#I swear when I tell you it hangs over me all the time 😅😅😅

[exploring-in-space]

Currently rereading some Robron fic faves. Obviously I read the one but I also reread Notes From Across the Hall and it just made me smile so much. ❤️

Ahhh sorry it took me so long to reply! I honestly feel so lucky how well notes from across the hall did since it was my first fic I had posted in almost ten years 😂😭 it will always have a special place in my heart!!

[gutterfuuck]

ok all i can think of is super pervy & creepy incel mark w a reader who lowk knows he’s super weird and creepy with her but is like…into it. like he steals her underwear and gets off on the smell of her and she knows and is just like 🤷‍♀️😊 like maybe she finds a fucking box of her underwear under his bed while they’re hanging out and he’s like oh fuck i swear it’s not what it looks like and she’s like :0 okay but do you want another pair? 😊😊

“ and in addition to my other ask; what would be even better is a reader who is so like fucked up mentally over being into it (bc uhhh she doesn't think she should be so into her best friend being a fucking creep) and mark can tell and he's like ok so ur just a little pervert like me!— ☆ “

this is so good anon omggg—- it would also be an interesting idea to have a reader who’s kind of a bully/mean girl towards mark + he retaliates (😉) but that is a whole other concept that i am not focusing on rn haha 😅

MDNI, 18+ CONTENT

you were accustomed to it by now; mark’s calloused finger tips brushing past your neck, hands wrapping around your waist or pulling you almost into his lap at times. he was just a touchy guy, you were his best friend, he’d never look at you like that!! mark just loved playing with your hair, he was just affectionate!

you knew why his hugs would linger just for a bit too long, you weren’t stupid. that’s why you weren’t the least bit shocked when you had found out where your underwear had ran off to. you weren’t shocked, weren’t exactly disappointed either. you knew what had been going on, you damn near set him up by just leaving your clothes thrown onto his bathroom floor after you would use his shower and purposely wearing short skirts and low tops whenever you would hang out with him. you’d picked up on his behaviour for a while now, so had everyone else. everyone around you could see how often mark would touch and let you walk up the stairs first so he could see up your skirt, “well i’m not gonna look up there, you know that.” “if you fall or slip, i’ll be there to catch you, y’know?” “c’mon y/n, don’t you trust me? wouldn’t you rather me accidentally see up there?” “you already walk around my house basically naked sometimes.” he justified, eventually winning you over and getting the chance to pull out his phone while distracting you with talk, taking a video from underneath your skirt.

you’d found them when you had dropped your phone down the side of his bed, going to get it before mark could protest and offer himself to grab it, he hadn’t moved that one pair of cotton white panties, the ones he had pressed up to his nose the night before, getting off to the scent of your pussy still on them. mark almost died when his fear came to fruition, you holding up your own pair of underwear that you had left your phone for.

mark’s face turned red, hand shooting forward to grab at the pair of underwear; you snatching your hand away. “i-it isn’t what you think it is!” he shouted, your eyes locked onto his. the corners of your lips turned upwards, glancing at the panties and then back to mark, “i think these are my panties. no, i’m sure.” you spoke, mark’s hands flew to your shoulders. “they must’ve g-gotten there by accident…-you’re always here, you never know, you might’ve left them here-” he stuttered, fingers digging into your skin gently, moving up to hold your face so he could give you a look of sincerity, hoping that you would believe his lies.

“d’you want more?”

he swear he heard ringing in his ears. the world seemed to slow down, his vision blurry. did you really just say that or was he actually going crazy this time? a beat, two. “what?” he breathed out, voice quiet and getting lost somewhere on the way out. “i’m wearing pink. white polkadots, lace i think.” you wondered, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt, inching it towards your upper thighs. further, further. “wanna see?” and mark feels like he’s going to explode. he was already nodding before you had even asked him if he wanted to look at your underwear, you got off of the bed, standing in front of him and lifted your skirt up. lace, just like you had promised. crimson red trickled out of mark’s nose, dick throbbing in his pants.

he looked so disheveled, half lidded puppy eyes focused on your clothed cunt, blood slowly dripping down his nose and past his chin, red staining his shirt. “can.. c-can i…” he almost drooled, hand reaching towards your thigh, needing to hold you, needing to confirm that this was real and happening. “you’re gonna let me touch you here, yeah?” his hands stuck to your waist, pulling you closer as he moved to kneel in front of you, pressing his face into your cunt and sniffing feverishly, tongue lolling out to lick you through the cloth.

“s’good… smell so f-fuckin’ good, y/n..” he groaned, you giggled. you were so perfect for him, so fucking perfect. he slid one of his hands into his pants, wasting no time in stroking his cock, jerking himself off while he sniffed around under your skirt and put his mouth around your still covered pussy, wetting the fabric and licking up your juices as soon as they secreted from your heat and soaked into your panties that mark would definitely be keeping. your hands stroked through his hair, gasping lightly when he pulled your panties to the side and instantly began sucking harshly on your clit, rubbing circles into it with his hot tongue.

this was sooo fucked up. were you taking advantage of him? would it even matter seeing as he’s obviously been taking advantage of you, stealing your underwear while you weren’t looking? you didn’t care, neither did mark. you especially didn’t care when his fingers found their way into your warm cunt, pumping in and out while he gently grazed your sensitive bud with his teeth, your fingers tightening in his hair and your chest heaving, a low growl rumbling in the back of his throat as he held you still with both hands now, teeth biting down just right enough for it to make you almost jump backwards, a light squeal leaving your lips.

“taste so good… so wet f’me, getting my fingers all sticky..” he talked into your clit, tongue flicking back and forth. mark pulled away, looking up at you with lust glazed eyes, putting his fingers into his mouth and sucking your slick off of his digits. he turned you around, mouth open while he panted, hands spreading your asscheeks as his tongue began licking circles around your asshole, making you almost jump at the unexpected action. “j-just wanna touch you everywhere…” mark told you, tongue pushing past your tight little back opening, your ass clenching around his tongue as you nearly fell over onto your knees, mark steadying you.

you were always teasing him, always. he pulled his tongue out, pulling you down onto the floor with him, positioning you onto your back, hands attacking your zipped up jacket and almost tearing the clean off. no shirt. no bra. fuck, you’d done this on purpose. “so fucking hot…” he said before sucking on your now exposed nipples, other hand squeezing as if he had no idea on how to handle tits gently. oh, that was because he didn’t. he was inexperienced, but it wasn’t something that made you upset. no, quite the opposite, you liked it; the hungriness of it. the greediness, selfishness.

“no bra… practically naked under there…-“ he huffed tapping your leg so you would wrap your legs around his waist. he bent down to lick your cheek, smiling when you gave him a look of confusion, “p-perv..!” you joked, laughing at him. his cock strained, his cheeks went pink. “again… fuck, call me that again.” mark muttered, humping against you on the floor, trapping you in with his teeth tight on your shoulder. you complied, gasping and nodding, “pervert..”

he lost it, getting to his feet and keeping his hand on your head so you knew not to stand up along with him, his hand anchored in the back of your hair, using it to pull you forward so he could rub your face in his bulge, throwing his head back when you opened your mouth, sliding your lips up and down the side of his cock through his pants.

in reality, maybe you were the pervert. you couldn’t care less, your hot best friend was trying to force his fat cock all the way down your throat with his gorgeous face all ruined and flustered with your lacey-pink-and-white panties held up to his nose, your scent drove him fucking crazy, your own face streaking of mascara and your lipstick smudged around the corners of your lips. you were beautiful to him, his hips unrelenting with his messy thrusts. “nghh aaaahh.. so warm… ‘s this what pussy feels like too?” he asked, gripping your hair even tighter. “b-bet you’re tighter in there… in your cunt-“ he continued to let his tip bully the back of your neck, your throat bulging ever so slightly with each harsh thrust, catching a rhythm that made his balls slap against your chin. “c-callin’ me the perv… you’re all soaked and sicky down there…” your eyes watered, nails digging into the meat of this thighs, your cunt gushing. this was so wrong, you should know better than to let your best friend throat fuck you after finding out that he had been getting away with stealing your items of clothing for so long. “you’re the real pervert, hah..- you look so messy, f-fuck, i-i’m gonna cumdownyourthroat—“ he choked out, dick pulsing as his head rolled back, his vision blanking and hips stuttering, thick ropes of cum filling your mouth.

he was right, you were the perv. only a perv would swallow their best friend’s load and beg him to shoot the next one into your guts.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

hello! i was wondering if you could do poly!plastic x reader where regina has a condition like anemia or is simply just sick and won't admit that she's sick or needs help till she eventually collapses. sorry if it's too specific and you absolutely don't have to do it if you fon't wanna! :)

The Date-

|| poly!plastics x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; mostly Regina's pov, mentions of throw up, Regina's sick and hiding it, Gretchen stands up to Regina (though briefly), Regina blacks out, brief swearing

|| Summary; when Regina wakes up, she finds she isn't feeling well. But holds out for the date later that evening.

Requests closed!

Started; November 13th

Finished; November 13th

+ Anon Request; hey can you do poly!plastics x reader where it's regina being sick or anemic (only her gfs know that) but would never admit if she's not feeling well because she has an image to "uphold." sorry if it's too specific! it's all gopd i you can't 😅

Author Note; i wrote her being sick, since that was easier for me to write 🫶

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It wasn't often Regina George got sick. In fact, there was hardly ever a time where she was. Of course she's faked being sick a number of times, just like every other kid. But today she was not feeling great. Like, at all. Every time she took a step Regina felt like she would throw up. Or pass out. Or both.

But did she take the day off? No. Because there were things she genuinely wanted to do at school and after today. She wanted to see her girlfriends and partner. Plus, Regina was looking forward to their date tonight. She booked them reservations at a nice ass restaurant and it would suck to lose their spot. Considering the next wait was nearly two months. She wasn't about to wait forever again. So, Regina tried her hardest to look okay. She may have over done it a bit on the makeup, but Regina hardly cared right now.

Despite feeling sick, Regina still took the time to pick up all of you. You, Gretchen and Karen. None of you noticed the signs at first. Gretchen thought she maybe saw a grimace, or was it a scowl? Sometimes it was hard to tell with the blonde. She did try keeping an eye on her, though it didn't take long before Gretchen was distracted by Karen's lips.

Being at school was probably the worst part of it. She skipped a lot of her classes. Regina ended up spending most of her day in the bathroom, just in case she threw up. Because there was no way she would be listening to a teacher right now. No matter who told her to. She'd come out for lunch, hanging out with you and the girls. Trying to seem okay enough that no one would ask her any questions.

Regina managed to make it all the way until the end of the day. Where everything went wrong. Regina was walking next to you, on her other side was Gretchen and Karen. The four of you walking together. You held Regina's hand, rambling about whatever your latest interest was. And Regina tried to pay attention. She really, really did. But... everything went black.

She could vaguely hear the sounds of voices, though it was like she was separated by water. It was muffled, groggily. All around impossible to understand. When she finally came to, Regina was in the nurse's office at the school. Bucket at her couch side. You were next to her while Gretchen and Karen watched nervously. Hands and arms linked together. She groaned as she tried to sit up, but you put a hand to her chest. Keeping her down.

"No you don't," You murmured. Regina's eyes locked to yours and you could see the pain and nausea behind her eyes.

"What..?" Regina had started to ask what happened, but you answered before she could speak. Wanting her to save her strength. You gently brushed Regina's hair out of her face, hand cupping her cheek before you spoke.

"You passed out. Nurse said you looked feverish," You explained, Regina scoffed and rolled her eyes. Slowly letting herself sink into the couch a bit. Before her eyes widened.

"The date-" Regina said, once gain thinking about the reservations. You just smiled softly and shook your head. Looking to Gretchen.

"Absolutely not, those reservations aren't as important as your health." Gretchen put her foot down; which was rare for her to do. Especially to Regina. Though Gretchen's worry for her out weighed any fears.

"There were reservations?" Karen blinked, looking at Gretchen. She forgot all about it. Gretchen just sighed.

"Not for tonight." Her tone held a sense of firmness to it that sounded weird coming from Gretchen. Regina challenged her, knowing it usually didn't take much to sway the girl.

"Excuse me? We're going, I paid a shit tone for those spots. Besides, I'm literally fine. You're overreacting." Regina grumbled. Trying to keep hold of her image. She had to be fine.

You frowned at her, deciding to take over when you saw Gretchen tense up," we'll get a refund, baby. Go another time. But like Gretchen said, those reservations aren't as important as your health."

Regina did not look happy in the slightest. But she finally stopped fighting on it, mostly because she threw up in the trash can. And she was smart enough to know there would be no convincing after that.

[hellisharchive]

Can I please request an Adam x Male Reader who way too innocent to the point they HATE sex and cussing(Never cuss in Reader's life) and the fact they squeek like a squeek toy if they get jumped scared

﹒﹒﹒squeaky toy

➤ 18+, sexual remarks

➤ Adam x male!reader

➤ Sorry this is so late and so short! I was struggling with how to write this 😅

Adam had always teased you, throwing sexual remarks your way and always making sure to scare you at any given moment. It always frustrated you and made you upset. But at the same time, you had these weird feelings for him that you couldn't decipher. It couldn't be a crush, it just couldn't! He was so rude to you, yet why did you miss him when he didn't antagonize you one day?

The day was strange- Adam wasn't in your corner at all today. You thought you would enjoy it, but it just felt off. You still tried to remain positive though, hanging with friends and laughing. They asked if you knew where Adam was since he usually would have been here around this time, but you answered honestly and had no idea. You also accidentally admitted that you missed him, which caused them to light up claiming you had a crush on him.

You of course denied it, but you couldn't help feel that they were right. Tomorrow quickly came and you hoped you would see him again, even if you would never admit it. He always tried to get you to swear and you refused every single time. This was Heaven! He may be able to swear but you never have even in your living life. The day was going by eerily quiet without him until the familiar yell startled you, causing you to jump up.

"HAHAHA I got you again Bitch! HA that was hilarious! You never fail to sound like a fucking squeaky toy! Missed me?" He walked out from behind you with his signature smirk as he looked at you. Swallowing, you thought of what to say as you calmed down from his scare.

"And what if I did?" That wasn't what you meant to say, immediately backtracking as you panicked, crap! You tried to save the situation, but it was useless. Your simple mistake had costed you your secret. Dang it!

"YOU missing ME? I thought you hated me! Was that a lie? Oh my God this is too good. You hearing this Lute?" Mr. Perfect over here missed me!" He doubled over laughing as Lute agreed, just staring at him laughing as he finally stood up, wiping tears away.

"I always knew you liked me Bitch. What? You gonna tell me you wanna get fucked by the original dick now?" Why did he say that? You panicked, immediately denying it. You hated sex so much, always hearing him talk about made you uncomfortable, yet you still missed his presence. He also tried to get you to swear before, but you refused.

"NO! NO! I DO NOT STOP!" You were thoroughly flustered to no ends as you put your hands over your face, just imagining doing it gave you the ick. Your hands were moved away as he smirked, he knew how to push your buttons.

"Hey, you meet me at my place tonight. I wanna take ya out" You stared at him wide eyed. Did he just ask you out on a date? You always thought he was only into girls anyways. Why did he ask you out? He was waiting for your answer, so you just stumbled as you said ok.

"That's what I thought, Bitch. Wear something nice" And he walked away, leaving you confused, flustered and anxious. Why did you agree? You friends immediately hounded you, concerned for how you were feeling. You just said you wished he didn't leave you alone again.

[waitingonher]

percy jackson dating a child of apollo

characters: percy jackson

content warning: like one curse word

word count: 941

author's note: i accidentally deleted the original ask. oops. i'm also just gonna pretend that it didn't take me like four weeks to write this... (i am so sorry anon 😅)

you are—quite literally—the light of percy’s life! he’s never been more grateful for someone than you. even in his darkest moments, percy knows that he can always depend on you to show him the light. 

your guys’ personalities complement each other so well, it’s crazy. percy knows you like the back of his hand, and sometimes, it’s like he knows you better than you know yourself. 

his giving love languages are definitely physical touch and acts of service!! 

your boyfriend is ALWAYS touching you somehow. whether it be a hand on your lower back or his knee touching your knee, percy just likes to be close to you. it’s definitely a surefire way of telling everyone that you’re his! 

life as a demigod is certainly rough, so he’ll do everything in his power to make your day at least a teensy bit better. a few of things he’s done for you include maintenance for your instruments and/or bow & arrow, folding your laundry, and cleaning around your cabin, but the list could go on for miles!!

as you enter the dining pavilion for breakfast, you quickly spot percy who waves and beckons you over to his table.  “morning y/n,” he says, kissing your cheek as you sit next to him.  you smile, “hi percy! have you seen my bow? i can’t seem to find it and i have a class to teach later today.”  “oh yeah sorry babe, i have it,” he pauses to swallow his food, “i remember you were talking about needing to replace your bowstring, so i had will give it to me so i could fix it for you.”  almost knocking him off of the bench, you tackle percy into a tight hug, “aw thanks percy! you’re the best.”  he laughs at your sudden attack, “of course babe, happy to help.” 

as for his receiving love languages, percy loves physical touch and quality time. 

whether it be hanging out with you in the infirmary or trailing behind you as you teach an archery class, he values every minute spent with you. 

he’d even clean the entire amphitheater with you without making any complaints. i swear, this boy is so head over heels for you. 

percy loves, loves, LOVES when you include him in your favorite hobbies/activities. even if he isn’t very good at it, he’ll always try his best, because he knows that doing so makes you happy. and percy would do anything to see you happy. 

he doesn’t even mind when you chide him for messing up because the way you smile and laugh at him has him in a chokehold. 

percy remembers all of the little things!! it could be the tiniest detail ever, like which brand of paint brushes you prefer to use, and he’d store it away in his mental “y/n folder.” 

as you organize your bow into its rightful spot on the rack, you feel your boyfriend pull you into a back hug, planting chaste kisses on your cheek, “hi babe, done with your training?”  “yes percy, but i’m all sweaty!” you laugh, trying to escape his grip.  he simply chuckles, “i don’t care, i missed you today.”  you turn around to face him with an amused look, “we ate breakfast together?” percy merely shrugs in response before grabbing your hand, “anyways, come with me, i’ve got a surprise for you.”   “oh? what is it perce?” you question.  he chuckles, “you’ll see.”  minutes later, you and percy reach the entrance of his cabin. he swiftly goes inside and returns, holding the gift behind his back, “okay, give me your hands and close your eyes.” closing your eyes, you hold out your hands, “is it keys to a brand new car?” you gasp, “or is it a snake? because i’m actually gonna kill you if it is.” percy laughs before placing the object in your hands, “you can open your eyes now. it’s honestly not much, but you mentioned something about liking this brand before.”  at that, you open your eyes to see a new set of your favorite paints, “holy shit percy! are you serious? when’d you even have the time to get these?”  he grins, “last week. i was in the city for a tiny errand chiron gave me.”  “gods, you’re amazing, i love you,” you say, pulling percy into a kiss.  percy pulls away with a lopsided smile spreading across his face, “how many more paint sets will i have to buy you in order for you to kiss me like that again?”  “as of now, none,” you respond, leaning in for yet another kiss. 

for the longest time, you and percy have had this weird ongoing thing where you two will try to come up with the weirdest pet names for each other. 

percy will come up to you and greet you with a casual “hi pookie dookie pie, how’s it going?” 

or you’ll address him as “sweet cookie sugar face” because he was eating one of sally’s cookies. 

everyone is so confused because they don’t know that it’s been an ongoing joke between you guys. 

“good morning honey bunny boo bear! how’d you sleep?” you ask your boyfriend.  percy holds back a laugh, “morning, i slept very well. and how’d you sleep, snookums?”  out the corner of your eyes, you spot leo and piper looking at each other, eyes wide and their jaws on the floor.  “i’m gonna barf,” they say simultaneously, both slapping a hand over their mouths.  you and percy stifle your laughter before putting on a serious face, “you guys wouldn’t get it.” 

gods you two are the cutest thing ever!

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🪶 Being Karasuno’s Manager 🪶

Kageyama’s Crush

Tobin Kageyama featuring Karasuno x gender neutral manager

Warnings: fluff, some light kageyama swearing, a little angst but it all works out 🥰 also this is my sMaLl headcanon set 🙄 zero chill istg

A/N: happy birthday to this sweet little Angel bby 🥹 I decided to do bby kags because LOOKATHOWCUTEHISFACEIS 😭

First, love this for you Yn 😅

You are our second year manager for our feral crows

Literally, these guys might be wInGlEsS cRoWs but they don’t have any trouble finding attractive managers 😍

You were originally going to take over for Kiyoko by yourself but thankfully, our queen found someone to help you out

Of course, you deal with the usual suspects

*cough* NOYA AND TANAKA *cough*

But honestly, you just carry a water bottle at this point to spray them when they act up

Noya and Tanaka 👉🏻 come to our arms sweet Yn 🥰

You 👇🏻

Honestly bravo for keeping your fellow second years in line Yn ���

However, when it came to keeping the the toddlers of the team in line, you take a different approach

You see, you have a rather soft spot for our precious first years

I mean, they are freaking adorable 🤩

Especially one in particular…

One, Tobio Kageyama 🙌🏻

You don’t know exactly why, but you seem to get along well with Kageyama

Whether it be sitting next to him during team meetings or helping him practice during individual training

You just seem to understand this mysterious blueberry boi

Naturally, helping Kageyama means hanging out with his bestie, whom he SWEARS is not his bestie but is definitely his bestie, Hinata 😌

By now, you are use to Hinata and Kageyama fighting

Literally, you pretty much just ignore it

You’ve picked up on signals that tell you if Hinata is in immediate danger ⚠️

So, most of the time, Dadchi leaves the handling of Kags and Hinata to you

And while you are happy to help out, Kageyama begins to feel a certain way…

At first, he literally thinks he’s just hungry 😐

No joke, his stomach fills with butterflies and he feels weird when you enter the gym

So naturally, he thinks he’s hungry

🙄 literal idiot istg-

However, he soon starts to feel like maybe it’s more

It’s your laugh, your smile and your jokes

They make him feel warm and happy 🥹

Even when he’s walking with you and Hinata after school, he feels content

At first, it freaks him out

Because like wait, something other than volleyball is making him happy 🤯

Talk about odd…

He doesn’t really understand the feelings he’s having until someone points them out

It’s during a practice match with Date Tech that it first happens

You are busy running around, doing your job when Koganegawa intercepts you

“Hey YN! Could you maybe help me for a second?” He asks, showing you his finger tape that is falling off

“Sure!” You say cheerfully, helping him fix it

Meanwhile, you are joking and laughing with the giant setter, talking about nothing in particular

However 👀 a certain someone is literally GLARING at you

Kageyama doesn’t even try to hide it, his staring holes right thought Koganegawa’s head

Everyone notices it, looking between you and Kageyama until it’s finally all falling into place

The majority of the team is simply flabbergasted that Kageyama has feelings for anything outside of a volleyball

“Oh my god, are you guys seeing this?” Suga says as the team nods in agreement

They aren’t sure what to do because this is completely uncharted territory

Leave it to Hinata to blaze the trail 😌

“Hey crappyama, why are you glaring at Kogane like you want to murder him?” Hinata :D

Kageyama’s neck snaps to Hinata, exorcist style

“This is my normal face dumbass!” Kageyama growls as Hinata stares back

“LIAR!” Tanaka screams

“Looks like the great king has a little crush,” Tsukishima teases

Meanwhile Kageyama is now glaring at his team when you approach

“Hey guys what’s up?” You say as everyone looks to you

“Nothing,” Kageyama says before turning to leave

Poor bby is feeling so much right now ☹️

Sure he finds you cute and fun to be around

But these aren’t feelings he’s had before

And what do we do with new feelings?

That’s right 👏

We push them away and pretend they don’t exist 😃

Ok maybe not but that’s what Kageyama does

Soon he’s ignoring you, literally walking the opposite way when you approach

It’s weird and you start to feel ignored and a little sad

In fact, you even ask Hinata what’s up

“Hey Shoyo, did I say something to upset Tobio? He isn’t talking to me anymore,” you ask

Hinata 👉🏻👁️👄👁️ uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

You 👉🏻🤨

You’ve broke our poor Hinata YN, he’s simply stop malfunctioning because he doesn’t know what to say

He doesn’t want to tell you that Kageyama probably, ok defiantly, likes you

But he also doesn’t want you to feel sad

So he goes with neither and acts completely oblivious

“Umm sorry Yn, I don’t know what’s up with him,” he says before running 🏃‍♂️ away from his problems

You are extremely confused and hurt 😔

This continues for a while, still unsure of what you’ve done to upset Kageyama

One day, you as Yachi to take over for you with helping the super volleyball idiots

“Are you sure Yn?” Yachi asks

“Yeah, I don’t think Kageyama wants me around anymore,” you sigh

Yachi is literally ready to just tell you what she and everyone knows but she knows it’s not her place

So she agrees

When Yachi shows up instead of you, Kageyama is so confused

“Where’s Yn?” He asks as Hinata finally loses it

“Kageyama you really are stupid,” he says as Kageyama grabs him by the collar

“What did you say dumbass?” He says, getting in Hinata face

“You’ve been ignoring YN and now they don’t think you want them around you, that’s why they asked Yachi to be here instead of them!” Hinata yells as Yachi stands there, nodding her head

Kageyama 👉🏻😐😳 💡

Without saying a single word, he RUNS from the gym to find you

He finds you cleaning up in the main gym, as he bolts towards you

***Picture Kageyama racing Hinata for reference 😌****

“YN I LIKE YOU!” He screams as you just stare

You rn 👉🏻👁️👄👁️ whet-

“YN I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you! It’s because I really like you and we’ll I’ve never felt this way before and I was really confused and WOULD YOU PLEASE GO ON A DATE WITH ME?!?” Kageyama screams as you just stand there

You 👉🏻😳🥹 really?

You drop what your doing, running to him and hugging him so tight

He reciprocates, hugging you against him

“Oh My God Kageyama has feelings!” Tanaka shouts

You 👉🏻😐🙄 Ennoshita…

Ennoshita just smacks him in the back of the head 👋🏻🧑🏼‍🦲

“YN and crappyama sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G!” Hinata sings

“HINATA YOU MORON YOU BETTER RUN!” Kageyama shouts as he takes after Hinata

“YN control you boyfriend!” Daichi shouts

You 👉🏻😐

Seriously Yn, good luck with that one 🫡

[jinisnuggets]

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴰᵒᶜᵗᵒʳ! ᶜʰᵒⁱ ᴶᵒⁿᵍʰᵒ ˣ ᴬˢˢⁱˢᵗᵃⁿᵗ! ᶠᵉᵐ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ⁷.⁴ᵏ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᴬⁿᵍˢᵗ, ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ..?

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ, ⁱˡˡⁿᵉˢˢ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵘʳˢⁱⁿᵍ, ˢᵗᵃʳᵗˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃˢ ᵉⁿᵉᵐⁱᵉˢ,

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃ ᵈᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵉʷ ᵍⁱʳˡ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ʰᵒˢᵖⁱᵗᵃˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᴬˢˢⁱˢᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵒⁱ ᴶᵒⁿᵍʰᵒ, ʰᵉ ᵐᵃʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʰⁱᵈ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗ�� ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵒʷⁿ

ᴬ/ⁿ: ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵈᵉˡᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠⁱᶜ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍ, ᵐʸ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ 😅, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵘᵐ ʸᵉˢ! ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉᵈ ᴵ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᵃ ᶠⁱᶜ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˡᵉⁿᵍᵗʰ ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵍⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵒʳ ⁿᵉᵉᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵃ ᵈᵒᶻᵉⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ, ᴵ ʳˡˡʸ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ <³

Things like fate and destiny were unrealistic words in his mind.

He who walked the streets for years alone had known better than anyone that things like love was just something that appeared in the movies, because those who found it in the real world were rarely ever happy.

Why couldn’t humanity just accept simple facts like that? Maybe it wasn't common knowledge but it was surely a simple concept. Why do people have to be so delusional that they shift things that always end bad into something with a happy ending.

To someone like Jongho, all of that was pure bullshit.

San picked up his phone from the table and looked at the contact, quickly excusing himself from the group and leaving to chat with the person on the other line.

“San really does love his girlfriend doesn't he?” Seonghwa mentioned with a smile replacing his regular face as he looked at everyone else who sat at the table.

“He really does, he doesn't even hang out with me anymore.” Wooyoung pouted, bringing a spoonful of his food into his mouth.

“Well it's a moment of happiness for him, let the poor man live.” Hongjoong added, picking up chopsticks and allowing himself to take a bite of his steak.

The others chuckled, allowing themselves to resume in their long awaited meals.

Wooyoung took a chance to glance to the seat over and face Jongho who was just kinda staring blankly into whatever universe he might have been in.

“Jongho you good? You kinda just went into a trance all of a sudden”

Jongho nodded in response “I just don't get why y'all are so happy over something that won't last.”

Everyone's attention shifted from their food to Jongho, even though it was expected from someone like Jongho who had that mindset for a long time, no one would've expected him to be so loud about it.

“Jongho, don't you think that's a bit direct -” Seonghwa managed to mutter out but was unable to complete his sentence due to the interruption.

“I don't get why people make such a big deal when someone speaks the truth. Admit it, if they last it's going to be surprising news for everyone.”

Wooyoung and Hongjoong made eye contact at the words of the youngest. Although no one at the table said anything, they all thought the same thing and no one was going to deny it.

“What did I miss?” San said in a cheerful and enthusiastic tone, sitting down at the table and continuing with his meal but immediately glancing around at the table upon not hearing anyone responding.

“I left for 4 minutes and you guys got into an argument? I swear with you guys.” San muttered playfully which earned a laugh from Wooyoung and a chuckle from Seonghwa. No one had the intention to tell San what had happened while he was gone even though it was almost guaranteed that he wouldn't be offended as he also knew Jongho’s mindset well.

The table became loud, mainly from Wooyoung raging at Hongjoong for certain things he said and always ending up laughing as loud a humanly possible, San also added onto the already unnecessary noise, helping Wooyoung or Hongjoong out in whatever argument they were having based on who's side he was on, Jongho and Seonghwa were quiet and just focused on eating.

Mentions of his girlfriend creeped into the conversation and Jongho couldn't help but roll his eyes, sometimes it was just a sudden mention of “my girlfriend” or sometimes it was her actual name, but she was definitely referenced in the conversation that had nothing to do with her.

Seriously what was so exciting about being with someone romantically? It's always the same outcome of them showing you who they want you to see and then later on switching to take advantage of you whenver you're too deep in their game, same situation everytime, something he'd heard far too many times.

San wouldn't last in his relationship, and Jongho knew it, although he truly dreaded the sight of his friend crying, what could be really do about it? He asked for it… It was all destined when he decided to say yes to the question that could have easily been rejected and avoided, if it was anyone's fault it was San’s.

__________

“Dr. Choi, can I have you check over these?”

The so presumed, Dr. Choi, glanced at the door to see, what he considered, the love shot girl. He didn't have any specific reason for giving you the name other than the fact that he knew you were a little blinded for the feeling of love, and that was practically his only reason behind the nickname, other than the fact that he never really took enough interest in you to memorize your full name.

Handing him your paperwork as he cleared his desk from the already full stack of papers, many empty and waiting to be filled out. You watched as he read over your work and gave it back to you, you stayed in your place, unmoving and waiting for his feedback.

He finally answered, “your work's good, maybe try being more detailed with question 2 and 7, they're too vague and Superior Kim won't like that.”

You glanced back down at your paper, kinda shocked as you read over the marked spots. “Oh my gosh, thank you. I didn't even realize how badly I wrote them… anything else I should take a look at?”

Jongho finally met you in the eye, you could tell that he was annoyed and in his mind it was probably a waste of time to be giving a newbie like you advice. Dr. Choi was a full on experienced doctor, and he knew how to correct his mistakes when he made them, unlike you who still needed to get the okay from another doctor, he wasn't the only annoyed one, you were quite annoyed at yourself too.

“I have a question.” You heard him say… standing up straight and fixing your posture, “Yes…?” You were nervous and you couldn't hide it, Dr. Choi was no ordinary doctor as he was very strict and upfront.

“I'm not in charge of you, so why do you always come to me to check your work?”

Clearing your throat and making eye contact that you tried your best to hold. Choi Jongho had some of the most fierce and direct eyes, yet according to you, they were quite beautiful. Big and a round oval-like shaped, brown and almost looked like the eyes of a baby bear.

“I care about your opinion the most… you are honest and upfront, so that is why I come here instead of going to my section leader.”

You noticed his eyebrow raise, he was a bit confused.

“What about Dr. Kang?”

“He's too warm hearted to point out any visible mistakes.”

“Dr. Park?”

“He points out my mistakes but he often misses a few small details, and he's not as direct with his advice either.”

”Dr. Jung?”

“I'm just too scared go in there…”

You noticed him crack a smile earning a flinch from you in which he noticed, he chuckled lightly and you somewhat wondered what you had said to earn such a reaction from him. Whenever you entered the room his aura always got so serious.

“Alright I guess, you can go, I have work to do.” his smile was still visible, keeping it as he brought all the papers he had been working on in front of him again, making you realize a couple of things as you walked out of his office.

Choi Jongho always checked over your stuff yet for himself he had to do all of the writing and checking, you almost felt bad for always going in there to disrupt his alone time, intruding because you always wanted him to check over what you should've been the one to take full credit for.

Jongho once again got back to work, picking up his pen just to hear the familiar creaking of the door. Somewhat fed up this time, he looked over at the door with a sharp stare making you almost jump out of your soul.

“What now? You already finished more paperwork? I'm jealous, wish I could rush over things like that-”

“No- I just brought you a coffee..”

You completed, speed walking over to his desk to place the warm mug down, rushing over back to the door and shutting it.

Of course Jongho was confused, he couldn't help but chuckle as he questioned your perfect timing. He was somewhat falling asleep and craving a coffee, about to stop his work once again to get up and satisfy his craving. Worried, he took a sip and to his surprise, it tasted exactly how he liked it. Not too sugared yet not too bitter. Most people didn't land in a place right in the middle so it threw him off guard.

How did you know?

____

Day and day again, you entered his office and got his feedback on your work, it happened for days on end. Finally, Superior Kim decided to close up your section for the day in order for him to make a couple of changes in the furniture and in general the way the section was operated, part of those changes involved you moving into the same room as Jongho in order to become his assistant for the time being.

Jongho's original assistant had been on a small hiatus to take a trip to her home country because both of her parents were now disabled and she needed to be there for them, Superior Kim and Dr. Choi were both unsure if she would return to the hospital or find a new job in her hometown. Nevertheless, you were Jongho's assistant for now, which would make things easier for both him and you.

Or so you thought-

Every morning, you entered his, or now to be said your, office with breakfast to find him already sitting down at his desk, computer open and files scattered all over, in shock you brought your morning dish over to your spot and right when you were about sit down he suddenly turns to you and asks you if you could bring him some breakfast too.

Surely, you didn't really have a choice. Your title was assistant after all. It wasn't that you had a problem with it, but it was more unusual, mainly since this was never really the case when you were Dr. Jeong’s assistant, normally his pace would be slow and he wouldn't rush to get started on his work. You both got breakfast, entered the office and sat down on your own seats as you chatted for a bit, waiting for each other to finish before actually starting on your work.

So you went down to get him his breakfast, technically the same thing you got yourself since he never told you what he liked. You served him some apple juice since it was what you liked in the morning, you were never a fan of morning coffee especially because you knew you'd need another cup later on and that'd just be too much coffee for one day.

You brought up his breakfast and watched him stare at his food for a hot moment.

“I'm scared of you.” he finally stated.

“if you don't like it, I can go back down and get you what you want-”

“No, this is exactly what I get too…” he mumbled.

You let out a sigh of relief and went over to sit down on your chair, you wouldn't have much work that day since there wasn't many appointments booked, and the ones that showed up on the chart were really nothing serious, just a couple of check ups.

You glanced at Jongho and rolled your eyes.

“Shouldn't you take a break and eat your breakfast? I don't mean to disrupt you but you don't seem to have that much work today, after eating your breakfast you should also clean up your workspace. That'll make you loose focus.”

Jongho glanced around at his almost fully cover desk and looked back at his almost empty shelves, it was one of the first times he agreed with you other than what you had said about Wooyoung earlier. He looked at you and nodded, clearing his space in the middle in order to make room for his breakfast.

“Let's chat for a bit.” you said

“Did Dr. Jeong teach you that or something?” he grinned, taking a sip of his juice and picking up his tray.

“Precisely.” you added.

“I'm not surprised, he's always been that type. Speaking of… why didn't you go to him for the checking of your work. You were his assistant ya?”

You frowned, slightly trying to think of an appropriate response for his question.

“I really don't know, I think it's mainly because he was always doing so much at once so I kinda felt bad.”

Jongho nodded, understanding where you came from, your breakfast continued as such and the day went on as normal, Jongho asked you for something and you gave it to him, you also took the opportunity to clean his workspace which he questioned you for, in which you always responded.

“I finished my work so I'm technically not prohibited from helping you and this messy area you have going on.”

And well, afterwards he simply let you be, as long as you weren't distracting or bothering him, he was completely fine with you partying inside the office. That was mostly how your life carried along, you entered the hospital, helped Jongho with whatever he needed, did work, and repeat… occasionally having to help with a patient or two, but that wasn't your job so you mainly stayed out of it.

In the beginning you were certain that Jongho hated you… but now that you were his assistant, you weren't sure how to feel. It kinda angered you because you had no idea whether he viewed you somewhat like a friend or if he despised you with all of his heart… you preferred to be some place in the middle.

Even if you both shared an office, he still kept mostly to himself and so did you, the only reason you spoke was mostly for him to check your work and that was really it… although it was upsetting, you were coworkers and had to act like it, there wasn't time to goof around in a place like a hospital and you knew it.

Truthfully more than anyone.

__________

“I'm gonna be heading out, my shift is over and it's late. Is there anything you would like me to know before I leave?”

Although he was focused on the paperwork that was in front of his desk, he heard you and took the opportunity to glance up at you, “You should wait, I'm about to finish this and my shift is over as well, it's dangerous so we should walk home together.”

You stayed silent, mainly because you were trying to figure out if this was just a friendly offer or if he was actually showing genuine interests in you.

Nevertheless, your staring was obvious, which made him take his eyes off his paperwork to look at you.

“We go the same direction, ya?”

You snapped out of your trance and finally nodded. You sat back down on your chair and scrolled through your phone as he finished up the last few questions.

“But try to hurry, I'm hungry so I'm really looking forward to get home.”

He grinned in response to your comment, simply focusing on what was in front of him, of course to him, you were just a coworker and nothing more. His job was serious and nothing to look forward to, you never knew what type of patients would come in so there was no time to laugh.

The atmosphere would stay quiet for the last 7 minutes that you would be in hospital, when Jongho gave you the okay, you both headed out as you waited for him while he gave the key to the next employee, they needed to lock up for the night for safety measures since the hospital staff would be there to open up to anyone who might’ve been in need of care.

“So, why did you wanna walk home with me.” You brought yourself to ask, seeing your cold breath in the air, Jongho refused to look at you in which you found quite funny.

“For both of our safety, walking home this late at night is dangerous.”

You shrugged, “you've let me go at my regular time multiple times before so I don't see much of an issue. It just caught me by surprise.”

Jongho nodded, “I understand.” The walk continued to be silent for the next few minutes, you sighed in debate multiple times until you reached the more public side of the city, you were about 11 minutes away from home and the feeling of hunger was really just eating you up inside.

“Dr. Choi, i'm really hungry, and now i'm lacking motivation to go home and make myself something, so now that we're here, would you like to stop by somewhere and eat? With me possibly?”

You saw a smirk creep up on Jongho's face, noticing his head coming up as he pretended to act surprised, “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Of course not, do you wanna go with me or not?” You responded annoyed, rolling your eyes at the guy who believed so highly of himself all of a sudden, you heard him chucke, a soft, small chuckle which you had failed to hear be directed at you.

Because he wasn't laughing or poking fun at you, he was laughing at something you had said, and you didn't know if that was a good sign or a death sign.

“Sure, I'll go with you, i'm pretty hungry myself.”

You hadn't noticed the small smile forming on your face, that stupid smile that you hadn't felt since the last time you looked at your highschool crush.

In the end, you both ended up on the outside table of one of your favorite resturants, the lighting was dim and if you looked to your right, you'd see the main city that stood across the wide river. It was a beautiful setting when it came to someone like you, who loved to imagine these sceneries in a painting or a romantic movie.

“Dr. Choi, have you ever liked someone?”

The question caught him off guard, he didn't know what to respond and the only thing he could do was try to move past the question by taking a sip of his drink, playing distracted.

He noticed you nod as you understood what he wanted to tell you, he wasn't comfortable with the subject and that was okay, you weren’t going to judge him.

“I don't know you too well, mind telling me about your childhood?” You asked with the softest eyes he'd seen from you. Sighing, he responded while easing his posture and leaning back on his chair, crossing his arms and looking out into the landscape that overcame the both of you

“I don't know much that I could say, my childhood was for the most part normal. Regular parents with one little brother, we grew up in the isolated town, the type that aren't very known, the ones with a small population, a community of their own.”

“So you grew up in small towns, what made you move to the city?”

Jongho sighed, unknowing of what to say, upon noticing his silence, you were about to dismiss your question until he sat up straigter and began speaking.

“My mom and my dad divorced whenever me and my brother were still young, we were constantly moving in between houses, having to experience every new partner that our parents had, my mom never lasted with any of them and when my dad finally found someone who he felt right, they got really sick and passed away, so he never got his happy ending, they both passed away so there's no turning back now.”

You couldn't help but cover your mouth at his words, in disbelief and feeling guilty for opening up that trauma in him again.

“I'm sorry that happened, I also apologize for asking-”

“It's fine, i'm over it.”

Silence filled the table and things became awkward, you heard him shuffle a bit and then turn back to face you.

“What about you?”

You slightly pouted, crossing your own arms and rocking back and fourth on your own chair.

“I wasn't ever able to enjoy my childhood because I constantly had to be in and out of somewhere, and even though it was meant to help me, little me just thought of it as a prison, but now as an adult I realize the importance of them, currently trying to avoid other children from going through the same thing as me.”

Jongho nodded, slightly smiling from your statement.

“I should call you the queen of vague”

“Hey!?”

Jongho laughed, listening to you ramble on about how it was a sensitive topic and you preferred to be vague about it, he simply nodded and said ‘I understand’ which ticked you off even more, making you continue to yell to him about it, eventually he quieted you down and you relaxed, giving him one last slap on his shoulder and leaving him alone.

Truthfully, you both connected a lot during your dinner, which was unexpected for the both of you. Although the two of you bonded, you agreed to keep things professional at work,

The walk home was full of laughter, you had warmed up to each other and had become comfortable, you felt good enough to playfully push each other or smack each other on the shoulder. The walk went by quickly and the two of you ended up at your separating point without even realizing, your house was one way and his was the other.

“Thank you for this talk Dr. Choi, I think we should get going, it's about to be one in the morning.” You chuckled to which he nodded, his smile never fading.

“You should get some rest, long day tomorrow.”

You nodded, watching him walk away from your street, bringing yourself to turn around, you were ready to get home and flop on your bed, happy that you could consider someone like Dr. Choi a friend.

“Jongho by the way.”

You turned around, hearing his voice speaking, you hadn't been sure if you had heard him right since by that point he was already turning the corner, you stood in the same spot, all sleepiness gone from your head as you replayed his words over and over again.

Did he just say you could call him Jongho?

__________

“I'm starving!!”

“Choi San, please calm down-”

“Choi Jongho, please cheer up”

Jongho glared at San who quickly broke the eye contact to pick up the kimchi that was across the table, adding it to his lunch, Jongho slightly smiled and begun adding his own sauces and seasonings to his food, San begun eating and taking a sip of his americano which sat on the cup holder beside him.

“It's been a while since I've had this-”, his eyes squeezed shut at the burst of flavor that hit his taste buds, using his utensils to rush for another bite of the meal, however he was quick to notice that Jongho wasn't eating, he didn't look upset, more deep in thought.

“Are you not hungry?”

“Oh no, I am.”

“Then what's wrong?”

San genuinely seemed concerned for Jongho's well being, he didn't want him to suddenly grow insecure or go on a diet when he didn't have to, San begun to wonder if Jongho had something wrong that he wasn't aware of.

Jongho leaned forward on the table, grinning with one hand flat on the wood that held all of the food, his lunch and drink pushed aside as Jongho made eye contact with San.

“I have a bit of a problem.”

San’s eyes widened as he only imagined the worst, of course it had to be that. Jongho never invites someone to eat first.

“You're dying!?? Jongho you can't die!!!!”

Jongho flinched, “what..? Where'd you hear that from? No, I'm not dying, i'm still young and have an entire life ahead of me.”

San’s shoulders fell in relief.

“Oh thank god… well then, what's this problem?”

“Well, I may or may not like someone... in more than a plotonic manner..”

Silence filled the room as the information registered into San’s head, then the entire after process of the loading signal before he finally reacted.

“You!? Like you!? Nah, you're joking-”

“I'm not.” He interrupted, keeping his gaze locked and still on San, making him take another sip of his americano, side eyeing Jongho to make sure he wasn't looking at him and upon seeing his gaze fully locked on him, he slowly broke it by looking back at his drink.

“Well… what's she like?”

“It's my assistant in the hospital.” Jongho quickly responded, San nodded as he went back to his food and took a few more spoonfuls before leaning back on his chair and taking some time to relax.

“I don't work at the hospital so I don't know who it is.”

Jongho clicked his tongue and tapped his finger, attempting to search his mind for a comfortable and explainable way of telling him who you were,

“You know Yunho’s assistant?”

“Yeah- L/n Y/n, wonderful girl to be honest-”

“Well her.”

San made a understood head motion while lip syncing an ‘ah’ and grabbing his americano from the table, taking a good gulp of it before the realization hit him.

“She's your assistant now!? What happened with Yunho!?”

“Relax, from what I've been told she's only my assistant temporally, until we figure out whether my former assistant is coming back or not I'll be staying with her.”

“Wait wait wait, let me get this straight… so L/n transferred to your office and became your assistant for the time being… and now you like her?”

Jongho looked away, a bit ashamed, not of you but of himself. Technically everyone knew how Jongho's brain worked so for him to hit them up with something like this was just kinda silly when he himself had said so many negative things about relationships.

“What happened to that old ‘relationships are only for people without a brain-’”

“I never said that!”

San burst out laughing and Jongho just rolled his eyes, finally taking a bite of his own food and nodding in approval to it.

“Listen, I was in the wrong when I said all of that, my opinion hasn't really changed much and truthfully I'm a bit disappointed in myself but… I don't wanna lie to you-”

San tilted his head in confusion, unsure of what his younger friend meant by the statement, “lie to me about what?”

Jongho sighed and explained the entire incident of what happened that day when they met up as a group in the restaurant, explaining what he said about San’s relationship behind his back. What he said was harsh but San was very understanding about It, mocking and cracking a joke about Jongho once or twice again to which Jongho almost cursed San out.

It was a bright setting and the mood was lifted, both of them discussed all those typical relationship things and walked each other home, although Jongho left confused with the entire feeling and exsistance of the word love, San told him to meet up with Seonghwa since despite his status as a single pringle, he was actually very good with relationship advice and quite useful.

And of course when he did, Seonghwa showed an identical reaction to that of San’s, thrilled by how much Jongho had changed in the span of a few months and all because you had become his assistant, and even though Seonghwa truthfully had never met you or known you as Yunho’s assistant, he assumed you were a great person rightfully going off the fact that you were able to pull Jongho.

And his theory about you wasn't wrong, because at the end of the day… you really had become Jongho's everything, and it would stay that way for a long time, he had no idea whether his feelings for you were no more than platonic or actually romantic, so what more could he really go off of other than the fact that you had done something to him, and here he was having no idea what it was.

__________

Jongho just knew something was wrong, it could've just been a gut feeling, or the fact that when he had finally become close with you and all of a sudden you just disappeared… well you didn't just snap out of existence, he saw you, but you no longer showed up to work on schedule or everyday like before, you missed days, and a lot.

And he didn't know how to bring it up to his colleagues, his former assistant missed days regularly so he wasn't ever concerned for her, rarely did the thought of something bad happening to her cross his mind. But for you? For you it was different, because if you missed a day, which itself was already concerning, you'd miss it on notice.

But you haven't done so these days. So what if something bad really did happen to you, or was happening to you?

Jongho snapped out of his trance upon hearing his door slam open, he hadn't noticed he had been staring at plainly nothing and looking like if he was about to pass out, he finally took a glance at his door to find Hongjoong standing in front, looking a bit frightened by Jongho’s appearance among his entry.

“You okay?” Hongjoong questioned, walking over to Jongho's desk and taking a seat from the stack in the corner of the room.

“I've just been thinking about some things.” Jongho responded, letting go of the folder that he was practically squeezing in his grip and leaning back on his chair, slamming the folder on his face in order to shield his eyes from the light.

“It must be really stressing you out if you're like this.” Hongjoong responded, mirroring Jongho's actions by relaxing on the chair that he sat in, Jongho didn't respond and Hongjoong took the moment to change the topic…

Well, slightly.

“Have you visited Y/n yet?”

Jongho's gaze shifted to his superior who sat across from him, all the tension in his body coming back as he realized-

“You know where she is!?”

Hongjoong lifted his head and tilted it slightly, confused he asked, “Did she not tell you?”

Jongho aggressively shook his head in disagreement, which inserted the realization behind Jongho's stress, making Hongjoong lightly let out a curse word.

“It’s a little bit difficult to explain, i'm just confused on why she didn't tell you-” Hongjoong said, lightly scratching the back of his neck nervously and anxiously.

With low patience tolerance, Jongho sighed annoyed at why Hongjoong was unable to explain what you couldn't, grabbing his head in an attempt to cure the unbearable heart-eating headache.

“I really don't know how to tell you but I'll try to keep this professional, she's in the hospital, for personal reasons…”

“The hospital!?” Jongho almost burst into tears, why wouldn't you tell him something like that!?

“Correct.”

“Could I know what those personal reasons are…?” Jongho asked, crossing his fingers from under the table, his eyes watered down and sealed lips to prevent a shaky voice, Hongjoong felt pity… and a lot.

Hongjoong replied, “Trust me.. if I knew I'd tell you, but she hasn't made me aware of the situation either.”

Jongho bit his lip, he was at a loss for words. And the worst part is that he wasn’t going to have time to see you for a few days, all he could do was pray that everything would be fine, that you'd be okay.

___________

He was desperate to see you, so when he saw the first available opportunity, he asked Hongjoong at what hospital you were located and rushed over.

“What are you doing here!?” You nearly screamed at the sight of his face.

“I'm here to see you.” He responded. Sitting up on the hospital bed, you looked down at his hands and noticed the bouquet of flowers, he also held a takeout bag which you assumed was for you.

“Don't tell me you even brought me gifts?” You smirked, not knowing what he'd respond with, he looked to the side and nodded at what you suggested. He put the flowers on your lap and placed the bag next to your bed.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He answered to which you dramatically covered your mouth as if you were offended, “Rude.” You muttered, bringing the bag up and finding your favorite restaurant’s food-to-go laying in a takeout box. You had shared that information with him the day you went to eat together, recommending him the area and sharing your favorite dishes, expressing how much you loved their ice cream and milkshakes. You were surprised he even remembered the name in the first place.

Your expressions reacted quicker than your brain, shifting your head up at him as he sighed, nodding his head, and cutting you off just when you were about to speak.

“Yes, I did try their ice cream and milkshake, and I brought you one too.”

He pointed inside the box and you finally realized the cold drink laying next to a container of french fries, gasping you took out the shake and fries and started diving in, you noticed him looking at you, however not in the usual way. This time his eyes weren't soft like they usually were, his expression screamed anger, fear, injustice, you peaked a look at him and held up your fries.

“I forgot to thank you, I was too excited… would you like some..?” You asked, Jongho simply shook his head in denial, and you stayed looking at him, concern filling your face.

He couldn't possibly know… could he…?

You lightly chuckled, attempting to add some humor into the tense mood of the room, “Why are you just staring like that? You're making me uncomfortable mr…”

Jongho slightly smiled and nodded, “Why didn't you tell me you were here?” He asked, eyes not softening at the slightest as he kept his gaze strong and firm.

“I didn't wanna bother you, everything I say is a bother-” you chuckled once again, however, you noticed his silence to your comment and you knew you messed up.

“Sorry-” you added, feeling your bed sink down upon him sitting on it, caressing your hair and putting it behind your ear. “Please tell me- what's wrong..?”

But you couldn't bring yourself to… How could you bring yourself to? You swore to never tell anyone outside of those who already knew- and you were going to stick to that promise.

“You'll figure it out soon enough.”

You felt his hand slam onto your arm, which caused you to flinch. And that's when you finally noticed his shiny eyes, soft stare, and shaky lips.

“Don’t say that Y/n…”

You couldn't believe your eyes. Jongho, the man who always had a tough figure and personality, was showing you weakness. The man who you always presumed as someone with a high ego, enough to push you away so carelessly, was showing you care and frustration. All because you were in a bad state.

You couldn't say much more than what you already had, and Jongho got the message, because he let go of you and walked out of the room. You couldn't express anymore regret about what you had done, Jongho was crying and it was your fault, but what you had to say… it just… you couldn't say it, because it would pain you more than it would pain him, and you knew it.

But to your surprise, Jongho came to visit you regularly, he made time almost everyday. If you were tired he'd sing you to sleep, if you weren't, he'd stay with you until you were. After you fell asleep he cried, he rested his head, covering his eyes with his palm, the lingering feeling of emotions overtaking his mind, it was driving him crazy.

He asked you to be his girlfriend eventually, to which you accepted. You tried to be happy and energetic around him, and when he asked you to go take a walk, you had no choice but to decline, he brought you food and you let him do a lot of the talking while you ate.

And as time passed that became your daily day, you had medical staff come in, and take care of you, boring day after, and later at night Jongho would come visit you.

He brought you outside like you asked, pushing on the handles as you admired the stars, looking at them from an outside point of view again after a couple of months of not seeing them in that figure.

“The moon looks brighter than I remember-” you excitedly said, looking down at Jongho who was sitting down on the grass.

“I think it's closer to the earth right now because it isn't normally this bright.” He responded, as you chuckled, he made eye contact with you again to which you just laughed from the way he looked up at you.

“I'm really gonna-” he joked before you cut him off, “You don't need to- I just think looking down at you despite the fact that you're taller than me, it's just funny” you said, looking back up at the stars and admiring the view.

Jongho looked back as well, trying to hide his eyes in the darkness, hoping the moon wouldn't illuminate his eyes enough to show you the weakness he held once again, he couldn't help it when he was with you, he just simply couldn't stand seeing you trying to be happy when in reality you were suffering.

He picked himself back up and placed his hand on your thigh, no matter how much you wished to, you couldn't feel his soft and warm hands touching your helpless and uncensoring skin, you both looked into each other's eyes and pressed your lips together.

It was your first kiss with him, so you valued it a lot, feeling his warm lips press up against yours as he smudge his scent all over you, you loved it… it was an obsessing feeling that you couldn't get enough of…

You would miss these moments.

When you both separated, he forced a smile and hugged you tightly, he knew it just as well as you did, you smiled and hugged him back. You weren't going to let the thought overtake the mood, it wasn't going to happen, you were going to make the most of this night, even if your options were limited.

You both went back inside and you watched Jongho leave, coming back with your favorite restaurant once more, taking the bag and milkshake, giving it all to you. He handed you the oreo ice cream he'd got for you and laughed with you, it was the most he'd heard you speak in a long time.

He sang you to sleep once more, this time staying with you all night long and hugging your warm body, he didn't wait to leave, he stayed, all hours of the night, he'd be with you…

__________

Years later, he would be walking the watered down streets to the field covered with sculpted rocks, looking for the specific one, holding flowers and a small box in one hand.

When he finally found it, he sat down and sighed. This had become a regular thing and a daily activity by this time, it had become a regular tradition in his life to visit you 3 times a week at least.

“I had a long day, oh- and I also found this dairy that I believe belonged to you, I found it in the box of things that I stored for you.”

Putting the dairy on his lap, opening it and turning to a specific page, beginning to read it outloud.

“April 7th 2021… They made switches around the hospital, I am now Dr. Choi’s assistant, which I couldn’t determine as a good or bad thing. I've talked about this change previously but now i'm really convinced that being Choi Jongho’s assistant is absolutely a bad thing and something that the demon’s of the other side decided would be my destiny because this man hates my guts. He's rude too… I kinda miss Dr. Jeong-”

He stopped reading and chuckled lightly, looking back at you.

“If you hated me that much you might as well have requested to Hongjoong to go back with Yunho.”

He continued reading.

“However, I'm gonna try to get close with him, I've been interested in him for a long time… I've been coming regularly, trying to get his approval and make him like me a bit more. I don't think bothering him was the right option though, it wasn't my intention haha, future me can't see but I'm actually laughing right now. I hope to come back to this page in the future, but being friends with Choi Jongho. He's a mysterious person so I'd be happy if I gained his trust. If I manage to live long enough, I hope to have a chance with Dr. Choi and be able to call him by his first name, I have so many things I wanna do with him to be honest-”

Jongho stopped, taking a moment to catch his breath and clean his eyes.

“I know it sounds obsessive for me to be writing about him like this, I don't do it often, I just wanna express how I feel, older me will find this so weird too, I kinda do. I really wanna go eat at my favorite restaurant with him, go on late night dates and experience his sincere care.”

Flashbacks replayed in Jongho’s head as he cleaned his eyes once more, remembering if all the things you guys had time to do.

“If I can experience this before I die with Jongho, or really anyone- I'd leave this earth happily. If there's one thing I know for sure it's that I don't have long, but I chose to live my life in happiness over sadness, I can't be sad for the little life I have. Hopefully, i'll be able to meet the right one, and if this sickness allows me too- I hope to get married. I wanna be able to experience my life to the fullest, and live excitedly, not make this lung disease my entire life. I wanna be and will be happy, period.”

Jongho sniffed his nose and placed your dairy in his bag, taking out the small box and putting it down.

“I don't wanna bother you for too long, but I'm gonna be happy and live my life to the fullest, I will always love you, you'll always be my first and only love, nothing or no one will ever change that…”

He fixed the box, placing it on the rock that covered the dirt, the rectangle shaped rock that laid flat on the ground, full of flowers and gifts from your other loved ones who most likely came to visit you regularly as well. He hid the box among the flowers and shielded it from public view, taking a moment to smile once more before leaving.

Things like fate and destiny were unrealistic words in his mind.

He who walked the streets for years alone had known better than anyone that things like love was just something that appeared in the movies, and it would stay that way until the right person walked up to you on their own.

He seriously couldn't understand why humanity just couldn't accept simple facts like that. Maybe it wasn't common knowledge but it was surely a simple concept. He had met the right one when he least expected it. People needed to understand that love is not something someone should search for, because if it's real, the two parties would find each other sololy.

To someone like Jongho, he had found true love and was never going to change that, he was satisfied with how his life turned out and he knew you'd agree… and he'd wait for the day where he'd find you again in this world, and hear you accept the ring that laid inside the sealed box behind all your flowers.

Because at the end of the day, you really had become his everything.

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Obsessed with the idea of working at scoops ahoy causing Steve’s weight gain. Maybe Eddie comes into the store at some point

Oh hell yeah, it’s such a goldmine of opportunities. 

Does Steve start snacking on purpose or does it creep up on him over time, during the slow hours when the only so-called customers are Erica Sinclair and her sampling horde? Is it the cold, thick ice cream that calls to him? Nibbles of toppings? The crunch of an empty cone that broke in the bag and it’s just going to go to waste otherwise? I think we all know he’d eat the bananas, they’re fruit and therefore healthy and therefore he can have as many as he wants. 

Or… (Brace yourself for 4067 words, 1k for every day this sat in my inbox. 😅)

Eddie has resorted to entering the mall for its air conditioning, and stays for the music selection in the Sam Goody. He’s about to leave when he passes Scoops Ahoy, and—is that King Steve? Oh, he has to go in. 

The store is otherwise quiet, and Steve’s coworker that Eddie vaguely recognizes from school is hanging out the window behind the counter, accepting a free employee’s cone that Steve has just scooped for her. “I can’t believe you eat so much of this stuff,” Steve is saying, and Eddie is surprised to hear a lot more genuine confusion than derision in his tone. 

“It’s ice cream, Steven,” the girl retorts, rolling her eyes. “Pretty sure it’s universally beloved by anyone who can stomach dairy or has ever experienced a heat wave.”

“It’s pure sugar,” Steve protests. “You’re going to get hyper and crash in an hour or two, and then you’ll be cranky while we’re closing up again.”

“That’s the plan, dingus,” she says with bright sarcasm, and takes an exaggerated lick of her cone before rocking backwards and snapping the window shut. 

And well. What is Eddie to do with King Steve’s apparent disdain for ice cream but dare him to eat some? He’ll let Steve pick his own favorite flavor, he’s not an animal, but— “Well well, I see how it is, Harrington. You’ll sell it but you won’t eat it? I’m pretty sure that’s negative advertising. Should I maybe… tell the manager?”

Steve whips around, and puts his hands on his hips that reminds Eddie terrifyingly of his gym teacher… who, now that he thinks about it, also coaches the basketball team, he’s pretty sure. Hilarious. 

“The manager isn’t even here today,” Steve snaps. 

“Oh, I could come back,” Eddie says with a smirk, and leans against the glass case to look him dead in the eye. “Whatcha got against the ice cream here, huh? Is it not very good?”

The jock pinches the bridge of his nose, another look he swears he’s seen in response to his forced attempts at sportsball over the past five years. “Jesus Christ,” Steve mutters, and pulls his ice cream scoop from his side holster with a little spin to get it in the ready position—what the hell, people can actually do shit like that in real life? “Please tell me you’ll go away if I give you a free cone.”

“I’ll go away if you eat a free cone,” Eddie shoots back. 

“Fine. Whatever.” Steve slides one of the back panels on the display case open and digs a scoop out of the tub of chocolate ice cream, grabbing a cone to plop it into. 

“Two scoops,” Eddie prods, amazed that it’s turning out this easy and amazed again when Steve just rolls his eyes and does it. “And I’ll hang around for a bit to make sure you don’t cheat.”

“Munson, I swear to god—”

Eddie flutters his eyelashes and slaps a hand to his own cheek. “Oh heavens,” he exclaims in a bad falsetto, “King Steve remembers my name, I might faint!”

Watching Steve bite and try to swallow as much of his reluctant treat as possible to get it done and Eddie gone faster is a spectacle only made better by the brain freeze visibly hitting Steve a second later. 

The next day Eddie goes back and half annoys, half challenges Steve into eating another ice cream treat. Robin, the coworker, thinks it’s hysterical and even helps him badger Steve into doing it. She gives Eddie a high five and, the following day when he comes back and does it again, introduces him to the You Rule You Suck board. She marks another two ticks in the latter column, one for each scoop. 

It’s six days of this in a row before Steve seems to realize how committed Eddie is to the bit. As soon as Eddie comes into the ice cream parlor on the seventh day, Steve just starts automatically preparing himself a two scoop cone of chocolate ice cream while scowling at him. 

So, on that seventh day, Eddie gives it a rest and actually orders something for once: a scoop of orange berry sherbet in a cup. Robin gets it for him and he accepts it with a bow, letting his change slide into the tip jar for the entertainment. “Thanks,” he says with a grin. “Don’t like ice cream much myself, but sherbet always hits the spot.”

Steve crunches loudly on the last of his cone and pushes his way into the back room to sulk his way through his fifteen minute break. 

And Eddie keeps coming back, because he’s grown to appreciate Steve and Robin’s idle banter in between customers—though his official reason is to mooch off the mall’s AC. Steve treats him more like a pest than a freak, which is. Refreshing? It’s something, anyway, Eddie thinks. Can’t quite decide if it’s amusing or annoying, so he sticks around to find out. And to check out the royal ass in those little shorts, thank you corporate America. 

Within a few weeks, Eddie has gotten used to planning his campaigns in a cool and only slightly sticky environment on a daily basis and also witnessed Steve interacting with his brood of young teens. (The hands on hips comes out again. Pinching the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh keeps making repeat appearances. Threats with no actual weight behind them are made. Eddie isn’t quite sure how he feels about Steve reacting to him the same way he does a bratty gaggle of incoming freshmen, but it is also so funny to watch and then needle him about with Robin.) And Steve has started eating ice cream of his own accord. 

“Whatever,” Steve grumbles when rudely confronted by this fact, which happens every other day or so; Eddie and Robin take turns. He adds a third scoop to his cone without even seeming to think about it. “Everybody loves ice cream.”

Gradually, Eddie’s interest in Steve has shifted. He still gives the guy a hard time, all grins and theatrics and toeing the line, but the King—former King, really, since high school, for Steve, is over and Eddie and Robin have both personally witnessed some of his spectacular flops in the flirting department that really drive that fact home—is actually not that bad. A lot of the popular jock swagger is gone, replaced by tolerant exasperation and a sarcastic, delightfully bitchy streak that Eddie just loves to poke at. 

But more than just that, there’s… more of Steve. The ice cream floodgates have opened, and Eddie has definitely noticed the way Steve’s little sailor shorts showcase his imminently grabbable ass better by the day. Every part of Steve is looking a little softer, Eddie can tell through his shirt that he’s getting a little belly, and there is nothing the metalhead wants more than to touch. 

It’s becoming a problem, actually. He watches Steve lick at an ice cream cone every day and, increasingly, the image is burning itself into his brain. Eddie didn’t ask for this, doesn’t necessarily think getting so attached is a good development, for his reputation or his sanity, but that doesn’t stop him from picturing it at night. 

So sue him, Steve is pretty and Eddie is a young gay man with a healthy sex drive and a strong right hand. And it gets a workout aaaaaall summer.

By the end of August, they’re actually kind of friends. Steve is locking up Scoops after a long, grueling solo shift because Robin had called out with a summer cold. Eddie helps, because yeah he’s not an employee but he’s been hanging around long enough to know how to do it all, and Steve… Steve gets a bit winded these days, if he has to do it all by himself. 

It had taken him a while to size up from his first uniform, belly and more than a few stretch marks peeking a little out the bottom before finally giving in and putting in the request. By the time the replacement finally arrived the blue sailor shirt kept riding up by a good fraction of an inch, and Eddie’s cue to realize he was staring again had come every time Steve tried to pull it back down, or hike up his straining shorts in an unsuccessful attempt to split the difference… So, basically, any time Steve wasn’t behind the counter, because it happened constantly. And then he’d be staring again by the time it happened again a few minutes later. Probably would have been less stressful to just keep looking. 

Even with the resized uniform, and the next, Steve kept eating ice cream without any sign of regrets or second thoughts. He was up to three or four cones a shift now, one right after clocking in and the rest timed to just before predictable busy hours so he could ride the sugar high through the turbulent waters of food court customer service. Three scoop minimum, with a constantly revolving selection of toppings and more often than not in one of the big cones that came pre-dipped in chocolate and rainbow sprinkles. 

But always chocolate ice cream, though, same as Eddie always getting his scoop of sherbet in a cup. 

“No accounting for taste,” Eddie sighs as Steve hands him his usual as a thank you for helping and starts scooping himself an all chocolate ice cream banana split. 

“Excuse you, Munson, chocolate is a classic,” Steve retorts, barely glancing up. “It’s chocolate. Everybody’s heard of it. Who’s heard of orange berry sherbet?”

“You literally sell it for a living.”

“Mostly only to you.” Ice cream acquired, Steve turns to the side counter and starts adding whipped cream and various toppings. “I mean, regular orange sherbet was my grandad’s favorite. You, Eddie Munson, have grandpa taste.”

Eddie slaps one hand over his heart, while the other (the one with more rings) clacks dramatically against the display glass. “Excuse you, what about me says grandpa to you? Is it the long, dark hair? My dexterous and nimble musician’s fingers? The very youthful twinkle in my eye?!”

“I literally just told you it’s your taste in ice cream,” Steve replies, with maraschino cherries rounding out his already round cheek and a bitchy roll of his eyes. 

Despite being annoyed, the sight swamps Eddie with a now familiar feeling of wanting to grab Steve by the face and, just. Aggressively make out with him. Taste that sticky red fruit on his tongue. Feel how soft he is, all that extra padding around his middle, how increasingly heavy that belly rests on his thighs throughout the journey from empty to full. 

All of which is crazy, because it’s Steve Harrington, Hawkin High’s golden boy athlete. And yet. 

Since the tables have all been wiped down already, Steve waves for Eddie to follow him into the employees only area. He’s been back there before but tonight he’s surprised to see several tubs of ice cream crowding the break table. “Oh. I thought you tossed the empty tubs out earlier…”

“They’re not empty,” Steve says simply, settling into the nearest chair with a huff like it’s a relief to sit down. Which Eddie can believe, from the way he’s a little bit flushed. And then, then, Steve hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and tugs them down to let his belly out over the top of them, digs a hand in to dig the bottom of it out. Breathing room. And it’s necessary, is the thing, because there are indented red lines on his skin from where the seams have been pressing. Eddie is staring, and he knows that Steve knows—is pretty sure, suddenly, that Steve wants him to. When his eyes flick up to the other boy’s soft face and the smug little smile there, Steve winks and gives his belly a pat. “I'm empty, though. These should be melted enough for you to pour for me by now. You want to, don’t you?”

“Uh,” Eddie says. Simultaneously, his throat has gone desert-dry and his mouth fills with spit. He has never wanted to bite someone more than he does right now. “Yeah?”

The grin widens cockily, and Steve slouches in his chair a bit, spreading his legs and letting his belly drop between them to put himself even more on display. “I knew it,” he crows, digging a spoon into his banana split to load up the opening salvo. “I knew you were watching me. It’s the shorts, right? They make my ass look great.”

And wow, the sheer amount of ice cream and banana he crams in his mouth belies his own words, hazel eyes flashing as if challenging Eddie not to look at his lips with their sheen of lip gloss and melted ice cream, the way he licks the spoon to make sure he’s gotten every last trace of chocolate and whipped cream. Telegraphing, I know it’s not just the shorts.

Eddie swallows hard and tries not to grind his teeth because, yeah. Urge to bite. “I’m, uh, not going to tell you. Wouldn’t want to inflate your big head any more… Not when your eyes are already that much bigger than your stomach.” He waves vaguely at the tubs on the table. “These are three gallon tubs, man. Even mostly empty, there must be at least a gallon of melted ice cream here, on top of everything you’ve put away today.” 

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Steve scoffs. The second spoonful is already passing his plush lips before Eddie can reply, eyes glued to the way they pucker around the metal as he draws it out slowly, once again clean. There’s a single dribble of chocolate running down his chin, though, reaching and dripping from the suggestion of a second one onto the front of his sailor shirt… the shirt that will have to be sized up again soon, a testament to just how big Steve’s stomach really is.

“Wait,” he sputters, brain catching up to Steve’s words, “wouldn’t be… What?”

So Steve explains that, after Eddie had first goaded him into eating ice cream at work, it had truly hit him for the first time how much ice cream Scoops Ahoy’s company policy had them throwing out at the end of each day. He’d started with just finishing off the scraps of chocolate left at the bottom of a mostly empty tub on one of the maybe once a month occasions he got stuck closing up alone. The next time there hadn’t been any almost-done chocolate slated for the dumpster out back, so instead he’d stirred chocolate sauce into the softening Cookies N Cream until it better suited his taste buds. 

And he’d liked it. The ice cream itself, of course, but also the tight, intense feeling in his stomach that came with being overly full. 

So, since he didn’t close up solo very often, he’d started sneaking a tub or two out to his car when he could get away with it. The contents would always melt before he got home, and since he didn’t have unlimited chocolate sauce on hand there…

“...I’ve ended up expanding my horizons.” Steve winks. “Among other things. There’s something really freeing about getting all sticky on your own kitchen floor, you know?”

Eddie is still standing, holding his cup of sherbet and mouth dropped open while he processes this. Of course he’d known that Steve had to be aware, on some level, of what he was doing to himself… but this is so closely aligned with his own secret fantasies that he can’t help but suspect it’s some sort of trick. An elaborate trap designed to definitively out him as a freak. He narrows his eyes, then stalks forward to further investigate the tubs, trying to ignore the hard-on forming in his jeans. There’s Vanilla Chip, USS Butterscotch, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, Cinnabon Swirl, and something he thinks might be Cherries Jubilee with most of the cherry parts already scooped out. 

“You don’t like any of these flavors,” he accuses, crossing his arms and leveling a stare at Steve, trying really hard to convey more skepticism than lust. “You hate anything but chocolate, even if it’s something else and chocolate. I actively judge you for it on a daily basis.”

Steve shrugs. “Drinking it is different from eating it.”

Which, okay, makes some sense, Eddie supposes, but that makes no sense. Neither does the concept of Steve Harrington chugging ice cream straight from the tub on the floor of his fancy rich boy kitchen, smeared in chocolate like a pig rolled in mud, maybe with his uniform stripped off the second he got home because it was getting too tight, or because he wanted to watch himself expand with each greedy gulp—

Eddie takes a deep breath and gets ahold of himself before he resorts to jamming his hand down his pants and… getting ahold of himself. He just has one more question, and if that checks out then he’s going for it. “How much weight have you gained since you took this job, Steve?”

Steve gives him an exact answer, down to one decimal point and Eddie is already stalking forward, putting his forgotten, melting cup of sherbet down and grabbing the nearest tub.

It pours nice and smooth over Steve’s lips, down his throat, and into a bottomless pit apparently from the way he never signals to pause or slow down. He just keeps gulping it down, moaning when the chocolate from the Vanilla Chip avalanche down from where it was all piled at the bottom into his mouth. When it’s cookie dough pieces that takes him a little longer to get through, and he returns to bites of his banana split between mouthfuls. Streaks of pale cream line his neck, beading in the chest hair just barely peeking out the top of his shirt like he’s begun sweating cream, and while chugging he increasingly often has a free hand rubbing tight circles over his stomach. 

He breaks away from the rim of the last tub with a gasp. The last thick dribbles of USS Butterscotch splatters on his cheek from Eddie’s attempt to shake whatever’s left out. “So full,” he slurs, looking up at Eddie from beneath heavy eyelids. 

And then he pushes past it, ignores whatever signals his stuffed gut is trying to send him, all his attention rerouted into sluggishly cramming the last of the banana split in his mouth. 

Eddie drops the empty tub to the floor and lurches forward to lick sloppily at the other boy's cheek, at his chin, at his neck. A ringed hand brushes over the swollen belly between them, only for Steve to grab on and guide him to press harder, explore his waist and love handles. Then they’re kissing, both of their faces sticky with sugar and dairy, and Steve tastes like the inside of a honey pot, he’s so sweet. 

It’s not just the way he tastes. Steve’s pupils are blown, reactions slow as he kisses back lazily but with a happy hum. Eddie wonders if he would even be able to get up right now, with so much inside him. 

“Can’t believe you,” Eddie marvels, nipping at slick lips. “Can’t believe you like this—” he gets his fingers up Steve’s shirt and drags it up to knead at the padded suggestion of ribs, at softened, hairy pecs that are just as sensitive as Eddie had dreamed, from the whine he gets from just a testing squeeze “—so fucking much, but you do, don’t you sweetheart?” 

He drops his touch down to the straining arch of Steve’s belly and feels the underside of it, lifting a little, testing; even being careful, he jars a string of breathy hiccups loose. “Edd—hic—ieee,” Steve whines, trying to squirm, trying to press into his touch, but can barely manage anything before he has to stop and catch his breath. “‘M so…”

“Is that why you’re such a brat all the time, Steve, because you’re hungry?” Eddie coos. He leans in to kiss him again, then drops to his knees. “All I have to do to make you docile is fill you up. Takes a while, but.” He slaps the plump roll spilling over the side of Steve’s shorts, surprising a burp followed by a groan out of him this time. “Well worth the wait, big boy.”

At which Steve giggles, and mumbles something that sounds like an echo of ‘wait,’ but Eddie’s not sure of the spelling. 

“If you’ll pardon the pun,” he adds dryly, and grins when that gets him another giggle. “Well spotted, Stevie.”

And then, because Eddie figures that he has been admirably patient up to this point, wriggles his way into the blue sailor shorts straining before him for his treat. With Steve’s ragged moans of yes and fuck and Eds ringing in his ears right up until Steve’s thick thighs clamp around his head in the ecstasy of orgasm, and it’s worth it. 

The wet stain seeping through the front of Eddie’s jeans proves it. 

He helps a very dazed, very sated Steve clean up after—though, honestly, Eddie does almost all the work. (Steve slurps down his little cup of melted sherbet no problem though, smiling serenely as Eddie gives his still exposed belly an approving slap.)

“You okay to drive home, man?”

Steve hums, then yawns—giving himself a third chin for a second there. “‘M not sure if I’m good to stand up,” he admits. “‘Sfine, I can sleep here…”

Eddie rolls his eyes and grabs both the other boy’s hands. “Oh no you don’t. If you stay, some security guard is going to find you here looking like a stowaway on the Good Ship Lollipop, and we can’t have that. I’ll give you a ride, come on—up on three. One, two… two and a half…”

Fifteen minutes later he hustles a slow-moving Steve into the back of his van, where the guy can at least lay down and stretch out while his body attempts to digest. And Eddie wonders—is this what he’s become? Spending his entire summer at the mall palling around with the former King of Hawkins High, filling said dude full as a tick exactly once and getting them both off in the process, and then driving him home like a nice boy at the end of a respectable date? 

No one has called Eddie a nice boy since approximately kindergarten, and respectable probably never. But he glances over his shoulder to see his stuffed and sleepy sailor boy cuddled up under the blanket he keeps back there in case of emergencies, knows that beneath it Steve is still spilling out of his shorts because once undone they’d been impossible to zip and button up again, and feels… something at the look of utter contentment on his face. Something that’s been growing in him for a while, if he’s being honest with himself, intertwined with every sardonic comment and light ribbing at Steve’s expense. And Steve always gives as good as he gets—except tonight, when he’d just let Eddie take and take, letting go completely. They could be good together, Eddie thinks; especially since what they each want seems to mesh so well.

Steve has already been wearing the results of this particular brand of hedonism for months now, so maybe he won’t even regret it come morning. 

Maybe if Eddie leaves his number after getting Steve home (probably only as far as the couch, for simplicity’s sake), Steve will call. 

They can hang out somewhere outside of Scoops Ahoy, maybe even call it a date. Maybe Steve will let Eddie feed him sweet nothings under the stars and smile that sweet little smile at him again when he gets full, all happiness and trust. It’s a heady prospect, one that knocks Eddie’s dumb heart for a loop just considering it. 

He ends up parking in the woods just a short walk from Steve’s house and crawling in the back of the van with him. One quick change into an emergency pair of clean boxers (he keeps a lot of stuff back there in case of emergencies, okay?) and he makes himself comfortable as the big spoon to Steve’s invitingly cuddly form. 

And wonders, as he dozes off, what they’ll do for breakfast. 

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[scrunchylew]

Atta Boy experience below the cut if you want to read! Warning it’s kinda long. I debated posting this but I saw some other people sharing their concert experiences and I started to write it out but never did until just now. This is what I remember and what I processed. 🙈 (there’s probably too much detail)

My friend and I got there super early. We got in the door and got a drink, then just sat and chilled for a bit. It was a super small venue! My friend knew nothing. She thought the music was country (my bad for not telling her, I just knew that she watched Yellowstone and knew of Eden and vaguely of Lewis so I invited her). So we went back out into the courtyard area and I saw Eden and Dashel hanging out having a drink and a smoke but didn’t bother them.

We go in and buy merch, meet Freddy and Dashel briefly but didn’t really engage except for just buying the stuff (mainly cause I was nervous to approach at the time) and then we went back to a seat and chilled again while we waited.

So The Wonderfools started, and I had no idea they were just hanging around the venue but they were really good and I enjoyed their music. While they were playing I went to the bathroom and as I walked there I went past this tall guy that had a hat on and was looking down at his phone and I thought to myself “I think that was Lewis” but I couldn’t see his face. So I walked back by him slowly and gave him a longer glance and was like yep, that’s him. That’s the dude😅 but I let him be. He seemed to be very much in his own world and he was texting. I was literally buzzing from both nerves and alcohol.

So the Wonderfools set ended and my friend and I are standing to the left of the stage and then Atta Boy comes out. I swear I think that’s likely when I started to black out. He was so tall. And seeing him climb up onto that stage…it was the sexiest thing ever. But I just vibed the entire show! It was so much fun and even though I barely knew any words I still enjoyed it so much. There was one moment I remember I spaced out while Lewis was playing and I probably looked like a freak gawking at him. Freddy was in my view most of the time so it was nice getting glimpses of Lewis 😂😂

Show ended, I told my friend we were staying to meet them and then it got a little wild. All of them were spread out all over the venue. I was trying to figure out where to stand in line while my friend was in line for merch (she didn’t get any at the beginning) and then Lewis was beep booping around meeting people and I think he ran into some guy that may have worked with him? Idk they knew each other somehow and they talked for a few minutes by the bar which is where most people were standing and waiting for him and all of a sudden I turned around and he was gone. My friend was like “your boy moved on you” 😂😂 so he finally settled in at the stage and met people and I was waiting for my friend to get a shirt. She comes back and we’re closer and I think he was also trying to help take down their stuff from the stage from what I recall.

We get closer and I had no idea what I was going to say. I felt like I was going to throw up. By that time a lot of people had already left which was nice. My friend was asking me what I was going to do or say and so I ripped my wristband off and was holding it and when I got up to him he was like “Hey! How’s it going? Whatcha got there?” And I’m holding my wristband down at my side and I swear to you I blacked out. I think he put a spell on me 😂 But I said “well I’m hoping it’s something you can sign” 🙈 and he was like “Hell yeah!” And he leaned down to sign it on the stage and said something but I couldn’t hear him so I was like “pardon?” And he was asking my friend and I if we were from there. So I said yes and that I brought my friend along and he was like “hell yeah! That’s awesome.” And then I asked him if he’s been to Atlanta and he goes “yes I actually lived here for about 4 months” and I had NO WORDS to say to him. So what did I do? I FUCKING WINKED AT HIM and smiled 😭😭 and then I remember asking if we could get a picture and he was like “yeah totally!” and I feel like I yanked him into me 😅 but his tiny little waist is the size of one side of my wingspan. So I’m shaking, my hands are sweating and I’m about to try to take a selfie and I practically threw my phone at my friend to take the picture it felt like. She took multiples and he goes “oh cool you got the multi shot!” Then after that I don’t know what happened after taking the picture with Lewis. Idk if I said anything or if he said anything. Idk my mind was short circuiting.

I do know that we went to meet Eden and she was precious. I love her. My friend told her she got her ass beat in Yellowstone and I died laughing and she was like “yeah…I did.” And I told her I hadn’t seen it before and she was like “it’s definitely a journey if you watch it. You gotta commit to it” or something along those lines. Then she signed my wrist band too and was like “this is something I just did the other night!” So we chat more about their show the next day and she was like “I’m just hoping people show up” because of it being in Asheville and I told her that I knew at least one person that was going to be there! I think she was happy to hear that.

Then we met Freddy and he signed the wrist band too and passed it to Dash. We talked to him (he is the absolute cutest and sweetest thing and I just wanted to talk to him more but i know they were trying to pack stuff) and my friend told him her name was Savannah and he goes “oh like the city!” And then I asked if he has been and he said he had friends that went to SCAD. And we talked about the seasons changing and he goes “yeah growing up in LA you don’t really get the seasons.” Lol such a cutie!

Then my friend wanted her shirt signed and she was too scared to ask so I went back over to Freddy and I messed up my wording but I said something like “she was too nerbous to ask you to sign” and he looked at me like I had 5 heads (my friend told me I had to say nervous like that) then I was like “can you sign her shirt?” And he passed it to Eden and Dash.

So then we obviously had to get Lewis again. And before we did we got Aubrey to sign as well and I hate I didn’t get a picture with her or Dash but I was like “I’m so sorry I hate to bother you but can you get Lewis to sign it too?” He was packing up and everything and she called him over and I said “I’m calling her out, she was too nervous to ask you to sign her shirt.” And he squats down in front of me and was like “it’s ok I get nervous too” and I don’t know what I did or said but then I was asking him if he was excited for Asheville too and he said “yeah I am! I went to school there so I’m excited to see some friends.” And then again, I just stared at him and was like “yeahhhh” as if I didn’t know every public thing about him. Words left me. I could have said anything! But he signed her shirt and I told him thank you and then we left and I think I’ve been both on cloud 9 as well as severely depressed ever since!

[shrinkthisviolet]

Or ❛ who did this to you? ❜ with Morgan and Barry?

So this one…really got away from me 😅 it’s much longer than expected, and for that reason, if anyone prefers to read it on AO3, you’re welcome to do so (this is the case for all my prompt fills ofc, which are cross-posted to AO3 in this series, but I mention it for this one specifically because of its length).

Also…Happy Birthday Iris! I’m later to posting this than intended, but I wrote and finished this during June 24th, so it counts to me. Also, Iris is fairly prominent here for that reason (Morgan & Iris took as much center stage as Barry & Morgan in this prompt fill, hope you don’t mind 😅)

And one more thing…this takes place between 1x11 and 1x14 (connected to this fic, though it can theoretically be read as a standalone ig). And, obviously, it’s not canon to the AU—it’s a branching path, something that could’ve happened.

All that said, enjoy:

“You’ve got me, always. If you need anything…”

“I’ll call.”

Morgan hadn't expected to call in that favor so soon, but with her head still ringing from that hit earlier (so stupid, so, so stupid, why hadn’t she dodged it?), she had no other choice. Dad was home tonight, and she was nearly late for curfew, even without factoring in the necessary time to change out of her suit before he caught her.

She didn’t think she could stomach one of his lectures tonight—his disappointment cut deeper than any knife.

So, as her head swam and she struggled to walk steadily—were headaches this bad usually? She’d never had one like this. She hadn’t gotten a migraine, had she?—she called Iris.

“Morgan?”

“Iris!” Morgan sighed in relief. “Thank God, I…listen, I’m sorry for calling so late, but I really need your—”

“Where are you?” Iris sounded so worried already…but for what?

“I’m on my way—”

“Hello?”

Morgan frowned. What…? “Iris, I was saying, I’m on my way ho—”

“On your way where?”

“Home!” Was the connection bad or something? “Listen, I need your—”

Someone pushed her just then, and she turned to shout at them…only to see a car whiz by.

“Watch where you’re going,” her mysterious savior snapped, disappearing into thin air.

She, however, was more focused on what had just happened. She’d nearly been hit by a car. A car that she…hadn’t even heard. What the hell is going—?

“…home alone? At night?” Iris definitely sounded worried now.

“It’s okay,” Morgan insisted, “I’ll be fine, I just…I just need you to call Dad and tell him—”

“What street crossing are you on? Barry can come get you.”

“No!” Morgan couldn’t think of anything worse than Barry having to deal with her problems. He already resented her enough as it was. “No, I…I’ll be fi—”

“Morgan. Street names. I think you might have a concussion.”

Morgan burst out laughing. “A c-c-cussion? Come on, Iris, get r—”

“Please,” Iris begged—much to Morgan’s surprise, as Iris never, ever begged.

So she sighed and said, “One sec,” and slowly walked over to the nearest street signs, squinting. “It says…Pourer and Maim?”

“…do you mean Porter and Main?” Iris replied after a long time.

Morgan squinted at the sign. “I don’t…the letters are all wonky, I can’t…I can’t tell.” Tears welled in her eyes. “God, I’m so sorry. You can hang up if you want, I’ll figure this out mys—”

“Don’t be sorry! I’d feel terrible about leaving you to this—Barry’s on his way, and I swear he won’t bug you about anything. Okay?”

“Okay,” she relented, though right as she said it, she found herself picked up and swept off. Against her better judgment, she leaned her head on Barry’s shoulder.

He shook her as he set her down on a soft bed, looking surprisingly regretful. “Sorry. But we’ve gotta check you for a concussion first.”

When she nodded, he looked concerned, as if she hadn’t answered immediately, exchanging a look with Iris.

“Morgan, honey?” Iris squeezed her hand, smiling sadly when Morgan met her eyes. “I’m sorry, but you can’t go anywhere in this state. Barry already called Caitlin, and—”

“You didn’t have to bother her,” Morgan whispered, wondering why Iris’s sentence kept going even though Morgan had interrupted and Iris was no longer speaking. “I’ve had headaches before, I can sleep this off.”

“Morgan,” Barry said slowly, “do you realize that you’ve been answering our questions and reacting to us half a minute after we’ve spoken?”

Morgan blinked. “I…what?”

“And your speech is slurring,” Iris added, brows knitted. “Not much, but still. Caitlin says those are the two main signs. By the way,” she added to Barry, “what did she say?”

“She said she can’t make it tonight, so I should call her back and let her know how the injury looks. Speaking of which…?”

Morgan drew back nervously. “Why are you helping me? You hate me.”

“You’re hurt,” he said, as if that explained anything.

“So what?”

His face crumpled at that. “Morgan. Please. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. But I…I can’t leave you in this state. Please let me look?”

Despite her reactions apparently having a time delay, he didn’t do anything until she nodded and took her hood off, exposing the bruising on her face…and the one on the back of her head that was tender to touch—she winced as Barry’s fingers brushed over it.

“Who did this to you?” Barry growled, much to Morgan’s surprise. “Who would dare—”

“Is this from your…side hobby?” Iris asked delicately.

Morgan blinked, confused. Why the discretion? Doesn’t she know that Barry knows?

Barry frowned. “Are you talking about Sentry?”

Iris blushed, her cheeks darkening. “What? No. What gave you that ide—”

“You told her?” Barry’s eyes held pain, anger—and that pissed Morgan off even more.

“So what if I did? It’s my secret, not yours!”

“You had no right to tell her about me!”

“I didn’t!” Did he truly think so little of her? “I only told her about me!”

“Wait, wait.” Iris frowned. “Barry? What are you talking about?”

Barry froze. “Um…I…that is—”

Iris’s eyes widened just then. “This has to do with why you’re fighting, isn’t it?”

“No! I mean…yes, but no, not like—”

“Once Morgan’s asleep,” she interrupted sharply, “you and I are gonna talk, Bartholomew.”

“Okay,” he muttered. “Okay, that’s fair.”

“In the meantime,” she declared, “go call Caitlin and tell her about this. And as she suggested, Morgan, you’ll sleep here overnight.”

“But…but Dad—”

“Do you remember his number?” Iris asked gently. “It’s okay if not, I could just get it from—”

“I’m his daughter,” Morgan snapped, “of course I know his number.”

“Okay,” Iris replied, taking out a piece of paper and a pen, “then relay it to me. Slowly.”

“Sure. It’s 816…uh…42…8…?” Morgan’s eyes welled with tears again as she smacked her head. “Come on, I know this! I—!”

“Woah, woah.” Iris pulled Morgan’s hands away from her head. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not!” She cried. “It’s…he’s my father, why can’t I…why don’t…?”

“It’s okay,” Iris repeated softly.

Barry came back in just then, saying, “Caitlin said she can drop by in the morning. And she’s calling Dr. Wells, so don’t worry.”

“It’s not her problem,” Morgan whispered. “It’s not…none of you need to…”

“Hey.” Barry kneeled down beside her, his expression softer than she’d seen it in the past few weeks. “I think maybe once you’re healed up…you and I need to have a talk, huh? An overdue one.”

“What?” He wasn’t making sense. “What kind of…?”

“I think…I think I might’ve been wrong about you,” he admitted. “Really wrong. In a way that hurt you for so long. I just…I just wanna make sure.”

“You should fill me in first,” Iris reminded him sharply.

“Yep,” he agreed, blushing. “I’ll do that first. And then…and then us. Okay, Mo?”

She was definitely hallucinating now. Or dreaming. Or something. Maybe she had a concussion after all, and she’d passed out without realizing and was delirious now. But…but this was a nice moment anyway, wasn’t it? Even if it wasn’t real? “Okay,” she agreed, her voice breaking. “I’d…I’d really like that.”

“Good.” Barry squeezed her hand. “Then let’s get you settled.”

And so they did. As Morgan drifted off to sleep, Barry and Iris sat on either side of the bed, and Morgan clung to Barry’s hand.

“Sleep tight, Mo.” He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

And she believed him. Barry was a terrible liar, and he’d surely be the same way in a hallucination or dream too.

But then…is this real after all?

To clarify a few things:

Concussions can have many symptoms, even far more dangerous ones, though the ones I focused on are delayed reactions, confusion/disorientation, and forgetfulness. Slurred speech is alluded to, but I didn’t focus on writing it as a speech pattern 😅 so she has mild slurred speech (a mild-to-moderate concussion in general tbh). Also forgive me for any inaccuracies, I’ve never had a concussion, this is solely based on me skimming the Mayo Clinic and Cleveland Clinic pages about them. (Also ofc Morgan gets checked over properly by Caitlin the next day, and probably goes to see her pediatrician too)

The person who saved Morgan from that car didn’t actually disappear. It just seemed that way to her

816 is the area code around Kansas City, which is a city in Missouri that borders Kansas. For convenience, that’s where Central City approximately is (it’s canonically at the border anyway)

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[kenobster]

Echoes of Anakin's own hitched sobs as he said words he hadn't wanted to say hang in the air, toxic and suffocating. They were like seeds that settled beneath Obi-Wan's ribs and sprouted into greedy, carnivorous vines. Before the lyra's taunts, they'd been suffering together. They'd been united. One. And in that moment--when Anakin voiced those words--their agendas split into two separate cords winding like nooses around each other's necks.

Can i ask you about this bit from the last 5PE chapter? This is talking about about the moment Anakin was made to call Obi-Wan a slut. I don't quite understand in what way their agendas split from before. Could you please explain to me what you meant? I'm sure this is a me issue that things are flying over my head. Love the fic but take as much time with yourself as you need. <3

(Literally anyone is allowed to ask me anything about 5PE at any time 😭❤️ I know I have pending asks from like 500 years ago, but I swear, this kind of thing makes me so happy, and I will probably drop everything to answer. And if I ever don't, it's because my brain isn't braining, not because the ask isn't sending me to cloud nine 🥰)

I don't think it's a you issue or that things are flying over your head! I aim for subtlety a lot, which carries the risk of people not understanding, and this was definitely a part that I worried was too subtle. 😅 Anyway, in order to explain it, I'm gonna pull the excerpt from chapter 6 (with some parts bolded for emphasis):

“Tell him that he’s made for this,” the Iyra growls. “Tell him he’s a slut. That he’s good, so good, a better slut than you.” Anakin's cheeks burn. Though his face is strained and covered in slime, Obi-Wan locks eyes with him. “Don’t say that,” he whispers, somehow so calm. “It's not worth it. Don’t you dare say that.” But Anakin can finally admit it. He can finally succumb. Being a Jedi has been one hell of a dream, one podrace of a dream with its twists and its spins and its turns and the wind whipping through his hair and such a boyish thrill to be alive that explosions and malfunctions and murders are all worth it—but dreams are just dreams, and he was forever born a slave.  “Tell him, skug.” Droplets of the creature’s slime rain on Obi-Wan’s forehead, and both of their hands are cuffed, so no one can wipe it off. "Tell him before I get angry. Tell him while I'm letting him breathe." As he stares at the tentacle tightening around his former master's neck, Anakin’s fists tremble uselessly. “You’re made for this,” he whispers in Obi-Wan’s direction. "You—you're a slut." Obi-Wan’s face falls. “Tell him he’s a better whore than you.” Tears trail down Anakin's cheeks, clearing paths of sweat and grime. Obi-Wan is shaking his head. Don't, he mouths with slime-soaked lips, but they’re words, just words, and what does it matter if he says them? “You’re a better whore than me,” Anakin chokes.

In the beginning of the fic and in plain view of Obi-wan, Anakin draws a lot of comfort from fighting their attackers and resisting as much as he can. This chapter 6 scene is the first time Anakin ever submits to one of the attackers ("'You're a better whore than me,'"' Anakin chokes" and "'You're made for this,' he whispers in Obi-Wan's direction. 'You—you're a slut.'"). This hurts him mentally for a couple reasons. For one, it makes him feel trapped in the role of a submissive slave ("he was forever born a slave"). For two, these words clearly matter to him — but in order to be able to say them, he has to lie to himself and claim that they don't matter ("they're words, just words, and what does it matter if he says them?"). This causes him some pretty significant cognitive dissonance.

To a great extent, Obi-Wan recognizes that Anakin will hurt himself if he says these words. And Obi-Wan would rather be choked and slapped and assaulted than allow the Iyra to cause Anakin this psychological injury ("'Don't say that,' [Obi-Wan] whispers, somehow so calm. 'It's not worth it. Don't you dare say that.'" and "Obi-Wan is shaking his head. Don't, he mouths with slime-soaked lips").

So much of this fic is about the choices Obi-Wan and Anakin make for themselves in a situation that restricts their agency — and also about the conflict between those choices. In chapter 6, Obi-Wan's choice is that he doesn't want Anakin to say the words, even if it means being physically hurt. Anakin's choice is that he doesn't want Obi-Wan to be physically hurt, even if it means saying the words.* So, when Anakin makes his choice, Obi-Wan is disappointed and upset and maybe even a little betrayed ("Obi-Wan's face falls").

*It can definitely be argued that Anakin has no choice because the Iyra might kill Obi-Wan, but iirc the two of them acknowledge somewhere that no customer will actually kill them because it will make the owner mad. So Anakin knows the Iyra's threats to kill Obi-Wan are total bluffs. Which means Anakin's decision to say the words is a choice.

In the chapter 10 excerpt from your ask, Anakin is reflecting on the conflict in chapter 6 and its outcome.

Before the lyra's taunts, they'd been suffering together. They'd been united. One.

Prior to the Iyra's assault, Obi-Wan and Anakin reach a resolution on the subject of whether Obi-Wan will allow Anakin to be raped. At this point, their choices are no longer conflicting, and they become a united front. It becomes the two of them versus their attackers.

And in that moment—when Anakin voiced those words—their agendas split into two separate cords winding like nooses around each other's necks.

When Anakin calls Obi-Wan a slut and a whore (despite Obi-Wan's request for him not to), their choices go into conflict again ("their agendas split"). They lose their united front, and it becomes the two of them versus each other instead ("two separate cords"). This — the fact that they're no longer on the same side and that their agency is being restricted not only by the situation, but also by each other — inflicts a feeling of utter hopelessness on them both ("winding like nooses around each other's necks").

This is why Obi-Wan admits he was upset when Anakin called him a whore. Not because he thinks Anakin meant it (he knows Anakin did not), but rather because Anakin chose to go against Obi-Wan's wishes. However, Obi-Wan doesn't blame Anakin because Obi-Wan understands that (1) he was doing the exact same thing by protecting Anakin from rape; and (2) Anakin was in an impossible situation with the Iyra and had very few choices to begin with.

Anyway, thank you so so so very much for the ask! 😍 Hopefully this all makes sense and answers your question!

Sidenote that, while these were my intentions with the scenes, ultimately I leave things subtle because I want people to feel like they can have their own interpretations! The more meaning that can be gleaned from a story, even if unintended, the more rich a story becomes imo.

[qu0kkarambles]

Day 7 - Lee Felix

Authors note- day 7! I really love this one even if I wrote it in less than 50 minutes 😅 hope y’all enjoy it as much as I do, please comment if you do enjoy.

Warnings- smut (minors dni), roommates, toys, orgasm denial, messy/gross sex

The door opened, a golden glow falling onto the damp pavements as you stepped inside, welcomed by the warmth and smell of freshly baked cookies. You shouted to your roommate, hearing him shuffling upstairs as you lay down your bags, hanging your coat on the overfilled coat rack as you walked by it. Your shoes slipped nicely into a small gap between his boots and the wall, in amongst the million other pairs of shoes littered by your front door.

‘Hey y/n, you’re back early’ Felix said, his golden hair framing his face as he stood at the top of the stairs. His face looked flushed, but you thought nothing of it as you continued through the house to the kitchen. Following the smell of fresh baking was always a good idea, especially when living with Lee Felix. Trays of cookies lined the worktops, cooling in various batches as more baked in the oven.

‘Don’t touch, they’re too hot still’ he said, appearing behind you. You helped yourself to a drink, rummaging through the fridge as you did in search of dinner.

‘Fancy ordering food?’ You asked, Felix nodding his head as he checked on his baking. ‘Also did I have a parcel arrive today?’

His hands stopped, hesitating for just a second as he looked up to you. ‘Nope, nothing has arrived.’ He said, your brow furrowing.

‘Weird. I had delivery confirmation earlier.’ You said, reaching for your phone to double check your emails. ‘Well I’ve been here all day. No post today’ he said, shuffling his feet nervously as he spoke.

‘Okay lixie. I’m gonna shower, have a look online at what we should order yeah?’ You said, ruffling his hair as you walked by him.

As you stepped out of the shower, you put on your pajamas, getting comfy before making your way to head back down stairs to the kitchen. As you walked past felixs bedroom door, you could hear something from behind the wood. Assuming he was still downstairs, you peered your head round the door, ready to switch off whatever game he must have left running.

Instead, you were confronted with Felix, his phone on speaker beside him, say cross legged with your parcel laid out before him.

Your brand new lavender purple wand vibrator.

‘Lix! What the fuck?!’ You said, startling him as he rushed to try and cover the contents of the package from you. You reached around him, snatching the box from the sheets as you heard whoever was on the other end of the phone call hang up.

‘Wait y/n I can explain please’

You could see the tears behind his eyes, the panic in his voice as his cheeks blushed bright red.

‘Explain’

‘I- well Ive been waiting weeks for my new parts for my gaming laptop and I- I didn’t even look at the name I just opened the box an- and I swear I didn’t mean to open it.’

‘And when you realised it wasn’t yours? Why did you tell me it hadn’t arrived?’ You probed, curious of his answer.

‘Well I- I saw it was a…. toy and I- umm… I was… curious?’ He stumbled and tripped over his words as he spoke, his embarrassment clear on his face.

‘Curious?’ You asked.

‘I’ve never owned any toys before and I guess I just wondered what all the hype was? I don’t know it was stupid please don’t hate me y/n’ he began babbling, his eyes trained on his feet as he bowed his head.

You put your fingers softly under his chin, gently lifting his head as his eyes met yours. ‘It’s ok to be curious baby. Next time you should tell me. I’ll be able to help you out’ you said with a wink, running your fingers along his jawline.

‘Y/n-‘ he began.

‘Are you still curious baby? Want to see what the fuss is all about?’ You said, your free hand trailing along his thigh.

He nodded his head, eyes trained on your face as you watched for his response. ‘Use your words Lix’ you said, a small yes all you needed before gently kissing your lips to his.

His kiss was unsure, gentle and not wanting to push the boundaries of your relationship. But boundaries had been crossed already, and you wanted this, wanted him, desperately. You pushed him back, his back flush against the sheets beneath him as you continued to kiss, your hands running under his shirt as small moans fell from his lips.

‘Y/n, please’ he begged, his hands in your hair.

‘Patience lixie, I’ll take care of you’ you said, separating your kiss as you pulled his top over his head, his sweatpants soon following behind. Before long he was beneath you, left only in his underwear, his hips bucking up against your thigh as you began to kiss along his neck.

You put his hands above his head, a small kiss to his forehead as you moved from him. You reached behind you, the box in your hands as you opened your new toy. The wand was on the larger side, rechargeable with multiple settings, and you had been waiting weeks for it to arrive.

‘Since you’re curious baby, let’s try it together, yeah?’ You said, turning on the lowest setting and holding it to the front of his pants. His hips jerked, his head not used to the vibrations, feeling overly sensitive as he whined beneath you.

You turned the setting higher, waiting between each step as Felix became used to the vibrations beneath you, small whines falling from his lips as the vibrations for stronger and stronger. Before long, a wet patch was forming on the front of the fabric, embarrassing Felix more as he noticed it.

‘Aww is baby needy? Do you like my toys lixie?’ You asked, voice saccharine as you teased him further, increasing the speed once again. His whines were deafening, his moans choked between expletives as his hips stuttered beneath him, hands gripping in the sheets below. His knuckles were white, his grip strong enough to hold him to the bed.

‘Please y/n, c-cum’ he said, barely choking the words out as he writhed beneath you. Deciding to tease him further, you pulled the toy away from him, all stimulation gone in an instant as you laid the wand down beside you.

‘Not yet baby. I’m curious about my new toy too. Can’t let you have all the fun’ you said, undressing yourself from the waist down before straddling over his waist. You lowered your body down, entrance hovering over the fabric of his pants as you reached once more for the wand. Turning the settings to their max, you lowered yourself on the toy, sandwiching the vibrations between you both. With the toy in one hand, you fell forward, your other hand holding you up as you pushed down onto the wand, grinding yourself down, chasing your high.

With the added pressure of you grinding the wand against him, felixs eyes screwed shut, his moans filling the room as he begged.

‘I’m close baby. Cum with me’ you said, your eyes meeting his as you kissed him passionately. Your kiss broke as your hips stuttered, reaching your high as Felix spiked the fabric of his pants, the small wet patch growing as he released. The toy continued to buzz beneath you, overstimulating you both for a moment before you could turn it off, throwing it somewhere in the sheets beside you as you caught your breath.

‘Wow y/n I-‘

‘I know baby. Definitely worth the hype, don’t you agree?’ You said, a small chuckle leaving your body as you finally took in the mess that you had both made. Felix chuckled along with you before heading to the shower, needing to clean himself off and desperately needing to change from his soiled underwear. You stripped his sheets, starting the wash cycle before crawling into your own bed, waiting for him to join you.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hm... You know, you often compare yandere Wheezy to Mother Gothel. What if the situation between him and Y/N was something similarly to Mother Gothel and Rapunzel too?

Like maybe you two have known each other your whole lives. Or at least it feels like it (depending on when you guys met. Like high school or childhood or something). So it just felt natural to you when eventually you guys moved in together. It felt like a normal relationship had blossomed between you two. Granted, it was pretty lonely since everyone you get to know seems to leave one way or another... But you got your Wheezy. And he's got you. People say that as long as you have each other, it should be enough.

(And perhaps your Flynn Rider- perhaps a certain green weasel 👀- comes along when Wheezy isn't around for some reason. You get to hang out with somebody that isn't your boyfriend. And you realize how much of this you missed... And a lot more about your relationship.)

!! I cant believe this has taken me so long to respond to 😅😅 Especially since I am minorly obsessed with Gothel-YanWheezy semblance! XD I think I probably saw it during Placement but cuz of everything that was going on I just kindof... flew over it. I'm sorry, here have waffle 🧇

I- love- this! Wheezy keeping you for himself?? Wheezy manipulating his childhood friend into being his girlfriend- live-in fiancé- then wife?!! And Greasy being Y/N's secret flirty friend!???? So terrible and wholesome !

I know this isn't what you were talking about, but I couldn't help myself. Here's basically that scene at the end of Tangled when Rapunzel/Y/N tells Gothel/Wheezy that she'll stay, and be good, and never ever try to escape... so long as she's allowed to save Flynn/Greasy.

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Yandere!Wheezy Weasel x Reader x Greasy Weasel || Drabble

*this Wheezy kinda gives off the same vibes as Otis in this specific gif, so... 😅

Plot: ->

"No! I wont stop. For every minute of the rest of my life, I will fight! I will never stop trying to get away from you! ... But if you let me save him,.. I will go with you. I'll never run, I'll never try to escape. Just let me heal him, and you and I will be together. Forever, just like you want."

Warnings: Greasy has gunshot wounds in his abdomen, gets his fingers crushed, and gets ash in his eyes. Wheezy puts you down and is, yaknow, a monster- Also it's unedited right now.

"Y/N, c'mon." The tone in Wheezy's voice is calm as ever, relaxed, even bored; But the way his teeth are grit despite not having a smoke in his mouth right now and how his knuckles are white gripping the rope wrapped tightly around his strong fist gives him clean away. His eyes flash behind a wall of smoke, down at you- and Greasy. On the ground. "Time to finish up, here. Timeta go. He's not goin' anywhere."

Tears are overflowing in your eyes, on the ground by Greasy- He's still sitting up but he's bleeding out fast, the bullet holes in his stomach turning his green suit a deep red. Almost black. He clutches the wound and glares up at Wheezy, but his eyes soften when they turn down to you again; Noticing you crying over him. "Mi amore... wipe yo- " As soon as Greasy attempts to reach over and comfort you, Wheezy steps lazily on his hand creeping along the ground. Not only does he step down but he slowly crushes the bones before your wide, horrified eyes. Its a small sign of uncharacteristic spitefulness, viciousness that is so unlike him, a side of him you swear you swear you swear you didn't know about. You swear. You want Greasy to know that! You desperately try to tell him that, with your eyes, because Wheezy would surely hurt him worse if you said them outload. "... its okay." He continues, voice cracking through the unimaginable pain. He's somehow still as off-puttingly charming as ever and it makes you wish you weren't so hopelessly blind about Wheezy even harder. God!-

If you had been aware, caught the red flags, noticed everything that Wheezy must have been doing all this time- even just one thing- then you never would have brought Greasy into this, never would have befriended him, never would've ever responded to his dumb cheap flattery. You would have pushed right by him that day you met and he would've felt the sting of rejection but that would have been it. Neither of you would have fallen in as ill-fated love as you have, he wouldn't be bleeding now, he wouldn't die- "Y/N, get up."

... Sniffling, you shake your head. "No, I- Ah!" As soon as you shook your head, Wheezy had rolled his eyes up and yanked at the rope- which is tied to your wrists behind your back.

"Gettin' on my nerves, doll... move your ass."

"No, Wheezy, he'll- " Finally turning and looking at your- at Wheezy, you flash a defiant glare. Theirs a desperate tone in your voice and you wonder why you still think he'll listen. He's not your Wheezy anymore. He's someone else entirely. Why are you still begging him?? "He'll die!" Because you dont have a choice. Greasy will die here.

"Yeah... kinda the point." After heaving a smoky sigh, and not even seeming to notice Greasy's glower up at him (Or not caring), Wheezy flicks the flat of his cap up his forehead and picks a loose smoke out from behind his ear; sticking it between his teeth and searching for his lighter in his pockets. "Sweetheart I think maybe you're not gettin' this." Finding the lighter, Wheezy carefully lights his cigarette; the end glowing, now. "That's alright, I guess," He thinks outloud, giving a tiny and half asses shrug as he folds the smoke and his hand back into his pant pocket. "'ts better if yer dumb."

"I- I'm no- "

"Yeah, y'kinda are." He huffs out a sigh, and dirty, stinky smoke flies out the corners of his mouth. You know he's referring to all those years he played you, and it shuts you up. Maye he's right...

God-

"No. No no no, Y/N, you are no- you are not dumb. Listen to me- ah," Struggling and grimacing, Greasy drags himself with his good hand a few inches closer to you. Then he uses that hand to squeeze his bullet wounds - which, now that you're looking at him again through the tears, have really done a number on him. The bags under his eyes are disgustingly deep... its makes your guts ache. He's going to die here and its all your fault, - and his useless, broken hand to reach for you once again. He never learns!- "You're very intelligent. Don't listen to him, listen to me. Its going to be o- " You're just wondering, wide eyed, how he can still be comforting you right now when Wheezy kicks his hand away, causing Greasy to growl and squeeze his eyes shut, forcing the pain away.

"... Damn. Grease, you really are fucken something. How many times have I toldya over the years just ta keep your hands ta yerself?? If you'd listened to me, we wouldn't be here."

Breathing through the pain, making his voice steady somehow, Greasy cracks his eyes open; Glancing upwards to Wheezy with a disgusting feral look in his eyes. "Mark my words, fumador... I am going to ruin you, for this."

Looking immeasurably bored, shoulders dropped and eyes half-hooded as he takes his smoke out between two of his fingers and blows out a cloud of grey, Wheezy shakes his head. "Ehhh, somehow I doubt it... "

Wheezy looks thoughtful for a moment at his cig, before shrugging like why not? and - without looking at either of you, - taps some hot, dusty ash directly into Greasy's eyes off the end before flicking the rest away to the ground. Greasy hisses and lets go of his abdomen in order to wipe the bloody heels of his hands into eyes to get the burning hot ash out of his eyes as hurriedly get a tissue from your pocket and go to help him, but-

"Uh uh uh," Wheezy wraps the rope a few more times around his hand and his wrist and forces you up onto your feet, digging his fingers into the back of waist band and holding you still. "Come on, lets go."

"No!" The rope around your waist digs through your shirt into your skin and the rope winding up your forearms rub but you fight- try not to move- not to leave- but now that you're on your legs its harder to stay still. Wheezy's tall, and his limbs are long and sinewy and like rock, and so far he hasn't even tried to use that against you.

"Fightin' it's just gonna make it worse, (Nickname). And whether ya believe it or not, I do not get my kicks outta this." Just behind you, you feel him shrug again; against your back. "Jus' not my idea of a Saturday night, I guess. I will hurt ya if y'make me, though."

"Let me- "

"Are you gonna ask me to let ya go??" He sounds genuinely disappointed, groaning, like he's watching a soap and his favourite character did something ill-advised that he disapproves of. He's acting like he's on a job Smartass forced him into! Like he's only half here- have on the back porch smoking a couple packs. Like ruining your life and killing his best friend is just shit that he's 'gotta do'. "C'mon, doll, you're better then tha- "

"Let me save him."

This gives Wheezy pause. You're not facing him so you turn, wanting to see how he's taking that and why he's so silent, catching him looking cold and vicious again. Those blue eyes have never looked icier, and his jaw is set tight, and he has never seemed taller. Right now he's like 30 story skyscraper. You feel so small... until- "Nope."

He tries again to walk off with you but you glance at Greasy, head bowed against the ground and the puddle of his own blood around him, just trying to focus on breathing slowly, and your heart sinks. You know you can't leave him like that. You absolutely can't. You love hi-

Mm. Setting a determined look on your face, you grab Wheezy- yanking back to you by his vest and holding on tight. You need him to look at you, you need him to pay attention. You need him to listen to you.

Once last time. One last time, Wheezy... please, please...

Once, at some point, he must have really loved you in that soft way that you're supposed to love people- where you want them to be happy and want you back- and he has to have a little bit of that left. You have to believe that he does, at least. Because that is the part you need to hear you, right now.

"If you don't let me save him I will be trying to get away from you for the rest of our lives. You will never catch a break. You will never rest. Because the moment you do, I will be out the window trying to get back... to him... " Tightening your grip even more on his vest as Wheezy looks unimpressed, you go on; vanquished and gone of all your fight, all but a little bit. Enough to save Greasy. "... But if you do let me... "

"Nn... Y/N, no- "

When you don't go on, scared of what you're about to say and horrified at Greasy's state, Wheezy narrows his eyes at you to spur you to go on again. Taking a deep breath, you look away from Greasy and give Wheezy a quiet, sincere nod; brushing your foreheads together you're so close. "-If you let me heal him, then we can go together, and I will not try to escape. I will never, ever, leave you... We can fall in love again. I can do that! I will do it." You nod again, assuring you and him. Tears gather in your eyes but they just prove you're telling the truth, so you let them go. "You can have everything you want, we can go wherever you want, I'll be whoever you me to be...

Just let me heal him."

You search his eyes for a full minute, waiting for him to respond. Your tears fall down your cheeks and he watches them go and drip down off your chin onto the collar of your shirt, thinking... until his gaze nudges upwards to your eyes again; chewing something in the back of his mouth. "Fall back in love with me, huh? Y'can do that?"

Sniffling, you carefully nod. "Yes." Or something like love. Something disgusting, but similar. He wont be able to tell the difference.

Wheezy's icy, slate-grey eyes scrutinise you up so close, and you hold your breath- and you hold him, because he's holding all the cards and that's all you can do.

[other-eye]

I GOT TO SEE LORD HURON AND HOZIER!!!! (AND CHRIS STAPLETON AND ELLE KING)

God I love my family sometimes (a lot of times). My brother got me tickets for RailBird. This is a big music festival in Lexington Kentucky and the headliners for the day I was going was Hozier and Chris Stapleton. My favorite band of all time is Lord Huron and my favorite song is The Yawning Grave and I’ve been dreaming of seeing them for years. I’ve listened to Hozier for longer and have had full religious breakdowns to his songs before. I was so excited.

We drove 5.5 hours from the great city of Atlanta to Pineville where my grandparents live and we stayed the night with them. Next morning we made the 2 hour drive to Lexington.

We stayed about a mile from the festival grounds, so we just walked. It rained the entire walk but I was prepared. I wore knee- high rubber boots and a rain jacket. We got in early, so we got some merch, drinks (I don’t drink so I got a Coke and my brother got some whiskey +ginger beer drink) and watched Elle King’s set. I hoped she would play Drunk (And I Don’t Wanna Go Home) but she didn’t, oh well, She did amazing and I loved it.

About ten min before her set ended, we migrated to the stage Lord Huron would be on. I was vibrating with excitement. I forgot which song they opened with but they had this pay phone prop on center stage and it started ringing, the band came out and I’m physically assaulting my brother shaking him like Tyler the Creator to Narduwar in that one video. Ben comes on stage and answers the phone and starts singing Wait by the River. There’s a voice modulator microphone in it so it’s giving his voice that far away echo sound they have in a lot of the songs. My brother and I both were like “that’s so smart oh my god” they played a lot of songs I didn’t expect them to play like Ancient Names Pt 1, La Belle Savauge Le Fleur, and they announced a that they’re working on new stuff and sang one of the songs they’re working on! They played Meet Me in the Woods and I almost cried. Someone came up to me and said “I noticed you singing every song! Is this the band that sings Ends of the Earth?!” And I completely geeked out about it and they asked “do you think they’ll play it!” And I was like “idk I think they might but it’s hard to tell bc they have that newer album long Lost so I think they might play more of that” and we went back to hanging out, then like 2 songs later they start up Ends of the Earth and me and the dude looked at each other like “!!!!!!!!!!”

We noticed the crowd migrating to Hozier about 10 min before the end but we stayed until the last song “Not Dead Yet”. It felt like great end credit music.

We then tried to get fairly close to the stage for Hozier but we got caught in the sardine crowd (when everyone’s so close, you’re touching strangers). My bro and I get really claustrophobic, so I started getting frantic to get out of the crowd and I could tell my younger bro was getting overwhelmed and frustrated, so I told him to hold onto my drawstring and we cut through the ppl like a sewing needle. We went over by the bar and got a great vantage point. Hozier was already on stage and I’m white person dancing to everything. BACK UP EVERYONE I NEED TWIRLING ROOM. When he sang Francesca, I just stood there in complete awe. The ending parts when he sings “I would not change it each time, Heaven is not built for a love like you and I”, I swear tears were going down my face. My brother has written a whole book and the names of the brother main characters are Jackson and Wilford are ofc based on Jackie and Wilson (which he played!!!). I was funkin, bumping, and jiving to De Selby pt 2. I couldn’t hear the name of the woman who sang with him but she was a very pretty black woman with waist long braids and he voice was so deep and smooth that when I heard her start the second verse of Work Song, my jaw dropped and I was absolutely in love (I’m sorry to my boyfriend but I’m sure he’d understand 😅). Her voice reminded me of coffee and velvet and like with Francesca, I just stood there in awe for a while. I’m one of those people at concerts that get fully possessed by the music. He ended with Take Me to Church and I thought about how I was 13 when I first heard him and the 12 years I’ve been wanting to see him, it felt like a great ending of a movie.

My brother and I were also poking fun at the concert goers too. I’d been checking the weather all week and knew it was going to rain and that the fair grounds would be a mud yard, so I told my brother to bring work boots and ofc I wore knee-high rubber boots. It didn’t rain while we were there but it did when we were walking and yep, it was a mud yard. The amount of people wearing flip flops, sandals, crocs, white shoes, and worst of all, HEELS. Who wears heals to a music festival! I was full on dancing in the middle of the mud pit bc I realized it had a clear view to the stage and no one was gonna get in it with me. It was a great time!

This was my brother’s first concert and I’m kind of a concert junkie. I’ve got a list of bands I’ve seen live and bands I want to see. I’ve wanted to take him to see concerts for a while but he never really liked a band enough to see them. Then he snagged those tickets and gave them to me, so obv I had to take him.

Chris Stapleton was beyond anything I expected. I won’t lie, I was there for Hozier and Lord Huron but I wanted to listen to some of Chris. I didn’t expect him to sound almost exactly like his recordings. That man really has musical talent (which I mean I knew, but I didn’t know to what extent). By 10:30, my brother and I were exhausted. We been there since 5:30 and it was bedtime. As we left, someone handed Chris Stapleton their fuckin diploma to sign 😂. And he did.

Probably one of the best festivals I’ve been to!!

[peonierose]

Primrose sounds super intriguing! I suspect it might be a travel fic?? Idk I just get very travel vibes from it lol

And you've got to tell me more about Waffle House! Is it fluffy, is it sweet, is it angsty, the people gotta know lmao!

But peonie, like just wow, i love your WIP titles so much. They just give me "summer, beachy" vibes, with a hint of 2010s nostalgia. Love them all so much!

Mads 💚

Here are little snippets from Primrose and Waffle House 😉 Fyi primrose might be something different than you’d expect. Waffle House so far is pretty fluffy. But it’s in the early stages so it could change 🥰😅

Really? Oh my gosh thank you. I always just go with my gut when it comes to titles 🥰 So you saying you love them means a lot really.

Thank you so much for asking me about my wip 💚

Primrose

Book: Open Heart

Summary: Bryce and Ethan go to a sex dungeon. Bonding over drinks.

Luna knows the owner, Madame Rose, because she did an art piece for her for free. It’s now on full display when you enter the dungeon.

Madame Rose was so happy and thankful she told Lunes she can come and visit the dungeon anytime she wants. Even bring some friends.

Being a dominatrix isn’t just dressing sexy and knowing a thing or two about pleasure. These are people too. Who enjoy this kind of pleasure. Which I respect a lot. We’re all beautiful and unique in our own way. Dressing in leather and being dominant? Why the heck not.

I sigh and stare at my phone. I can practically hear Luna say:

”Call Ethan and ask him to go out for some drinks.“ I grin and take my phone.

I dial Ethans cell thinking 9 pm isn’t too late. Hopefully he didn’t go to bed already. I make myself more comfortable on my bed. It rings and rings. I’m about to hang up when after a couple of seconds I hear a deep frustrated male voice.

“I hope you have a good reason for calling right now Lahela,“ Ethan sounds frustrated.

I hear some rustling and a frustrated female voice in the background. I smile wider.

“Hi Hayley. Did I interrupt your little love fest? Yeah sorry not sorry. Also I feel really touched you recognized my number Ramsey,“ I say grinning against the phone.

“I’d really like to enjoy some time with my wife without you interrupting us,“ he says and I grin again. It’s so easy to get a rise out of him. Though I feel a teensy bit bad for interrupting his sexy times with his wife.

“I can call you back in five minutes. It won’t take you longer than that right?“ I tease Ethan

Waffle House

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Luna Auclair x Ethan Ramsey

Summary: Luna and Bryce spend some time together with their kids at the Waffle House.

Both Kehlani and Alaia let out excited squeals.

”I think it sounds like a great idea babe.“ I say.

Lani turns in her chair and looks up at me with her big brown eyes.

”Why do you say babe, daddy?“

I lean down and kiss the top of Lanis head.

”I say that because I love your mom.“

”Can we say babe too?“

I grin. At the age of three Lani and Rosie are two very curious little girls.

”That’s reserved for me Lani.“

She sighs and Alaia grins at her, which makes Lani smile again.

We switch and I take over to braid Alaia’s hair.

Luna whispers.

”They’re way to assertive. That’s your side of the genes.“

I chuckle.

”Don’t forget good-looking.“ I wink.

”I swear your ego swells every time.“

I laugh hard and cover Lanis ears with my hands. Luna does the same with Rosie.

”You gotta know that I was going to make a dirty joke after what you said.“

Luna rolls her eyes.

”Let me guess. Something else swells too.“

I can’t resist to give her a kiss.

”You know me too well Lunes.“

She grins and winks at me.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

YN Ackerman: Dating Jean Kirschtein

Jean Kirschstein featuring the whole AOT gang x Yn Ackerman (Levi Ackerman's sister; she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, kissing 😍

AN: This is a request from @lilacveiledsea! I figured we need a tiny change in fandoms for the day 🥰 also this is kind of modern remix with some of the wording. I can’t and won’t be stopped on my emoji usage 😂

Oh my dearest YN

Dear dear, innocent YN

You precious angel I'm so sorry 🤣

Not only are you related to this 👇🏻

But you are also besties with the chaotic duo known as Hange and Erwin 😃

Thoughts and prayers YN 🙏🏻

Because wow is your life hectic!

Seriously I'm not sure how you do it

You basically wake up and your life is in shambles

"YN WAKE UP!" Hange screams, banging on your door

"It's 4am!" You yell

"Get up YN you're late," your brother shouts

"Late for what?!?! It's 4AM!" You again

"If you have to ask YN then you're already behind," Erwin shouts

You 👉🏻😐 dear god why me?

Life in the scouts is anything but boring for you

Seriously being the baby sister of Levi is a full time job

Mans needs someone to just chill him out Ok ✋🏻

"Levi will you please just calm down," you say exasperated

"YN we have alot to do before the next mission," your brother says

"Yes and we have time so stop running everyone ragged if you expect them to fight off 15 meter titans!" You argue back

Levi 👉🏻😐😑

You 👉🏻😠

Please YN you are the only one (besides Historia) who can talk back to him

Not that he takes you seriously 😒 but still

Not only do you hold major control over Levi but also you are the calm Hange needs

"YN ALL THIS RESEARCH ISNT GOING TO DO ITSELF!" Hange screams

"Yes but it can wait for you to sleep for a few hours," you say, pulling your friend from their station

"YN I'm so close to a breakthrough!" Hange exclaims

"That's great but it can wait for you to take a nap," you say full on grabbing your friend and dragging them from their workshop

Literally YNs job is not to fight titans, it's to babysit the scouts 😅

Even Erwin relys on you to keep him sane

"Alright times up, put the pen down," you say, bursting into your friends chambers

"Just a few more minutes," Erwin says, scribbling on some papers

"No! The timer went off and the pen GOES DOWN!" You say going up to grab the pen from Erwins hands

"Just a few minutes YN," he says quickly pulling it away as you glare 😑

"I swear to god Erwin I will set fire to this entire office if you don't put that pen down right now-" you 😡

Erwin 👉🏻😐 you wouldn't dare....

You 👉🏻 🕯 try me....

The pen goes down as Erwin stands up, moving past you

"You are ridiculous," he says

You 👉🏻😊 🤗

But you see YN, your efforts don't go unnoticed...

Because a certain someone is always watching 👀

Kind of creepy but listen, his intentions are good ok

You see, a certain Scout member just so happens to have a MAJOR crush on you

Literally he's hard-core in love with you YN

Jean has always thought you were perfect and an all around amazing person

He respects everything about you from the way you kill titans to the way you care for your friends and family

You've sort of formed an interesting friendship with Jean

While we all know he can act a bit "childish" we also know he is super reliable and helpful

Hrs always there when you need him 🥰

So much so that you sort of, kind of, develop a teeny TINY crush on the man's

Honestly, do not blame you YN 🥵

But you had always thought Jean liked Mikasa

I mean, would wouldn't be entirely wrong YN but he still had more feelings towards you than anyone else

In fact 👀 he'd often get a little jealous when he say you talking a certain someone

"Hey YN!" Eren would say as you turned and smiled

"Hey Eren! What's up?" You asked

Jean rn 👉🏻 >:(

"Not much just taking a break," Eren would say sitting next to you

As in, RIGHT next to you...

Less than an inch apart 😑

So leave it to our buddy Jean to waltz right up to Eren and tell him off!

"Aren't you suppose to be cleaning Titan boy?" Jean would growl

You 👉🏻👀 🍿

"I'm just taking a break and I thought I'd spend it talking to a pretty girl," Eren said as you blushed heavily

Oof Jean was not impressed in the slightest!

"Maybe YN doesn't want to talk to you? She looks busy," Jean said, bending down in front of Eren and glaring at him

You are still just like 👉🏻😃

"Well if I'm bothering YN she can tell me herself," Eren says back, standing up and facing off with Jean

Alright nows definitely the time to interfere YN

Too bad your big brother has that taken care of

"YEAGER get your ass back to cleaning! KIRSCHTEIN pick up a mop, if you have time to talk you have time to clean!" Levi yelled as you giggled at both men

“YN WHY ARE YOU INCITING A RIOT?!?” Levi yells at you

You 👉🏻 🧍‍♀️literally existing

You see, Levi knows Jean had a crush on you

And he also knows you have a crush on jean 👀

And he doesn’t like it one bit

Jean also knows that Levi knows that he has a crush on you

Phew 😮‍💨 it’s like a game of telephone over here

But Jean isn’t deterred

He does everything and anything to impress you

From finishing his cleaning first to helping you clean to killing 15 meter titans

“Did you see that Yn?” Jean boasts as you smile and nod

“Everyone saw that brat,” Levi says, swinging by and killing two more 15 meters right in front of Jean

Oof-

However Jean just takes that as a challenge to win your brother over

So when your ODM malfunctions as you are swinging through the forest, you panic

“Crap crap!” You scream as you fall

“YN!” Erwin and Hange both shout as they race to get you

Fortunately for you, a knight in shining armor comes to your rescue 💅

That’s right, Jean is there to save the day!

He catches you, carefully swinging to a branch and setting you down

“Are you ok?” He asks as he checks you over intently

“YN!” Hange and Erwin shout as they land next to you

“I’m fine, thanks Jean!” You say as your brother swings by

“YN your lucky there weren’t any titans around or you would have been a goner,” Levi says as you glare

“Well thankfully Jean saved me!” You spit back as your brother rolls his eyes and continues on

Poor Jean isn’t going to get Levi’s approval that easily

Good thing your an independent woman and you don’t need your brothers blessing

So when you get back to base, you confront Jean

“Jean, I just wanted to say thanks for today,” you say, playing with your fingers as he looks at you

Suddenly, you lift your head and your lips graze his softly

Jean rn 👉🏻😐😳

“I like you Jean and I was kind of wondering if maybe…” you say before you are immediately cut off, his lips on yours again

“I like you too YN, a lot actually!” He says as you smile

And everyone lives happily ever after 😌

The end.

Just kidding 🙃

Because one thing about being in the scouts in that you literally have zero alone time

Every time you and Jean think you can be alone, someon interrupts

Once it was Armin, another time Mikasa, then Eren

Literally there is no safe space

Thankfully you manage to find a safe space behind the stables

That is, until 👀

“HOLY CRAP I KNEW IT!” You hear shouting as you and Jean quickly seperate to see Hange and Erwin staring at you

You and Jean 👉🏻😳😳

Erwin and Hange 👉🏻😐😍

“Please please don’t say anything to Levi!” You immediately beg

Hange rn 👉🏻😐😏

“Don’t worry YN, your secret is safe with us,” Erwin says as you sigh in relief

“Thanks commander,” Jean responds as he smiles at you

“You two really like each other huh?” Hange says as you both nod

“You really think Levi would disapprove if you were happy Yn?” Erwin asks

You, Jean and Hange 👉🏻😐 really?

“Ok noted but I really think you should tell him,” Erwin says walking away

Sure, you’ll tell Levi one day

It might be on his deathbed but you’ll eventually tell him right?

Well unfortunately for you, things don’t happen that way

You see, Jean is kind of, well he’s a possessive guy

Literally he gets so jealous and so incredibly easily

So when Eren is innocently flirting with you in the dining hall 👀

“TITAN BOY LEAVE MY GIRLFRIEND ALONE BEFORE I REARRANGE YOUR FACE!” Jean yells as everyone looks at him

Everyone including Levi

“This is fine just don’t make eye contact don’t make eye contact… CRAP,” you think as you accidentally look at your brother who is now glaring at you over his tea

“YN, Kirstein my office NOW!” Levi screams as he stops out

Hange 👉🏻🫡 fair well YN

Jean 👉🏻😃 crap-

You 👉🏻🙏🏻 counting your days

You and Jean enter Levi’s office and sit down

Not only is he sitting at his desk but he’s staring at both of you

“Levi I can explain-”

“It’s not Yn’s fault-”

Levi 👉🏻✋🏻

You and Jean 👉🏻🤐🤐

“I just want to know one thing… why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Levi asks

You and Jean 👉🏻🤨🤨 wait what-

“I knew you two liked each other for a while and I suspected you were dating but I’m just wondering why you wouldn’t tell me?” Levi asks

“I- I just thought you wouldn’t approve,” you say

Levi sighs, “are you happy Yn?”

“Im happy,” Jean says : D

“I didn’t ask you Kirstein! YN?”

You grab Jeans hand and smile, “I am!”

“Ok well that’s all I need,” Levi says, “now get out of here.”

You and Jean stand, quietly moving quickly to the door

“Kirschstein, I’m not done with you yet!” Levi says as Jean gulps

You just smile, turning to kiss you boyfriend

“Thoughts and prayers” ✌🏻