#THERES A POINT WHERE HE YELLS 'ARE YOU SAYING THIS IS MY FAULT'

[s0lar-ch3ri]

wish we could talk but your stone walls leave me hurt

(title is lyric from here we go again by mikayla geier i believe is her last name, theres a tiny bit of arguing but its hurt/comfort guys its not like my other one i prommy)

woah fic link time go my scarabs i guess

Troy thought he was pretty freaking great. I mean, he was. He won so many games (3/7, that’s a huge number), everyone loved him (everyone who mattered at least), and he was so awesome (this one didn’t need any explanation). His little bee might be a tad on edge, but that’s fine. No, that’s completely normal and not his fault at all. Nothing for Troy to worry about.

Cog, did it get cold! I mean, Troy’s so smart, he knows snow is cold, but it’s been a bit since it got bad enough to a point where they had him go home earlier (it was NOT from the wipeout, shut up, that didn’t happen, and he didn’t need to tell anyone it happened). It may have been closer to go to his dad’s house, a bit easier too, but Troy liked a little challenge, it kept him on his feet and ready for anything. He wasn’t ever worried to show his dad when he got hurt, or anybody, he just wanted to visit his pretty awesome boyfriend and had no ulterior motives ever.

A feeling Troy wasn’t used to, yet was getting too often to like, was a twinge in his chest as he went to knock on the door. There was the smallest of voices in the back of his head, one saying he’d be turned away and shamed, one who said he’d be unwanted if he showed up in this state. But he’s Troy! He’s awesome, the most awesome, and ever so cool. In fact, dare he say it, he’s the best ever! He doesn’t need to worry. This is Lint, and if Lint loved him, everyone loved him, everyone that mattered.

He knocked on the door.

Lint opened the door, a look of concern on his face as he met Troy’s gaze (who wouldn’t look at Troy with such care, he’s so awesome, right?), looking at him up and down as if trying to decipher what he’d say to a brick wall.

“You’re hurt.”

“Hoo hah rise up?”

“Gah, get inside.”

It seems as though Lint wasn’t charmed the pants off by his totally awesome and not-at-all goofy smile. Maybe he didn’t like when the facial injuries made blood drip from him. Whatever, men covered in blood might be hot. That’s- that’s a normal thought. Yes it is. One hundred percent. We move on.

It wasn’t exactly the first time Lint had to patch Troy up from injuries of steam-sledding. It’s just never been under this kind of circumstance. It’s been after tournaments and such, but not too much Troy going to Lint’s house as the sun was setting to get something cared for. Which, that totally wasn’t the plan, he just wanted to see his boyfriend, who could agree he’s awesome, unlike his dad (well, he totally would, just- it’s complicated, shut up, don’t think about it).

“What was it this time?”

“Huh?”

“The reason you’re this bad? How big a fluke was it?”

“Psh, no, it’s nothing, I’m fine. Thanks though.”

Lint stopped cleaning the wounds. “You can’t be doing this again.”

“Hm?”

“You can’t keep fucking- no, I’m not gonna put up with this again!” It’s a kind of anger Troy wasn’t used to. Troy, however smart he totally is, was utterly lost in whatever Lint could mean. He tilted his head in a way that may or may not resemble that of a confused dog as Lint put down the cleaning tools and stormed to the other side of the room. His hands were shaking (he couldn’t have been cold, his place was pretty warm, strange), and his breathing seemed more stiff, as if he was forcing himself to breathe at a normal pace (not that Troy would know anything about that, totally).

“Dude- I mean babe, my Honey Bee, what’s up?” Troy was a master of words.

“I don’t like being lied to Troy, you- you should know this!”

“Lie-”

Lint turned to yell at him, as if the raising of his voice wasn’t enough to send a message (knowing Troy, maybe it never was). “Every time I bother to ask, it’s always nothing, or something to not worry over, just-” He starts angrily buzzing. He does that.

Troy walked over to him, trying to grab onto his hands, trying to make sense of him. “Can’t you just tell me what’s wrong dude-”

Lint smacked away his hands, they stung a bit (pun unintended). Lint had so much anger in his eyes. Troy caught onto the tears that streamed from them, like a slowly melting ice glacier. “Can’t you just tell me what’s wrong dude?!!”

“I don’t und-”

“TALK TO ME COG-DAMN IT! I CAN FUCKING TAKE IT! I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND, WHY CAN’T YOU TRUST ME?!”

Troy went silent. His heartbeat was pretty fast. He was shaking, but totally from the cold. They were still inside. It was just the cold, yeah. Lint was shaking too, his hands clenched into fists at his side.

“H-”

“Go.”

Normally, Troy hated taking orders. However, this was Lint, and he was Troy, and Lint loved Troy, and Lint was the only one that mattered. He walked into some side room (he didn’t know if he wanted to risk the cold outside with unwrapped wounds), closing the door carefully and sitting behind it.

Troy can’t recall if he’s ever seen his boyfriend so angry. He doesn’t know if he’s just never shown it before. Troy held himself to be so great, and Lint always agreed. He didn’t want to give him any other idea. He didn’t need to give anybody that idea, he was awesome, and he never needed to explain why.

Maybe that’s because Troy couldn’t figure out how to explain why.

As Troy? He’s Troy, he’s gonna always be awesome! As a person? People wouldn’t get it when he explained that. He to them was self-absorbed, vain, an idiot, and thinking how, he’s unsure how wrong he is.

Maybe that was the issue. He was too great.

He couldn’t be anything but great. Not for his dad, not for his team, not for Lint. It was really a lie when he told him it was nothing, huh?

Cog, how many times had he said that? He couldn’t remember. Every small dismissal of himself, the asking without thanks- has Troy ever even said please? Lint has done so much good for someone who was great, so why has someone so bad done nothing for someone so much better than great could be? He took his boyfriend for granted, and yet he’s stayed because…Troy doesn’t know. His greatness? Is he really that? His steamsledding skills? Considering the situation, those weren’t good enough for him, and even if they were, Lint wasn’t that kind of guy. His looks? Not that kind of guy again, no, he thought of nothing Lint could be with him for.

Troy probably wasn’t unlikable, just…unsure if he was dating material.

A knock outside startled Troy, making him jump forward a bit more than he should have. The door opened, a puffy-eyed and tired Lint staring down at a still-injured and looking-like-a-flame-in-a-snowstorm Troy on the ground, slightly wide-eyed.

“I never finished helping you.”

“How long have I been in-”

“My bathroom? 5 minutes. C’mon Sugar.”

Even if he weren’t injured, Troy wobbled up, Lint having himself used as a crutch.

“It-”

“Is fine, now let’s finish up.”

Troy nodded. Lint knew how to bandage well, it was a good amount of tightness. He just watched Lint’s hands, his slightly shaking, something he knew wasn’t from cold. Lint had careful, caring movements. Troy wondered how well he’d do at those. They were both silent, minus a silent hum from Lint as he worked. Cog, he sounded pretty. Troy needed to do better for him.

“I don’t get it,” a breath Troy lost with his boyfriend’s beauty and his own pride.

“Get what?” Lint buzzed at him.

“You stick around, you continue to love me, when I just…Don’t do it right. Why?” Troy was ever so small and fragile, he felt like a thin piece of glass, and the blizzard was coming.

“Because I want to love you.” He said like it was the simplest answer in the world.

Troy snickered a bit. His bee was lovely.

His bee.

“I’m gonna do better.”

“Hm?”

“I’m gonna be a better boyfriend, for you.” He could have thought he was. He just didn’t want to lie.

“...I’d like that, I think.” There was a small smile on Lint’s face, a small snicker too.

A big smile formed on Troy’s face. “Aw, are you laughing at me dude?”

“It’s not everyday you-”

“Yeah? I what?” He was holding back a world of giggles.

“I can’t help but laugh if you’re a bit of an idiot-” He finished up the bandaging, which was good, as Troy grabbed him into the couch and restrained him with a hug.

“I’m gonna get you for that dude!”

Now the two of them were laughing, with Troy bear-hugging Lint, and Lint playfully trying to push him off. After a bit, they settled, Troy simply spooning Lint on his couch.

“I wanna stay over the night.”

“We can arrange that.”

“I love you, don’t know if I say it enough.”

“You have time to do it more. I love you too.”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi there!

If you still take stardew valley requests please write hurt/comfort with Shane and (gn) reader about Shane getting progressively more worried about the farmer each time they go mining because of all the injuries they get there to the point where one day he snaps and breaks down in front of the farmer. It would be nice if you could show shane slowly loosing his mind each day but that would probably make the fic longer so no pressure. just pls make sure theres comfort after the hurt, bad endings make me sad :(

Thank you in advance, and even if you choose not to write this i hope you still have a lovely day.

I'm always down for Shane angst <3

In my main file I fear he's like this bc I'm constantly coming back from the dangerous mines/skull caverns on like 1 hp at 1:50 am

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(Spring, Year 1)

"Hi, Shane!"

"God, what do you want now?"

"Nothing. I'm off to the mines." You grinned at the rugged man in front of you, holding up your pickaxe. "I'm shooting for level 120 this time, and hopefully I can pick up more gems along the way."

Shane raised a brow. "...and I care because?"

"You don't have to. Just thought I'd let you know."

'What? Like you think I'll go looking for you if you pass out? Forget it. Whatever happens is your own damn fault."

"I know the risks, but thank you." You politely answered, ignoring his blunt rudeness before checking the monster slayer guide. "The Adventurer's Guild wants me to slay a ton of bats...only 200 more to go."

""Adventurer's Guild?" Sounds stupid and childish." He grumbled, taking a swig of joja cola in his grasp. He was already running late to work, and he didn't want to get yelled at by Morris.

And he certainly didn't want you, the new farmer who made it their mission to annoy the shit out of him everyday, being the reason.

"Well it's neither of those things. It's actually thrilling." You chuckled, before digging an emerald out of your pocket. "I meant to sell this yesterday, but you can have it."

"...the hell? What am I supposed to do with this?" His brows furrowed at the green mineral you shoved into his hand.

"Keep it..for good luck, I guess?" You shrugged. "You can put it in your pocket and forget about it if you want. I just wanted to give you something nice. Plus, not to be weird, but...it kinda reminded me of your eye color."

Normally, any other villager would've been thrilled that you wanted to befriend them with gifts that reminded you of them.....

Yet Shane just stared at you as though you've confessed to stalking him.

"If you wanna give me something that's actually "nice", buy me a beer at the saloon next time." He sneered, brushing past you and continuing towards JojaMart, while you headed north of town, already knowing what you're gonna do tonight.

When you looked over your shoulder, you could see him pocket the emerald rather than throw it away despite him passing by several trash cans.

And you smiled.

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(Present Day)

"Awh, you still held onto that emerald even after all this time?"

"Yeah, so what? It was the first gift anyone's really given me.." Shane confessed, heat rising to his cheeks as he held the mineral between his fingers. "I never believed in all that crap about crystals and "energy" that Emily talks about. But..I just like keeping this one around. It's like...erm..."

"A testament to the start of our friendship and eventual marriage?" You cheekily grinned as you polished your weapon, before looking to your husband.

He nodded. "Exactly what I was gonna say."

"I know you so well." Chuckling, you walked over to kiss him on the cheek. "I'm gonna head to the mines, okay? Welwick says the spirits will shower everyone in good luck. I wanna see if the fabled prismatic shards really do exist."

Almost immediately, Shane froze..and he found himself wanting to desperately say "no" and convince you to stay on the farmhouse.

But he didn't know why.

From the moment he met you, he knew you sought adventure and profits in the mines, fighting all sorts of monsters for the Adventurer's Guild. He's seen skeletons, mummies, and golems caged up at Spirits' Eve festivals, but never the wild ones below the surface who attacked you relentlessly.

Yet you never let the constant dangers deter you from exploring.

Mining was exhausting work, yet rewarding every time you cracked a stone open to find a diamond or discovered a treasure chest. With the materials you've gathered, you were able to craft some rings to wear, enchanted with powers to help make your excursions easier and safer.

Despite being well-prepared, though, Shane did have his concerns...especially as once you came home after clashing with skeletons, a scar on your head from a flying femur bone that still hasn't fully healed.

You only went to Harvey to get it checked out after your husband--who was your boyfriend at the time--insisted on it.

Even before that, he'd see you around town, bearing a new bug bite, scratch, burn, bruise, or bandaid on your body.

It never worried him before, but after that skeleton incident, he finally understood that those monsters were real and you were seriously getting yourself hurt.

He'd go to the mines with you if not for his fears that he'll only make things worse. There's a good chance he'll slow you down and find himself getting swarmed by slimes, bats, bugs, and whatever the hell else was there....and he wasn't exactly the most fit to swing a sword or pickaxe.

Simple walks made him tired.

What good would he do?

"Shane? What's wrong?"

Blinking, he snapped out his thoughts and saw your concerned face. "Nothing, sweetheart." He dismissed, giving you a little smile. "Just be careful out there, alright? I'll take care of things here."

"Thank you, baby." Smiling back, you gave him a kiss before heading out the door with your backpack and tools. "Off to the bottom of the mines I go!"

Shane tensed.

"Wait-"

As quickly as the door opened, it slammed shut, and he was left by himself in the cabin.

It was an uncomfortable silence.

'Maybe I should've tagged along.....buh, what am I saying? They'll be fine. They do this all the time. Stop getting so worked up, idiot..' Clearing his mind yet again, he went off to check things around the farm for you, deciding to watch TV later on.

There was gonna be another Tunneler's game tonight, so at least he had that to look forward to.

Nothing like that, some good food in the fridge, and this cozy cabin he got to call home...

And it was all because of you.

If you could build everything here and still having the energy to go mining and fight monsters, why should he worry?

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1:20 AM

After a productive day, Shane managed to fall asleep early for once.

Only be woken up by the creak of the bedroom door.

Light almost immediately flooded his vision, stirring him from his slumber as he grumbled and tried to shield his eyes, wondering what time it was.

"Fuck..morning already-?"

"No, honey..it's...just me. Sorry.."

He blinked, sitting up to see that it was only you coming into the room, removing your rings. One of them served as your light source, yet it didn't hide the numerous scratched and bruises that littered your skin.

And they were all fresh.

"Babe, wha...are you okay?" Shane was now fully awake, watching as you peeled off your jacket and trousers, tossing them into the corner of the room before dragging yourself into bed.

Only then could he see your injuries up close and personal, and his heart began racing. "What happened? You look like hell."

"I'm fine, Shane. I just..need to sleep it off.."

"B-But...there's blood everywhere.." He mumbled, his eyes going to the clothes in the corner. "I can call Harvey-"

"No..don't. I already patched myself up. I'll be fine in the morning..I just wanna be here with you." Smiling weakly, you kissed him, before putting the prismatic shard into his hand. "Look. It exists...haha...it's so pretty, right? It's yours."

He didn't know what to say, staring dumbfounded at the mineral.

What hell did you go through to get this?

And as much as he loved it..why get it for him?

Why risk your life?

But when he looked back to question you further, you were already passed out beside him, looking peaceful despite the wounds on your body.

Eventually, he slid the prismatic shard under his pillow and laid back down, only to hesitate in wrapping his arm around you.

All he could do was gaze at your exhausted face..and the dried blood under your nose.

Least to say, he had trouble falling back to sleep.

..........

Ever since that night, Shane's grown increasingly worried over your safety during your mining trips. And it began to affect his usual routine around the farm.

In fact, calling it "worry" at this point would be a heavy understatement..

It became straight-up paranoia.

Whether you headed off to the mines or Skull Caverns early because of an "extra lucky day" or simply because you needed a specific resource, you'd always come back home the same way:

At later hours, with more injuries and bandages than last time, constantly on the verge of passing out and barely able to hold a conversation with him.

Of course, you'd have breakfast with him, and you'd never leave the farmhouse without giving him a kiss...but it did nothing to ease his mind, as he'd constantly see your wounds and dread whatever horror stories you were about to tell him.

Even though you're perfectly nonchalant as you talk about a serpent who tried wrapping itself around you and squeeze every last breath out of your body, it made Shane feel utterly sick to his stomach.

How could you be so calm after so many brushes with death?

He didn't understand.

On the surface, he seemed fine with you leaving. But when you did, he'd find himself turning to beer to calm his nerves..although most days he was able to resist the urge and occupy himself with farming tasks or video games.

Despite this, he hasn't outright told you anything. He knew mining was your passion and thought you'd chastise him for "worrying over nothing".

So he kept it to himself, thinking his anxiety was being stupid.

Then the final straw came the evening when he got a call from Harvey's clinic around 5PM.

One that he hoped to never hear:

You passed out, and were currently being treated for serious injuries.

He bolted out the cabin, all the way to the town square and damn near broke the door down. There, Harvey, Linus, and Marlon were at your bedside, the latter two having brought you in after seeing you fall unconscious in from of the elevator, covered in blood and shrapnel.

Fortunately, you were expected to make a full recovery with just stitches and some IV fluids to rehydrate your body...but you still owed Shane one hell of an explanation.

This time around, you landed in an "infested" area of the 100s, trying to use a bomb to kill off most of the monsters.

Only to trip over a stupid lava crab and drop the bomb after you just ignited it, damn near losing your leg trying to kick it away from you in time.

And by the grace of Yoba, you were able to limp your way back to the ladder, return to floor zero, where Linus so-happened to be passing by the mine entrance.

You gave the poor old man quite a fright, as he didn't know how much blood on you was from the monsters...or you.

In the end, the bomb left shrapnel in your flesh, searing your clothing and requiring stitches to ensure you didn't bleed out. You appreciated Harvey for his quick work and for Linus and Marlon for taking you to him.

However nobody in that clinic was more terrified over your condition than Shane, who was in disbelief that you were able to stand and walk back home with him after getting discharged.

He wouldn't talk to you, although his hands shook as he helped you into bed, still sleeping beside you like he did every night before this.

But this time...he had the worst nightmare possible.

He was down in the mines with you, except he felt stuck and couldn't do anything to warn you or save you from the impending danger.

It was like he was spectating a game, instead forced to watch as the bats and monsters made of shadows descended upon you with their teeth bared and claws out, tearing into your body. You had yelled for him to save you, to stop being useless, damning him for not stopping you from leaving...yet their horrible noises drowned out any further shouts.

Then you were gone.

You were gone and he failed you.

And it was all his fault.

It made him joltbwide awake at 3 AM, and he felt like his heart was about to burst from his chest. His mind kept going to you, constantly checking to make sure you're still breathing, unable to fall back to sleep for a while.

When he did, he was in tears.

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"No."

"Shane, I know last night was bad. But I'm not-"

"You're not going to the mines today. I mean it."

Dumbfounded, you gazed at Shane, who was physically blocking you from leaving the cabin. A scowl was written all over his face.

You sighed and rubbed the side of your head. "It's only the first few levels, honey. Willy needed bug meat for-"

"Right. The "first few" you say, and then I'll get a call from Harvey at 2 AM about you needing emergency surgery again." He gritted his teeth, tears coming to his eyes. "Whatever he or anyone in this damn town needs in those mines can wait. Why can't you just stay?!"

"I don't understand.." Your eyebrows furrowed. "You never cared before if I went there. What changed?"

"What changed....? What changed is that I've been having a lot more of sleepless nights lately! I can barely eat or do anything except worry and worry about you. And it's because...because..." He trailed off.

"Because what?"

"......."

You sighed. "Shane, if you're not gonna tell me what's wrong, then I don't see why-"

"Because you've been scaring me to death okay?!" His hands now gripping your shoulders as he stared at you. "You think you're invincible, but you aren't. What don't you get?! How badly are you gonna let those things hurt you?! Or be the reason YOU DROP DEAD AND DON'T COME HOME?!!" He screamed.

Your own eyes widened, stunned by his words..and eventually you saw the realization flash across his face as he blurted out his true feelings.

The ones he tried to hide from you, yet consumed him for hours upon hours whenever you left for the mines.

It made your heart plummet.

His breath hitched, and you then saw the tears beginning to fall from his greenish eyes.

"Shane..."

"[Y/n], you saved me from throwing my life away. And...i-it's like you're throwing away yours for no reason!" He sobbed. "Night after night, I have nightmares of seeing your limp body..a-and....and I can't save you. I can't do anything except scream and beg them to stop hurting you! But they never listen! A-And...I just...I-I don't wanna lose you. I can't lose you..."

He looked totally shattered, making you finally realize how serious this was.

Your guilt right now was immensurable, watching the man you loved fall apart right in front of you.

And it was your fault.

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry..." You pulled him into a tight hug, and he completely broke down in your arms. His quiet crying became muffled by your shoulder. "I..I had no idea you were feeling that way. Why didn't you tell me about the nightmares sooner?"

"You would've thought..th-they were stupid. Or that I sound "needy" or controlling.." He sniffled. "I-I know I can't stop you from going, but...I just..a-after what happened to you last night, I...I.."

"Oh, honey..that was my dumb mistake. The monsters had nothing to do with my injuries." Rubbing his back, you gently kissed his head. "I was tired and got clumsy with a stupid bomb..but I promise it won't happen again. You're right. I'm not invincible. I need that reality check sometimes."

He didn't say anything, instead holding onto you tighter.

You never realized how badly your mining trips and injuries were affecting him...affecting this very relationship.

The Shane you met back in Year 1 could care less if you dropped dead. He outright said he'd never go looking for you and that whatever happened was your own fault.

But the Shane you knew now was crying in your arms over the mere thought that one day you'll go into the mines and never come out, holding it all in until he couldn't anymore.

You've really helped him open up to you, but now you were tearing him apart inside and never really knew it until this point.

"W-Will you just..stay here today, please?" He finally spoke, not caring about how needy or pathetic that sounded.

"...I will." You answered. "I'll take a break from mining for a good while."

"....you would do that for me?"

"Of course. I'd do anything for you, Shane. Hell..I'd give that up altogether if you wanted me to."

You felt him shake his head, and you chuckled, squeezing him tightly. "I'm only kidding, but I promise. No more mining this week."

Shane raised his head up, looking to make sure you were serious. And he saw nothing but sincerity in your expression.

You sighed softly and cupped the sides of his wet face, seeing the torrent of anxiety and frustration raging like an ocean current in his eyes. "You must've felt so lonely and terrified, baby..I'm sorry. I won't make you feel that way ever again."

He sniffled again as you brushed away his tears, before taking ahold of your wrist to kiss your palm...where your first scar from a rock crab came from.

How badly did he wanna kiss away every scar those bastards left on you until none remained.

Some faded with time and care, but others were more permanent--testaments to your survival down in the mines..as well as your several brushes with death.

Heat rose to your cheeks, watching him become so affectionate and gentle with you, even though he knows you're not made of glass whatsoever.

Eventually, his tears ceased as you both decided to go lay down on the bed together, with Shane cuddling up to you and resting his head on your chest. All he could hear was your strong heartbeat drowning out the noise in his mind.

It was still kicking, like you.

"Thank you..god, that was exhausting.." He mumbled. "I'm sor-"

"You don't have to be sorry for being honest with me." You reassured, petting his hair. "I just..wish I picked up the signs sooner."

"INah, I should've been clearer...and maybe that would spare myself this headache I got now.."

"Hmm..how about we sleep in until you feel better? Then we can check on the chickens."

Feeling him nod and wrap his arms around you, you took that as a "yes" and chuckled softly, knowing you weren't gonna leave this spot anytime soon.

But that's okay.

There's no other place you'd rather be. Not even the mines.

[andillneverbethesame]

we are never ever getting back together - s.b

❥ sirius black x fem!reader

❥ summary; after you and sirius break up for the milionth time, you swear you two are never ever getting back together.

❥ warnings; toxic relationship, cheating accusation (didn't decide if sirius actually cheated or not), reader slutshames sirius, if theres more, tell me

❥ word count; 1,595

❥ a/n; based off wanegbt by taylor swift

it was just a regular day for you and sirius. you knew it shouldn't be, but it was.

shouts filled the apartment where you two lived together and you were sure your neighbors were going to complain about the loud noises you two were making. and they had every right to do so. after all, it was middle of the night.

"god, y/n!" sirius let out a frustrated groan, putting his head in his hands. "i'm so fucking tired of this. can you just let it be? nothing happened anyway, you're just being dramatic. as always."

you let out a gasp, feeling offended a little.

"me?" you screamed. "dramatic? well, who do you think i learnt it from, you dick?"

he rolled his eyes and poured himself a bit of whiskey.

"just tell me you slept with her and this fight can be over," you almost begged him. "this," you pointed to yourself and him. "this can be over."

he put his drink down. "i'm gonna say it for the last time," he spoke too calmly for your liking. "i didn't sleep with her. i didn't sleep with anyone."

"then why don't i believe you?"

"it's not my fault you've been cheated on so many times you developed trust issues," he said through gritted teeth. "you should trust me if you want us to work."

you wanted to slap him. more than ever before. "well, if you want your partner to trust you, you shouldn't have gone around and fuck everything that has a pulse in your past and especially now when you're in a relationship!"

he sighed and waved his hand. "this is pointless. you are pointless."

he turned around and his back was now facing you. he was walking towards the bedroom. before he could slam the door, you yelled at him.

"we are done. we are over, sirius, and let me tell you: we are never ever getting back together!"

he didn't respond. instead some of his stupid indie records filled the silence and you cursed under your breath before walking down the hall and putting on your sneakers and the first jacket you reached for. then, you opened the door of your apartment and stepped out, your eyes meeting a neighbor who was just probably about to knock at your door and tell you to shut up. you slammed the door behind you as loud as you could, letting sirius know you were feeling only rage.

"i'm sorry, sir," you apologised to the neighbor who jumped at the loud noise of door slamming. "i promise you that this was the last time."

we are never ever getting back together we are never ever getting back together

your best friend lily evans was kind enough to let you in her apartment. well, she didn't really have a choice when you knocked on her door all shaking from rain and cold. you knew it was raining but you were feeling so angry that you forgot an umbrella on your spontaneous way out.

"did you mean it?" lily asked next morning when you two sat at her kitchen table with a cup of coffee. you could hear the water in her bathroom running, meaning james, her boyfriend, spent the night and was definitely going to investigate what happened between you and his best friend.

you looked at lily with raised eyebrow.

"did you mean it when you yelled at him that you two are never getting back together?"

you shrugged. did you really mean it? "i don't know. maybe i said it just out of anger, i'm not sure. i really love him, you know? but, god, it really is so fucking exhausting keep fighting, breaking up and then making up and then fight again, break up and make up and repeat." tears started streaming down your cheeks. "god."

in that moment, james walked into the kitchen and you quickly wiped your tears. he bent down and pecked lily's lips, smiling at her. at the sight of your teary eyes, however, his smile fell.

"oh, hi," he said and waved at you awkwardly. you could see he didn't know what to say and you questioned if you really wanted him to say something. he was probably going to defend sirius and say you two belong together anyway.

"hi," you greeted him back quietly.

lily's phone beeped and she looked at it. "it's marlene," she informed. "she's asking if i know where are you at the moment." she glanced back at you. "do you want me to tell her you're here?"

"yeah, sure." marlene asking about you meant she was probably at your and sirius' flat and your ex boyfriend told her you weren't there. he probably had that glare on his face that he had the morning after a fight too.

you, lily and james spent drinking coffee in silence. you desperately wanted to sort this shit out with the help of lily but with james there, you didn't say a single word.

marlene arrived about ten minutes later and the first thing she said was, "what the hell happened between you and black? he acted like a prick."

you snorted emotionlessly. "when does he not?" you put your cup down. "what did he do?"

"well, i wanted to give you the top i borrowed from you, here you go by the way," she handed you your top. "and so i got into your building and i heard bunch of people there talking about some kind of argument that happened in the middle of the night. well, anyway, i knocked at your door and it took sirius an eternity to open. and i noticed something was wrong like immediately but i didn't ask him. instead, i asked him if you're home. he said 'no' and before i could ask where you were, he slammed the door right in my face."

you rolled your eyes. that was so typical of him.

"we had a fight."

"about what?" marlene asked.

"think he slept with a girl from work."

you heard james snort behind you. "no, he didn't."

"james," lily warned.

you looked at him with a cold look in your eyes. "you may be his best friend but you and him are not the same person so why don't you shut your mouth and don't talk about things you have no idea about?"

james's face fell. he cleared his throat and thankfully, kept his mouth shut.

marlene's voice shook a little as she spoke. "you sure he slept with that girl?"

you shrugged. "even if he didn't, we would be better without each other.

the blonde took a seat next to lily and reached for your hand, squeezing it. "i'm very sorry."

we are never ever getting back together we are never ever getting back together

for a week, you and sirius didn't speak. at all.

during that time, all the leaves turned red, orange and yellow and you took a walk everyday with earphones in your ears to clear your head.

you distanced yourself from your friend group and stayed at your parents' house for a while. you were lucky enough not to see sirius at all even though you've been going to his favourite places.

now, you were again on one of your walks. with a coffee you bought in a nearby café earlier, you sat down on a bench in a park.

you looked around the park. there were a lot of people but they were mostly couples who found the autumn weather romantic, making you think about you and sirius and how those people used to be you two. you couldn't even think about one time in the past three months when you and him went out together without fighting about anything.

you took a sip of your coffee and hugged your coat closer to your body. at that moment, your eyes fell on two familiar people walking towards you. you sighed, taking off your headphones.

"hey, y/n," said lily.

"hi, lils," you smiled. "james."

he nodded.

"how are you doing?" the redhead questioned and you shrugged.

"been better, been worse." the next words the couple was going to hear slipped out of your mouth quicker than you could stopped yourself. "how is. . . he?"

james and lily looked at each other and the man said. "he's. . . okay?"

you weren't surprised. you didn't expect him to be affected by your fight and break up.

"no, not like that," said lily immediately when she noticed the look on your face. "he's been. . . sort of going around telling people that you two are going to get back together soon."

your mouth opened in shock. "well, we're not. definitely not soon. i need space, just like he needed."

the three of you stayed silent for a second before james spoke.

"maybe you should tell him that," he advised and for the first time, you thought james said something smart.

before you could reply, your phone rang. you expected it to be your mum or dad but the name that popped on your phone screen made you freeze.

sirius :)

you took a deep breath and your thumb hovered over the green button. you answered the call.

"sirius?"

"i still love you," his voice filled your ears. he sounded still the same like the night you two were yelling at each other.

"but i don't want to get back to you," you said honestly.

you heard him sigh. "come on, love, you don't mean it. you always say this but then we get together again. we both know that this time, it's like any other time."

"i love you, sirius, but we are never ever getting back together. like, ever."

[logbush]

First Love

1247 words

angst

quinn fabray x reader

A/n: i am working on all of your requests i promise!! i'm just trying to get out everything i already have written by now. please send in your requests!!

quinn sighed as she looked at her clock, 6:30 am, time to get up. she groaned and leaned up. she hadn’t been to school since it happened. that was three months ago. people began wondering if she was okay, she had people knocking at her door just for her mom to say “she’s okay, no need to worry”. of course, people were worried anyways. her mom opened her door, the light quickly blinding the blond “quinnie, i need you to go to school,” she said quietly. “if it becomes too much you can call me and ill come pick you up. but i would really like it if you could make it a full day honey,”

quinn groaned. it already felt too much. she got up and went to her bathroom, not caring enough to turn the light on. she began running a brush through her hair, as soon as she caught a tangle she stopped caring and walked down stairs. she put a pair of slides on before walking out of the door, “can i walk?” she asked her mom hoarsely. her mom nodded “of course honey, stay safe.”

quinn walked into school about ten minutes after she left her house. she wasn’t paying attention as she walked down the hall. everyone else was however. she looked like a walking zombie, makeup on from three months ago, a mess of her hair, her clothes were stained in all of the colors in the rainbows. she didnt care, you weren’t there. there wasn’t anything for her to look good for anymore. santana and brittany spotted her from across the hall and rushed over to her. “oh girl..” santana started before taking quinn’s hand and walking with her to an empty classroom. brittany walked next to them “you look like me after i left the sewers” brittany said once they reached the classroom. santana looked at quinn and sat down on one of the desks.

“say something quinn” santana stated, looking at the blonde. quinn shrugged “theres nothing to say” she said meekly. brittany stood behind quinn gently rubbing her shoulders, trying to loosen her up. “you need to get out the anger you’re holding, because this” santana paused, using her finger to look up and down at the blonde “this is not the quinn i know” the blonde let out a shaky breath before collapsing on the floor, crying in a way she hadn’t since it happened. “it should’ve been me” she said in between sobs. santana and brittany knelt down next to her, wrapping their arms around her.

“i really think this rachel and finn getting married thing is stupid” you said in the passenger side of quinn’s car. she was driving to the chapel they had planned on, her hand on your thigh. “i dont either, they’re really young dont you think?” you nodded in reply “i mean they’re going to end up together anyways, might as well get it over with now” she chuckled softly. the blonde looked down at her phone as it kept buzzing.'WHERE ARE YOU??' it read. she grabbed her phone deciding to quickly text rachel back “hey dont text and drive, didnt your parents ever teach you that?” you said jokingly, you were on the back roads, what could happen? quinn began typing her text. as soon as she did she heard a honk before a loud CRASH. quinn was out for a few minutes, but as soon as she woke up she looked at you, you were pale “y/n? can you hear me?” no response. she felt tears form in her eyes before she heard sirens.

“quinn?” santana said softly “we’re here for you,” she hugged the blonde tighter. brittany then spoke up “i can see if i can get you a therapy session with lord tubbington but hes kind of backed up this month” quinn shook her head “i cant believe i was so stupid.” she yelled out. santana shook her head “no you’re not stupid” santana reassured. the blonde stood up and shook her head “santana. my stupidity killed the love of my life. i am the reason y/n isn’t here anymore. its my fault.” she yelled out, emphasizing certain words to get her point across. santana grabbed quinn’s hand before yanking her into the choir room.

quinn’s tears were still falling as she walked in. the glee club looked stunned “wow, quinn, its good to see you” mr schuester said as she stood still “i cant be here” she mumbled before running out of the room.

quinn sat in the waiting room of the hospital, it was a miracle she made it out with little injuries, just a little scrape on her forehead. you must've taken most of the blunt force. “ms. fabray? would you like to see y/n now? she’s in a coma, we’re not sure if she will make it out” a nurse asked once she walked in. the blonde shot up and nodded before following the nurse to your room. she walked in before her heart dropped to her stomach. you were laid down on the bed, wires coming out of you, attached to different medical devices. the quiet beeping of the heart rate monitor flooded her senses. she pulled up a chair and sat next to you before finally breaking down. “im so sorry y/n,” she said taking her hand in yours. “im so sorry i ever let this happen to you. this is all my fault.” she began breathing heavy “i know you can make it out of this. you’re strong enough.” her sobs took over her. her head laid on your stomach, not trying to hold it back anymore.

“how was your day honey?” quinn’s mom asked once she walked in the door. the blonde ignored her, instead just going straight up to her room. she sat on her bed curled up for hours in one of your hoodies, replaying that moment over and over again.

quinn sat on the bed next to you, desperately trying to pretend you’re still with her. she was holding your hand with her head on your chest, just like she used to do. the beeping from the heart monitor was keeping her calm. until, it stopped. quinn shot up as soon as she heard the flat line, spamming the 'call nurse' button desperately. the nurse rushed in with a doctor. the nurse tried to usher quinn out of the room but she stood still. the doctor sighed before shaking her head “we were too late” she mumbled “what are you talking about?” quinn asked “bring her back. please.” she begged. the doctor shook her head “we cant” the doctor stated. the blonde fell to her knees. “we’ll give you some time” said the nurse. quinn stood back up and looked down at you. “im so sorry baby” she managed to get out between her sobs. she knelt back down before taking your necklace off and putting it on herself, a way for her to always keep your memory alive within her. “i love you, i will never love anyone as much as i love you,” she started “im so sorry i let this happen to you” her sobs quickly overwhelmed her. she held you for as long as she was able.

within a matter of seconds, you were taken from her. everything she had planned was wiped away from her. she didnt know if she could recover. she didn't know how she could recover.

[svtminji]

❪ 🫂 ❫ MINJI’S RELATIONSHIP with 97 LINE ->

minji + seokmin + mingyu + minghao

❪ 💛 ❫ seokmin ❪ dokyeom ❫ & minji -> dokmi

❪ popularity rating: 90% + type of relationship: WHERE HAVE U BEEEEN ALL MY LIFEEE ❫

THE cutest pair may i add. sunshine + sunshine protector vibes. minji just adores this man. he will be just doing anything and she just stares at him lovingly. both of them are super passionate about their hobbies and interests which leads them to understand their way of thinking.

#scaredasf pair. the gose episode when they had to escape from three horror based men? yep, they are YELLING. these two are just loud in two different fonts: dk and minji. out of all of the children minji raised, dokyeom is number three out of ten children who is really thankful for minji. mizuki would take care of the more younger members and made sure that they ate properly whenever she received her small allowance from her parents. occasionally mizuki finds herself stuck between dokyeom and wonwoo; this is the part where she realizes that she can be both of them at the same time. they share a few phobias together and they bond over the fact that they’ll die before even jumping from a high altitude.

sometimes you just need someone to hold, to talk to, to love, and to appreciate. whenever theres an occurrence where he’s not in the best mood, she always opens her arms and invites him so he can let out anything he’s feeling. she does this to every single member but everyday may not be all sunshine and rainbows to the designated sunshine boy of the group. same thing goes for minji whenever she has her days.

one small thing seokmin does subtlety is putting gg songs whenever it is possible so mizuki feels comfortable enough to be girly due to her position in a male dominated group.

occurring moments between them include: joining seungkwan to sing gg songs, never accusing eachother of being the mafia ❪ #”minji is too sweet to be the mafia!” + #”how could YOU accuse my flowerboy of being such a heinous person!” ❫, he wants to go to the park? ok! minji will tag along~~

a song that represents them: tell me - fifty fifty

❪ 🧡 ❫ mingyu + minji -> mimi

❪ popularity rating: 97% + type of relationship: side chick gyu & frat boy minji ❫

oh man.. these two have smashed before, i’m sorry i had to say it. minji found him EXTREMELY attractive in 2020 after her break-up and she told him no-no words when she was drunk. smash number? i think they lost count tbh! before she announced she was dating jeonghan, many carats thought mingyu and minji were dating due to her ideal type being buff men ❪ she was 20 when she said her ideal type❫.

when these two first met, it was awkward but they later became close. mingyu’s parents took her in as their second daughter and still think of mizuki as their foreign daughter. many fans point out the obvious height difference whenever she stands next to him. it’s honestly cute, but this difference led to nights that must be never named ❪ nda <3 ❫. adultery aside, mizuki protects this man like he is her own flesh and blood because she’s going to take the fault for him, aka she’s tired of seeing him bullied. whenever it occurs, he pouts and she’s on her way to comfort him fr. clingy ass man and somehow jeonghan doesn’t bat an eye ❪ he’s lowkey jealous but he can’t do anything to his member but jeonghan knows minji goes home with him ❫. when minji was single/available, he would cling to her side when he had the chance.

since they used to be roommates ❪ w/ wonwoo ❫, many of the times she would go into his room and chill with him instead. thus her room would only become her work & gaming space and his room would be sleeping courters. did she once get sandwiched between the both of the roommates..? yes…

both of them cook for the group and when they combine their food palettes, it somehow becomes a massive feast that can last for two days. the earliest memory of mingyu she has is when she would wake up early and prepare his schoolwork and school food for him and the rest of the youngers to take.

occuring moments between them include: extreme use of the word “noona” from him, working out together!! gym bro mentality, clingy mingyu and sane mizuki, piggy back rides idc! it’s cute for them, big gyu and small mizu, brand ambassador TWINS, rich man + rich woman = 🫄, mizuki spoils mingyu the most ❪ he’s her fav but she would never admit it ❫.

a song that represents them: pyramids - frank ocean

❪ 💛 ❫ minghao ❪ myungho / the8 ❫ + minji -> myungmi

❪ popularity rating: 87% + type of relationship: b-boy & ballerina pair ❫

combining both their sense of dance and style = seventeen. i strongly believe these two are what seventeen’s dance style can be. both of their careers started with them beginning dance at such a young age, only for them to find each other at an agency for producing kpop idols. minji holds minghao extremely close to her heart and she always makes sure he puts in some dialogue into the conversation.

she understood minghao from an early start from when she first met him; both of them were foreigners with absolute no sense of fluent korean and mostly communicated with their hands + a bit of english. as they are part of the performance unit, they try to bring their ideas to the choreography room and demonstrate it to their abilities. mizuki has definitely learned a bit of b-boying from him and uses it when she gets reminded.

minghao, a younger member, was still is pampered by minji and would refer to him as her second cariño, the first one being chan. although he does not receive the same treatment like mingyu does, he appreciates everything minji has done for him. he likes to see her as an older sister and she has lived up to the name for the past ten years. since they are both artists and express themselves using art, mizuki keeps a room dedicated to art in her house and she gave minghao a key that he can access to.

occuring moments between them include: painting huge projects, combining their talents together, their calm auras spreading to the rest of the members, when minghao jukes mizuki.. she is left shocked and doesn’t speak to him for the rest of the day, “cariño!” “yeah, what do you need?”, real frog lover mizu + cartoon frog lover minghao.

a song that represents them: cariño - the marias

[perlapulido]

Their Sweet Poison

Summary: "I know whoever is reading this is asking about me in this story but let me tell you who i am. My names Erica LaRosa. Im a complex girl with unique skills which you gonna find out here along how i ended up in Hell reuniting with an old friend of mine. Then theres a guy named Valentino who will not " Bang! "Babycakes! Your Big Daddy's here! Where are you?" said Valentino in the other room. "Fuck me! Gotta go." said Erica escaping to the window. She looked at the reader pointing her claw finger at them with her on the window sill. "You fucks didnt see me." she says before jumping out as the door opened.

Ch5

? POV

Pain. Was all i remembered before i found myself in a new place that only can be seen as a nightmare when i see demons that i never seen or heard before. Not to mention the fucking pentagram in the red sky and a sun that glows white or whatever. I wasn't paying too much attention after i almost got ran fucking over in the middle of the street that i woke up in. Looking around for anyone that looked who can help me until my eyes landed on my reflection catching me completely off guard. My iris turned from light brown to red cat eyes with my sclera black even body kinda change too. my smooth light peach skin turned to a very light grey short fur with horns and had a fluffy cat tail that matched my black ombre grey hair. The only that remained the same was my figure including my huge ass that i got from my grandma which can sometimes be a pain when i comes to pervs or going through doors depending on the size. I started walking down the block seeing demons killing, selling drugs, or something that normally doesnt happen in Los Angeles until i felt a hard smack on my ass making me turn around to see a large lizard demon with a biker like outfit by the black tank top and matching baggy pants with chains making his red scars? and tattoos stand out. "What fine piece of ass doing alone?" said the lizard demon. "Not sleeping with you thats for sure after you smacked my ass." said the young woman. "Hey its not my fault that your booty is juicy looking." said the lizard demon towering over her figure. "Mind if i have a taste of that." he says. "If only you can still feel this." said the woman ramming her foot between his legs and ran off. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" the lizard demon yelled while the woman kept on running until she was far away to loose him and catch her breathe. "If Erica was here wouldve thought i was a nut." said the woman then looked at a large sign making her pale. "Oh no. This isnt a fucked up dream. im literally in hell." said the woman. "You certainly right about that one." said a voice on her left. the woman looked to see a blonde with rosy cheeks pale skin an wore a red fitted suit walking over to her with a friendly smile. "Welcome to Hell. I'm Charlie Morningstar. Princess of Hell and founder of the Hazbin Hotel where demons an sinner such as yourself can find redemption." said the blonde. "Denise. And you want to redeem demons?" said Denise looking at her. "Of course. Everyone makes mistakes but can be given second chances. Wanna see the Hotel? If youre interested." said Charlie. "If it gets me somewhere safe then okay." said Denise. "Really?! Great then come with me." said Charlie. I walked with Charlie and talked to her to keep my min off the demons an other things that were happening even her talking about Extermination Day really freaked me out. Like you dont want to die again an with the hotel like hers should could be the chance of survival. I mean its worth a shot right?

We got to the hotel which looked weird with the ship and radio station standing out from most of the hotel before going inside. I saw it was very nice even had a bar with Charlie standing with mile admiring the way i was checking the place out. "So what o you think?" said Charlie looking at me. "Charlie, where have you been?" said a new voice. A woman with long hair came over covering her eye with a large pink x wearing a bow an grey an light purplish dress seeing me  then looked at Charlie. "Who's she?" said the woman. "Vaggie meet Denise. She's new here in Hell. I found her running away from a guy and went to see if she was okay which i hope didnt creep you out." said Charlie looking at me. "No. Not at all I just dont like pervs who look at my body especially my huge ass." said Denise. "I notice but didnt want to be rude since our bodies are different. Anyway Vaggie is the manager an have three other staff members who should be around here." said Charlie. "Aare you going to checking?" said Vaggie. "It seems okay but I doubt i can be redeemed for the shit me and my sister did together." said Denise. "Then let me go get the book to check you in an get you a key to your room." said Vaggie going to the front desk. "Oh heres one of our employees. Husk is our bartender." said Charlie seeing the cat demon with wings. Husk looked at Denise as he kept on walking to his bar to clean the glass an looked at Vaggie who held up a clipboard and a key. "Just write your name an we can take you to your room." said Vaggie. "So is there anyone else besides me?" sai Denise writing own her information. "Theres Erica an Angel Dust. Theyre both very nice once you get to know them but just a heads up on those two." said Charlie. "Angel is a pornstar who will literally flirt with anyone an can be a pain in the ass." said Vaggie looking at the paper that Denise finished filling out. "Like Husk cant drooling over how huge my ass is. Which is real by the way." said Denise. "Erica is okay but has attitude issues that you need to get used to." said Charlie hearing two voices coming in. "MOVE BITCH!" said a voice behind Denise.

Denise turned around seeing a spider demon almost fall to the floor with a demon who looked familiar to her running at her. "Are we missing something?" said Vaggie seeing the demon hug Denise. "Erica? Do you know who she is?" said Charlie once Erica pulled away. "Sorry. Everyone. This is my sister Denise. What got you down here?" said Erica. "Wait a minute? When you said your sister had a huge ass. You werent fucking around." said the spider demon walking over checking Denise out. "Yeah and she's off limits." said Erica. "Denise. This is Angel Dust. The slut." said Erica. "Hey. Question. Did you seriously get blown to pieces by Artie?" said Denise looking at her. "Yeah and he's here down here too." said Erica. "Well since you are sisters. I can let you two be and catch up." said Charlie walking away with Vaggie. "So what got you own here?" said Erica looking at Denise. All i di was get into a fist fight with some girl accusing me of seducing her man that was fixing my garbage disposal to my apartment. I just giving her all i got even sitting on op of her then felt a sharp in my throat and ended up here." said Denise. "Why dont we finish our chat in my room? i think Husk is getting hard from looking at you." said Angel whispering the last to the girls. The three went in the elevator to the floor Angel is in an walked to his room. "Make yourself comfy." said Angel laying on his bed with his pig Fat Nuggets. "Nice room. So is there anything i should know about hell besides Extermination Day?" said Denise sitting on the edge of the bed. "Yeah. Dont fuck with Alastor the Radio Demon or make a deal with him. He's the designer of the hotel and can get along everyone is he wants to. Also stay away from Valentino who is Anthony's boss." said Erica sitting on the chair of the vanity. "Your real name is Anthony?" said Denise. "Only if we are alone. Besides Valentino can get violent if he doesn't what or Who he wants?" said Angel looking at Erica. "Which is another reason i fucking hate him." said Erica rolling her eyes. "Noted. How is Hell so far?" said Denise. "Meh. Not that much different back home but i can get you a job with me at Ozzie's." said Erica. "She's a very likable waitress for her bitchy attitude and cleans around closing time at night." said Angel. "Not bad of payment and you never believe the shit i find and get to keep." said Erica looking at Denise. She and Angel told her more bout hell an each rings along with some help tips to survive at any situations.

[marquezism]

hello re this. wouldnt it be hilarious if this happens in a. they have never fucked before (unlikely but for the BIT) universe?

vale dying behind marc trying not to grind against him because. they dont. do that. have never even. talked about it (wrong. alluded to it in 20 million driving and overtaking and bike riding references but. well)

marc 'will you take me for a spin later' and vale thinking VERY LOUDLY 'on my COCK??'

about this post

hah! see im a bigger fan of "they never fucked but thought about it sixty nine million ways" than people are aware of.

in my head this scene is actually kind of set in like. something of a getaway setting. not a robbery exactly but certainly nothing legal. maybe they are part of the same team for some heist-y business and they had to spy on someone and then get away quick and this seemed the easiest solution. and they've known each other for a while - the way you know people in their line of work. always been a spark when they met, some baseline attraction that resulted in smartass quips and flirty little winks and nothing else.

and then they are recruited for the same heist crew and oh, oh no. specific and emblematic image, everyone is in the main room sitting around plotting, marc went off to get some thing - a file, something from his bag, anything - in the next room and vale suddenly remembers he too has to get something from his bag. in that room. there's loads of space but they somehow still end up in with marc leaned back against a table edge, vale towering above him, one leg between marc's, marc head thrown back staring up at him and them just having stupid senseless flirty talk of the "oh, yeah?" "yeah." type, faces too close, almost kissing, until someone yells "you guys having sex in there or can you join us?" and they return, vale without a single thing in his hands. you'd think they would be embarrassed but nada.

anyway, fast forward them on some mini spy trip that simply requires them on a bike all done up in black leathers with black helmets. marc's arch makes vale's head spin. when they arrive at their safe location, they get off immediately, remove their helmets, and while marc is pulling the key, vale is still contemplating but when marc turns around like "will you take me for a spin, later?" he decides "fuck it" bc his neurons are about to be fried and backs marc into the side of the bike, hands on his leather-clad hips. its slick, beneath his fingers. smooth. the good italian calfskin shit. he's not sure if he said "on my COCK???" out loud or not and decides it doesnt much matter anyway, not like marcs not aware.

but marc leans out of the reach of his face, says "i thought you'd take me to dinner first", with a grin, and vale says "name the place," and then, "i saw a hotdog cart down the street from here." which makes marc laugh SO hard. hands landing around vale's neck as if on accident. fingers carding through the curls in the back of his head. "okay," he says, then. they REALLY shouldnt leave the safe location, certainly not without telling anyone they are all right. but vale's eyes blitz when marc dangles the keys in front of him. "you drive."

and then they have hot dogs for dinner half dying with laughter over sausage joke after sausage joke and of course by the time they get back, something happened (the hot dogs are not at fault, i promise) and they have no TIME for SEX or even a quick little hand job to take the edge off and this time vale rides in front in earnest bc they have no time to switch while marc, who knows the area better, taps his thighs to tell him where to turn, theres an insane chase sequence bla bla maybe theres a mini shootout even where marc pulls the gun from vales thigh holster and turns in his seat to shoot people dead (successfully) point is, sky-high on adrenaline marc directs them to one of his own secure apartments bc they obviously have to scatter and lay low and him and vale are stuck together now! god damn! worst case scenario!

when they stop in the basement garage of some unremarkable, rundown building, they both breathe for a long time once they get their helmets off and then vale says "since when are you such a good shot?" and marc says "i took lessons." and vale says "with someone but me?" and marc goes "your rates are abhorrent." and then he rests his head against vale's back and laughs and vale laughs until they calm down and vale says "ill give you a discount." which makes them both laugh again like are they stupid? god. vale looks around, so used to marcs warmth in his back now, a good warmth, comfortable. says "where exactly are we?" and marc says "just some place." and climbs off.

they have to climb five flights of stairs and open seven locks (WHERE did marc keep all these KEYS) before vale can finally whisper "open sesame," and marc gives him a nasty look and leads him inside. its fucking SPARTAN in there. minimal furniture, only one chair, barely enough dishes for two but marc waves off and says, "i know a guy." then orders takeout without asking vale what he wants. rude. vale forgets to say so out loud because by the time marc hangs up, vale's pulled his jacket off and is bleeding on marc's scrubbed floors. bit more than a graze, that. weird, that he didnt notice before. hurts like a bitch, now.

"hurts like a bitch," vale says and marc curses under his breath, asks "what were you waiting for, to bleed out?" even though its really not all that dramatic. but far be it from vale to not use his chances when he gets them. bemoaning follows, dramatically. marc sitting him down in the one chair available, telling him to "stay put. dont touch anything." so vale uses his good arm to sweep his hand across the empty table surface, bapping it everywhere, saying "nothing TO touch in here". marc rolls his eyes, and returns no three minutes later with a first aid kit the size of a suitcase. cuts vales shirt apart. studies the wound under a lamp, while vale asks "you get injured a lot?" and marc answers "more than you think." then pulls out the standard shit. hydrogen peroxide. iodine. "will you have to stitch me up, nurse?" vale asks, with a grin now, and marc says "yes." all serious just to see vale's face go pale which he cackles at like a cunt. "scared of needles, are you, doc?" and vale says "scared of pain, more like." which is a bit too personal but man, marc makes him say all kinds of shit he never meant to.

while marc cleans his wound and bandages him up, vale watches him, his face smooth now that he knows its not serious (thank god!). eventually theres a knock at the door, three short one long, and marc calmly finishes his work, opens the door to slide the plastic bag with their food resting on the welcome mat inside, then washes his hands. they eat like they havent had a bite in days, marc administering vale some pain killers after, and while hes collecting the trash he says, not looking at vale and very calmly, "i have no couch in here, only the one bed. you prefer the floor or sharing?" and vale says "i think id prefer sharing to heaven, you know" and marc grins, then, rounds the table, and for the first time eveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer kisses vale. on the mouth. with a hand on his jaw and vales good hand sneaking onto his hip and its so. rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. foreheads leaned together kinda kisses. "you taste like egg friend rice," kinda kisses. "i fucking hate you," kinda kisses.

"lets go," kinda kisses and vale following marc into a second room that holds a single bed. and one table in the corner. a bathroom off to the side. marc must have turned the heating on bc its warm in there, cozy. "you cant shower with that arm," marc says and vale adds "cant undress either, eh?" raising a brow and marc shakes his head with silent laughter and moves as if to unzip vales pants but instead reaches beyond him and shoves a fresh toothbrush into his hand. "be right back." and vales alone, suddenly. thinks "just my luck" staring down his arm. it doesnt hurt so bad anymore, anyway. it certainly doesnt hurt enough to not try to get marc to have sex with him, even if he cant perform at a hundred percent. when marc returns, he still hasnt started brushing shit. marc rolls his eyes again, and starts undressing right then and there.

he pulled his jacket off earlier, goes for the t-shirt now that he wore beneath. vale says "wha-" and marc answers "just cause you can shower, doesnt mean i cant" and then he asks, quietly, "dyou want to help?" and steps closer with his fucking abs all in vales face and ah, well. yeah. sure. jesus christ. all blood vale had left anywhere else just rushes to his dick in one go. he's so fucking dizzy. marc turns around, then, so vale can use his good arm to slowly zip down the side zipper of his leather pants and before marc can pull them down, vale sinks his hand down the gap, the side of his thigh, and kisses the side of marcs neck, smelling him, on instinct. for a while, just that. they both make no sounds, just. laboured breathing. as vale presses closer, and finally. god. a slow, dirty grind against marc's ass. leather on leather. marc making this soft, soft noise when vale bites his into shoulder, sliding his hand round to marcs abdomen, pressing him back against vale. his bad arm still gripping marcs waist. marcs hands gripping the sink. his natural arch coming out as he grinds back to meet vale. hell, vale almost. stopping. at some point, just watching, mesmerised, with his hands loosely on marcs waist as marc moves for him, slowly, awful, so awful. dragging his ass against vale bottom to the top, until vale leans forward to catch him all back to chest and whispers "if you keep going like that ill ruin these pants." and marc laughs, breathless, turns around in his arms. says "bit easy, arent you?" but he is fucking. so hard. its so obvious. they kiss again, all tongue. its very bad. im not sure marc ever does get into that shower, or if either manages to get their teeth brushed that night. doesnt feel like it, im ngl

etc etc etc why do these things always get so fucking long!!!!!!!!!!! ill stop now but man, marc rides him better than any bike. good for vale. lets hope no one dies by the end of this heist.

[chai-dye]

ive been focus on the gay loosers for too long. PANNA time :3 theyre a fucking fun one :3

To the Panner! They're an old powerful immortal like I said before, and very silly :3 they have caused plenty of troubles before and have 0 morals basically. Everything they do is to entertain them, so in the past people have figured a way to basically seal them away. Panna was like kay. And proceed to have a fat fucking nap through the decades unless someone break their seal, and after a while they figure to break it themselves, but still decide to play along lol.

So when panna first met Chris and Eric, they truly has been a well-known established scientist for a while and truly have been sent by the international peace coorporations. They had fun with Chris and Eric, got weary by the confrontation and yelled at both during the confrontation also, and storm off.

Then gun guy comes and immediately snatch them up and try to make them a damsel in distress to lure in chris and eric, but Panna casually broke their chains, walked around the room and criticize Gunguys choice in evil machinery and science stuffs ("seriously dude?! Get on with the science times… the they don't make good villians these day anymore do they?..) Gunguy was pissed af at first but then was like “huh wait, you don't care about Chris or Eric anymore? Can you join my evil conpany?" and Panna nodded 'Not like I have anything else better to do!"

And that's how gunguy poach Panna basically lol. At first, Panna put up the facade they were brainwashed by gunguy, but then they reveal their true intentions: they were simply acting for themselves all along, everything is to entertain their whimsical ways ^_^ "I'm just a guy who wants to have fun, You know that from the start, it's not my fault you assume I have morals is it!”

And so officially they "join" gunguy's side. Gunguy doesn't like them also lol, he thinks they're annoying af and untrustworthy, but Panna is extremely competent and. he figured he could just play along with them for a bit to exchange a massive benefit: scientific knowledge, forbidden old knowledge, not having to mess around in the lab anymore, details to used against Chris and Eric.

And near the end of Gunguy's arc, to really emphasize his point toward Chris and Eric, when Panna protested killing the duo "what's the fun any more if you kill them so soon?!”

Gunguy shot them dead

in the final beatdown, gunguy when hes almost dead cackled and shouted that they were going to all die anyways, because now he has all the requirements to summon one of the most powerful forces even if he died. and The Force will beat both Chris and Eric's asses. He succeeded in doing the summoning… but nothing step out except for Panna who, because of the summoning, was teleported teleported to the dead guy - a sacrifice, and crawling out covered in blood. “Y-YOU WERE THE RUMORED CHAOS DESTRUCTION?” “Mhmm! You never ask me who they are my dear so…. I dont see a point in telling you! Oh well, considering our contract is no valid after my death… say byebye! You should have never deny my cock and ball torture ballpit”

Panna proceed to one hit killed Macabre right there and assume the role of the new leader of the evil company immediately lol.

Start of villain Panna act ♡

With the knowledge of Panna's source and summoning, Chris and Eric now know Panna could be sealed back again.

But that begs the question. Who summoned Panna before? Aye, surely nothing to do with a tall menacing man with a blood stained scarf, mysteriously stabbed and killed at his own table with no evidence, who totally isnt the father of eric? Surely not! Snile ^^

thats panna for today, stay tuned for “eric getting his arm chopped off and gettibg divorce with chris” or a silly girl that will appear later on in panna villain arc that i havent talk about yet, or theres an alrternative universe (alternative? Maybe idk lol its really funny if it was canon) out there where in the final battle with angel disease-stricken chris, eric did something you will never fucking imagine /silly

OOOO Panna. The silly. Sometimes you just gotta do warcrimes for the fun of it. Ivan the Narrative Haunter

[forestryfae]

and he fucking brings up grandma and telling me i should call her and like. yeah okay i know her health is bad but like what the fuck am i supposed to do about that. i cant talk to mom, shes fucking cruel and heartless and i cant fucking talk to her about anything, the way she talks about the whole thing is just fucking ruthlessly shitty and its like its designed to hurt. i cant talk to dad either cus he just doesnt care. he doesnt wanna fucking talk about it, hell just dump it all on someone else like he did when i was getting bullied in highschool and he got a friend of his to talk to me instead of like. talking to me himself or fucking fixing shit istead of pushing that responsibility on everyone around him so he doesnt have to deal with it. anything to avoid having to be a parent or having to talk about stuff. and my stepmom is almost a bad as my mom ngl she fucking makes theories about whats wrong with grandma and talks about it like its gossip or some shit, will not shut the fuck up and rags it on longer than it needs to be, and its so fucking infuriating.

like. its not like anyones asked me how im doing about the whole situation or asks me how im feeling. no fucking "are you okay" or "what are you thinking" or "how does it make you feel" in any genuine actually worthwhile way or any questions about how it might make me feel to talk about it or anything. no matter what i say theyll just try to brush it off or act like i have nothing to worry about or some shit etherway cus im not allowed to be upset or have emotions afterall, and the world doesnt revolve around me, it revolves around them and im selfish for not managing or caring about their feelings when its THEIR FUCKING JOB TO CARE ABOUT MINE. THEYRE PARENTS. THEYRE SUPPOSED TO CARE ABOUT ME, I SHOULDNT BE MANAGING THEIR EMOTIONS BY SHUTTING TEH FUCK UP ALL THE TIME AND DEALING WITH THEIR EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS AND SHIT.

as if it wasnt fucking bad enough that i was taught any emotions that dont align with what they want me to feel or that dont validate them arent allowed, im supposed to do exactly as they want and no other option is allowed. cus then im an asshole and im selfish, self centered, egoistic, spoiled, brat, "angry" "all the time", and in general "nobody cares" and "nobody feels fucking sorry for you" and thats just what im supposed to deal with all the time? i cant have emotions or be upset so i become a fucking doormat to please evryone but if i dont stand up for myself its my own fault im unhappy, but when i do stand up for myself im completely ignored and i get run over and i cant have everything exactly as i want it all the time cus the people around me have their own lives, but when i suddenly dont want visitors or i dont answer peoples calls or i dont engage or i dont visit its all "you can just call us or visit us". why the fuck would i want to spend time with a bunch of overgrown toddlers who dont want whats best for me and who actively shut me down any time i try to exist like a normal person. they literally treat me like a fucking dog. like weve HAD a dog and they just fed it and put it on a leash in the garden and that was p much it. dad actually didnt even feed it after the divorce i think? im pretty sure he forgot cus he expected US to do it? I WAS FUCKING EIGHT OR SOME SHIT. why would an eight year old with neglectful shitty parents know that theyre supposed to feed the dog. id get yelled at for literally anything i did if my mom or dad didnt like it to the point where i dont even know as an adult whether im allowed or not allowed to do things specifically because What If Someone Gets Mad At Me For Doing This Even Though They Shouldn't Get Mad For This But What If.

like even at inpatient, theres food in the kitchen. theres food and theres bread and sandwich stuff and theres even leftovers in the other fridge sometimes and if the kitchen isnt gonna be used anytime soon i can even cook myself something, like if i buy a pizza or i have a bag of macaroni. ive even been offered the option to make salads for lunch and i feel like THE MOST selfish bitch for having the audacity to need food or have certain issues with food that make me need to eat differently than most other people. i feel fucking bad just for asking for bread i can eat without gagging. i feel like im being judged HARSHLY when i eat fucking nutella. i almost have to hide candy or anything sweet like chocolate cus im afraid ill have to have the "you eat too much sugar" talk again as if its THAT easy just walking into the kitchen and eating.

so yeah anyways, my parens fucking suck and i want to yell at them every time i talk to them but i have the patience of a fucking saint cus thats the nly thing im allowed to have without any repercussions so i just have to shut up and wait to get home so i can finally go back to being a semi-normal person.

[dhmis-autism]

fav thing about that fight is that duck and yellow are very focused on each other during it (throwing blows, almost all ducks lines are just insulting him,ect)

red is just in the bg of that having a COMPLETELY different convo with. himself. its so fucking funnnyyy

[centralperkspoison]

right behind you. | e. munson.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her pronouns used!)

Warnings: Fluff, kissing, strong language, slight angst? eddie says something thats traumatic for him so idk if you'd count that as angst.

Other: hopefully theres no messups! i originally made (Y/N)'s name "Ayda" but i tried to change all of the Ayda's to (Y/N)

also.... SAY HELLO TO MY FIRST ACTUAL POST!

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary : You, Eddie, Robin, Steve, and Nancy are all on a boat above Watergate. Having only known Eddie for about a week (or eight years if you count seeing each other in the hallways and going to the same middle school), you were too scared to confess your crush on him, even though whenever Dustin poked fun he never denied any feelings. You try to chase after your friends into Watergate, but Eddie stalls you.

“No,” (Y/N) sighed, pointing her attention to Steve, who had a brilliant idea to swim into the bottom of Lover’s Lake and check out Watergate. “It’s a stupid idea.” She finishes. Steve rolls his eyes, “(Y/N), you’re being overdramatic,” He sighs, “No I’m not!” She says, looking over at Nancy, “What do you think Nancy?” (Y/N) pouts. “I think it’s stupid, but he’s the only one willing to do it.” Nancy shrugs. “No. No. No, I’ll do it.” (Y/N) suggests, taking off her jacket and shoes. Eddie turns his attention over, as he attempts to light a cigarette with a worried expression hidden in his features.

No way. No way in hell is (Y/N) actually going to go into the lake where a guy just died.

“No offense (Y/N), but you wouldn’t last a second down there,” Robin says. “Excuse me? Who fished your ring out of the pool when we went swimming? With no goggles might I add!” (Y/N) objects, taking off her shirt to reveal her sports bra. “Okay, one, that’s just gross, two…” Robin pauses, eyes erotically glazing over (Y/N)’s body, “Uhm,” She continues, closing her eyes, “And two, you came up in a coughing fit after thirty seconds.” Robin finishes, finally opening her eyes again. Steve smiles and raises his eyebrows at Robin, but Eddie walks over to (Y/N). He picks up her shirt, turns it right side in, and throws it over her head. “I think it’s a stupid idea, and I think stupid ideas are for Steve, and Steve only,” Eddie says, securing (Y/N)’s shirt on her arms, corners of his mouth twitching up into a smirk once he sees the blush that crept its way onto (Y/N)'s cheeks.

Please don't go into that lake, (Y/N).

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting with me, Munson." (Y/N) teases. Eddie's smirk immediately falters as he backs up.

After thirty seconds filled with silence and the sound of (Y/N)'s clothes hitting the bottom of the boat, Eddie decides to speak up.

"I'll do it." He says from his seated position on the edge of the boat. Everyone turns to face Eddie with a bewildered expression prominent in their features. "Hell no!" (Y/N) says standing up, "I'm doing this." She says, putting her foot on the side of the boat, and getting ready to dive off. Eddie glances over to Steve, who is almost done taking off the clothes that he doesn't want to get wet. (Y/N) goes to push off from the boat, but Eddie grabs a hold of her legs, and pulls her down, into his chest, and repositions his hands around her torso. Once realizing the position Eddie has her in, her eyes widen and she gulps. She takes in his woody aroma, it awakening each and every one of her senses. She stays calm for a few more seconds until she realizes that Steve is about to dive off the boat. "Seriously?" (Y/N) yells, pushing her way out of Eddie's grip. "Whenever he gets killed it's all of your guys' fault." (Y/N) says angrily.

(Y/N) walks over to the group of nerve racked girls. She can't help but feel bad for Nancy's torn apart nail beds.

"Where are we at Wheeler?" Robin asks, "Closing in on a minute," Nancy responds calmly. (Y/N) sighs, and lowers herself to the ground, and sits on her knees, peering over the side of the boat in a child-like manner when Steve abruptly comes up from under the water, causing everyone to scream.

"I found it!" He exclaims over the chorus of terror. "You found it?" Nancy asks, "I found it, yeah, I found it." Steve repeats. Robin pulls out the large walkie-talkie, and pulls up the silver rod. "Dustin you are goddamn Einstein. Steve found the gate." Robin finishes.

"It was wild. More of a snack sized gate than a mama gate, but still. Pretty damn big." He explains. (Y/N), who is still holding a grudge over Steve from moments prior can't help but smile at how excited he is.

As Steve gets ready to pull himself over the boat, something tugs on his legs, causing him to rock the whole boat. He freezes up, and then it tugs again, dragging him down, causing everyone to yell.

"Steve!" Nancy, Robin, and (Y/N) all call out. "No, no, no, no. What the hell was that man?" Eddie panics. "Nancy really, what happened?" Robin asks, "JESUS." Eddie screams. Nancy wastes no time in standing up on the side of the boat and getting ready to jump. Eddie realizes, and speaks up. "Wait, wait, wait," he exclaims, "You're not going in there, are you?" He asks Nancy who takes a quick glance at the water before responding. "Just..." She says before taking a deep breath, "Wait here."

"No, Nancy!" Robin and Eddie yell. "Nancy! Damn you!" (Y/N) says. "What do we do?" She asks Robin while Eddie proceeds to have another mental breakdown. They talk over his faint, "Goddamn it!" 's and "Shit!" 's. "The only thing we can do," Robin says, sitting on the side of the boat and slightly leaning off of it.

"No. No. No! She said wait!" Eddie says. "Robin I swear to fucking god, don't you dare!" (Y/N) yells sternly. "Yeah I heard her," Robin says, responding to Eddie. Eddie scrunches up his face and points down, "...She's in charge!" He responds. "Are you kidding me?" Robin deadpans, "I made that shit up." She finishes before going overboard.

Eddie proceeds to have his six-millionth breakdown of the night, screaming, "Goddamn it! Son of a bitch!" repeatedly. "Eddie, calm down," (Y/N) yells, walking to the side of the boat. "No. NO." Eddie yells, realizing what (Y/N) is doing. She launches herself off the side of the boat, getting ready to swim under, but Eddie follows her close behind and grabs her by her shoulders.

"(Y/N) no. You can't do this. Look at me!" He says, turning her around to face him. "Eddie, our friends are down there probably dying! We can't sit around and wait for their missing report to come out." (Y/N) says, attempting to swim away, but Eddie holds onto her. "(Y/N), I was responsible for what happened to Chrissy. I should've stayed in the room and kept an eye on her, but instead I was in the other room," He says, taking a break to breathe. He stares straight into (Y/N)'s eyes, sparkling under the full moon. "The point is, I could've done something, but I didn't-" Eddie says but gets cut off by (Y/N), "No, Eddie. It wasn't your fault, you couldn't have done anything about Chrissy," "Thank you, but that's not important right now. What's important is that I have the chance to save someone, much less the girl that I've had a crush on since her stupid little cheerleading act with her cousin in middle school, and I'm going to either take it, or go down there with you. So what's it going to be?" He asks.

Wait. Did I hear that right?

Even though he just agreed to practically a quintuple suicide, all (Y/N) can focus on the fact that Eddie just admitted to having a crush on her for the past eight years. The guy she constantly found herself staring at during lunch, because he's not only the only person in that large room that actually has a personality, but the prettiest piece of art she's ever seen. The way his dark eyes trace over her entire figure when he sees her is so enchanting, his woody aroma filling each one of her senses, attracting her like a magnet.

She swims closer to him and puts her arms around his neck. "You just agreed to a quintuple suicide and all I can think about is how you like me." She admits as he wraps his hands around her waist to keep her from moving away with the current. "Hey, Eddie?" She asks, looking up at his water covered face, "Hi, (Y/N)," He says in response. "Can I try something?" She asks, looking between his eyes and his lips. "No," He responds, "Can I?" He asks. (Y/N) lets out a hum in response, signaling he can.

He removes one of his hands from (Y/N)'s waist, and cups her cheek, pulling her head forward to meet his soft lips. The kiss grows deeper as they both appear hungry for one another. Between breaths (Y/N) trys to get Eddie's attention.

"Eddie," She says before their lips meet again, "Eddie." She repeats, "Eddie." She says, finally pulling away. "This better be important (Y/N), that was the best kiss I've ever had," Eddie says jokingly. "Our friends are down there, possibly dying, and we're up here making out." She says, removing her arms from his neck. "Bad on us." He pouts, causing (Y/N) to laugh. "C'mon," She says, taking a deep breath before going underwater. "I'm right behind you." He says.

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(A/N): lowkey embarrassed. this isn't my best work. i made it way too fast, idk. anyway, first actual published story whoop whoop! enjoy!

also, can you guys leave requests? for any fandom. ANY.

[starbiology]

Would you ever consider doing a meta on lqq? Especially what you mean by his morals?

Sure!!

Im not the best with character analysis so please understand this is just me having fun talking about Lang Qianqiu bcz I love him and I love TGCF

!SPOILERS!

i think where most of the early mismatch between the portrayal of Lang Qianqiu's personality and his actions is due to the story being told from Xie Lian’s perspective. Xie Lian is a VERY unreliable narrator which is important to keep in mind when really looking at any characters in the book. Makes it extra fun!

A lot of readers either miss, or just nearly miss the fact that Lang Qianqiu buried Xie Lian alive, stabbing his chest through with a dowel to make sure he couldn’t escape the coffin. It’s purposeful that its a very easy detail to miss. Throughout the novel Xie Lian refuses to acknowledge his past if he believes he was at fault  and deserved whatever mistreatment. 

In this case it leads to an introduction of Lang Qianqiu as this naïve and rash character who is friendly and a little dumb, the reader at this point does not know that this guy literally buried the main character alive so he seems very sincere. He continues in the Ghost City chapters to be played up as this kind of character. He even cant stand the thought of not upholding justice to the point where he blows their cover condemning the ghost city residents in a rant...

“This hellish place reeks of smoke and corruption, and it’s filled to the brim with demonic chaos. What scum is gathered here, committing what kinds of deeds? Running a place like this, none of you have a single trace of humanity!” (lol)

But then he quickly doubles back shortly after that if Hua Cheng is Xie Lian’s friend then XL can’t ever lie to HC “one should never deceive a friend”. It’s a pretty freaking hilarious switch in mood that gives you whiplash. The only reason he changed his tune on HC is bcz the other god he “just met” is supposedly friends with him. That’s really it, it’s not like anyone said “oh no HC doesnt ACTUALLY accept cruel bets”, because well he does and so LQQ just simply accepts it because he decides friendship is more important than his godly stuff. Its weird but you assume that hes just kind of silly.

So alright, he values Justice and Righteousness but over that, friendship and loyalty. Even more than his roles of a god.

He finds out that XL was his past teacher who he believes killed his family and has this huge confrontation then chases XL down and then has a bigger confrontation where hes crying and yelling all proudly at XL that he’ll never become like XL. 

Then we get into what Ill call “Post- I found out the friend I thought I had as a mortal 300 some years ago deceived me” aka “LQQ goes back on everything he just passionately cried about”

This is my fav LQQ, and takes up basically the rest of the book until the very end. 

He starts it by cleaving Qi Rong in half then boiling him alive snapping at XL that he should be allowed to make him suffer when XL yells out to him. Its shockingly gruesome, but i wouldnt say “hes not acting like himself”. I dont think thats really fair due to the fact that he challenged XL to a duel to the death despite already having buried him alive. He already has done acts of cruelty purely for the sake of revenge, its not justice. He’s very much acting like himself, just even more aggressive.

He continues throughout the book in the bg trying to find QR’s ashes to truly kill him. Theres a point where everyone is looking for Jun Wu and I truly believed when he yelled out “found him!” he meant Guzi, who we assume was just burned to death, but no he drags Qi Rong’s body out and tries to kill him lol

Its only at the point when the rest of Qi Rong’s ghost fire disappears and LQQ isn’t even sure that hes the one that actually killed him does he realize he’s fucked up. He didnt do anything to get his family back he just killed another person, one who has a son who mourns him just the same as he with his own parents (just know im sitting there like 👌oooh chefs kiss love love love this circle narrative). 

And now hes suddenly responsible for his obsessive vengeance and the harm it caused, taking in Guzi and (working on) restoring Qi Rong’s soul. It’s only at this part that I think his character changes from what he was like at the start. That whole “out for justice” early Lang Qianqiu and “out for bloody revenge” Lang Qianqiu were one in the same, its not til he puts aside his vengeance that his character changes.

Okay tldr,

I love Lang Qianqiu very much. hes a crazy ass bitch who became even more crazy ass bitch but he gets a pass on his crazy from the gods because he seems nice and a little naive when really he decides whats Just is what hes feeling at the moment and will kill u. At the very end of the book is when his character changes and its v v good.

[absolutelyfizzing]

He can't hurt you anymore

Bucky x reader

Description - Reader is the barista that Bucky has befriended at his local coffee shop but he thinks you may be hiding something. Your boyfriend might not be as kind as he tries to come off as. One day Bucky investigates and intervenes. Takes place around TFATWS but the shield isn't a factor. After the events of Endgame. Its pretty platonic Buck x Reader but it's sort of implied that future romance is probably a thing.

Warnings - TW DOMESTIC ABUSE!!! This is a big part of the story, if this is triggering for you, DO NOT READ THIS!! If you are in a situation where you need help getting out of an abusing household please get help. also endgame spoilers! Theres some cussing as well and female pronouns are used.

Word count - 4700 ish?

A/N - I am writing this from how an abusive relationship was for ME, how I acted, and the ways that I felt. This is in no way a generalization of how these situations are for most people nor is it a romanticization of abuse. Please reach out to someone or even me if you need help or you want to talk about anything. Do not read this story if you will be harmed by reading this, PLEASE.

MASTERLIST

Bucky's favorite part of his day was when he went to get coffee from the small shop down the street from his apartment. He didn't have many places he liked to go outside of the small room that he often felt trapped him but he knew that it was good for him to get out and interact with people. His therapist had told him as much.

He really didn't even like the coffee that much, he found that it made him jittery, but he went just to say hi to you. He always got the same order and usually got there around the same time so sometimes you would even have his coffee ready just as he was walking in. When you did things like that it made his heart flutter. He liked you in a romantic way but you only ever lightly flirted. Not wanting to scare you away, he never pressed and he kept his conversation moderately friendly. He had noticed that sometimes you seemed off. More so than he would say might be caused by a bad day.

On these days your eyes would be flying around the room and your hands shaky. You normally had bags under your eyes and you might even have bruises around your body. He also noticed that on those days you would cover up more but he could catch a glimpse of a purple bruise on your arm under your sleeve when you moved.

As he walked into the shop, he saw that today would be one of those days. He had been going to the coffee shop that you were at for probably 6 months and he had never seen you this shaken up. You seemed to be fully zoned out as you automatically did the cleaning in front of you. He had to clear his throat a bit to get you to notice him and when he did he regretted it. You flinched and your shoulders tensed before looking over to him. You relaxed a bit and a wide smile appeared on your face. He could vaguely tell it seemed to be fake but it was one of the best fake smiles he had ever seen. He almost commented on it before he noticed the bruises on your neck and arm.

"You okay?" He questioned, eyebrow quirked and his tone lightly teasing. He guessed they might be from whoever you were sleeping with having been a bit rough, something that he wouldn't have judged you for anyway. When you tensed up a bit and drew your hand to your neck he saw the look of slight fear cross your eyes.

"Oh I'm fine!" You recovered, "Didn't have time to cover them up this morning." You smiled and put your arm back down. It looked like you were going with his guess that they were from your boyfriend but in a non threatening way. His smile lessened a bit and he got out his wallet.

"Well, you know the drill. Medium americano with cream and sugar please." He sighed and he put some money in your tip jar while winking at you. You blushed and nodded before turning around to get started on his order.

While you were turned around he heard the bell on the door ring signaling that someone had entered. He turned to see who it was only to be met with an unfamiliar face. This was a bit of a rare occurrence considering he came here so often and he knew almost all of the other people who walked in. This man was large and domineering. He didn't look abnormal in any way, just that his eyes didn't hold the kindness that Bucky searched for when meeting someone new. The man pushed past Bucky to stand at the counter and knocked on it loudly, trying to get your attention. When you turned, you looked like you saw a ghost.

James studied you carefully as the color slowly came back to your face and the large smile that didn't quite seem right was plastered on your face again.

"Hey, babe! Can I get you something?" you asked him kindly and James realized that this must be your boyfriend. He noticed the slight waver that was in your voice as you spoke to to man and the way that your hands began to shake a bit.

"No thanks, I just wanted to check on you to see how you were doing and to apologize again. I was just heading in to work." Your boyfriend smiled and you flinched for a moment before taking a deep breath, bracing yourself.

"No worries, I already told you I forgave you." You grinned, this one looking more like it reached your eyes. "Have a good day at work!" You chirped at him. His hand came to your cheek and James saw you flinch before the man leaned in to kiss you. As soon as he pulled away and left, you turned back to the drink you were making for Buck and your hands were unsteady.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" He tentatively asked. He didn't want to push but he had a bad feeling stuck in his stomach.

You turned to him, ready drink in hand, "I'm doing great, thank you for asking, James" You smiled and Bucky nearly swooned when you used his name. He adjusted his glove a bit and fidgeted with the sleeve on his metal arm, a habit he had when he was anxious.

"Do you mind if I drink it up here? I'd love to chat a bit." He did this pretty often. There was a seat next to the counter for employees that he would occupy on days where the shop wasn't too busy. You gazed at him and nodded enthusiastically.

"How are you now that you're all settled into the new place?" You asked gently and he smiled. He appreciated that you remembered details about him. It made him feel less crazy for having known so much about you.

"It's good! The bed still doesn't feel right and there are still boxes lying around but I cant seem to get myself to unpack all the way. If I didn't have this part of my day then I think I'd be bored out of my mind" He said. You blushed a bit and smiled. You always liked hearing about how he was doing, you worried about him. He had told you at some point that he was a veteran and that he had some issues adapting to his new life. You didn't bring it up often so as to not scare him off but you liked to check in when you could.

"You might want to start looking for something else to occupy your time then, I don't know how much longer I'm going to be here." You mumbled. You were still smiling a bit but your gaze had saddened.

"What do you mean? Are you leaving the city? Heading back home?" he questioned quickly. You had told him that you weren't originally from New York. You chuckled a bit at his panic.

"No, but might be moving in with my boyfriend, that guy who came in earlier." You explained but he still had a confused look on his face.

"Why does that mean you wont be working here?"

"Oh I don't know, he is trying to get me to quit while I'm figuring out life and stuff. Thinks I might be more helpful around the house and he has enough to support us both." you tried to explain but you knew the logic in your statement was flawed. The reality was that your boyfriend wanted you to be financially dependent on him but you were ignoring that as the bruises around your throat reminded you what happened to girlfriends who talked back. You looked into Bucky's eyes to find him staring sadly.

"You should be able to keep working if you want to."  He sounded urgent and you laughed it off.

"You're just mad cause you won have an excuse to see your favorite barista anymore." As you turned back to the cleaning around the shop to do. It was a quiet morning so the silence was slightly deafening. You both didn't speak for a couple minutes before James broke the silence.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" he asked very lightly. Like he didn't want to scare you off. "I'm guessing your boyfriend left those marks and earlier when he came in-"

"It was an accident" You stated quickly. Urgently. Pleadingly. You still weren't looking at him but you had stopped cleaning. "He didn't mean to, he felt bad about it." You continued before turning to James. There were tears in your eyes and you tried to smile reassuringly.

"Those kinds of accidents shouldn't happen, Y/N" He muttered, trying not to make you feel attacked at all but also wanting to let you know that he knew something was wrong.

"It was my fault." You began.

"There is no way-"

"No it was. I messed something up and-and it was on me. James, you don't need to worry about me." Your voice was shaking a bit. "Please, don't worry about me." you were pleading. Your eyes were begging.

You both stood in silence for a moment before you began moving around. You didn't really have a task to be doing but you couldn't be still. You just couldn't be still.

"I am worried" he whispered and you felt the tears in your eyes threaten to fall. You knew you situation wasn't good but you didn't feel like there was anything you could do. And you were partially still convinced that your boyfriend didn't mean it, even though past experiences had already proved you wrong. You knew that after the 5th time, it wasn't accidental. But fear and guilt held you back. You were not an aggressive person. When he yelled at you he made you feel weak. You crumbled. You would never be able to escape.

You went through the rest of your shift in moderate silence. You worked when customers came in and when they left you would try to make yourself seem busy around the shop. James sat patiently, you knew he was gong to want to walk you back to your boyfriend's apartment. Your stomach clenched as you prayed that your boyfriend wouldn't be home.

After your shift you agreed to let James walk you home, you only lived a few blocks away. You didn't talk much and you felt guilty for creating that atmosphere. When you reached your building you stopped and turned to him.

"Thank you for walking me home." You smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow?" You asked and Bucky nodded.

When you turned to head into you building, he didn't leave. He waited. He knew something was wrong but he didn't want to create a mess for you if he didn't need to. He stood against the building before walking in behind someone who was entering. He made his way to the address he had caught on your key earlier and stopped about 3 floors down from yours. He wouldn't intervene unless you needed him and he could listen in from further away. One of the few times he was thankful for the super serum.

"Where have you been?" a growl sounded.

"I was just-"

"Your shift ended 30 minutes ago. Were you talking to that leather wearing asshole? Huh?" There was a yell. "Were you cheating on me, you bitch?!"

"No, babe, Bucky just walked me home, he was just being nice. The person taking over my shift was just a little-"

"He walked you home?" He screamed, "You're just whoring yourself out to anyone now, huh?"

At this point Bucky had heard enough but he noticed that the stairs were closed and the elevator was taking forever. He was hitting himself for not going up to your floor to be more prepared. His heart was pounding and he could feel his eyes watering.

"Babe, I'm sorry, he didn't mean anything by it, I promise-"

He heard a yelp and something making impact and he decided he was done waiting. He didn't know why the stairs were closed but it didn't matter. He broke the door to the stairwell open and he sprinted up them as fast as possible. It was easier to hear your whimpers as he got closer and he could still hear hitting.

When he made it to the door he didn't hesitate to break it in. When he entered the apartment he felt eyes on him. In the corner of your living room you were hunched in a corner, breathing heavily with tears streaming down your face and a fresh broken lip, your boyfriend leering over you with his fist clenched.

"Get the fuck away from her." Bucky felt himself growl. He didn't want to hurt this guy in front of you, knowing that would traumatize you more, but it was taking everything in him not to snap his neck right then.

"What the fuck are you gonna do?" Your boyfriend sneered, "You have no right to come in here and tell be how I'm supposed to deal with my girlfriend. Get the fuck out!" Your boyfriend had moved away from you and you took a bit of a breath. Bucky noticed the shaking of your body as you breathed and he saw red.

Before he really considered what he was doing Bucky was already moving toward the man in the middle of the room, his metal hand clenched. He moved to grab your boyfriend's arm and when he tried to block, going into the fight cocky, Bucky decided he would put him in his place. With what seemed to be minimal effort, Bucky turned the mans arm around and jammed his knee into his back. Once your boyfriend was on the floor, in less than 10 seconds, Bucky had his knee on his chest and his metal arm on his neck.

"You will never lay another finger on her again, you understand me? You're gonna go to fucking prison and you'll never be able to get near her again." Bucky growled at the man who was struggling futilely beneath him. He pressed on his neck harder and waited for his body to give out, holding long enough that he would be knocked out for at least a few minutes so he could get you out of there.

Bucky looked up at you and you were still shaking in the corner, seemingly still terrified. You looked so different from the girl he had come to know. Bucky realized that he might have just made you more scared of him but he knew it was worth it to get you out of the situation. You gulped and took a deep shaky breath before moving to stand up. Bucky moved to stand also to go over and help you but you immediately say back down.

"Hey, doll. I'm not gonna hurt you-" Bucky started but you cut him off.

"I know, I know I just..." You took another shallow breath and looked at the man Bucky was no longer holding down. He could get free and move toward you now if he were to wake up. Bucky understood your gaze sighed a bit, looking around the apartment he now realized probably belonged to your boyfriend. He then noticed the belt on your boyfriend and moved to take it off so he could tie him up with it. He heard you whimper and he made a guess as to why, his heart clenching once again. He quickly bound the large man's hands and attached him to a support beam in the middle of the room. He checked the bindings using larger movements than he needed to so that you would see they were tight from your spot across the room. Bucky then stood and slowly made his way near you. Instead of trying to get very close, he opted to sit against the wall about halfway between you and the man tied up in the room, trying to make sure that you didn't feel threatened by him and that you knew your boyfriend was no longer a threat.

"I'm gonna call a friend okay? You're okay now." Buck said gently to you and you nodded. Your eyes were watery as tears began to fall and you scooted a little closer to Bucky, still not sitting close enough to touch. Bucky made no move to push you.  He instead just dialed the only person he could think of.

"Hey, Sam... You in town?.. I know but I need some help. I need the police here and if you could drive too that would be great. I got someone here I don't want going in a cop car... I know that's a lot to ask but I wouldn't be asking if it weren't serious... Please?.. That would be great if she's there." It seemed that the 'please' made the person on the other line agree. Bucky hung up and looked toward you. "Someone's on the way, okay? Do you need anything right now or need any medical help thats urgent?"He tried to be gentle but he couldn't hide the fear in his voice. If there was severe damage somewhere he needed to know now.

"N-no, it wasn't that bad. It's just my face and my ribs I guess but I've healed from worse." You mumbled, trying to be reassuring but then realizing that you may have made him feel worse. "I'm sorry" You mumbled as the tears began again.

"Whoa, what on earth are you sorry for?" Bucky asked as he felt his own eyes begin to water.

"Its just that-" you took a breath for a moment and tried to calm your shaking, "this isn't your job and I'm sorry that you have to deal with it and that I couldn't do it on my own." You cried a bit, Bucky barely being able to make out your words with how quietly you were speaking. He wasn't entirely sure how to help. He experimentally slid a hand along the floor toward you going very slowly so you could move or tell him to stop if you wanted. Instead you moved your hand and reached out so your fingers were touching on the floor. You still didn't move closer to him but the nonthreatening contact made you feel a bit better. He spoke up quietly.

"Y/N, I know this has been a really hard day for you and probably been rough for however long you've been with that asshole but you need to understand that this is not your fault. You did not make him do this to you and you did not deserve it. You will never be in a room alone with him again, okay?" He made decisive eye contact with you and you nodded a bit. "I am going to make sure that nothing happens to you now, I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you again." He sounded reassuring and you scooted just close enough that his hand was holding yours. He smiled lightly at you and you jumped as you heard a knock at the doorframe of the entrance where the door had been practically broken off its hinges.

You tensed up immediately and Bucky stood a bit protectively in front of you, letting go of your hand in the process. You saw a tall kind looking man at the doorway, his frame slightly hunched to make sure that he didn't startle you too much. You looked at him a bit fearfully and took a deep breath before glancing at Bucky and then smiling lightly at the man in the doorway. He watched you carefully as he stepped into the apartment.

"Hey there, my name is Sam, I'm just gonna get him out of here. There's a police car with his name on it downstairs. I brought someone with me who's going to help get you out of here to somewhere safe, okay?" He smiled at you as he moved toward the man tied up in the center of the room. As the bindings came off you skittered back toward the corner a bit and only eased once he was dragged out of the room. From the doorway came a redhead with bags under her eyes. She looked like she hadn't gotten good sleep in a while and you felt like you recognized her from somewhere.

"I'm Pepper, is it okay if I come in?" She looked nice and she had a motherly presence. You nodded and smiled a bit. Her gaze softened further and she walked slowly toward you and as she walked past Bucky she touched his arm lightly, conveying something that you didn't quite understand. "Can I help you up?" she asked as she stood in front of you, her hand reached out. You nodded and put your hand in hers, allowing her to pull you up. You felt the damage that had been done more clearly when you stood up, there was definitely something wrong with your ribs and your stomach. She carefully and slowly put an arm around your shoulders as she herded you out of the apartment. you looked back to where Bucky was standing and he smiled at you reassuringly but his eyes seemed sad. You let yourself be led to a car outside with a man that Pepper called "Happy" driving. She sat in the back with you and made casual one sided conversation to put you at ease.

Back at your apartment Bucky began to try to pack you a bag. He knew that Pepper would take good care of you and wouldn't let anything happen. He would meet you at the Avengers tower later, assuming you would be staying there until you felt comfortable living by yourself at your own apartment again. He moved through your ex's apartment with a critical gaze, noting holes in the wall and a gun in the corner. He presumed it was to protect against home intruders but he didn't doubt that it had been used to threaten you too. He found the bedroom and got to work getting some things that he thought you might want like a hoodie that looked like yours and some personal belongings that were clearly your possessions. He was trying very hard not to accidentally grab something that was your ex's and once he had a full bag he headed out. He saw Sam leaned against the wall outside your building and Bucky immediately got worried.

"Wheres-"

"He's already booked at the precinct, I've got my guys on it and he isn't going anywhere." Sam reassured, having known what Bucky was going to ask. They began walking to the tower, not wanting to get in a car and knowing that the walk wasn't going to be too long.

"Sorry I had to call you, I know you were probably busy. I just didn't know who else to ask." Bucky stated quietly.

"You did the right thing, Buck. You probably saved that girl's life back there." Sam smiled a bit at the man next to him and Bucky felt a smile tug at his mouth too.

They both made light conversation as they made their way back to the tower. When they did, Bucky took a deep breath. He hadn't been back here since right after Steve left. He hadn't seen Pepper in a long time either. He needed to talk to her when he got inside to thank her and to see if she was okay. He knew she probably didn't want to see him very much but she had still helped you when he asked.

Back at the tower you were finally cleared from the medical wing. You were still shaky but you were masking it pretty well and you were about back to where you functioned daily where you could fake smiles if you needed to. Pepper stayed by you the whole time and you met a little girl named Morgan who was very excited to tell you stories that put you at ease. Eventually Pepper led you to a room that she said you could use to sleep and shower in for now and that you could call the AI if you needed anything at all. You asked it to tell you when Bucky got back and it said it would. You also now knew that you recognized her as Iron Man's wife but you didn't mention it, knowing she had lost her husband semi-recently. You also recognized that Sam, who you had met earlier, was the Falcon. Then came the question of who was Bucky. You knew there was a James Barnes associated with the Avengers but you'd never seen him and you knew he had a metal arm, something that you weren't sure was  part of Bucky. You showered and cried again in the shower but this time out of relief. You realized that you didn't have to go home to that awful man and that you were finally safe.

The AI, you thought you'd heard Pepper call it FRIDAY, let you know that Bucky was in the building along with Sam. You dressed in the clothes that pepper had given to you, a pair of sweats and a loose T-shirt, and left your room. You carefully padded down the hallway, prepared to ask FRIDAY where you were if you got lost. Instead you saw Bucky down a hallway carrying a bag that you recognized as your own. Now that you were a bit calmed down you knew what you had to do. You got closer to each other, Bucky smiling slightly, and he stopped so that he wouldn't get close to you if you didn't want him to. Instead you continued walking toward him until you got close enough that you could wrap your arms tightly around his waist. He stood in shock before dropping the bag and wrapping one of his arms around you tightly. You reached out to the other one and felt the hardness of it. You guessed then that he must be the winter soldier that you'd heard about but you continued to wrap it around yourself so that he was hugging you all the way. You took a deep breath and smiled slightly.

"Thank you, James." You murmured and you heard his heart pick up its pace. He tightened his arms around you and sighed.

"You’re welcome, doll" he accepted the thanks with a bit of apprehension but this wasn't the time to argue about whether or not thanks were needed. "I promise I'm not going to let anything happen to you again." He stated quietly and he was reassuring himself more than you. Your arms tightened around him more and he decided that he would protect you with all he had if you would let him.

[kalopses-sonderes]

Sonder?!

Sonder(me) x Cookie run kingdom +Ovenbreak +@tremendousconnoisseurgardener (Gardener)

Summary: Theres been a little debate on how the cookies would react to me changing my theme so much. So what if I got transported and saw what happened first hand?

note: just crack and super rushed

“Oww, my head.” I woke up, im on the ground.

To my right I see my friend, Gardener. “Why are we outside- Wait, this is cookie run!”

“Really?” I get up, and see huge walls to my left. “Theres my kingdom!”

Me and Gardener race over to the entrance, to see no cookies in sight. We walk through the empty roads to the castle. I knock, no answer. Gardener open the doors; and we see glass, tables, and maybe blood, all over. Theres yelling and screaming. I look up and see the ancients and legendarys looking over. Hollyberry notices me and whispers something to Pure Vanilla. Now they all are whispering something. I look at ground level and see Earl Grey, Millennial Tree, and Yogurt Cream.

“I was her theme first! Her favorite!” Earl Grey yells, throwing a table leg at Yogurt Cream.

I look over At Millennial Tree who almost got hit with the table leg, hes sitting down with tea in his hand. “calm down everyone, why dont we let her speak for herself? Its not right to say you’re the favorite with no proof..”

“Wha-” They all look at the door that they didn’t even notice open.

I slowly look at Gardener whos staring at me. “Whats going on..” He whispers.

“How am I supposed to know!?” I whisper yell back. Gardener nudges me forward, I scoff. “Um, hi?” I hear Gardener face palming behind me.

Millennial Tree Waves, A chair magically appears from some vines on the ground, he pats the seat. “Come! Lets talk about it.” He smiles.

I smile and begin to walk over just to be yanked by Gardener. The cookies above gasp and giggle.

“Uh oh, They wont be happy about that..” Pitaya says, leaning over the railing.

“What are you doing! We walk into a bloody, broken, mess and the first thing you do is walk over to them?” Gardener whispered.

“But, its Millennial Tree..” I say looking up at Gardener.

“Sonder! They’re fighting because of your tumblr theme!” Ananas yells.

Oh, I thought.

“Im the favorite, arent I?” Earl Grey said desperately. “Why would you change it?”

I instantly look away and point at Gardener.

“Excuse me-”

“It was his fault!”

“What?!”

“Oh my..” Pure Vanilla says.

“Hm, my bet on Earl Grey seems to have done me no good..” Sea Fairy says.

Earl grey picked up another table leg and launched it at Gardener, Gardener moved to the side and dodged it. “Weak..” He whispers.

“Why did switch me out so soon? I thought you loved me?” Yogurt Cream pouts.

“Herb, come over here.” Pure Vanilla says. “Distract the one called Gardener..”

“Because I can.” I say straight faced.

“Oh my, that had to sting haha.” Millennial Tree laughs.

Gardeners grip on my shirt tightens. “Hey Gardener, Is that herb?”

“Where!?”

He lets me go, I instantly walk over to Millennial Tree. I look over and see Herb in the corner. Oh wow, I thought. Herb actually was over there.

I sit in the vine seat, it was actually comfortable.

“Seems my bet to Millennial Tree isnt going to waste..” Dark Cacao says.

“How are you doing? Everything alright?” Millennial Tree places his hands on my hands.

So much prettier in person, I thought.

While I was deep in thought I didnt see the object flying towards my head. Not until Millennial Tree yanks me forward and I hit my head on his chest.

“Oh? You say you’re her favorite, but you almost killed her.. how disappointing..”

“Im gonna kill You Millennial Tree, I was the first!” Earl grey looks more insane than before.

“Wait till you find out you weren’t the first..” I say under my breath.

“Oh what was that dear? Earl Grey wasn’t your first? Did you hear that Earl Grey?”

“I-”

“It’s clearly someone in this room… Hm, Tell us Lilac. Why are you hiding in the shadows? Do you have something to tell us?”

“No, Lilac you couldn’t have been…” Yogurt Creak says defeated.

“So what if I was. It doesn’t change anything.” Lilac comes out of the shadows and into the light.

“I feel another fights gonna breakout, can I just go up there so I’m not in the cross fire?”

“Of course.” Millennial Tree says with a not so innocent smile.

[hxneekyuu]

accidental kiss || tsukishima kei, ennoshita chikara, miya atsumu, lev haiba

request :  Hey Can I request a headcanon or one shot with Haikyuu characters (any of your choices) having an accidental kiss with their crush, you know, the cliché romance scene in drama's where the girl fell and male catches her and end ups kissing, or something when the girl turn around not noticing the close distance between the male, and their lips touches. Anything that is accidental

warnings : miya atsumu, Suna Gets a Haircut

a/n : so i did one of those random hq generator things bc i could only decide on one boi and that was tsukki,,, the results made me laugh so here you go -- btw these are all gonna be pre-dating bc thats just wonderful we love that

tsukishima kei

this is definitely all tsukkis fault

you two are at your house just vibing and at some point you head into the kitchen to make food

and hes leaning against the counter right in front of the cabinet you need to get to

but he has the audacity not to move the fuck outta the way when you tell him you need to get past 

so youre like ok fuck it and just reach around him to open it 

but the bowl you need is pretty high up so youre like on your tippy toes tryna get the damn thing and hes just sitting there watching you struggle 

instead of helping you like he isnt damn near 6′3″

but riiiiight as youve got the bowl, you end up grabbing it a little too forcefully and you bring like a million dishes down with it 

so ofc even though he definitely deserves it, youre not trying to concuss the poor guy with literal ceramic dishes raining down on him 

so you kinda lunge forward to stop them all from falling 

and, hearing the crash of dishes over his head, he naturally ducks because he doesnt want to die

honestly,,,, its more of a crash of your noses and foreheads but theres such chaos of like,,, trying not to die?? 

that at some point you just feel his mouth on yours and it deadass just stays there while you both are figuring out what the hell is happening 

eventually he kinda pulls back but only a little bc he knows youre struggling to hold onto the dishes and he doesnt wanna screw that up

and he doesnt even say anything he just reaches up awkwardly and helps you set the dishes back on the shelf

and then he grabs the bowl youd been trying the get the entire time and hands it to you with a completely blank face 

its a very awkward dinner im not gonna lie

mostly bc at some point he just starts cracking jokes about it and refuses to acknowledge it seriously bc he sucks

ennoshita chikara

ennoshita’s taking a break from studying with the second years on the team

mostly bc he never gets any studying done with them 

so youre studying together for a test at his house

and its just been many many hours of studying so ofc youre both exhausted

so its not surprising to him when you just pass out on your notes

but the thing is,,, your heads right on top of a sheet that he needs

and for a while he just kinda studies without it

he studies other stuff and tries to remember it on his own so he can fill in the gap in his notes

but eventually hes like fuck i really need these notes

so he just,,, tries to slide it out from under your head really carefully

and it involves a lot of him getting really close and trying to lift your head and a bunch of really soft cute things that would be super embarrassing for him to be caught doing

like,,, if you happened to wake up

which of course, you do

and youre really confused bc you can feel his breath fanning over your face and his eyes are really close but not focused on you, theyre focused on smth under your face

so you lift your head to see what hes doing

but he freaks out and moves his face when he notices youre awake

and its just a litto brush of your lips over his as your faces are passing each other

but the poor bub jumps back like you just shocked the crap out of him

and then he apologizes for like the next ten minutes and its impossible to get back to studying bc youre both just panicking internally

miya atsumu

this literally happens like it does in the movies

it all starts with a chase scene

that really you should never have been a part of

youre just minding your business walking down the hall after school on your way to get your stuff

and its pretty empty bc you had a club thing so its late afternoon and no ones around

and you just hear it

men screaming

and then he appears, barreling around the corner like his life depends on it

and youre like

this cant be good

and when he sees you hes yelling out for you like HELP ME 

but you somehow always manage to get caught in the miya twin antics so youre like

fuck no im out

but apparently youre not out bc atsumus grabbing your arm and dragging you behind him yelling smth about scissors and a haircut

and when you look back you just see suna rounding the corner, half of his little triangle haircut chopped off so he looks like a sad half onigiri,,,

but you know it was atsumu and that this man is definitely dead when suna catches him

so youre like okay fuck it i guess im helping him AGAIN 

and you get outside to a section of the school where theres still sports teams practicing and lots of people around so you hide in a corner together

but the Suna Energy is approaching so atsumu fuckin freaks and does that cheesy movie thing where he ducks his head down so he wont be seen 

but theres like a group of guys passing by and one of them just bumps into atsumus back and that shit just sends him right into you

and all he can think is “oops”

he only has one brain cell give him a break

but he just stalls completely and forgets about the whole suna thing

but ofc his hair is fucking piss yellow and suna has not forgotten

he ends up totally getting his ass beat  but after that little smooch atsumus definitely a bit keen to see you more often 

lev haiba

i fucking love this gif look at the litto shoyou go

this tall babie does not know the meaning of personal space he has no functional understanding of a Bubble

honestly he probably gets dangerously close to kissing you on a regular basis, considering you’re seatmates in class

he’s just ALWAYS in your space

at first he’s probably shy bc he doesn’t know you

but once you become friends he’s like THIS IS NOT YOUR DESK THIS IS JUST MY SECOND DESK

so every day there’s always one thing that’s super dangerous

last week it was him looking over your shoulder while you did work silently

yesterday it was him reaching across you to open the window on your left side

today he just really wants a bite of the bread you bought and are currently already eating

and when he wants smth, he gets Very Whiny

he’s so clingy and adorable that you can’t ever get mad

he’s like a little puppy how can you resist him

so when you’re finally like okay fine you can have a bite he’s like

MONCH

he doesn’t even wait for you to tear off a piece he just leans in for a bite

but you had said yes while in the middle of biting it so he essentially does that thing where you’re both biting it at the same time

but, again, he doesn’t know what personal space means

so he also doesn’t have the ability to gauge distances well

so he straight up just meets you halfway and presses his mouth to yours while he’s biting down

the boi probably doesn’t even notice

he just pulls back quickly once he has his bite and goes about his life

you literally are going to have to tell him he just kissed you

and after that he’s a total fucking mess

he doesn’t know what to do he never knows what to do

he’s just going to keep causing Chaos while he panics

[words-for-holland]

Always Yours

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Sometimes dating a celebrity is hard...but Tom & Y/N have always said no matter what happens they could get through anything. Some angst but a lot of fluff.

A/N: So sorry for leaving yall hanging! Life is just crazy right now and this blog needs a lot of TLC tbh!! Also ehh I def dont think this was my best work but enjoy?

“Oof” Y/N lets out as she plops on to her boyfriend who was lying comfortable on the couch. Tom groaned at the impact with a cheeky smile on his face, his arms instantly wrapping around Y/N’s frame.

“Y’know..there are empty seats right there.” The soft brown-eyed boy gestured with the flick of his thick head as Y/N raises her eyes looking down at him, pretending to be slightly offended.

“Oh I see how it is then. It’s cool...Ill just cuddle with Tessa instead. I know she would welcome me with open arms instead of—” As she slowly starts getting off his chest, Tom is quick to pull her back in, securing her with his strong arms. “No baby, I was just kidding. I want you right here, and Im never letting you go.” he pleas.

The only thing Y/N could manage was letting out a fit of giggles into his chest, a sound that Tom adored and would do absolutely anything to hear every minute of every day. They stay like this for a while enjoying the feeling of each other as they both run their hands into each others hair, the feeling of their chests moving up and down, the subtle thumps of their heartbeats, and the little slips of adoration that came out of their mouths. It was peaceful. A moment that nobody could really take a way because it was theirs.

Y/N casually pulls up her phone, and scrolls through Twitter when she noticed a particular tweet on her timeline. Her eyebrows furrow, as she read the 160 character message.

Why Tom Holland Should Be With Aaliyah Cole and Dump Y/N: A Thread.

She knew it wasnt a good idea to open up the thread. She knew very well that everything within the shallow string of tweets would be a complete waste of her time because it was made up by fans who just wanted to satisfy their fantasy of shipping Tom with his co-star. Who can blame them? They always had great chemistry, but it was part of the job and thats all it would ever be.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Tom murmurs, as he places soft kisses at the crown of her head. “Whats going on?” She was lucky her phone was facing away from Tom, quickly closing the app and pretending to be on one of her many tabs in Safari.

“Mmm..nothing.” Y/N lies softly, a tight-lipped smiled plastered on her face.

“Absolute bullocks. Youre not a very good liar.” He chuckles. “Tell me darling. Whats on your mind?”

Y/N rolls her eyes in response. She’s heard that comment one too many times in her life from everyone shes known. After not giving it much thought, she gives in, sighing heavily. “Dont judge me for what Im about to say.”

“Mmm...I think it might depend on wha— Ow” Tom reacts as he playfully rubs the side of his chest that Y/N hit. “Okay too soon for jokes. Go on.”

Again, Y/N sighs as she props herself up. “Its just ... well a lot of your fans keeps talking about wanting you to get with Aaliyah.” She looks down trying not to make eye contact with Tom, who she’d imagine was looking at her with annoyance.

Tom rolls his eyes at the ridiculousness. Not so much at Y/N but the fact that some of his fans just didnt want to accept the fact that he was happy with Y/N. If it had to come from his mouth to stop the stupid rumors and give his girlfriend peace, then hed gladly yell it from the rooftops for everyone to hear. “Thats it Im making a statement about it.”

Y/N’s eyes widen in fear, scrambling to prevent him from grabbing his phone on the table next him. “No no no no.” She repeatedly declines. “You’ll only make it worse.”

“Darling, Im not going to stand here and watch you get all insecure because of their delusional ship.”

“Yeah well Im not gonna be the reason your fans hate me because Im getting in the way of your friendship with Aaliyah Cole.” She fires back.

Tom was ready to open his mouth only to be cut off once again. “And you know better. That is how your fans will always see it.”

“Okay, are you done?” He calmly asked, cautiously observing her. Rarely did Y/N ever get worked up about anything, but when she had her tangents, Tom always made sure she got off everything she needed to say before he becomes her voice of reason.

“Yeah, I guess.” she says feeling defeated. “Look its whatever and Im tired, can we just let this go and forget this whole conversation even happened?”

Tom was unconvinced, but didnt want to push her further. So reluctantly, he gave in and wrapped his arms around Y/N as they both tried to lull themselves to sleep.

***

Y/N wasnt sure how she ended up in the Tube. It was strange how the lights flickered off the rusted tile floor. The train was no where to be seen, but off to the side of the railroads was pitch black, she could hardly see beyond. To her right she noticed herself standing in the corner of the room, and to her surprise Aaliyah was there. Her milk chocolate kissed skin, and fashionably long frizzy hair dropped down past her shoulders. Her figure long and poised, as she wore a rain jacket and sweats. An outfit only she could pull off and make it look like she was a model for Vogue. Aasliyah smiles brightly at Y/N.

“Hey Y/N.” She says cheerfully as a genuine friend would.

To Y/N’s surprise she greeted her back in the same tone. “Hey Aaliyah...uhh whats going on?” Y/N wasnt sure if she wanted the answer of how they both ended up in the Tube or if she truly wanted to know how her day went.

“Well Im getting ready to present at the Oscars.” She replies, a smile plastered as if she was so excited about it, almost too excited like she was keeping a secret.

“Really? Oh my god, that’s amazing! Im so proud of you Aaliyah! Who are you taking?”

Aaliyah pauses for a few moment looking back and forth, making sure no one else was around. “Okay can you keep a secret?” She whispered.

Y/N nods her head slowly, not having the slightest clue of what was going on. “Im taking Tom. I think he really likes me, and well...I like him too! Do you think maybe I should ask him when we go?” Aaliyah asked genuinely. It was almost like she had no recollection of Y/N and Tom being a couple. “I think we would look good together. Everyone is already making rumors and ships about us.”

Y/N backs aways lowly only to bump into a broad figure. As she turns around she sees Tom, emotionless and almost sad. “Y/N.” He speaks out. “I dont think this is going to work out. Im leaving you.”

Y/N’s heart quickens, and her breaths become shorter as she tries to find a way to run. Running and running into the darkness, until all she could hear was Tom’s faint voice calling out her name.

***

“Y/N! Y/N! Baby wake up please.” Tom cries as he gently shakes his girlfriend from her disturbed sleep.

Quickly Y/N opens her eyes and clutches on to Toms hoodie firmly. Back home, and in Toms arms. It was a dream was all she thought. A sigh of relief escaping from her mouth.

“Darling...” he speaks softly, worried about his girlfriend. “Are you okay?”

Y/N looks up at him and nods frantically. “Mmm..bad dream.”

“Yeah it seemed like it. You were so frightened...I was scared. What happened?” He’s looking at her, trying to read her saddened eyes, wanting to desperately understand what scared her so he could make it all go away for her.

Y/N looks down at her fiddling hands, as she sits on the couch. “I uhh...” she lets out a chuckle, thinking of the ridiculousness of it all. “I uhh...dreamed about Aaliyah going to the oscars and saying how she loved you and how you two are perfect for each other. When I turned around I saw you but you werent happy and said you were leaving me.”

Tom doesnt say a word, all he could think about was how sorry he felt to put Y/N in this position. Though both of them knew, It wasnt Toms fault, or anyone’s for that matter. Feelings are feelings and that was okay. No human being was ever born perfect and without insecurities.

Y/N always tried to be a good sport with situations like this knowing every shippers theory and evidence were hardly ever true, but at some point there was only so much she could take before it all came out like an oil spill. Maybe it was a sign that she wasnt good enough to be with Tom if half of his fanbase thought this way as well.

Tom cradled her into his arms again, holding her tightly and kissing the top of her head. “Darling, I know youre still doubting yourself about all of this, but please believe me when I tell you that I love you so so much and no matter what happens...Im always yours.” He whispers gently in her ear. “It was only a dream and these ridiculous rumors and theories are just that. No one woman in the world could ever make me feel the way I feel for you.”

Y/N blinks softly, as she stares into space. Afraid and in a weird way ashamed, its funny how something so small and so minimal could affect her self-esteem so greatly. Tom gently brings her head up, so her eyes can meet his. He rolls his thumb on the bottom of her soft lips. “Hey, I love you.” Tom smiles.

Time stopped for the both of them the moment Y/N looked into his eyes, she felt safe. All the bad words and thoughts slowly disappear. Tom was right, none of the things that anyone said about their relationship mattered. She knew Tom loved her, and how much she truly loved him. Isnt that enough? Of course not. It was more than enough. A smile slowly forming on Y/N’s face. “Theres that smile I love so much.” He comments.

“Im sorry, for being such a —”

“No. Its okay. You have a right to feel the way you did.” He picks up her hand and leaves a gentle kiss.

“I love you so much Tom.” She says pressing her lips to his. “I dont deserve you.”

“Darling, its me that doesnt deserve you. Im always yours.” Tom proclaims as he kisses her back.