger," Carl says boredly.

"When you were specifically told not to," He pointedly adds, as my Dad sits down on the bench behind him, lacing his fingers in front of his mouth, glaring at us over his dirty knuckles. "I got T in the other room babysittin' the prisoners right now. I got a cell block to clear out, so that I can keep y'all safe in here; y'all don't have to sleep with your eyes open anymore. I'm not havin' tea and biscuits with 'em."

"We didn't think you were." Carl says convincingly. "We know this isn't a game. We know it's hard work."

"Hard work?" Dad interjects, pointing to the cell hall. "Look at that stump on Herschel's leg and tell me it's hard work."

The boy falters a little. "Okay. Okay, it's not hard work. It's—..."

"It's life or death."

I couldn't feel worse about what happened to Herschel — In fact, I feel partly responsible for it all just by the simple fact I weren't there to help — but to tell the truth, I couldn't give less of a shit that it's life or death out there. Why the Hell should I?

"What?" I can't stop myself from sassing, "So, it's fine if Herschel dies, but not us?"

"Harley, who here do you know is fine with Herschel dyin'?" Rick asks to make me feel stupid. "Maggie? Beth? Me?"

"Nobody, but— Y'all let him go wit'chu in the first place!"

"He's capable."

"So am I," I retort. "And don't talk to me 'bout, 'You're only nine,' because every one'a y'all have messed up at some point, too!"

"I'm not saying we haven't," He placates sternly. "We mess up all the time. But when push comes to shove, could you take me down?"

"Yes," I say without thinking, because that question makes no sense.

"Really? You could knock me on my ass?"

"Wanna find out?"

"Hey," My Dad grits. "Watch yer mouth."

"Because that's what you're gonna be face to face with when you're squarin' up to a walker, Harley. You got your knife. Your gun. You know how to take 'em down when they're behind a fence or twenty yards away. But at the end of the day, you ain't even pushin' four and a half feet yet, and you know as well as I do they'd eat you alive out there, no matter how tough you think you are. No matter how strong."

I hate that he's right. I sure couldn't take down that walker that had me by the arm before.

"Hell." He lets out a little laugh. "I've known full-grown men that thought the same thing."

"But I'm mature for my age," I say even though it means nothing, because even if it don't feel like it, I know it must be true.

Dad frowns deeply. "Who told you that?"

"Merle," I admit easily. "And Betty, and Mrs Kannard, and Dennis' Momma, and even Uncle Kyle. They all said it."

"Baby," He sighs harshly, always faltering at the mention of his brother. "You're just a kid. You ain't mature for nothin', alright?"

"So they was all lyin', then?"

"Yes. Yes, that's what people say to kids who ain't allowed to be kids," He explains without confusion, battling with his own impatience. "That's what they say so's they can boss ya around and make ya feel bad for cryin' after they make ya cry. S'just nonsense."

"It's not," I tell him. "It's 'cause I ain't like other kids. I'm— I'm tough. So's Carl. That's why."

"You're tough," He agrees, "But you ain't no different. You're just as dumb as any other kid I've ever met. Just as innocent."

Funny how when I'm bragging about how mature I am, I feel my smallest. I'm a phoney.

I guess it was all just another one of Merle's lies, then.

"I know you wanna help. I think it's really admirable of you. It shows you care; you have courage. It don't change the fact that these are your lives we're talking about here," Rick says softly after a long pause. "And I'm not gonna explain to you why that's important."

Embarrassed, I resume counting the stains on my boot because at least with this, there's a simple answer. I think he was right. I didn't get it. I ain't even sure I do now. It's all so confusing that it's makin' my head hurt like a sore thumb. What I learnt is that I'm important, but I'm not important enough to make a difference. I'm tough, but I'm also dumb and innocent, and for some reason, even though I love Herschel like he's my grandpa, and he's the reason so many of us haven't lost our minds yet, his life is more expendable than ours.

All I want to be is what people think I am. Merle thought I was mature. Carl thinks I'm helpful. Dad thinks I'm tough. I can't control what they think about me, but I can prove 'em right. If I's what I thought I was, I'd just be a useless girl, and I couldn't bare it.

"I'm going to assume the message was made clear." He says. "We can talk more later, alright?"

This ain't what I signed up for when I said yes to Carl.

As Rick pushes himself off the table, my Dad jokes, "Seems like you're always talkin' more later, Grimes."

"Tell me about it." He muses tiredly. "I need to go speak to Lori and then we can head out."

"Sure."

As he walks away, Dad scratches at his temple and considers me and Carl, before he drops his hand.

"That was fuckin' stupid, sneakin' off like that." He says plainly, like he's telling us the sky's blue. "You get that, right?"

"Yeah," We both say.

"I'm gonna throw y'all to the walkers if it ever happens again, ain't that right?"

"Yeah," We say again.

He slowly nods to himself. "Good. 'Cause I mean it. They like little kids the best."

Against my own will, I'm suddenly scrunching my nose at him and smiling. "No, they don't, Dad."

"Sure they do. They told me."

Carl clearly doesn't buy it. "Walkers can't talk, Daryl."

"That's what they want you to think," He says ominously, grabbing his crossbow and standing from the bench. "Tell ya what — We gon' be gone a while, but when we get back, I'mma be pickin' off some of them walkers in the courtyard. Need me some volunteers."

"Me," I quickly stick my hand up like I'm in school again. "I'll do it."

"And me," Carl nods.

"Okay," Dad lilts as I lower my hand. "But only if you're free."

"We're free," I confirm. Anything is better'un washin' dishes. "We're super free. Free-est we ever been."

His mouth twitches up into an amused smirk. "Alright, then."

Rick marches back into the dinner hall, stuffing a glock in the back of his pants line and nodding toward the door. "C'mon. We're up."

"Stay your asses in the cell block this time," He warns us before slinging his crossbow over his shoulder and following after him.

The door clatters shut.

I let out a big breath.

"We're alive," Carl says, shocked.

Not wanting to jinx it, I stand from the bench and we head back into the cell hall together.

End Notes.

The phrase, "You're mature for your age," in my opinion, is almost never a good thing. Or even true!

As a kid who was told this all the time growing up, I know that it's mainly because of people mistaking trauma in children for maturity. I wanted to reflect my experiences in Harley's. I make a point try not to project any of my own feelings or opinions onto characters because I want them to stay authentic, but I felt like it would be plausible that she went through the same thing as I did.

Hope you enjoyed this short chapter!

@poetoflawed

[curelore]

not me typing this with dried tears on my face LOL

that's how I know that I really liked a series, I cry when it's done because the characters and I have to say goodbye (even if the whole message is that we'll be together in our hearts....and if I can revisit those people anytime by watching the anime over again....)

I took a METRIC TON of screenshots of the final three episodes, way more than I could probably fit into one post, so I will select the most important/my favorite ones to include here

I love when they have these illustrated-looking pics for dramatic moments!! I hope it's a thing going forward in other seasons as well :)

truth be told, I didn't like the grand princess forms at first, but after seeing Flora fight in it with the staff key, I have been converted this transformation is SO cool and I can't believe that they haven't gone for more cure weapons that are staves since because they animated the fight with it really well

I feel bad for non-flora fans, but the final fight being between her and close as the ultimate incarnation of despair where she accepts that despair led to where she is now and that it will never disappear was amazing!! This is honestly the type of final fight that I wish Blossom got :(

And this ending scene...wow I wasn't expecting it but it made me cry even harder I think!! It's so tragic that they will never all get to be reunited in the same way again, never get to experience that time in their lives again, but that fact is what makes their memories and crystallized keys so beautiful :,)

Overall, I think that Go! Princess is not only one of my favorite seasons, but really solid in terms of quality as well. The plot was interesting and expanded on the theme of "dreams" in really interesting ways, and I generally like when the Precure seasons that focus on "bad" emotions end up with the Cures realizing that they can't erase the bad things from existence, but instead can keep overcoming them. Suite had an ending like that, and I liked the way that they did it there, too. Ultimately, I think that this season is going to be hard to beat, and I wonder if it rivals even Heartcatch for my favorite season. Idk! Either way, it's really high up there!! Now, though, even though I said I would be watching Delicious Party next at some point, I've decided to go backwards in the chronology and watch HapCha! It's a divisive season, and I am just dying to see what the hell happens in it and whether its as bad as some people think. Guess I'll see :D

[endlessnightlock]

number 7 and 8? you don’t have to combine them but that would be cool too! thank you for doing this!

because this is what we’ve done since we were kids no matter the adult implications of it now, with an added bonus of because

because you’re crying as if i’m about to disappear?

50 Reasons to Share a Bed

I already wrote a drabble with the first prompt, so I'll just use the second one :).

8. Because you’re crying as if I'm about to disappear?

The hospital bed sat empty, sterile, and silent in the corner of the room. What would have been an innocuous feature in any healthcare facility represented something entirely different in a house once teeming with life and vitality.

Katniss bit the edge of her fingernail to keep from screaming. She wasn't one for public emotions of any sort, and amongst the crowd gathered at her childhood home, she wasn't planning to start now. She couldn't stand to look at that hospital bed, and yet she couldn't stop looking at it.

"Why haven't you gotten rid of that thing yet?" she asked, taking a deep drink from the whiskey glass someone had handed her half an hour or so ago. Grief did funny things to a person; She'd lost all concept of time over the last few days. The days and nights were unending, and she floated listlessly through them, only half alive herself. She wished there was a remote control she could use to fast forward past the period of her life.

"Hospice hasn't come for it yet," Prim said. She shrugged. "I don't spend time in this part of the house anymore."

Katniss knew that. Prim had moved her room to the basement of their childhood home years ago. While Katniss had flown the nest after high school graduation, Prim didn't take that step. It turned out to be fortuitous; their father died when Prim was twenty, and their mother's cancer showed up only two years later. By that point, Katniss was busy with work and life hours from their hometown, leaving Prim to carry the burden of taking care of their mother through oncology appointments, endless tests, drug trials, and finally, end-of-life care and funeral planning.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here much," Katniss said, realizing she hadn't apologized for her absence yet. She wouldn't have been much good to Prim or their mother anyway, but it still needed to be said. Mostly she was sorry she wasn't the sort of sister who was good at being supportive.

"It's alright, Kat," Prim whispered, patting her on the arm. "You did what you could. I couldn't have afforded all that time off work to take care of her if you hadn't sent money."

Still, it didn't seem like enough. But that part of their life, the part where she and Prim were someone's child, was over, and there was no going back and changing any of it.

KPKPKPKPKP

Katniss knew Peeta didn't keep any weapons in his house, and that knowledge was all it took to convince her it would be okay to unlock his front door in the middle of the night and let herself into his house with the key he hadn't asked her to give back to him when she split up with him last month.

On silent feet, she made her way up the carpeted steps to his bedroom on the upper floor of the house. Knowing she had no right to assume he was alone since she was the one who left, Katniss still breathed a sigh of relief when she found Peeta alone, asleep in his bed.

I hope he doesn't hate me, she thought, slipping her shoes off wearily and inching toward his bed and the promise of finally sleeping again. She wasn't just here because she was exhausted. She was here because she was the biggest idiot who'd ever graced the earth to break up with Peeta, and she missed him so much it was killing her.

Peeta didn't stir when Katniss pulled the covers back and climbed in, easily finding her old spot. He didn't wake up until she wrapped her shaking arms around him. His eyes blinked open. He stiffened in surprise but relaxed when he realized it was her. "What are you doing here?" he asked, pausing midway to clear the gravel from his throat.

She tried to tell him, but the emotional deluge beat her to it and there was no talking then. Peeta remained silent as she wept. Choking, uncontrollable, ugly sobs poured out of Katniss like he was the one on the verge of disappearing forever like her mother they'd buried that morning. He had every right to kick her out of his bed and his house, tell her to leave forever, and quit fucking with his heart, but he didn't.

"Hey, I'm here," Peeta said instead, repeating the words softly, over and over like a mantra.

[remuswriting]

REMUSWRITING PORTFOLIO

My fics that I believe are representations of my best male reader works. All links are the AO3 links since those have been edited since posting.

If you're interested in all my fics, then there's my AO3 and my masterlist.

Iwaizumi Hajime

take your time (i'll be here)

university | fluff | domestic | 1.9k

It’s dead-week, and Y/N wishes Hajime would change his major.

Kageyama Tobio

resentment

twin au | angst | misunderstandings | 7.9k

Kageyama believes Y/N, his twin brother, is the complete opposite of him, which means they have to hate each other.  The only thing is that Y/N didn’t get the memo.

Kozume Kenma

cut the cameras

university | angst | poly relationship | wip

It’s Y/N’s final year of university when his advisor nominates him to submit a short film for the Tokyo Film Festival for a final grade. Cue the lights, the cameras, making more friends than he expected to, and having realizations that flip his entire world upside down.

Miya Atsumu

online friends

pre-relationship | fluff | angst | 2.3k

Create a Twitter thread about Naruto and volleyball, and Miya Atsumu is now your best friend.

Miya Osamu

and how the stars shine

camp counselor | pre-relationship | 3.6k

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Miya Triplet

the narrative

triplet au | angst | hopeful ending | wip

Everyone has a different perception of Miya Y/N. Y/N doesn't know which is the right one.

Oikawa Tooru

interviews

journalist! reader | getting together | 5.8k

Oikawa makes a terrible first impression to L/N, Seijoh's newspaper editor-in-chief, when the volleyball team gets featured in the school magazine.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

where the wind takes me

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Sakusa sees L/N out buying White Day gifts.

Sugawara Koushi

changes

male oc | angst | friends to rivals | 6.3k

Sato was dangerous on the court. Sugawara wished he wasn't.

hold me tight

male oc | angst | slow burn | wip

Sato Kai is a manager for Karasuno boys’ VBC and no one can get a read on him, even though he can read all of them.

Tsukishima Kei

first words

soulmate au | hanahaki disease | 20.2k

In a world where the first words your soulmate say to you is on your wrist, Y/N manages to get “hello.”

you’re already home

fluff | post-time skip | second person | nonexplicit sex | 1.2k

The words "I love you" don't feel enough to describe how much Tsukishima loves you.

Ukai Keishin

next to you

high school ukai | fluff | 5.1k

Keishin wants to play with Y/N no matter how hard he has to work for it.

an ocean away

sequel to next to you | angst | pining | 7.7k

Y/N knew he had terrible ideas, but he hoped coming back to Japan after 10 years to see Karasuno at nationals and confess to his high school boyfriend that he’s still in love with him wouldn’t be one of them.

Yamaguchi Tadashi

a sight for sore eyes

angst | miscommunication | 6k

Sometimes it's hard to accept unrequited love and move on.

[giggasnap]

(SPOILERS FOR FIONNA AND CAKE EP 9 AND 10)

live thoughts as I watch the episode

LSP spaghetti guts? Ew

SIMON INSIDE THE FUCKING FRIDGE WHAT THE FUCK???? WHAT??? PENNYWISE HEAD ASS

oh thank God it was a dream. Maybe

oh no. I can already tell cake being magic is gonna fuck everything up

Gary and Marshall wholesome yaoi

Fionna you sound and look insane

MY BABYGIRL THE LICH WHAT ARE YOU PRAYING TO HONEY

SIMON WHY WOULD YOU KICK HIM

The lich is kind of pretty okay I won't even lie. He can be a little pretty. Also this is the most he's ever spoken

AHHH HES SO COOL I KNEW IT I KNEW HE WASNT SATISFIED KILLING EVERYTHING

I love you Mister Lich also what is that weird black box on your chest. Oh no.

HOLY SHIT WHAT. BRO GOT CUBED???? FREE MY MAN!!!!!

Simon I think you might die dude

Aw I remember shermy and beth

Uhm. What. I mean I guess that makes sense for Betty to do but also what. Also I'm still hung up on the lich cubes all around Golbetty can we like address that

Scarab I think you are going to suffer a horrific fate my guy

I was right

CAKE YOU ARE SCARING THE GAYS

"I would still date you if you were a vampire" we know dude we know

SIMON CANNOT DO "ANYTHING" BRO IS STRUGGLING TO MATERIALIZE RIGHT NOW

Shermy Simon is cute

PRISMO!!!!

I just keep wondering where all of this is going

oh fuck the book failed

LSP NOOO

EPSIODE 9 ENDS LIKE THAT WHAT THE FUCK

literally one last episode and then its over. What. I'm scared

Guys. I think we are fucked. I dunno though.

Oooo animation is cool

This is neat but what is actually occuring right now

CHOOSE GOOSE!????

WAIT PAWN SWAN???

"get outta here!" Omg

THE MIDDLE FINGER??? OKAY

Simonshermy maybe we should just go visit BMO and see if he has the crown. That seems more plausible than whatever we're doing here.

WHAT IS GOING ON. WHY ARE YOU PUKING BLUE.

"he's hot" Marshall. There are bigger things to worry about but also valid

Scarab petty as hell but we've known that

aw perry is neat

NO PERRY

"our post office! That was our oldest building" FIONNA stop this I'm going to tear up

"go cake!" "Love you, fi!" GUYS THEYRE ADORABLE

Nova and Casper are obviously Simon and Betty parallels somehow. I feel it.

I knew it. Which will you choose.

Oh my god. Simon is having a realization.

"Nova was obsessed with Casper" "but I thought they were in love" "they were! But it wasn't exactly on equal footing." Oh my god everyone shut up while I cry for three billion years.

Oh no. Simon will do something. What is he going to do Im scared.

Bye ash. Also fuck ash in all universes

Gary. Bruh

MARSHALL NOW IS NOT THE TIME!!!!

Simon please bro don't do anything too extreme I'm scared he'll kill himself high-key

I WILL START SOBBING. NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN

I don't even know what to say anymore. Fionna and cake about to get vaporized

SIMON FUCKING BANSHEE SCREECHING. THE ONLY THING THAT GETS THIS GUY FIRED UP HIS IS BABIES GETTING MESSED WITH HIS BABIES BEING FINN FIONNA OR MARCELINE

so does this count as a golbetty wish or a Prismo wish

SCARAB WHAT THE FUCK

VAMPIRE WORLD FINN!!!

GIANT BUFF FIONNA LETS GOOOO

Simon getting actual therapy yes

[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter Seven, Part 4

"Chad! Chris!" Someone shouted at us and we both turned our heads to see a girl with a shaved head waving us over.

"What took you so long?" She asked as she gave Chad and I friendly hugs.

"Bad directions." Chad said with a laugh.

"I thought you lived in the city, Chris?" Alana said. She sat down, letting her black overall style dress puff up from the force slightly. A smaller mouse of a girl sat next to her, sipping on a plastic cup of beer.

"I know like four blocks around my house and a few random paths to the lake and convenience stores," I said taking a seat next to the mouse girl.

"Guys, this is Emma. My girlfriend. Emma, this is Chris," she pointed at me, "and that's Chad." She pointed to Chad. Alana had come out as bisexual in high school, and was one of the very few girls who wasn't just doing it for extra attention.

"Hey," she said quietly, weakly waving. She seemed just as out of place as I felt. I guess I just hid mine a little better. Alana sat down, pouring both Chad and I a cup from a half empty pitcher of beer.

"I'll grab the next one," I said, taking the cup and drinking the quickly warming liquid deep. Alcohol ruins inhibitions. It removes insecurity and replaces it with confidence in yourself. Alcohol made me normal. At least until I over did it and found myself screaming at god with my head in a porcelain throne.

"Add another round that you owe us," Alana said. She took Emma's hand and squeezed it. It was kind of cute, in it's own way. Then I realized this must be what my dynamic with Addison was like. An extrovert and an introvert. Maybe that thing about opposites attracting had some truth to it.

"Ok. Wait, why do we owe you?'

"For being so late. Why didn't you call? I probably could have figured it out. Or at least could've looked it up on my phone."

"I fucking did try calling you. You never answered." Chad said loudly.

"You did not. I never got a missed call."

"I swear, I tried to call you."

"He did. I can vouch for that." I said.

"I can prove it," he fiddled with his phone and then held it out for all to see. It was his call log, showing he'd called Alana.

"Weird. I wonder why I never got it. You guys know you can call more than once, right?"

Both Chad and I burst out laughing. Neither one of us had even thought to call again. It's like we had just crossed calling her off our list. We may have been laughing, but inside I was feeling quite stupid.

"Yeah, that might've worked,"Chad said wiping a tear from his eye. For being two individuals who were somewhat proud of our intelligence, it wasn't all that rare for us to lose common sense.

"It's like when the two of you get together, you only have half a brain." Alana said. Emma just watched the conversation. Her eyes would volley to whoever was speaking. She even cracked a smile as Alana made fun of us.

"If I only had a brain," I sang, loudly and not even in any known key.

We talked through the usual catching up business, which always comes before the conversation becomes in the now. It turns out nothing much had changed with Alana since the last time I saw her. Other than her moving to Milwaukee, starting the path towards being a drug abuse counselor, and her girlfriend. And in all honesty, not one of those things came as really shocking news.

Emma and Chad were talking. Chad never had a problem starting a conversation with a stranger. It's a skill that I wish I still had sometimes.

I looked around the bar. People were still coming in with smiles and waves to friends. A DJ was starting to set up in the far corner. Groups huddled around each other, having loud secret conversations, where only half the words are heard. I recognized a few faces from shows in Riverwest, but nobody that I actually could say I knew.