#againnnnn😂😂😂😂

[clairehadenough]

Who wants more?

So the delulus opened their old files cabinet to try and deflect from all the Ls they’re taking left and right after we exposed their asses. Here they come with the OK/Yoga sign that Alba used in one of her pics to say she meant it as a WP symbol. Sure Jan😂

Now where it gets interesting is that Captdelulu first reblogged this ask from Midwest and answered (graciously as always🤓)

Please check her post, “you fucking child”, “history book”, lots of F bombs…you know an ordinary day at the office for Capt with a T.

Also she left two links from CBS and CNN, to educate us🤣 (of course she doesn’t give a fuck about WP symbols, she’s only using it to ‘expose’ Alba)

BUT THEN….

A certain ‘Anon’ replies to the same Original Anon, telling them they were a fucking child (😉) and to open a history book (😉) all this with lots and lots of F bombs. And more importantly they are advertising Captregina by saying that she shared links about it😂

I’m sure by now you have guessed who that self promoting Anon is😂 but what’s HILARIOUS is that, to make sure we don’t know it’s her, she wrote her blog’s name wrong on purpose, WITHOUT A T! Hahahahha😂😂😂

“Cap regina” so that no one ever guess it’s her who wrote it because of course she would never ever ommit the T, she is CAPT WITH A T afterall…

I was literally in stitches reading this, imagining her congratulating herself for being so clever and so subtle so she could pass the message and self promote herself while staying incognito

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[saturniolos]

besties (matt sturniolo x reader) ౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆

notes: this took me days. i am going BLIND plz show sum love &&&&& hey——— come talk to me ! (btw this type of editing/social media aus have been around for ages- credit goes to the person who came up with it first!!)

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[sainzproductions]

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 ⋆ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳

wherein the internet hates you for breaking poor charles's heart; so you move on to his best mate.

[charles leclerc x ex!socialite reader, carlos sainz x socialite!reader]

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[emry-stars-art]

Have you seen that gifset about harbor seals who sleep underwater by wedging themselves between rocks? But then sometimes just freely roll "like a hotdog on the ocean floor"

It just made me think of Nicky in the mer-au for some reason this morning hahaha

Seeing that gifset make it's circles around my Internet presence was a GIFT and I STILL LOVE IT so much 😂 (thank you for your patience with the answer here) they're so cute look at these lil guys they are gorgeous indeed

Can you imagine mer Nicky as the subject of some documentary. I know I have the actual aus set sometime before technology but like. Nicky would be perfect to study and hang out with 😂💕 you're making me want to do a little page pretending to be a mer biologist againnnnn ugh it's so much fun. If you guys have ever thought about doing smth like that you should, it's the best lol

Also while we're talking about water rests; I wasn't gonna bother posting this but hey opportunity arises. Jellyfish are pretty light so they'd also get swept away in currents pretty easy so jellyfish mers absolutely like to wedge themselves between rocks to sleep - but most shark pods are always moving, so jellyNeil and sharkDrew eventually have to find a happy medium which ends up as so:

Keep your jellyfish from floating away with this one simple trick (cuddling it to your chest while it sleeps) ✅

Find the mer au master post here 💕

[afreakingdork]

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[foreverisntenough]

Me againnnnn! finished you’re mine and loved every second of it! I’m so very excited to tuck into ours and ofc the jude x reader spin off 😭😭 thank u for this incredible universe

Ahhhhhh I love keeping up with your reading lol!

Thank you so much for reading ‘You’re Mine’ I’m so glad to hear that you loved it! It’s near and dear to my heart ngl!

lol when you start ‘Ours’ hopefully you enjoy it and how y/n and Trent’s relationship goes!

I’m not excited for Jude x reader too. I’m trying not to get ahead of myself because ‘Ours’ is really my baby.

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[moonpascaltoo]

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ugh billy always the mood sourer (idk how to describe it 😂)

i want to watch princess bride now. that was my favorite movie as a kid but my uncle would ruin it by quoting it the whole damn time

episode two: trick or treat, freak

 “Why do you only ever care about me when I’m some kicked fucking puppy?” Steve’s words are vicious, and you flinch at his tone. “You know that’s not true,” “It’s not?” He scoffs at you. “Then explain what happened this summer.” “I…” You can’t.  Steve sees your reluctance to say anything and lets out a harsh laugh. “Yeah, whatever. Some real fucking friend you were.”

Summary: you and nancy have a bonding session in the library (kinda hot tbh), billy gives jonathan and steve a common cause to unite on: Protect Y/N, you're a chauffeur to a very sad steve harrington, and dustin uses will's trauma to his advantage.

Rating: general, slight cursing

Warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, slight sexual harassment (billy corners reader and is gross), cursing, alcohol

Words: 7.9k

Before you swing in: hello ! new chapter, we've arrived at halloween !! i finally get to have a fun authors note comment: i crashed my car lol. i'm fine tho and i hope yall enjoy and like what ive done and changed a bit with this episode. i had fun coming up with costume ideas for the reader, i think the character fits her well :) and before i go: i start school next week, so updates will def be coming a bit slower after this. anyways, happy reading !

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The Henderson house is pure chaos morning of Halloween. 

Dustin is running around the house, screaming about how his costume has to be absolutely perfect and that if you don’t hurry up with the jack-o-lantern pancakes then he’s going to just leave without eating breakfast. Meanwhile your mother is running after him, straightening his suit and tidying his hair. 

“The pancakes are almost done, my god.” You flip the last pancake, but in your rush the jack-o-lantern’s smile turns into more of a grimace, but hey, food is food. You quickly set Dustin’s plate down on the table and practically shove him into the seat. 

“Eat.”

“But my proton blaster–”

“Is on the steps, I’ll grab it. Eat, I want pictures with you.” You kiss the top of your brother’s head and then run over to grab his costume’s prop. 

“I’m thirteen now, I don’t need my sister doting on me–” Dustin complains, but then his eyes land on the mini Reese’s Pieces you’ve decorated his pancakes with and quickly changes his tone. “Oh! Candies! Yummy!”

You laugh at him and bring his backpack over. The Ghostbusters matching costume idea that boys have planned for today makes you want to just sweep them all into your arms and kiss their tiny little faces. They may be getting older with crushes and angsty feelings, but they’re still the same nerdy little boys you met when you were twelve. 

Dustin wolfs down his pancakes and your mom prepares her camera. You woke up earlier than usual this morning specifically so that you could make Dustin’s annual Halloween pancakes and then take pictures of him with his costume on. As soon as he’s done eating, you and your mom whisk him towards the fireplace for pictures. 

“Oh, I want to see those pearls!” Your mother squeals as she takes a million pictures of Dustin. When he smiles, she loses her mind. “Yeah! Lovely, I love it!”

You’re just as ecstatic as your mom. “Who you gonna call Dustin?”

“Ghostbusters!” He sings along, holding up his proton blaster with an even wider smile on his face. 

It’s a happy morning. 

Dustin puts on a show as he poses for your mom, and you even join in for some. Sure, you aren’t in costume, but who knows how many more mornings like these you have left? Dustin is getting older, all the boys are, so you plan on cherishing these mornings for as long as possible. 

You and Dustin are giggling as you now stand back to back, him holding his blaster and you holding up finger guns, and your mom is taking multiple final pictures when Jonathan arrives. He knocks on the door before letting himself in. When he sees you and Dustin posing, he starts loudly belting the Ghostbusters song. 

“God, bee. At least let my coffee kick in before you subject me to your horrible singing.” You playfully groan, grabbing your own backpack and pancakes to eat on the road. 

Jonathan ignores your teasing and ruffles Dustin’s hair. “Nice costume, bud.”

Dustin, seemingly still holding a grudge against the guy after your conversation from last night, slaps his hand away and glares at him. “Don’t mess up the hair.”

Your brother proceeds to stare Jonathan down, gives him an “I’m watching you” gesture, and then walks out the front door without any further words. You, Jonathan, and your mom all stand in the living room in varying states of emotions. You’re trying not to laugh at your brother’s antics, your mom is happily looking at the photos she took, and Jonathan is standing there in complete confusion. 

“What was that about?” He asks you, slightly hurt by Dustin’s rebuff. 

“Shhh,” you hand him a plate of pancakes and then walk towards the front door. “Let’s get to school, bee.”

– 

At school, the mullet guy from yesterday finds you at your locker as soon as Jonathan has walked away. The two of you had been running behind schedule, so you’d told Jonathan to head to first period so at least he’d be on time while you tried to find your history textbook. 

As you’re digging through your locker, the mullet guy stalks up behind you. 

“I never got your name,” he says with a breathy voice, standing way too close behind you. 

You straighten your back, but don’t turn around. You know that if you do, the guy will only get a kick out of having your face close to his. “You never asked.”

“So there’s some sass to you underneath all that sweetness.” His breath hits the back of your neck and you shiver, but in a way that makes you feel dirty and unclean. 

“What do you want?” You ask the guy, your fingers wrapping around the textbook that you’ve finally found. If needed, you’re sure it’ll make a handy weapon. It’s only you and the guy in the hallway. Everyone else has holed up in class and you’re now regretting sending Jonathan away. You feel trapped, vulnerable, and you hate it. 

Mullet man chuckles deeply, his voice reverberating against your back. “Nothing yet. Just thought I’d introduce myself to such a pretty face.” 

You don’t say anything, your fingers only tighten around your textbook. If he gets any closer, you’ll swing. 

Though you can’t see him, you can feel his eyes flicker to your textbook and he lets out another cruel laugh. “Loosen up, sweetheart, I won’t hurt ya.” You don’t move, and he seems to get another kick out of this. “My name is Billy. Remember that for me, alright?”

Finally Billy steps away from you and you slowly release all the tension that’s built up within you. You still don’t turn around, he hasn’t left yet, but your hands are shaking a bit and you feel unsteady. 

“Would you do me a favor, Billy?” Your voice is steady, there’s no trace of the fear within you.

“I’m listening,” Billy is practically purring and you want to gag at how much his cockiness oozes around you. 

You turn, now finally facing him, and slam your textbook against Billy’s chest. “Learn some fucking personal space.” 

Billy’s only reaction is a smile, which only makes you more uncomfortable, but you refuse to show him this. Instead, you square your shoulders and walk towards your first class. You’ve dealt with assholes in the past; you’ve known Steve Harrington since you were twelve. But Billy is different. 

You’re not sure if you want to find out just how different he is from Steve. 

– 

Another small highlight of your school year so far has been your study sessions in the library with Nancy resuming. The two of you had drifted apart this summer, you just rarely ever saw the girl in between your hectic work schedule and her dates with Steve, but from the first day of junior she’s helped you with your math equations and you’ve helped her with her english essays. 

It’s a good trade off and you’ve enjoyed spending time with the girl. Unlike last year, Jonathan doesn’t join anymore. He can’t be too close with her now that she’s back with Steve. So, it’s just you and her for an hour every day during study hall. It’s nice, if you’re being honest.

Today though there’s something off with Nancy. 

She’s been tapping her pencil on the table for the last few minutes. Right before you can politely ask her to stop, the tip of the pencil snaps in half. She sighs. “Shit,” 

“There’s a sharpener over by the window,” you point towards the general direction. “Sharpen your pencil before these equations officially end my life.”

Nancy laughs, excusing herself and walks over to the sharpener. 

You focus back on your homework, the equations swimming around in your brain. It’s not that you’re necessarily bad at math, but you’re no whiz at it either. You get lost in the practice problems, erasing and re-erasing frequently, and you don’t realize just how long Nancy has been gone until she returns. She sits down, and you’re about to make a horrible joke about how stupid it is to find x, when you notice how shaken Nancy looks. 

“Woah, hey.” You set your pencil down and turn your attention to Nancy. “Are you okay? You look upset.” 

Nancy looks towards one of the library’s private study rooms and you see Steve’s retreating figure. You gather that something’s happened between them, but it confuses you because they’ve been nothing but lovey dovey ever since they got back together. What could possibly cause strife between them? 

“C’mon, you can talk to me. I’m known for my fantastic advice.” You probe again, and this time Nancy lets out a soft chuckle. 

“It’s… complicated.” 

“Take all the time you need. I’ve been stuck on question five for like, twenty minutes now. Any distractions are welcomed.” 

Now Nancy lets out a genuine laugh and you find yourself laughing as well. The storminess behind her eyes from earlier has lessened, she looks more relaxed now. Once she’s done laughing, she takes a deep breath and starts from the beginning. “Steve and I have been having dinner with Barb’s parents.”

When Barb’s name leaves Nancy’s lips, you feel your stomach twist with guilt. Had you known this would be about Barb, you wouldn’t have pestered Nancy so much into speaking. You know how much she misses her best friend still, no one blames her. 

“Well that sounds nice,” you try to comfort. “I’m sure they appreciate your company.”

Nancy bites her lip and looks away from you. “They wouldn’t if they knew Steve and I killed Barb.”

Shock washes over you. “Can I ask for some context?”

“Steve and I… When I forced Barb to come to his stupid party with me, we–we left her alone that night. By the pool…” Nancy’s voice cracks, and you grab her hand to encourage her to keep going. “We went upstairs to have sex, and Barb–she didn’t want me to leave her alone but I–I did and–”

You remember the photos Jonathan took last year, specifically the one where Barb had been sitting all by herself along the pool’s edge. Behind her had been a shadowy figure, a monster you soon would learn was from an alternate dimension with an intent to kill. 

“You think Barb died because you left her alone to go have sex with Steve.” You finish for Nancy, her tears rendering her unable to say more. 

She nods, looking away again as more tears stream down her face. You feel horrible for her, knowing first hand just how cruelly guilt can eat away at someone. Jonathan doesn’t know this, but you still think you’re the reason Will disappeared last year. You were the one who left him alone that night. If you had been there, if you had dropped him off at the Byers’ doorstep, you’re sure that he would’ve never ended up facing the horrors that he did. 

As for Nancy, you understand everything she’s feeling and more. It isn’t fair how one simple choice, one moment of selfishness, can lead to such tragedy and pain. 

Cautiously, you ask Nancy a question. “Does Steve know about the guilt you feel?” 

“He knows, but he doesn’t understand.” Nancy’s voice laces with grief and bitterness. “He found me by the pencil sharpener. There was this girl, she looked so much like Barb and I just… I zoned out. I was stuck there, thinking about her, when he found me.” 

“Did he notice you were upset?”

“Of course he noticed. He’s Steve, I could shed a single tear and he’d be all over me like I’m some baby.” Nancy scoffs, which makes you frown. You’re not sure what’s so wrong with that, having someone so attuned to your emotions because they love you that deeply. 

You push aside your thoughts, however. “What happened, then?”

“We went into a study room and I snapped.” Nancy’s close to tears again. “I just… I want to tell Barb’s parents what really happened. They’re selling their house, Y/N. They’re selling their own home to afford this private detective who promised them he’d find out what happened to her. What–what kind of person would I be if I let my best friend’s parents go bankrupt for being worried about their only child?”

“Nancy…”

“And Steve, he just… He told me it was a bad idea, that–that our families could get hurt and all that bullshit, but what am I supposed to do? I’m trying to figure something out, to fix this, and Steve just wants to go to some stupid party and pretend everything is okay?” Nancy is almost shouting now, and you nervously look around to make sure you're not disturbing anyone. It’s still a library, after all.

Nancy takes a few seconds to collect herself, to steady her breathing and control her anger. You let her take all the time she needs, and when she seems calm enough, you speak. “I understand where you’re coming from and why you’re upset. What happened to Barb is despicable, but… Well, I also agree with Steve.” 

“Y/N–”

“No, okay. Listen for a second,” you pause, trying to figure out exactly how to say what you’re thinking. “I think Steve means well, he doesn’t have a malicious bone in that silly body. The Halloween party can be a good thing for you if you let it, a way to destress. You have to move on, you have to allow yourself to move on.”

Nancy tries to argue some more but you continue. “I understand your guilt better than anyone else, I was the one who lost Will that night. But we all signed those contracts, Nancy. If we told anyone what really happened to Barb… It wouldn’t be fair to everyone who gets hurt, all our family members, because we broke a legal oath. You understand that, right?”

“I understand, but it’s not fucking fair.” Nancy’s eyes have a determination in them that startles you. You’ve always known that she was fierce, but seeing the edge in her eyes almost scares you. She’s angry, more than you’ve ever seen her before. 

You sigh. “I know, I wish I could do more, but…”

Nancy nods, understanding that there’s not much else you guys can do. You hate to let her down like this, you know she needs to hear something else, to feel supported, but you don’t know what else to tell her. 

Steve’s right in his own way, and so is Nancy. 

“Can you at least come to the party tonight?” Nancy softly pleads. “It’s just, I’ll feel more comfortable with you there, like I’m less crazy… I mean, that is if you even want to come and–”

“Of course I’ll come, Nance.” You don’t even hesitate to promise her this, nor do you realize that you’ve just called her “Nance”. It slipped from your tongue naturally, as if solidifying your friendship with the girl. You hate parties and loud crowds, but if Nancy needs you there by her side, to hold her hand and remind her of how brave she is, then you’ll happily do so. 

Nancy sinks into her seat, relieved. “Thank you, I owe you one.”

“I’ll hold you to that, you know.”

Nancy throws a piece of paper at you and you dodge it, throwing your pencil at her in retaliation. The two of you break out into a fit of giggles until the librarian eventually snaps at you guys and reminds you to be quiet. 

You reluctantly get back to work, and as you’re writing down more complex equations, you notice that there’s still a far off look in Nancy’s eyes. You know that she’s still thinking about Barb, the guilt eating away at her, and you know that the topic is far from settled.

–  

Halloween is in full swing the second Jonathan drops you off at home from school. There’s already kids milling around up and down your block in an assortment of costumes, all squealing with joy as they collect their candy. 

“Meet you in two hours?” You ask Jonathan as you unbuckle your seatbelt. 

“Yeah, but remember that I’m not wearing a costume.”

“C’mon, bee! It’s Halloween, where’s your holiday spirit?”

Jonathan groans. “Nag at me all you want, I’m not dressing up. I will, however, offer to be your arm candy.” 

“That’s the spirit!” You kiss Jonathan’s cheek and run out of the car and straight into your house. You have two hours to wrap up goodie bags for the neighborhood kids and then get dressed in your costume. It’ll be a tight schedule, but luckily you’re off of work tonight. 

It takes you about an hour to assort all your gift bags, separating the boys’ bags from the local kids’ bags, and before you know it you’ve successfully hand packaged goodie bags for an entire army. Once you’re done, you run to your room and throw on your costume. The dress slips over your head and settles gently over you.

You stand in front of your mirror and smile. 

It’s perfect. 

You’re going as Princess Buttercup tonight for Halloween. You read the Princess Bride around the end of summer and quickly fell in love with Buttercup. You’re not sure if you fell in love with the character because you read the book right after pushing Steve away, or because you saw yourself in Buttercup, but you came to adore her. 

Buttercup may have been a bit ditzy, but she loved with everything within her, and with such a passion, that you couldn’t help but admire her. It was her love for others that ultimately drove the story further, and you think there’s something beautiful about that. 

The red dress fits perfectly around you and you grab the gold chain that will serve as your belt. Once you’ve secured it around yourself, you place Buttercup’s golden circlet around your head. The costume had been pricier than you would’ve preferred, but as you stand in front of the mirror, you truly do feel like a princess. 

Your bee necklace, a wonderful gift from Jonathan, catches light from your window and you smile, bringing your fingers up to the pendant. It’s the only jewelry you need.

“Y/N! Are you almost done? Will radioed that they’d be here soon.” Dustin pounds on your door. 

You fling the door open. “I’m done, I just need to put on some makeup.”

Your brother makes a face as he walks into your room and plops himself down onto the beanbag. “You own makeup?”

“Yes, dear brother. I’d wear it more often if I had the time, but between herding you around and my school assignments, I can’t.” You dig through your makeup bag, opting for just mascara and a shimmery pearl eyeshadow. You’ll put on your lipstick in the car to save some time. 

“This doesn’t have anything to do with Jonathan, does it?”

You roll your eyes at Dustin. “No, believe it or not I can choose to do things without the influence of others.”

“Hmm, alright. Hurry up though, Mike had this awesome plan to hit up every house with the big candy bars and–”

“Dustin!” You throw a pillow at the boy, shutting him up. “Shush so I can focus.”

He grumbles but remains silent, now watching as you put your makeup on. It’s been a while since you’ve last worn any, so you’re slower than usual. Just as you’re finishing up your mascara, a car honks outside. 

Dustin runs out the room and you quickly grab your lipstick and follow after him. You’re wearing your mother’s mary janes again and they pinch your feet as you run, but whatever. You feel pretty tonight, you’re somebody else for now, a princess free from any burdens and stress. 

Jonathan is standing outside his car, waiting for you, and when you see him you practically fling yourself in his arms. “You dressed as Westley!”

He spins you around a bit, his plastic sword hitting against his leg. “You wanted me to wear a costume, right?”

You nod, inspecting his costume with glee. He looks amazing, dressed in Westley’s iconic all black attire, his sword by his side, and a mask tied loosely around his neck. To anyone else, Jonathan would look like a regular guy with an affinity for black, but to you, he was dressed as your knight in shining armor. 

He’s the Westley to your Princess Buttercup. 

Jonathan kisses your knuckles. “Well then, as you wish.”

His words are smooth velvet against your skin, they warm you as the late October air encases you. As you wish, words that became their own I love you within the book. A promise, similar to the one Jonathan made you last year in the passenger seat of his car, pinkies intertwined. 

Something stirs within you, seeing Jonathan’s proud smirk on his face because he’s once again managed to surprise you, and the feeling is sickly sweet like syrup. It runs through you slowly, covering every inch of you, and you bask in it.

For now, he’s still yours. 

“Can we go now? You guys are gross.” Dustin calls from the car, annoyed. 

You and Jonathan spring apart in embarrassment. He laughs, rubs the back of his neck, and tells you, “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

“Why thank you,” you curtsy. “You look rather dashing yourself, good sir.”

“I wasn’t kidding. You look… you’re beautiful.” The sincerity in Jonathan’s voice cuts through you, it cuts through everything between you, and you can only smile. 

“Thanks, bee.” You try to keep your voice playful, light and airy as always. “Now, open my door like the brave hero you’re dressed as.” 

Jonathan opens your door with a bow, causing you to laugh. You’re sitting in the backseat with Dustin, Will is in the passenger seat, and once you’ve buckled up, Will spins around in his seat to talk to you as Jonathan starts the car.

“Do you think it’s lame that you and Jonathan trick-or-treat with us?

You blink. “What did I miss?”

“I think it’s kinda lame,” Dustin voices next to you, but he lets out a pained squeak after you’ve elbowed his ribs. 

Jonathan turns onto the main road and scoffs at the boys. “You think we’re lame?”

“No, but…” Will sinks into his seat, and you watch as he begins to fiddle with the strap of his bag. He’s nervous. “It’s not like Nancy’s coming to watch over Mike, you know?”

Jonathan’s silent, and you catch his eye in the rear view mirror. You know what he’s thinking: Will has been having even more problems in school, he’s sick of being babied, and yet here you guys are, babying him. 

You sigh. “Look, Will. We like trick-or-treating with you guys, we don’t go are your babysitters. We go because it’s fun and I get to enjoy free candy as a seventeen year old.” 

Will looks out the window and doesn’t acknowledge what you’ve said. You sigh again, knowing that nothing will appease him. He’s only allowed you to see a small portion of how much he’s struggled this year, but you can see his foundations crumbling. 

How is he expected to adapt if you and everyone around him refuse to let him do so?

You catch Jonathan’s eye again in the rear view mirror and he seems to be thinking the same thing. 

Mike and Lucas run out the Wheeler’s house as soon as you guys park in the driveway. Dustin immediately bolts out the door to greet them, obviously uncomfortable with all the tension, leaving you and Jonathan with Will.

Jonathan looks at you one last time and you nod your head in encouragement. He has to do this, he has to let Will grow on his own. 

“Hey, listen.” Jonathan says, stopping Will from leaving. “If I let you go on your own, you promise to stay in the neighborhood?”

Will’s face lights up. “Yeah! Yeah, totally.”

“And be back at Mike’s by 9:00.”

“9:30?”

You reach over and pat Will’s back. “Now you’re pushin’ it, buddy.”

“What Y/N said. Be back by 9:00.” Jonathan instructs, but there’s a fond smile on his face. “Deal?”

“Deal!”

The brothers shake on it and you watch them with a smile. Jonathan hands Will one of Bob’s cameras and makes a poor Dracula joke and you love these boys so much. You wave goodbye to Will as he quickly gets out of the car and runs over to his friends. There’s a new skip in his step, he’s happier than you’ve seen him in a while.

“Alright,” you crawl over the passenger seat and plop yourself in rather ungracefully. “I’d say that went well.”

“We made the right choice, right?”

“I hope so.”

Jonathan sighs and watches the kids, who have now started hitting each other with their candy bags. You flip down the windscreen and use the small mirror in it to apply your lipstick. When Jonathan sees what you’re doing, he does a double take.

“Wait, are you putting on lipstick?”

“Mhm,” you knit your brows together, focused. “We’re going to a party.”

“We are?”

“Nancy begged me to come, and we just left the boys to go trick-or-treating on their own, so what else are we supposed to do tonight?”

“Nancy begged you to come–”

You finish your lipstick and flick Jonathan’s nose to shut him up. “Stop asking so many questions and just start the car, doofus.”

– 

The Halloween party is in full swing by the time you and Jonathan arrive. There’s a bunch of drunk teens in an array of costumes, ranging from classic heroes to dumb movie references, and the music is so loud you could hear it while you were still five blocks away. 

Jonathan parks the car and looks around wearily. “Are we really doing this?”

“Unfortunately I hate disappointing people, so yeah. We are.”

“One day your people pleasing needs will get you in trouble.”

“I will stab you with your plastic sword.”

“So sweet to me,” Jonathan quips, which you roll your eyes at. 

As you’re walking to the front door, you hear a crowd chanting Billy’s name. You freeze, knowing it could only be that awful mullet guy from earlier, and quickly shove Jonathan inside the house. 

“Who’s Billy?” He asks, confused.

You shake your head. “Don’t worry about it, let’s try to find Nancy–”

“Nice costume.” A girl dressed in goth attire interrupts you, her eyes only on Jonathan. 

Oh great. Another girl interested in Jonathan. 

Jonathan looks between you and the girl. “Huh?” 

“Nice costume. Going as a goth with a sword?”

“Actually,” you step in front of Jonathan now, forcing the girl to acknowledge your presence. “We’re matching. He’s Westley, I’m Princess Buttercup. Do you like it?”

The goth girl rolls her eyes. “Yeah, totally.” She steps past you and faces Jonathan again. “I’m Samantha.”

Jonathan is again looking between you and the girl, this time with even more fear and confusion on his face, and you almost want to laugh at him in pity. He’s never had a girl so blatantly hit on him, it’s almost hilarious if you ignore the fact that you’re in love with him. 

You leave Jonathan to handle the situation himself, scanning the room for Nancy. When you finally spot her, your heart sinks. She’s dancing with Steve, who looks fucking criminally good in his costume. You’re not sure who he’s dressed as, but he puts his Raybans in his mouth and smirks at Nancy and suddenly you understand why so many girls whisper in the halls about his lips. 

Nancy looks even better, her white blouse accentuating her beauty even more. She’s dancing with her arms around Steve and now you suddenly really want a drink. Seems like they’ve made up, then. 

Right as you’re about to pull Jonathan away from that Samantha girl and call it quits for the night, defeated and pride wounded, you see Steve and Nancy begin to argue over by the punchbowl.

Shit. 

You head towards them, shoving past hoards of people who seem to refuse to move. Nancy sees you approaching and only seems to become more upset. Her movement is unsteady, her eyes droopy and glossed over, and even before you walk up to her you know she’s heavily drunk. She’s in a tug of war with Steve and a cup. It’s clear he’s trying to cut off her alcohol intake.

“Hey, Nancy is everything okay–” Your words are cut off as punch splashes all over her white blouse.

Everyone around the couple gasps, and you wince at all the attention. Everyone stares between you, Steve, and Nancy. You quickly find some napkins and begin blotting at her blouse, trying to get as much of the punch out of it, but she drunkenly bats you away. 

“Don’t need help,” she slurs, but you shush her. 

“I got it, why don’t we go get some water?”

Steve steps in front of you now, aware of the fact that everyone is still staring, and says his first words to you in months. “She’s my girlfriend, I’ll take care of her. Just… just go, Y/N.” 

He dismisses you with a wave and you feel hurt wash over you. He hadn’t even spared you a single glance, he just treated you like some annoying fly in his way. You watch, defeated, as Steve guides Nancy to a room and you’re left alone at a party you hadn’t even wanted to go to in the first place. 

How fun. 

You crumble up one of the napkins in your hand and will away your anger. You don’t deserve to feel angry at Steve’s actions, you’re the one who was so dismissive of him in the first place. He’s just following along, doing what you’ve forced him to do. 

As you’re lost in thought, Billy corners you in the kitchen.

“We meet again, sweetheart.” His breath reeks of alcohol and you cringe, the smell burning your nose. 

“Didn’t I tell you to learn some goddamn personal space?” 

Billy laughs dryly, stepping forward every time you take a step back. Too late, you realize what he’s doing. Before you can stop it, he has your back pressed against a nearby wall. “Now where’s the fun in that?”

You look around, but everyone who had been in the kitchen earlier seems to have left or are far too drunk to realize what’s happening. Billy is peering over you and every part of you wants to run away, to cower. You’ve never been able to handle aggressive men well, no matter how much of a front you put on around Lonnie, you always trembled when he was near. 

Billy is no different, and he sees your unease. “Aw, is the princess nervous?”

“I’m surprised Max taught you what a princess looks like.”

At the mention of Max’s name, Billy’s cocky grin slips. Confusion masks his face now, making him appear more human than obnoxiously handsome. “So you know my little sister?”

You try to shove past him, but Billy plants his feet down and places both arms against the wall, trapping you. He’s surrounded you, he wants a reaction out of you. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to steady your heartbeat and appear indifferent. 

“I have my ways,” you shrug, but your heartbeat still pounds rapidly. 

Billy raises an eyebrow. “Pretty and intelligent. Why, look at you. I’m impressed, and yet I still don’t know your name.”

You try again to move, but Billy leans his head down and brings his lips to your ear to whisper, “I’ll beg for it, if you want me to.”

“Get off–” He’s too close. He’s too fucking close and his lips against your ear makes you want to throw up, you don’t like this and you feel so fucking pathetic being cornered by such an egotistical asshole. 

“Tell me your name, and I’ll go.” There’s a smile in Billy’s voice, you can hear it without even having to look, and it enrages you. You fucking hate men like him. 

“Just get the fuck off of me–” You’ve closed your eyes now as you shove harshly against his chest.

Suddenly there’s a thud, a loud “oomph”, and a collective gasp from onlookers at the party. Your hands meet the air, there’s now no one there to push against. Slowly, open your eyes. There, standing in front of you, is Steve holding a very angry Jonathan back while Billy is on the ground.

Jonathan yanks his arm free from Steve and stands over Billy, who is laying on the ground with yet another unnerving smile on his face. Your friend shakes his fist out, which you now see is red, Billy’s face showcases a matching mark. “She told you to get off of her.” 

A silence falls over the crowd.

Billy slowly stands up, wipes himself off, and then takes a bow. “Not bad, loner boy.”

Jonathan tries to step closer to him, but Steve grabs his shirt and shakes his head. “He’s not worth it, man.” 

“And what do you know about worth, Harrington?” Billy chuckles, now practically in Steve’s face. “Where’s that little girlfriend of yours? You should go ask her what she thinks you’re worth.” 

Steve’s face hardens, but you can see dried tears in his eyes. Seeing him about to crumble, you step between the boys. “Enough.”

They look at you, but you ignore them and then wave to the crowd of people still watching. “Show’s over! Go back to drinking away your sorry fucking lives.”

Jonathan pulls you close to him. “Bug, are you okay? Did he hurt you? We need to go home, I’ll bake you brownies and we can just–”

Jonathan’s concerned rambling is enough to make you smile, albeit faintly. “I’m fine, bee.”

Billy observes the interaction, he notices how Steve’s eyes flicker between your interlocked hands with Jonathan and the way your hair frames your pretty face. He sees it all, and he understands exactly what’s happening here. 

“Oh, Harrington.” Billy can’t wait to see what happens next. “You’re fucked.”

Steve watches as Billy leaves, confused by his words but too tired to think much of them. He’s had the worst fucking night of his life. His girlfriend just told him she doesn’t love him, then he came outside to see Billy pressing himself against you like some fucking creep. He hadn’t even gotten to help you, Jonathan had beaten him to it. All Steve could do was hold the guy back afterwards. 

Now Jonathan is holding your hands and whispering comforting words to you and you’re dressed in Steve’s favorite color, your lips an even prettier red, you’re wearing a goddamn tiara on your head like the princess you truly are, and Steve’s had just about enough of tonight. 

“I’m glad you’re okay, Y/N.” Steve tells you tiredly. He then turns to Jonathan. “Uh, Nance and I sorta… Can you just, give her a ride home? She doesn’t…”

Steve’s words catch in his throat and you grab his hand before you can stop yourself. “He’ll take her, won’t you, Jonathan?”

Jonathan stumbles over his words. “Sure, uh. Yeah, I can do that… What about you, though?”

You think about your conversation with Nancy earlier, how she seemed so upset with Steve, and how not even ten minutes ago they’d been fighting over by the punchbowl. There’s a hurt between them, one you think may be too big to patch up with just one conversation, but Jonathan doesn’t know all of this. 

“I’ll drive Steve home.”

Both boys stare at you like you’re insane, and honestly? You can’t blame them. 

You haven’t spoken to Steve in months, and Jonathan knows this better than anyone. 

“Y/N,” Steve lowers his voice. “I haven’t had anything to drink, there’s no need–”

“Too bad. I’m taking you home. Jonathan, go find Nancy and make sure she gets back okay.”

Jonathan and Steve try to argue, but you yank Steve’s hand and make him come with you. It’s long past time the two of you had a talk, anyways.

– 

When you exit the house, the weight of everything that’s just happened catches up to you. Your skin still feels raw, Billy’s presence lingering on you. Steve’s hand is warm in yours, but he isn’t holding on the way you secretly hoped he would. Jonathan’s confused and concerned eyes remain in the back of your mind, the image of him standing alone in the party makes you feel guilty. 

But you have to do this. You’re tired of being a coward.

Steve is silent as he guides you to his car. He’s parked pretty far, which you hadn’t been expecting. “What, do you not get a special parking spot as King Steve?”

He ignores your attempt at a joke and instead drops your hand. 

Okay. You deserved that. 

When you get to his car, Steve throws you the keys and silently gets into the passenger seat. You inhale, willing this to end well, and get in the driver’s seat. You start the car and the engine warms your fingertips. 

You start to drive. 

Steve is looking out the window, and you’ve never seen him appear so small. He’s closed into himself, his shoulders are hunched and his carefree smile from earlier is gone. 

“Not to make this awkward, but I kinda don’t know where you live.” You break the silence.

“Make a left up here.”

“Do you want to talk about what happened tonight–”

“Why do you only ever care about me when I’m some kicked fucking puppy?”

Steve’s words are vicious, and you flinch at his tone. “You know that’s not true,”

“It’s not?” He scoffs at you. “Then explain what happened this summer.”

“I…” You can’t. 

Steve sees your reluctance to say anything and lets out a harsh laugh. “Yeah, whatever. Some real fucking friend you were.”

You take a shaky breath. You knew this would be hard, but it still hurts more than you thought it would’ve. While you can’t tell Steve everything, you can offer him a half truth. It’s all you can afford, and it isn’t nearly half of what he deserves, but it’s all you can do. “I got scared.”

Your confession causes Steve to turn to you. “Scared?”

“Yeah, scared.”

“Gee, Y/N. That really explains a ton.”

You’re losing him again, so you offer him more. “I’m sorry, Steve. I really am. It’s just… I got scared, I’ve never been good at letting people in. I know it doesn’t excuse my actions, and you didn’t deserve any of it, but you just… You scared me.”

Steve is silent again, only mumbling a quiet, “Turn right after this light.”

“Look,” you push down your fear, you need him to hear you. “You came crashing into my life in such a violent way, and it became the best goddamn thing that happened to me. There you were, spending every day at my job just to talk to me. You asked me questions about myself and noticed things no one else had before and I just… I couldn’t do it.”

You look over at Steve and soften your voice, putting every ounce of your guilt and sincerity into your words. “I missed you.”

“Missed?” There’s something in Steve’s voice that you can’t quite decipher, it’s almost too delicate to examine. 

“Miss. I miss you,” you correct, and it takes everything within you not to confess more. To tell him you miss how his eyes turn a warm toffee in the late afternoon light, that you miss his obsession with his mom’s banana bread and that you have a recipe at home that you never got to make for him. You almost tell him that even though you pulled yourself away, you can’t seem to separate him from you. He’s everywhere. 

But what you can’t tell Steve, what would break you if he ever found out, is that you’ve come to love how he’s everywhere.

Steve is silent, and you swallow down your tears. It wasn’t enough, but at least you tried. 

As you turn into his driveway, Steve finally speaks. “All my life, all I’ve ever wanted was for people to like me.”

“Steve…”

“And every time I think someone finally likes me, I’m wrong. They leave me. I mean, you left me without a fucking word, Nancy lied about loving me, and my bullshit friends at school have replaced me with Billy.” 

Nancy lied about loving him?

Steve looks down at his hands, his eyelashes are wet with fresh tears. “I don’t know what I keep doing wrong.” 

You throw yourself across the car’s console and wrap yourself around the boy. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Steve places one arm around you, then slowly he places his other, and for the first time in months you’re finally back in his arms. He’s surrounded in you again, and he never, ever wants to let you go. 

“You won’t leave me again?”

Steve asks this so softly, as if too scared to bring the words into the light and risk them scaring you away. You tighten your arms around him and bury your nose into his neck, his cologne making your brain dizzy. “Never. 

And it’s enough for now. 

The pieces settle between you and Steve. Something clicks into place and you know that he feels it, too. He tightens his own arms around you, draws small circles against your back, and you stay like that for what feels like hours. 

Eventually the two of you break apart and head into his house. He offers you something warm to drink, but you decline. It’s late, you should be heading home soon. You ask Steve where his phone is and then call Jonathan, telling him to come get you from Steve’s.

Jonathan doesn’t ask any questions, his own voice sounding off on the phone. You know that tomorrow you’ll have to explain to him what happened with Steve, and he’ll have to explain what’s happened with Nancy. But tonight, you both settle on ignoring the topic for now. 

Steve waits with you downstairs for Jonathan. 

“If we’re going to be friends again, then I demand my nickname.” 

You look up at the boy and laugh. “What if I told you I still haven’t figured it out yet?”

“Can you at least give me a hint?” Steve bats his eyelashes at you and you shove him away with another laugh.

“Hm,” you think for a moment, reveling in the simplicity between you two again. “It’s lovely. That’s all I can say.”

Steve makes a face. “Lovely? That’s all I get?”

“Mhm.” You poke his face. “For now, please just trust that I’ll stay.”

Steve looks away for a moment, and you admire his lovely side profile, before he finally seems to settle on his thoughts. “Fine, but I expect some type of baked good every day from here on out.”

“Deal.” You raise your pinky and offer it to Steve, who smiles and shakes his head, but wraps his own pinky around yours.

Steve’s eyes are still red, from exhaustion and heartbreak, and yours are probably no better. You know there’s so much the two of you have to face tomorrow morning, to talk about and deal with. Nancy, Jonathan, Billy. But for now, Steve’s pinky is around yours and you couldn’t ask for a better end to your night. 

It’s a start.

It’s all you could’ve asked for. 

Jonathan arrives later and waits in the car, seeming to sense that you want some privacy as you say goodbye to Steve. 

“That’s my ride.” You nudge him. “Oh, don’t think I forgot about the Nancy thing. We’ll talk about that tomorrow.”

“What–”

“We’re friends again and I nag all my friends about their emotions. You were spared last year, but this year? Buckle up, buddy.”

Steve lets out a tired laugh. “Do I have to sign another contract?”

“Nah, you just have to trust me.”

“I do.” He says, no ounce of hesitation. 

You squeeze his hand. “Then that’s all I need. Goodnight, Steve. Get some rest.”

Steve nods and watches as you walk towards Jonathan’s car. He stays outside for a while, long after the car has faded in the distance. The cold air makes him shiver, but after everything that’s happened tonight, he welcomes it. His mind is spinning, he’s not sure if he feels more heartbreak or relief, but he decides he doesn’t care. 

For now, he’s content. 

Now that he has you in his life again, no matter what happens between him and Nancy, he knows he’ll get through it with you holding his hand. 

– 

The drive home is quiet. Both you and Jonathan seem to be lost in your own thoughts. When you get to your house, you simply tell your friend, “Tomorrow. We’ll talk about it all tomorrow,”

Jonathan nods, his eyes as tired as yours. “Tomorrow.”

You walk inside your house and notice all the lights off. You’re home later than you originally planned, your mom must be asleep already. You kick off your shoes and sigh tiredly. Tonight has exhausted you. 

However, you feel bad about skipping out on the boys, so you walk towards Dustin’s room and quietly knock on the door to apologize. After a few knocks, Dustin cracks his door open. “Yes?”

“Hey, just wanted to ask how tonight…” You notice Dustin’s stance, how he seems to almost be trying to block your view of something. “Is everything alright?”

Your brother quickly repositions himself. “Fine! Nothin’ to see here!”

He’s definitely acting suspicious. 

“Open the door, show me what’s inside.”

You go to shove your way in, but Dustin scrambles and ends up shouting, “Will had another episode tonight!

“What?” You freeze. 

Dustin lets out a breath of relief. He knew using Will’s episode would be a good distraction from what he has in his room. “Will, he had another episode. He’s fine, though… Just thought you should know.”

“Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?”

“Actually,” Dustin lets out a yawn. “I’m kinda tired. Ya know, trick-or-treating is hard work. Can we just call it a night and talk about it tomorrow?”

“I mean, I guess?” Your list of things you need to talk about tomorrow keeps growing. 

“Sweet! Goodnight, Y/N!” And with that, Dustin slams his door in your face. He presses his back pressed against his door as he steadies his heartbeat. That was close, too close. After a couple seconds, he walks over to his turtle’s tank and greets Dart again. “Sorry buddy, had to get Y/N away. She’d freak if she found out about you.”

Dart lets out a small screech in response. 

“Wonder how long I can keep this from her.”

Meanwhile, you stand in the hall for a moment, completely bewildered as to what’s just happened. It feels like you missed a few important details. There’s something happening, but you have no idea what.

You go to your room and make a plan. Tomorrow, you’ll order a code blue with Dustin and demand information. For now, all you can do is get ready for bed and hope that whatever he’s hiding, it isn’t as monumental as El had been. 

Tonight, you go to bed thinking of Nancy and Steve, worried about them both.

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at a blacksmithing class rn and lowkey thinking about giving Pran all my funky craftsman skills 😂 god forbid you ask him to change a shower head, but need a handcrafted letter opener or glass paperweight? he gotchu

[dragon-kazansky]

Hai loveeee!!! It's me againnnnn....I'm sorry I just had an idea for Goose...if you don't mind🥺🥺🥺 Our big stud needs some hype, he deserves it....but anywho...so...I was thinking, Mav and Goose just arrived to Top Gun and on their first day, they meet reader at training, she is even more reckless and dangerous then Mav but she is an amazing pilot, she wins most of the dogfights but when she gets out of the plain, she is just the sweetes most bubbly human being on planet earth, everyone really likes her, even Iceman and Goose literally just falls head over heals and he is just a lost puppy following his owner and gere comes the plot twist(not really), the reader is tge same (shorter🤣😂) tiny little lost puppy following around Goose and trying to be not that obvious.

Aww!! Goose!!!

I love him 🥺💕

And don't apologise for sending a request! I'm happy to get them!!!

[simp47koreancrackheads]

I’m rereading this bc when I started it, life was shit and stressful, and this deserves my whole attention lmao. So here we go againnnnn~~

This reader went through a shit ton of emotions for this Namjoon. Excited to meet him, seeing how dreamily handsome he is, realizing he’s actually kinda messy, and him ending up being a nightmare to live with; to the point you wear ear canceling headphones and having to sleep on your back?!?!! Criminal. !!!

And, on top of all that, she’s lusting badddd for him. I mean, can you judge her?! I’d too, be wet with just one look. Damn him, being that hot, messy af and literally the worst roommate 🥴😩❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Did NOT needed the mental image of him with tight boxers, a shirt and a fucking happy trail😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 but I’m thankful, nevertheless 😂❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

It must be frustrating as fuckkkk hating his guts, but him being the reason you came that hard.

This feels like a one ticket to hell, no turning back, and I’m👏🏼 here 👏🏼 for 👏🏼 it👏🏼😍❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

A Fine Line 1

Pairing: Namjoon x f!reader

Genre: roommates/enemies-to-lovers, non-idol!au

Word count: 4.4k

Summary: It’s time to rebuild your life. You’ve got a new job, a new apartment, and a future that might be bright. The only problem? Your new roommate.

Content: masturbation (f.), alcohol consumption (but not drunkenness)

Beta’d, like the whole series, by M @here2bbtstrash 😘😘😘

Chapter Two | Masterlist

1 – Desperate Times 

It was a bad idea. Of course it was. Signing for a room in a shared apartment, sight unseen, was always going to be a bad idea. You knew that when you agreed to it and when you signed the papers and when you handed over your deposit. When has that kind of risk turned out well for anyone? But beggars can’t be choosers; desperate times call for desperate measures etc. You knew what you were getting yourself into.  

At least, you thought you did. 

You approached the apartment door with trepidation, hands gripping the handles of your two suitcases – pretty much all your worldly possessions at this point – so tightly just to stop them shaking. The estate agent opened the door and ushered you in. You were pleasantly surprised to see it; it looked light and clean and modern and really much like any apartment you might have chosen yourself. You almost allowed yourself to breathe a sigh of relief. Then you saw your roommate.  

The estate agent had told you that he had taken the morning off work specially, so he could meet you. Delays on your end meant that it was already noon so he was going to have to rush off as soon as introductions were made. You were fine with that; you were about to be living together so there was plenty of time to get to know each other. The estate agent walked over to a closed door and knocked lightly. The door opened, but the angle of it meant that you couldn’t see his face as he spoke. A brief, quiet exchange took place and the door closed again. 

The estate agent smiled, slightly awkwardly, and laid out your paperwork on the kitchen counter while you waited for your new roommate to appear. You were still reading through the inventory when you heard a throat clear. You looked up and were unable to suppress a minor whimper. He didn’t appear to have heard you and you thanked the lord.  

“Hi,” he said, “I’m Namjoon.” His voice was thick and deep, reverberating in you somewhere dark and warm.  

He held his hand out towards you and you shook it mindlessly, just about able to mutter your own name in introduction. As he smiled widely and apologised profusely for having to immediately rush off, you nodded dumbly. 

He wasn’t handsome. Well, yes, he was. He was possibly even objectively good-looking. Tall, dark, and handsome like a romance author had written him into existence. His eyes, dark, deep and looking piercingly at you, they sent a spark right through your core; then when he smiled and they all but disappeared, little crescent moons of mirth, crinkling at the corners, you had to suppress another whimper. But that’s not what knocked you out. The power of his charisma, his aura, was overwhelming. Your heart pounded and you were a little ashamed to have felt your thighs press tightly together of their own accord as a small knot of desire formed low inside you. As he walked to the door and left the building, he dragged your eyes with him. Utterly flustered, you barely said goodbye to the estate agent as she left you alone in your new apartment. Your new shared apartment. That you would have to live in with the most handsome man you’d ever seen in real life.  

You didn’t know what to do; your head was swimming. You were bowled over by the force of your desire, the likes of which you couldn’t even remember feeling. Some long-forgotten, lost part of you had just come dangerously alive. You tried to tell yourself it was the stress of moving; you were weak, vulnerable. It didn’t matter. You had to get a hold of yourself if this living situation were going to be anything other than a total disaster. Rolling your eyes at yourself, you had to accept there was just one thing for it.  

You strapped on your big girl pants and quickly made for your new bedroom. You shut the door firmly behind you and flung yourself on the bed. It was ok, you told yourself, because you didn’t know him yet. This was a one-time thing. You hitched your dress up and slid your knickers off – blushing furiously, despite being alone, when you realised how wet they were, how easy you were. You touched yourself quickly, furiously, trying desperately not to picture his face as you came. Trying and failing.  

As your head cleared and your heart rate settled, you looked around at your new room and a cold wave of dread washed over you. Sheets on the bed. Toys, figurines, photos on the shelves, a pile of clothes on the floor, a half empty cup of water on the bedside table. In your desperate impatience to deal with yourself, you had failed to notice any of these blindingly obvious signs that this was not your room. It was his. Sweat pricked all over your body and your heart began to thump again. Momentarily paralysed with panic, you had visions of him suddenly returning – he’d forgotten something, his phone, his wallet – and walking in on you. You came to and raced out of there, grabbing your soiled underwear on the way, and slammed into the room next door. On your hands and knees, you crawled to the floor-length window and pressed your hot cheek against it. The room was empty but for a bed, some built-in cupboards, and a chest of drawers in the corner. Yeah, that was more like it. 

It took you a while to regain your composure and you unpacked quietly and neatly, trying to put it all behind you. When all of your things were away, you sneaked into Namjoon’s room just one more time; you straightened out the bedsheets and checked to make sure you hadn’t made a mess of them, exhaling heavily when you saw you were in the clear. You shut the door behind you as you left and gave your whole body a shake. It was fine. No one had to know. Nothing happened. This apartment was a fresh start for you and you had to make it work. You were going to make it work.  

You decided to go out and buy some homely touches for your bedroom to cheer it up a little, and then, when Namjoon still wasn’t home, you decided to make dinner for the two of you. It slightly assuaged the guilt you felt about wanking in his bedroom five minutes after you moved in and would provide a good opportunity for you to get know him. It would also help test your mettle; if you were going to survive a year living in this place, you needed to know just how badly you were going down for this man.  

You cooked and dished up and checked the time. Gone 8pm. Even later than you’d expected but he still hadn’t come home. You wondered how long you should wait. There didn’t seem to be much point in letting it all go cold. You started and ate, disappointment deflating you slowly as the minutes ticked by.  

With a sigh, you packed his dinner into Tupperware and shoved it in the fridge. You decided to leave a post-it note on it, letting him know he could eat it. It’s nice to be nice, you reasoned. You cleaned up, washed up, cleaned yourself up and it was 10pm. Still no Namjoon. You shrugged it off; it’s not as if you’d actually made plans; you had just sort of assumed he would come home straight after work. You moved into your bedroom, settling down in your clean sheets, looking out of the window at a new view. The first night in a strange, new home was always weird. It wasn’t yours yet. You sunk down under the covers and wondered what the morning would bring.  

The morning brought nothing much of anything. You were anxious about when you could use your shared bathroom, not wanting to make him late, but equally, not wanting to be late yourself. You rushed through your morning ablutions but needn’t have bothered; he either left extremely early or was still in bed. Then it occurred to you that he might not even have come home at all; you shrugged off the tiny needle of jealousy you felt at the thought and went to work.  

You didn’t see Namjoon again the rest of that week. It was a bit like living with a ghost. No, scratch that, a poltergeist. You didn’t see him but you certainly heard him, coming in at all hours, knocking things over, his deep voice carrying through the walls and keeping you up. Things moved overnight; your food disappeared from the fridge, the tell-tale beep of the microwave in the small hours giving him away. You didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot, but it was really starting to piss you off. Did he not realise there was someone else living here now, too? You decided to give him another week, then maybe you’d tell him to be a bit more considerate.  

It was Friday night and you had invited your closest friend, Lina, over for drinks. She was keen to see the new apartment and desperate to see your new roommate. You had, of course, told her what you’d done and she had squealed in delight; being deeply, boringly married to a man she met and fell in love with when she was 18 meant that vicariously living through you was the most excitement she got in the romance department. You almost felt awkward as you settled onto the sofa, bottle of wine on the coffee table between you; it still felt like you were just a guest in Namjoon’s apartment and you didn’t know what he usually did on a Friday. Maybe he had his friends over; maybe you were taking over his space. 

“Oh stop it!” Lina swatted your arm. “You’re paying rent, aren’t you? This is a communal living space; you have as much right to spend time here as he does.” 

She was right, of course, but you didn’t know Namjoon at all; you had said literally one word ever to him – your own name – so you didn’t know how he would react. He might view it as an intrusion. Or he might not.  

“True, true,” you replied. “Maybe he’ll come home at a reasonable hour and we’ll actually be able to talk to him. I suppose I have sort of been hiding out in my room…” 

Namjoon didn’t return until your first bottle of wine was empty. Both heads whipped to look at the front door as you heard the lock turn.  

“Oh, hi.” He looked between the two of you and you thought for a second he couldn’t remember what you looked like and wasn’t sure which one of you he was living with. Then he caught your eyes and you stifled another whimper in your throat. He extended his hand to Lina. “I’m Namjoon, nice to meet you.” 

His deep voice reverberated through you just as it had before and you drained your glass of wine. You needed more fortitude than you had. 

“I’m Lina.” She leant forward to shake his hand and smiled sweetly, but you knew her better than that and you knew exactly what she was going to say as soon as he left the room. 

“Um, you can join us if you like,” you offered, trying to sound casual while your heart hammered in your chest. You stood from the sofa and walked to the kitchen for another bottle, desperate to get out of the heat of his gaze. You could feel his eyes follow you and you held the fridge open a little longer than you needed to, trying to cool your flushed body. 

“Ah, no, thank you. I have a thing tonight.” 

“Aw, that’s a shame,” Lina said. “Next time?” 

He grunted non-committally and shut himself in his bedroom.  

You returned to the sofa with another bottle of wine as Lina screamed silently at you. 

“Oh my god!” she mouthed, fanning herself. You were about to reply when his bedroom door opened and you had to pretend to be chatting casually as he moved into the bathroom, a towel over his shoulder. “Jesus Christ, y/n,” she hissed at you when the bathroom door closed. “You weren’t kidding.” 

You mouthed back at her and the two of you had a whispered, almost silent conversation about him until you heard the shower turn off and you were forced to change the subject lest he overhear you. 

You didn’t see him leave the bathroom in only a towel to go back into his bedroom – you were too busy ferreting under the table for the wine’s screwcap which you had knocked there – and you were grateful for it. When he emerged for the final time, you almost choked on your mouthful of wine. He had swapped baggy jeans and a T-shirt for a crisp, white button down, black slacks, and dress shoes. His hair was swept back over his forehead and you gulped as you watched him clasp a watch around his wrist. You bit your lip as Lina kicked you hard and brought you to your senses. He didn’t appear to have noticed your staring and you were grateful. 

“Have fun, Namjoon!” she sang as he crossed the room to the door. He nodded. “You’ll have to join us next time!” she called at the closing door. It was your turn to kick her. 

“You are going to have to do something about that,” she told you. “I think you’re going to have to fuck him.” 

“Lina!” 

“Oh, it’s not as if you don’t want to! Look at your pupils; they are so big.” 

“Yeah, ’cause I’m fucking drunk right now.” 

“No.” She pointed aggressively at you. “You are drunk with lust.” 

You sighed, frustrated. 

“Do I want him? Yes. Am I literally wet right now? Also, yes-” 

Lina squawked and pushed you away with her feet. 

“But we are roommates; I have to live with him! And I don’t even know him; I think he might actually be an arsehole.” 

Lina shrugged. 

“You’ve had worse.” 

That much, at least, was true. 

Days upon days passed and you settled into a reasonably comfortable routine. Namjoon was no quieter at night, he continued to eat your food, and he left stuff everywhere, but you’d lived with worse. You figured he was a reasonable person – not that you’d really had the chance to get to know him – and were just waiting for a time when you’d be able to talk to him about it. It had to be soon, before your simmering resentment boiled over, but catching him was proving rather difficult. He spent a lot of time at work, leaving and returning at irregular hours – often when you were not yet out of bed or already in it – and when he wasn’t at work, he was in his ‘studio’: the third bedroom he had converted and filled with music equipment. You didn’t want to disturb him while he worked and you were pretty sure he wouldn’t have been able to hear you knock at the door anyway, given how loudly he insisted on playing music – even wearing headphones, the noise leaked out the door. You felt like a ditherer, standing outside his office, waiting for a momentary lull in which you might be able to get his attention. You hated ditherers.  

Eventually, though, an opportunity arose. 

You were making yourself a coffee in the kitchen when he shuffled in and dumped some dirty dishes in the sink. You had to grab the bull by the horns; steeling yourself with a deep breath, you turned around. 

“Hey, Namjoon,” you said, as breezily as you could muster.  

He was already on his way out of the room but turned to look at you, his dark eyes wide and mouth slightly open in surprise. 

You cursed yourself under your breath when your legs trembled. One look at his face and every word you’d ever known evaporated into the air. Your head was empty.  

“Um,” your voice shook and you had to look away; your face was burning. You had – remarkably but truly – forgotten that he looked like that. His messy bed hair and grey tracksuit trousers worn unforgivably low on his hips didn’t help. You had been anxious about having the conversation anyway but the bead of sweat that ran down your back was all him.  

“I’ve just been noticing…” you began. Despite having had this conversation with him a hundred times in your head, you hadn’t really finalised what you wanted to say. “I know there was a bit of time when you lived here on your own before I moved in…” You looked pointedly at anywhere but him; you couldn’t look him in the eye when you were trying to – gently – scold him. You could not look at that face and keep your composure. “It’s just there’s often quite a lot of stuff left about and um, when you leave dishes in the sink, it means I have to wash them and-” 

“Oh,” he said heavily. It was clearly not the conversation he had been expecting. You looked somewhere just over his shoulder, still avoiding eye contact, and he ruffled the hair at the back of his head. “Uh, sure, sure. Sorry. I, uh, I’ll do better.”  

You smiled timidly; you hadn’t actually finished but fine. This was fine. For now at least. A slightly awkward silence descended and he clapped his hands together. 

“Ok then… I’ll uh,” he pointed back to his bedroom and sauntered off. You turned back to your coffee and leant heavily on the counter. Had that gone well? You reasoned that it hadn’t exactly gone badly, but then you saw his dishes in the sink. Which he had just left. You sighed and looked at his closed studio door. Now that he was out of sight, you felt your confidence return; you wanted to go and knock on that door and tell him, actually, it’s not just the dishes, but it’s everything else, too. It’s the food and the loud noise late at night and the stuff, the stuff, the stuff everywhere. You picked up your mug and walked towards his bedroom; then the handle turned and you veered off, scuttling back into your own bedroom as Namjoon emerged again. Shutting the door, you told yourself that he was definitely coming back out to wash up after himself. Probably. Maybe. 

As the days ticked into weeks, nothing changed. Nothing, that is apart from your feelings for him. You were exhausted by the way in which you were continually bowled over by the physical fact of him; fatigued from the way you wanted him; frustrated both that you couldn’t have him and that you, it turned out, didn’t think you really liked him all that much. 

Your frustration soured into resentment which you heroically managed to keep at a low simmer for far longer than you had expected you would. But the temperature was rising. Namjoon was an agent of chaos. Stuff just seemed to fall over when he approached; things appeared in places that they should never have been and disappeared from places they should; all communal spaces were filled with discarded remnants of his life: jackets, jumpers, socks, books, one thousand pairs of ear buds, pens scattered on every surface and stuffed beside every seat cushion; mail left, sometimes opened, sometimes unopened, on the kitchen counter before being moved to the coffee table and then re-appearing in the fruit bowl on successive days. You didn’t understand how one person could have so much crap and be so incapable of keeping on top of it. You had moved from carefully placing things back where they belonged to carefully moving things out of the way to straight up sweeping stuff on to the fucking floor because if he didn’t give a shit, why should you? It wasn’t your crap. You kept your crap contained like a proper adult, like a nice person. When you hoovered, you hoovered around it and if you accidentally sucked something up? Well, maybe he should’ve put away. Not that he ever seemed to notice. The number of things he must have lost over the years and yet he still hadn’t learnt to take care of any of it. He had no respect. No respect for his own things, and no respect for you. None whatsoever. It made your blood boil.  

He was still eating your food. You had begun to make meals in excess, buying a family’s worth of groceries each week just to ensure that you would have enough to eat once he had had his fill. You stomped around the supermarket, growling to yourself about how you’re not his fucking mother and you can’t really afford to just be buying all his fucking food. You scowled into the pan as you cooked and decimated vegetables with your knife with such violence that you once almost took the tip of your finger off. You briefly considered poisoning him – not fatally, just a little bit, just enough to make him pause the next time he went to take your food out of the fridge. You didn’t, of course, too risky. But you thought about it. You thought about it a lot.  

You lay, at night, in your bed, on your back, ear plugs in and noise-cancelling headphones on. You were a side-sleeper- you had been a side-sleeper before this. But now, due to the constant rumble of his voice vibrating through your walls and the rhythmic booming of music at all hours of the night, now you had to be a back-sleeper to keep your headphones on if you wanted to get a single shred of sleep. You would entertain yourself as you drifted off thinking of a million different ways to satisfy your murderous rage. Entirely imaginary, of course. Because, whilst all of that made him infuriating to live with, there was something even worse. 

The worst part of it was that every single time you came face to face with him, your entire body ran hot and cold. His voice sent shivers down your spine. He once brushed up against you in the kitchen to reach a high shelf above you and your pussy throbbed so violently you almost gasped. You couldn’t stand him. You hated him. He angered you each and every single day that you had to put up with his shit, which was every day. He was an inconsiderate, selfish motherfucker who managed to ruin your life daily without even having to see you. You hated him. It was that simple. Namjoon the man, Namjoon the person, you hated with such great intensity you were sure it was going to give you high blood-pressure. But Namjoon the fantasy? The Namjoon in your head: tall, broad, muscular; with dark, penetrating eyes and long, dextrous fingers; the Namjoon who read poetry and art history and who could probably squat you, or even bench you, without breaking a sweat? He also kept you up at night. You didn’t want him to. You tried so hard not to let him in your head. But every time you touched yourself, he was brought violently to the forefront of your mind.  

One morning, you were sitting in the living room, drinking tea, slowly starting your day when he wandered out of his room. Hair on end, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and a T-shirt, he yawned widely and stretched his arms skyward as he headed to the kitchen. You glanced over and inhaled so sharply when you saw the tiny trail of dark hair leading from his navel to his underwear that you choked on your tea. You tried to cover it with a cough and he looked at you, slightly dazed and only half awake. You immediately turned away and tried to think of something, anything, but that dark line of hair and the secrets it led down to. You couldn’t think of how tight his underwear was; you had to pretend not to have noticed. For your own self-preservation, your observations ended at the elastic of his boxers on his hips, you told yourself.  

Hyper-aware of him, you waited, tense and alert for him to make himself a coffee and get a snack and amble back to his room, totally unaware that you sat with your heart hammering in your chest and fluttering in your cunt. You didn’t dare move for the longest time, utterly paralysed with desire. Your tea sat on the table, cold and undrunk, and you pressed your palms against the coffee table, trying to ground yourself. It was no good. You slunk, keeping your legs tightly together, back to your bedroom. You shut the door, locked it, then double and triple-checked that you locked it. You whined quietly as you removed your own underwear and found it soaked. You knew how thin the walls were and knew you would have to keep it really, really quiet. You bit down on your lip, hard, and pushed two fingers inside yourself. You curled them against your front wall and rocked, resting the heel of your hand over your clit, grinding into the friction. You gasped as your walls clenched hard around your fingers, your orgasm approaching far too quickly. Unable to stop yourself, you moaned and then, panicking, grabbed a pillow and stuffed it over your face. You let yourself go, groaning loudly, your hips bucking as your fingers pressed hard against you. You were about to crest when a single image popped into your head. You cried out – still muffled by the pillow – and came hard with a sudden shudder. And that was it. Never again were you able to cum without the image of Namjoon’s little happy trail presenting itself to you. Never again could you look at him without the vague imprint of knowledge of what lay beneath his clothes rearing its head.  

That was why you couldn’t confront him. That was why you couldn’t tell him to get his shit together and think about someone else for a change. Because you knew that, if he asked, you’d get on your knees for him. Over and over and over again. And you hated it.

Masterlist | Chapter Two

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

Okay, got you more songs in the meantime because I decided to be a pain in my own ass and try to make you a digital drawing when I suck at it being done quickly

Confidence by Oscar Scheller and Ashnikko - Adrien wanting to reach out </3

Shake it out by Doll Skin - Regret, regret, regret, regret, regret, regret, regret, regret, regret, regret, regret, regret.

CULPA by Wos and Ricardo Mollo - GOD THIS SONG IS ADRIEN IN A GUILT SPIRAL ABOUT BEING CONTROLLED BY HIS DAD AND FEELING LIKE SHIT FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO COMPLETELY FIGHT BACK VIBES ALL OVER (also spanish again, can't help it xD)

Let her go by Passenger - Marinette mourning </3

Changes by David Bowie - the ✨impermanence of everything✨

City of Angels by Em Beihold - again, Marinette finding out of Chat being also Cat Walker without the senti context (I'm a sucker for this thing right here)

Summer Bummer by Younger Hunger - it's sadrien hours againnnnn

@lesbitorte u are now officially doubling the size of my odnlb playlist and i love you for it. time for another live reaction off my notes app to some more incredible song suggestions!

confidence - i like that this is a duet!! i wasn't expecting that but it's actually really sweet. it gives a new perspective to adrien and marinette trying to play the heroes but they have crippling insecurities

shake it off - ahh poor marinette. my heart

culpa - por cierto siempre busco canciones en español y esta ya está en mi lista 😂 es verdaderamente sentiadrien! se capturó la frustración y el terror de ser esclavo de un dictador y transmitió mucha de la culpa de nuestro pobrecito rayito de sol que solo quiere ser un buen niño :(((((

let her go - another one that perfectly captures the theme of odnlb from the perspective of IMMENSE GUILT. idk why i didn't add this one before bc it's actually so perfect. just listen to marinette angst about losing the person she loved the most. she didn't know he held that big of place in her heart until it was carved out of her!!

changes - aaah i love this one. i could see it playing over like the montage of that scene where they're getting drunk and kicked out. it's kind of a sad longing song but there's a soulful melody underneath. it's giving "i miss those good old days before everything went to crap"

city of angels - aww yeah we support los angeles bashing in this house (yes i am from la i have every right). you know what, i almost did go the route of marinette finding out cw was cn before she found out he was a senti, just for the delicious can of drama worms that would have opened. but even though it didn't work for the story, i can still see the au marinette of my au being all salty to cn at every opportunity. this song is such a good representation of the way she'd be passive aggressively aggressive to him during that time lol.

summer bummer - ok wow what a strong start; "wake up in summer /everything's a bummer/ tomorrow the world will be/ safe from me." the immediate sadrien really just punches you in the face doesn't it? wow but i loved it though. he just wants to run away but he can't, he needs lb to rescue him

miss missing you - i really like this bc cn was ladybug's "picket fence" before he died! in her mind their foundation was unshakeable, their future planned out. and then she goes and finds out he's cw and cn and a senti and she doesn't know who to blame or who she loves, the man or the memory. added this to my spotify so hard.

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Animal!Batfam Pt. 2

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 4]

So some additional art doodles of this post I did a while back of Dami(ny)an and the rest of the family uwu because otherwise they'll be lost in my files and never to be found againnnnn

1. Since Jason replaced Dick as Robin, Bruce didn’t want people to make the connection right away that there was a new Robin, so he makes Robin!Jason wear this bunny headband. ... But that’s gonna fall off easily during patrol so, better make it a Bunny Bonnet LMAO Jason hates it. (Based off a talk I had with Whippy and Usakumyan’s bonnet lol)

2. Precious Robins just hanging out uwu Nightwing happy to climb Kuma!Jay like the tree he is lol Daminyan isn’t too happy about it though. Also replaced Tim’s cape with his wings. By this point, it was too hard for the Bunny Bonnet to continue to be a thing, especially with Tim’s wings, so Bruce just gives up lol Jason hates that Tim didn't have to suffer like he did at the hands of the bonnet 😂

3. Talon!Dick as a Lop!Bunny. That is all 

[darwinquark]

I'M SO EXCITED YOU'RE WRITING AGAINNNNN, tkof has been living rent-free in my head since I read it a few months ago!!! I've re-read it like an embarassing amount of times. I know we're all dying for more of that delicious tension between Jug and Veronica but I'm actually really into the plot, too! WTF Fangs??? Is that going to be addressed more?? like who's behind all of this? Has anyone guessed it already? Can't wait!

WOOOO, thanks so much, girl! I've missed writing. Fair warning I'm rusty as hell and it shows but the chapter is moving along anyway - think it's a solid 3/4 done! Y'all have covid isolation to thank for that 😂 Re: the plot, definitely getting addressed and resolved! You'll know definitively who did what and why by the end of the story (not this chapter but the next one, shorter but wrapping everything up), but now that you mention it, no one's guessed it as far as I'm aware. I think it'll be a juicy reveal. But maybe it's really obvious and everyone knows and just doesn't care lol. I think it's a fun reveal! And very much propels the sequel in NYC.

[conkers-thecosy]

Doooon't, stop, I'll cry againnnnn 😂😭

You are the blessing, my friend!! You really are! I'm so thankful for you every single day! 💛💛💛

It’s the day of the birth of the amazing @conkers-thecosy (of previous Bagginshield fangirling, and a dear dear friend), and though we are united in Hobbitdom, and its Hobbit custom to receive gifts on someone else’s day, I am a Gnome so PRESENT TIME!!! Here is my take on her Alenia Reynelis, princess of Atraria, a kingdom in some big trouble (though that may work out nicely for herself in the end 😉💕).

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOLAAAAA!!!!! Everyboody go send her good wishes, and check out her work here!!

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Bonus art and stories ~ Prints, comics and more!

[blueflame97]

Took us an ENTIRE DAY to find all of the Aranara but we finally did it!!

Literally how the day went:

1) Me: Where the hell are they?? I can't find them!

My husband: I am literally next to you giving you directions, how can you not find them? You're so bad at geography 😂

Me: SHUT UP! 😂

2) Me: No. Don't tell me I have to unlock another quest to do this.

My husband: Uhm...yes?

Me: ...This is getting harder than doing my thesis.

My husband: *plays the aranara song*

Me: Are you kidding me 😂

3) Me: NOOOOOO I HAVE TO GO THROUGH THAT MOUNTAIN AGAINNNNN

My husband: *laughs like an idiot*

Me: *in pure despair*

My husband: Just follow me 😂 *facepalm*

At the end of the day we explored all of Sumeru and celebrated with a nice meal 😂 too bad we're exhausted now 😂