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thedeluluverse · 6 days ago

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Author’s Note: Welp, this ended up way longer than I plannedXD Sorry for the delays but I hope y’all like it and please please please gimme ALLLLLL the feedback! Been a while since I wrote and very nervous haha XD

Summary: Y’all have been friends for 5 years, but there are still sides to him that you’d never imagined. Will his tricks work or push you away?

Pairing: prisonguard!sunoo x inmate!femalereader (mentions of Sunghoon)

Rating: 18+

Genre: angst, smut, one-shot, prison au, yandere fic, happy ending

Word Count: 4,124

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI extreme “Brought the Heat Back” feelings, explicit content, oral sex (f. receiving), breast play, squirting, clit play, praise kink, neck kissing, degradation, unprotected p in v (be smart kids), yandere/obsession themes, secretly monitored self-pleasure, wrongful imprisonment, Y/N glossing over red flags (don’t do this irl pls)

Since the summer before you went into high school, you and Sunoo have been friends. It started when you went to his friend Jake's house for an end-of-middle-school pool party, and you both bonded over judging the annoying tweens around you.

As fate would have it, you ended up having many of the same class periods all throughout high school and grew even closer over several study sessions. Both went solo together to dances but acted like one asked the other when anyone asked to avoid looking pathetic.

That is until the senior year Sadie Hawkins dance. A new student had joined the roster and immediately became the focal point of school for you. His name was Sunghoon, and he was the right amount of reserved and sarcastic to give you heart eyes.

Despite your nerves and insecurities, you worked up the courage to ask Hoon (a nickname he recently accepted after many hangouts together) to the dance. To your surprise, he rapidly accepted your invitation!

Proud of yourself and overwhelmed with excitement, you call Sunoo after school to tell him of this accomplishment and see if he wanted to go shopping with you this weekend.

After a quick snack, you call your best friend, "Hey, Sun-sun, are you busy?" "Nope, Y/N, just avoiding homework, haha. What's up?" "Ohhhhh well, nothing much except I asked Hoon to the dance, and he said yes! Can you believe that???".

Deafening silence extinguishes your enthusiasm as quickly as it sparked, "Um, Sunoo...you there?"

A couple more seconds pass, and he says, "The call is still going, isn't it?" With a scoff, you retort, "Oh, excuse me, sassy king, it was hard to tell when you made no indication that you heard me."

He has the nerve to get offended and goes, "Sorry if I didn't clap for joy at the fact that for the first time since we came to this shithole, I'll have to stay home for a dance. I mean, whoopee for you, but you gave me no warning that you'd abandon me like this."

You are speechless. It's the last reaction you expected, and now you feel bad for not at least letting him know. "I... I'm not sorry I asked him, but I apologize for not setting you up or warning you first. I can try to hook you up with my friend if you want!" "No, it’s fine. Have fun. I have to get started on homework. Talk to you later. Unless you forget all about me...”

With that, he hangs up and leaves you stunned, sitting on your bed slack-jawed. You honestly thought he would be happy for you. Feeling lost, you call your friend Ara, "I have no idea why he would react that way. Can you believe that?!"

She gives a disappointed sigh, then says, "I actually can. Imagine if he gave you no heads up and sprung on you having a date to the dance. And don't even pretend like that'd be okay with you, girl.”

Dejectedly, you admit that she’s right and just can’t get over the intensity of his reaction, to which Ara says, “Oh come on, you can’t be this clueless... he has had a crush on you forever.” “WHAT? Noooo, don’t give me false hope like that.”

She snorts. “Heh, you finally admit it. You have a thing for him! Well, it looks like you have to choose. Pretty new boy or tried and true rock?”

Pondering her words, you make a plan of action, “Hmmm, well, I may never get lucky enough for a guy like Hoon not to reject me, so I’ll stick with that, and then next week, I’ll tell Sunoo how I feel.”

Giving a hum of approval for your plan, Ara warns you not to play with either boy’s emotions or neglect your own. “Do what makes you happy, Y/N; whoever you don’t choose will just have to deal.”

Meanwhile, Sunoo avoids you like the plague for the next week, even going so far as to switch lab partners.

All of that is almost forgotten once the day of the dance finally arrives. You feel like the prettiest vampire queen in a floor-length ruby-toned number that lays perfectly off your shoulders and hugs all the right places.

After Hoon's mom drops you off, the night is a blur. A magical blur where he indeed must be a prince in another life with how well he is treating you. After a couple of slow songs with y'all almost kissing, you excuse yourself to the restroom to try to settle your nerves and try to summon some courage.

You exit, and upon reaching the hallway, you see Sunoo. He looks awestruck, and you blush. "Hey, Y/N, I'm really sorry. I overreacted, and well, I miss my friend. Will she accept me back?"

Pretending to think, you finally smirk and say, "I suppose I will accept your apology. I missed you too!" After tightly embracing each other, he steps back and says, "Well, my beautiful bestie, you wanna head back in and ditch Mr. Stuck Up? The chaperones are dissociating, so I'll be able to sneak in no problem."

You back away, upset, "First off, flattery won't get me to allow you to talk badly of him or convince me to sneak you in. Secondly, he is not stuck up; he is just still fairly new and reserved. Once you give him a chance, you'll see he is really cool!"

Rolling his eyes, he walks away, waving you off, "Have fun with my replacement. I'll see you around, maybe.."

In shock, you are frozen in the shadows when Hoon comes to find you. "There you are. You were gone so long that I got worried about you and had to come look for you. Everything okay?"

Smiling away the tears threatening to ruin your makeup, you nod and head back inside. You try to enjoy the rest of the dance, but the look in Sunoo's eyes haunts your memory.

It was like when he got picked last for dodgeball and by the opposite team, not even by you, but more intense and frightening if you're honest.

After graduation, you hear he got accepted to the security guard training program at the local jail while you were still waiting to hear back from your photography internship. It was annoying, but you try to hope it'll still happen.

The park was quiet for once, so you head over to take some more nature shots in your free time. Panning over to the left of you, a figure comes into focus, coming towards you. Shockingly, you see Sunoo smiling in your direction, and anxiety freezes you in place.

"Hello, stranger," he quips as he sits beside you on the bench. You scoot away from him, annoyed that he was so lighthearted when he was the one who parted ways.

"Can I help you, Mr. Kim?" "Why so formal? It's just me, Y/N." Crossing your arms, you look the other way and say, "Well, I don't tend to act friendly to people who walk out of my life for stupid reasons."

Pouting, he gets up suddenly, leaving you even more confused than before, then reappears about 5 minutes later with two cups in his possession. "All right, peace treaty apple juice. Let’s forget about all the high school silliness and share this with me before I go off to training.”

Almost denying his request, you realize how dehydrated you are and say fuck it downing the whole thing.

Not even 5 minutes pass, and you start to feel weird. You are barely able to convey this to Sunoo before you pass out. Unable to tell how long you were out, you awaken to being handcuffed and shoved in a police car.

Through half-open eyes, you scan around for Sunoo or anyone you know, but all you meet are the blinding sirens, which only make the pounding in your head worse.

The entire ride to the processing center, your mind is racing, trying to figure out how you got in this predicament, and freaking out because your independent life has only just begun and you had so many plans!

They bring you in and take your mugshot. Nobody is telling you what is happening, assuming you are only playing naïve to pull one over on them.

Going down the hall of multiple holding cells, the current inmates look just as confused as you feel, wondering what such a young girl is doing in this wretched place.

Distracted with your thoughts, you practically are thrown into a tiny room with just a bed, sink, and a hole to use the bathroom with no windows.

About to ask why you were not given the option for a call or are being separated from the rest of the people (not that you were upset, but it was worrying you how dangerously you were being treated), the female guard shoves you into the room and slams the door in your face with a "Shut the fuck up you waste of space."

Seems like around 3 days have passed. The only way you can tell is because you have been given 6 meal trays and heard from your trek to your room on the first day, inmates being upset they only get 2 meals daily.

While you are still confused about why the hell you are in this place, your strategy at this point is just to do as you are told and try to stay low until you can speak to someone with legitimate authority.

With this new mindset, the rest of your body is returning to normal, which is mostly a good thing...

The exception is your libido. It has returned with a vengeance, and once the lights go out on the 4th day, you decide to risk it not having spotted a camera yet.

Between your regular sex drive and all of the unfairness and frustrations with your situation, you cannot hold back any longer.

Right before you are about to hit your climax, you hear the keys in your door and freeze.

Pretending to sleep, you roll over onto your side and stick your fingers in your mouth to hide the smell of your sex, hoping they will buy that you still soothe yourself this way as an almost adult.

The door swings open, and you hear the footsteps approach you. You try to keep breathing normally even though you are terrified. The figure above you chuckles, and your heart plummets.

You try to convince yourself you are going insane, but there is no denying it once you hear the voice say, "Now, when did you start sucking your fingers when you sleep? In all of our sleepovers, I have never seen you do that."

You shoot up and start bawling, finally letting your body release all of the emotions that have been pent up since this whole ordeal began. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him down into a tight embrace. Big mistake.

As he stands back up, he notices the sweat along your hairline from your previous activity and widens his eyes in concern, "Oh no, Y/N, do you feel okay? Are you getting a fever? You felt warm just now."

Blushing quicker than ever, you fervently shake your head in denial, "No, Sun-sun, I feel fine; was just a little warm, I promi-“

He cuts off your sentence by grabbing ahold of your chin and tilting your head up as he moves even closer to your ear whispering “Don’t lie to me when I saw everything you needy slut.”

Your eyes widen in horror, and confusion clouds your brain again as you look at him through your peripheral vision, "Wait, what do you mean? How? Why am I in here?"

Sinisterly chuckling, he gives you his cheeky smile. "Patience, I'll answer your questions and then help you with your little dilemma. Terribly sorry to interrupt, by the way, but you looked so sinful that I was hoping to catch you in the act." "Um, and what makes you think I would've let you? Or even needed your help?"

Sitting on the bed with you, he quirks up an eyebrow, "Slow down, I still haven't answered the first round of questions."

Pouting, you sit back against the wall and hold your knees to your chin, a medley of unpleasant feelings swirling in your gut.

Tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear, he begins addressing your queries. "Okay so I may have commandeered the feed from your camera into a personal monitor so I can keep an eye on you. No biggie between friends, right?"

Your face turns red at him, using that title from when he went to M.I.A. for weeks after graduation. "How dare you..." you scowl at him. "Oh, now calm down, drama queen, so I can continue with my answers."

Begrudgingly, you do so but not without a lethal side eye aimed at the wall, slightly scared to direct it his way.

You never thought your friend would spy on you or call you a slut and aren’t keen to find out what other secrets are lying in wait.

Continuing his replies, “I know you would’ve let me because even if you try to deny it, we both have had feelings for each other since week one. As to you needing my help, I know you had everything perfectly under control but I feel like you crave more than your fingers kitten.”

Not daring to speak when he clocked your shit so accurately and your face looks like a tomato, you just hide your face. "Knew it." He states smugly. "Alright, on to the next matter: why are you here? It's all thanks to me, of course."

Slowly, you raise your head in horror as your entire body shakes. Scooting back as much as possible, you ask, "Wait, you are playing a trick on me, right? There is no reason for you to do that. Nice try, dude.."

He stands up and starts pacing around the room, "Oh, I had my reasons. First, things were getting too serious with that Hoon guy, and I didn't like it. And you might have found out you got accepted to a photography internship, which would take you away from me, and that can't happen...not yet. So, I would check your mail before you and only take out mail from the places you applied."

You stand up now with fists balled up at your sides. "What are you going on about? Not yet? Why don't you want me to be happy?" you scream at him with tears running down your face for the second time tonight.

As he approaches you, he wipes a tear from your cheek and kisses your forehead, "Oh darling, you still don't get it. I want nothing more than for you to be happy. Just not without me and not before I unlock the key to your tight pussy that I've dreamt about for years."

You freeze, staring at the wall, "What did you do? You still haven't answered why I got thrown in here and treated like a villain. Tell. Me. Now."

He sits you down on the bed again, looking down as if you were a rat caught in his trap. Which you were, by the way.

He squats down, staring into your soul as he reveals the remaining puzzle pieces. "Well, I got accepted into this place as a star trainee with excellent scores. They basically told me to use my best judgment and make them proud. My parents were not thrilled that I hadn't pursued a more upstanding career choice, so I wanted to prove to them that I could thrive here. You just happened to be the perfect muse to show them all my skills."

Taking a deep breath and looking too excited to finish relaying this info to you, he continues, "Well, when I spotted you in the park looking dejected but having that trying-to-distract-yourself look in your eyes, I knew it was my time to strike. I expertly mixed apple-flavored alcohol in the juice and then 'spilled' some on myself. I called a couple of buddies in the force to come over and help execute my plan."

All of your tears have dried up as you are burning up, wondering who the person is in front of you. "Don't worry, it gets better," he says as he pats your knee.

Cracking his neck, he nears the end of his story. "So basically, you are in here because I made you look like an underaged alcoholic by having the empty bottle right next to you, then lying to the officers and saying you were pressuring me to drink with you. Oh, also, you were trying to sell shots to our classmates and even the middle schoolers. They are so worried about this getting out with the mayoral election coming up and your parents being his friends that they aren’t allowing any visitors or calls from or for you until the sentencing.”

You stand up, knocking him on his ass in fury, "How could you?! If you had just told me how you felt ages ago, you could have gotten what you wanted instead of keeping it in and becoming this creepy psychopath! I demand a lawyer!”

He cackles while fully lying down on the floor, "You have no pull, sweetheart, but nice try, hah! Even your parents aren’t asking about you, hoping this all blows over and they can maintain their perfect image."

With his eyes closed, still laughing, you cage him beneath you and start to choke him. This time, he freezes and smirks up at you, "Oh, this is how you wanna play it, huh? Pretending you are furious instead of insanely turned on and hoping this ends with you knowing how I feel inside of you. Cute, really."

You scowl down at him and are about to get off of him when he roughly grabs your hips and pulls you back down onto him. "Oh no, there's no getting out of this. How does it feel finally being able to feel how excited you make me? Honestly, it feels like you are excited, too, with the wet spot you left on me."

Face flushing in embarrassment, you glance at the floor to escape his intense gaze, but all masking ability flies out of the window as soon as he bucks his hips against you, eliciting a breathy whimper from your throat.

The moment it exits your mouth, you bite your lip and try to escape his hold. Or at least you meant to...

Instead, you end up grinding against his hardening cock through both of your pants. Feeling his deep chuckle against your clit, you spasm, and he just grins as he pulls you down to attack your lips with a furiously passionate set of long-awaited kisses, entwining your tongues and both assaulting the other's lips with teasing sucks and bites.

When you finally can pull away and catch your breath, he sits up as you wobbly stand and immediately backs you into the bed with his arms on either side of your head, licking from your collarbone up to your ear lobe, enjoying you moaning his name.

That was the final straw of resolve. It snapped like the tiniest twig in your core, and an animalistic need overwhelmed you as you dug your claws into his back underneath the plain white under-uniform tee that clung to his muscles just right.

Gasping for air, you beg, “Sunoo. Please...I need you.." while trying to undress him.

He smirks while he cocks his head to the side, "You're lucky hearing you beg was my last thread of teasing you leaving. Strip for me, needy whore."

With that, you spring onto your feet like a lithe cat and strip with lightning speed, laying back on the bed with everything exposed down to your arousal-soaked lips.

You usually were shyer, but you couldn't help it after the earlier interruption, plus finding out he felt the same way. You would deal with the red flags after you came.

Staying in his simple yet sexy white tee and dark grey workout pants, he descends like a hawk. He licks a broad stripe from your pussy to your sensitive bundle of nerves, making you cry out and grip his hair to keep your soul from flying out of your body too rapidly.

Immediately, you trap his neck between your thighs, not letting him weasel his way away and tease you for a second more.

He picks up on your neediness, and tongue fucks your velvety cunt whilst moaning into you, letting any insecurity of smelling or tasting weird disappear without a trace.

Rising up on his elbows, he makes a show of licking his lips, leaving his chin shiny with your pleasure, and makes his way up your body so you can taste yourself off of him as he makes circles with his thumb on your growingly sensitive clit.

Feeling your high about to crash upon you, you exhale, "Sunoo, I'm about to." Yet, before you can finish your sentence, he shoves you off of the edge by taking your plump breast into his mouth and matching the pace of his fingers with his tongue around your nipple.

As you cum, he disappears between your thighs again, not wanting to waste a single drop (or leave any evidence) while continuing to squeeze and slap your tits. When he can feel you are getting close again, he quickly makes space between your bodies, causing you to sit up and dig your nails into his thighs, making him moan loudly.

Then he adds salt to the wound by lightly slapping your pussy, making you squirt for the first time all over the bottom of his shirt and dick print.

Straddling him now that he is fully erect is torturous; while you nibble along his neck and behind his ear, you ask, “C’mon Sunoo, I need to feel you in me...please.”

Throwing his head back to allow you to kiss more of his neck, he just smirks and says, “Well, someone is needy tonight...well, you have been such a good little thing for me, I will grant your wish, pretty. First, you have to get up so I can get out of these damp clothes”.

Feeling bold, you raise up just enough to pull down his pants along with his boxers and then straddle him again while he sits up and removes his shirt while kissing and playing with your perfect tits.

After you give him your adorable yet seductive pleading eyes, he stops wasting time. He flips you onto your back again and, with utmost sincerity and care in his eyes, says, “You ready? Stop me if it hurts, okay? I really do care about you.”

Tears welling in your eyes, you nod and subtly pull his hips closer to you. You have liked him for a long time, and despite all of the nasty lust that has occurred tonight, it was weirdly healing at the same time.

He slowly slides the tip in, and after a few seconds, you surprisingly quickly can let him quicken his thrusts and go even deeper, both uttering sensual guttural noises in unison as soon as he bottoms out.

You notice him blush and quirk your eyebrow this time asking what is going on. He looks to the side then admits,” Well, this feels amazing, like even better than I’ve imagined, and I know that sounds cliché, but trust me...that’s a big deal. And well, I don’t think I’ll last much longer, sadly; I want to, but...yeah, sorry..”

Latching your ankles around his hips, you just bite your lips and eyefuck him as a green light, to which he gives you a deep, caring kiss as he slowly hits that sweet spot inside you, resulting in a simultaneous orgasm with the both of you collapsing in sweet bliss.

He cannot stay around too long, or the guard headquarters will get suspicious, but he lingers as long as he can while he tries to rinse out your delicious scent from his clothing.

You have the best sleep that night and are oddly comforted by someone caring that much. You are at peace knowing there are mutual feelings and hoping y'all can date normally once you are released.

Until you are released (about a week later), Sunoo frequently visits your cell of solitude because he is the only guard who can "handle" you. Over time, you become closer and decide that you will finally pursue a healthy relationship once you are free, and he will not have to stalk you anymore.

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lovemesomeeddiemunson · 6 months ago

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The Proposal - Part 5

Summary: When Steve Harrington is threatened with deportation, he blackmails his long suffering assistant, Eddie Munson, into marrying him. Steddie! The Proposal Au, Part 5 of 7. 4232 Words

Series Warnings: Blackmail. Food mentions. Mentions of unhealthy relationship with food. Cursing. Self harm (by means of tattooing.) Homophobia. Death of a parent. Abandonment by parents. Shitty parents. Homophobic parents. Parents with entitlement. Classism. Eventual sexual situations (no actual smut!) Brief allusion to a panic attack.

Authors Note: We're almost to the end here y'all! How we doing? I'd love to hear your thoughts!

“So, uh, you’re a Junior?” Steve’s words break the silence.

Eddie, who is laid out flat on his back, staring at the ceiling flinches in answer, his voice small. “No, I’m not.” Not technically.

“Oh, I just, I thought…” Steve tries to press, but Eddie cuts him off. He doesn't want to hear it. “It’s just a nickname.”

“Just a nickname.” Steve repeats, voice laced with doubt.

“They don’t have those in Italy?” Eddie cuttingly replies.

At which point Steve sits up and turns to glare at Eddie. “What’s your problem, man?”

Eddie shrinks under his gaze, frowning unhappily as he mutters back. “Nothing.” Unconvincingly.

Steve purses his lips at that, and presses on. “Did I strike a nerve? Is it a sore spot for you?”

“Ohhhhh. I’m sorry. That question is not in the binder.” Eddie replies with a halfhearted little chuckle.

“Oh, really? I thought you were the one that said we needed to learn everything about—“ Steve starts but Eddie shakes his head. “Not about that I didn’t.”

“But-“ Steve protests.

“Not about that, Steve. Good night.” He snaps. Regrets it when Steve flinches.

Unsure how to fix it, he stews in silence, breathing deeply, trying to come up with something. Thoughts going around and around.

He’s properly kicked himself for the whole interaction at least four times by the time Steve speaks again, his voice timid, words totally unexpected as they break the silence that had settled awkwardly over the two men sharing a bed.

“I like watching The Real Housewives.” He volunteers quietly, interrupting Eddie’s thoughts with his unprompted reveal.

“Huh?” Eddie answers in confusion, eyes still fixated upwards.

“Not in the ‘haha, isn’t that funny, he likes that trash’ kind of way. I actually quite enjoy it.” Steve murmurs back, fiddling with the blanket pulled up to his chest.

Still confused, Eddie takes it in as Steve continues, “I took ballroom dance lessons in the sixth grade…My first concert was Bob Seger and the Silver bullets…”

Clears his throat. “I think Kirk Hammett is sexy…My first kiss with a girl was with Carol Perkins when I was thirteen. Later that same year I also kissed Tommy Hagan. They’re married now.”

Eddie laughs in bewilderment.

“Never had a pet.” Steve glances at Eddie, who isn’t looking back at him, which makes it easier for him to say what he wants to say next. ”The tattoo I wanted to remove?” He asks, humming, “I got it on my ribs because I wanted it to hurt. It’s in Italian - verso cose più grandi. It means ‘Toward greater things.’ I got it after my parents disowned me.”

There’s another silent pause before he continues “I haven��t…slept with anyone in…over a year and a half. And uh…I went to the bathroom and cried after Billy suggested that I was going to die alone.”

Eddie pulls the blanket tighter around him, the statement unexpectedly tearing straight to his heart when Steve adds. “That’s my biggest fear. Or, it was.” He stammers. “Lately I’ve been much more afraid of-” he cuts himself off. Squeezes his eyes shut. Leaving the words unspoken.

“Doesn’t matter.” He whispers. A few more beats go by.

Eddie thinks he may be all out of revelations, until, in the softest voice possible, he whispers another confession that shocks Eddie to his core. “I’m uh, I’m losing my hearing.”

To which Eddie’s head finally shoots over to look at him, his jaw slack.

“I haven’t told anyone that. For obvious reasons.” Not meeting his eye, Steve clears his throat.

“Steve,” Eddie’s voice breaks. He had been coordinating this man’s entire life and he’d had no idea. None.

“It’s been gradual but - yeah. Too many concussions.” He explains with a dry chuckle. “I’ve had it checked out. Gotten a second and third opinion. It’s not a matter of if at this point, uh, it’s just a matter of when.”

He glances at the ceiling. “I guess you didn’t know. I thought you might suspect…all the emailing lately. The transcriptions I have you write up of my meetings…And then, there’s been a difference in the music. Comments you’ve made on the stuff I used to produce. How it was good. Past tense. I had more confidence in my abilities then…I didn’t rely so heavily on projections and numbers and all that bullshit that spells sales, yes, but good music?” He almost smiles. “It’s not the same. You’re right. Try as I might to fill in the gaps - experiencing the way the music feels…”

He gives a little shake of his head. “It’s not the same. And still, I couldn't do a thing without you. You, who are so loud about your opinions of the demos that artists send me when they’re worthwhile, or they’re garbage and I - I trust you.” He admits, the most damning admittance of all.

“You um. You know good music. And you know me. You’ve always been able to see me more clearly than I - than I’ve liked.” He stops. Swallows thickly, voice low again, and reserved. “I’m sure there are many, many, other things, but that’s all I can come up with right now.”

Eddie rolls back over in the bed, and clenches his eyes closed as Steve finishes.

It’s silent for a bit.

“Eddie?” Steve broaches finally, his shaky voice attributing to his vulnerability in the moment they’re sharing. “You, uh, you there?”

“I’m here.” Eddie promises softly, “Just - just processing.”

That was one way of explaining it. How his world has been tilted off of its axis. Left him fumbling for his footing, unsure.

This was unexpected.

Even Steve, as he’d clearly hated opening up to Eddie, he’d done so. Given him much more to work with than the surface level things Eddie already knew. This was a deeper intimacy than just knowing if his stove was gas or electric, and Eddie is…lost with it.

Still, he knows how to ease the tension, if nothing else. He slowly starts to smile, probing, “You really haven’t slept with anyone in almost two years?”

Steve snorts. “That’s what you got out of all of that?”

“That’s a long time.” Eddie defends himself.

“Yeah, well, firstly, you’re rounding up, and secondly, I’ve been a little busy.” Steve sarcastically answers.

Eddie chuckles, and then there’s silence again between them.

It’s comfortable, until, “Who’s Bob Seger?” Eddie suddenly asks. Steve sits up in his bed like a vampire exiting a coffin.

“Who’s Bob Seger?” Steve questions. “You - you know.” He starts singing in a surprisingly good voice, “You take those old records off the shelf - I’ll sit and listen to ‘em by myself. Today's music ain't got the same soul. I like that old time rock 'n' roll.” Steve grimaces. “You’re telling me that you work in the music industry, and you don’t know who Bob Seger is?”

Eddie’s smiling. “I was kidding…I just wanted to hear you sing.”

Steve whacks him with a pillow, both of them giggling until they settle back into the bed, silence filling the room once again.

“Steve?” Eddie asks him.

“Yes?” He replies.

Eddie gives it a beat - then changes his mind. “Thank you, for telling me.”

Steve lets out a little laugh through his nose. “Yeah…well.”

Eddie figures he owes him his truth, for the interview if nothing else. “And for what it’s worth…They call me Junior for my dad, Al…Spitting image, you know? Chip off the old block…The acorn that didn’t fall far or whatever it is you want to call it.” He chuckles humorlessly.

Goes on, “I’d never really liked it when they said that but, uh, less so now.” Steve listens, lets Eddie talk, watching his lips move. Eddie is louder than he probably needs to be, out of consideration for Steve. “A couple years back he cooked up this scheme - I should have known better, really, but what he promised it was just - so tempting. So I got involved and it - it got real dicey. People got hurt. The house burned down, all mom’s records just - gone.” Eddie exhales. “He took off to save his own ass and uh, I haven’t seen him since. He didn’t bother coming back for me.”

Steve’s heart breaks for Eddie - who continues on with his explanation like it’s all well and good now, like it didn’t permanently alter him and his own personal Munson Doctrine. “I was supposed to move to California, but after the fallout, I had to stay a bit. After everything I put Wayne through, I had to stay a bit. And he - Al - he knew how to find me in California so I…I moved to New York instead, and now, here we are.”

“Here we are.” Steve chuckles. Thinking about the insanity of it all.

But, he also knows how to ease the tension. “None of that was on your job application, by the way.” He teases.

Eddie chortles. “Steve, you have to know by now that everyone lies on their resume.”

Steve glares at him. “You had glowing references!”

“I found those names and phone numbers online, sans the proper extensions, and figured you’d probably never actually bother to call them.” He snickers.

Steve gives a faux gasp. “You lured me in under false pretenses.”

“Sure did. And now you’re marrying me. Sucker.” Eddie laughs. Steve laughs too, feeling a slight hitch in his throat.

“I…I don’t know if I properly apologized for that yet.” Steve supplies, ruining the light jovial moment with harsh realities.

Eddie winces. “No need.”

“There is a need though. Trapping you in this marriage I…I wish I hadn’t been so careless to let it come to this.” He sighs. Eddie sighs too, and doesn't berate Steve for his own negligence and mistakes. Which Steve appreciates.

“Well, it’s like you said, I’m yours now. Come hell or high water, til quickie divorce do us part.” He smiles, like Steve isn’t laying here trying to recover from Eddie calling himself his.

“Sure.” Steve says weakly, and Eddie gives him a little nudge with his foot.

“What’s done is done…and you know, for what it’s worth, I’m actually getting a pretty good deal out of this. A record deal. With a hot albeit temporary husband to parade around town, so…”

And Steve knows he’s attractive. He does. Has never doubted it, but to hear it from Eddie, when he’s complacent in all of their scheming…It messes him up a little. He gives a weak laugh at Eddie’s words, because it’s what’s expected of him, even as he’s reeling.

“Get some sleep,” Eddie says then, like it was nothing. “We’ll talk tomorrow. I want to see how your studying is going.”

Right. Studying. For the interview. An impending deadline they were steadily marching towards, and their true goal, regardless of whatever…this was.

Steve nods, and Eddie says, “Night, Steve.” softly.

Steve’s answering voice is hollow. “Buona notte, Eddie.”

Upon their return to New York, Steve is feeling deeply unsettled.

Not because of the ruse - that, in itself, remains as solid as ever.

Through a warm goodbye with Wayne and a cozy plane ride home, Eddie had played the part perfectly. A doting fiancé who wore his love on the outskirts of his sleeve.

But now, they were back, the honeymoon was over, so to speak, and Eddie was already back to himself again. A doting employee.

He runs over the list of things Steve needs to know for work the next day, and asks Steve what he needs from him, willing to give and give and give.

Steve tries not to wince. “You’re off the clock for now.” He tells him, to Eddie’s utter confusion. “Seriously.” He swears. “Get some rest. There’s nothing so important we can’t tackle tomorrow morning.”

So Eddie, in his cute band shirt and dark wash jeans, had taken his own car home. Probably unpacked. Probably ate something without guilt, played his guitar, took a nap - something fucking normal, while Steve went home, to his big empty apartment, alone.

Well not, totally empty.

“Dingus.” A female voice calls out affectionately as he walks through the door.

Rather than being disturbed by the intruder in his home, Steve’s shoulders slump in relief.

Robin Buckley - his best friend, wielder of a spare key, and the only person in the world who was privy to the inner workings of Steve’s mind - somehow always knows when he needs her.

She’s dressed well, smiling from the bar stool at his kitchen island with one of his fancy waters to sip on as his doorman deposits his bags inside, Steve passing him some cash before he goes.

As soon as he has that business settled, he’s falling into Robin's arms, almost crushing her in his encompassing hug.

“Woah!” She laughs. “It hasn’t been that long. Just a week.” Referring of course to her own trip - the one she’d disappeared on before this whole mess had gotten underway.

Steve gives a head shake in any case. “That’s like forever,” he whined as she laughed some more, ruffling his hair. Giving him a once over.

Clocking immediately that something is wrong. “Why the dark cloud, Stevie?”

He makes a face. Trying not to cry. She gets a brief flicker of panic across her face. “Oh no.” She says immediately. “Who do I need to kill?”

He wheezes out a laugh, and then, against his better judgment - involves Robin in his crimes as well. Because why not her too, on top of Eddie? Why not ruin everything he touches, like he always has. Because he’s bullshit - his love is bullshit - he…

“So…you like him. Your assistant.” Robin says finally, before he can fully spiral.

Steve nods pitifully.

“But you can’t tell him, because of the…current arrangement. And the blackmail, not to mention the work relationship you have - holy shit Steve this is so inappropriate-” she rambles.

Steve moans. “I know.”

“Well, does he like you back?” Robin suddenly asks. Steve glares at her. “Robin, please, be serious.”

“I am serious!” She defends. “You said things changed while you were out there, right? What if it wasn’t just one sided.”

“That could never happen.” Steve bites.

Robin huffs. “Why not?”

“Because he’s…good, Rob. He’s so fucking good, and sweet…And fucking, down to earth. And I’m…not.” His lip quivers.

Robin grasps his hand. “Steve…”

“There’s no way he could ever like me. This is just a…a helpless situation I’ve put him in, that he’s making the best of.” He leaves no room for argument. “I just…I had to tell you. Had to hear you say all of that. To remind me. You’re right. You’re right, and it’s fine. It’s just a stupid crush. I’ll get over it.”

Robin doesn’t look like she believe him. Which is…fair. What she says next is not.

“Or…” she starts. Steve raises an eyebrow. “Or?” He presses.

She sort of smiles, “Or you could…woo him.”

“Woo him?” Steve gapes.

“Well yeah!” She defends. “So long as your plan is to end this boss-employee dynamic, why not try and keep him? You’re pretty likable when you’re not a raging bitch. I don’t see why he would be impervious to your…charms.” She snickers.

Steve squeezes his eyes shut, tries to keep her words from invading his brain. “That’s insane.”

“Why? Because you might actually end up being happy?” She stares him down. “You deserve to be happy, Steve.”

“Not like this. Not at his expense.” Steve argues firmly.

Robin only sighs. “Just think about it, will you? Start small. Get to know him. Treat him like a person, instead of…whatever it is you do.”

Steve grimaces. Robin sits back in her seat, swinging her legs, casually adding, “I can’t wait to meet him.”

Steve looks at her funny. “Meet him?” He asks.

She rolls her eyes. “Yes, Steve. That’s how this works - you meet his family - he meets yours - or has it been so long since you’ve done this that you forgot?”

He swats at her. “Shut up.”

She laughs, “I’m serious! He sounds wonderful, and he’s going to be Mrs. Harrington - we need his blessing to continue our Bitchin’ Brunches, and oh! Do you think he’ll do the marathon with us? It’s still pretty far out, we can get him a shirt made-”

Steve lets her go, talking aloud in circles while he gives responses where appropriate. Once they’re mercifully done discussing the whole thing with Eddie, they move on to her latest field research trip, and other important topics they’ve had stirring around in their brains while they’ve been apart.

It feels good, like he’s truly come home, a feeling Steve didn’t have when he thought he was returning to an empty apartment.

And with Robin in his corner, it feels like everything else will work itself out.

Steve approaches the subject of ‘Robin’ one morning a few days later while Eddie hands him an expense report.

He presents her as a fact of his life - nonnegotiable. Eddie isn’t nearly as perturbed as some of his romantic partners have been in the past - but then again, he and Eddie weren’t really romantic partners.

“Looking forward to meeting her.” Eddie replies. And Steve kinda hates that. How easily Eddie agrees to anything he asks. And it’s not Eddie’s fault, it’s his job, it’s why he was hired, but…

Steve would be lying if he said he hadn’t spent way too much time dwelling on Robin’s words.

And he yearns.

“Oh, and uh, one more thing…she knows.” Steve adds.

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “She knows.” He repeats. Steve doesn’t like the look on his face, like he’s done something wrong.

“I…she saw right through me. In two seconds. I couldn’t lie to her. I can never lie to her…And it helps, kind of? She’ll corroborate our story. Someone in our lives had to have known, right? Even if it was a secret?” He rationalizes.

Eddie’s face is blank. “I guess.”

Steve is frustrated. “Why are you upset?”

“I’m not.” He lies. Steve glares. His expression cracks. Eddie sighs, walking on eggshells and oh Steve hates that even more.

“It’s just…we laid the groundwork, swore no one knew and now there’s another layer to it. Another person whose answers need to match, more of this I need to coordinate and I just…it’s a lot.”

Steve deflates a bit. Want to apologize but instead offers a flat, “I get that.”

Eddie exaggeratedly perks up, handing him his highlighter, “Don’t worry about it, Steve. I will figure it out.”

He goes to exit the office. Steve feels like shit, calls out. “Eddie?”

The other man stops and turns around. Steve sighs. “I’m really sorry but, I need you this afternoon, after my meeting. We have to go to my apartment.”

Eddie doesn’t mind, he had to work this afternoon anyways. Nods dutifully. “Course,’ whatever you need.”

He heads out. Steve drops his head onto the desk, feeling pain starting behind his eyes, spreadsheets forgotten.

Eddie gets back to his work day - thinking nothing of Steve’s latest request for his time.

Since the engagement, Eddie has been pulled to and fro by him in a whirlwind, always insisting on Eddie being clocked in for it, even if their business is dubious at best.

The other day he’d spent the morning with Steve at the bank and they opened a joint bank account, Steve flirting with him the whole time they were under the scrutiny of the tellers, crooning about how what was his was now Eddie’s too. Something that made Eddie’s eye twitch if he thought about it too hard.

Today it seems it will be more of the same.

As instructed, after his boss’ noon meeting, Eddie finishes up everything he needs to do and meets Steve at his apartment.

Arriving promptly, he takes the elevator up to his floor, where Steve lets him in, greeting him warmly, as if this afternoon is a distant memory - and maybe it is, but still Eddie is wary - until he sees that they aren’t alone.

He looks at Steve for clarification as to why there’s another man here, and he doesn’t miss a beat, diplomatically introducing. “Eddie, this is Johnathan. Nancy’s boyfriend.”

Eddie does a double take. “Nancy as in, Nancy Wheeler?” He asks.

Steve doesn’t sound happy about it, although he’s smiling. “Yes.”

Eddie glances back at the other man, telling him. “Um, hello.” So as not to be rude.

“Hi.” Johnathan gives an awkward wave with one hand, his other setting down a mug of coffee onto a coaster that rests on Steve’s expensive coffee table.

Then Johnathan stands. “Now that you’re here, I’m gonna go finalize the set-up.” He disappears from the living room at his words, heading to another area of the penthouse.

Eddie watches him go before glancing at Steve with concern and asking “Why is your ex’s girlfriend’s boyfriend here, and what is he setting up?”

“Johnathan’s a photographer.” Steve explains to him, begrudgingly admitting. “The best, actually.”

Then his voice lowers as he continues. “He’s also discreet. No investigative prodding like you might get with his romantic counterpart.” The jab comes so naturally even as he bulldozes past it.

“I figured, since we needed to take some pictures, that he would be a good bet.” Steve rubs the back of his neck.

“Pictures.” Eddie repeats.

“For the engagement announcement. Or…whatever else we might need them for.” He looks meaningfully at Eddie. “I thought we’d start with some formal staged pictures here? And then get some candid photos at our usual date spots?”

Oh.

Eddie understands. “Right. Of course. And Johnathan is the best. Makes sense.”

Steve briefly looks exhausted before he carefully smoothes his face over. “I-I didn’t hear what you said. But, nod? If we’re good?”

Eddie nods.

Steve nods too. “Okay. Good. Uh, come with me, please.”

Eddie can’t remember the last time Steve said ‘please’ to him…Actually, well, he’d gotten a sarcastic one with his proposal…but a genuine please? It’s…strange.

Nonetheless Eddie follows as Steve leads him to his office. Inside there are three racks of clothes tucked to the side. When Eddie goes to peruse through them, he’s surprised. “These are mine.” He says in confusion.

Steve nods. “Your bandmate Gareth had a spare key.” Steve had made some calls. Some assumptions too, figuring if his best friend had full access, that maybe… “I though that authentic would be better.”

Eddie takes him in for the first time then - his soft looking yellow pullover and jeans. Is this who he is? Authentically?

“I’ll make sure you have one of your own. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before.” Eddie tells him. Simple enough. This was the man he was supposed to marry - and if nothing else, con aside, there was trust between them. Steve had admitted that he trusted Eddie, and Eddie, in his own way, trusted Steve too.

Not to mention that Eddie had had unfettered access to Steve’s apartment for years. What was a little reciprocation, in light of that?

Eddie leaves it at that, attention elsewhere as he starts combing through the racks, sweetened by his getting to choose. Eventually he decides he wants to dress up, just a little bit.

Settling on black once again, it’s a softer version of his usual style.

A nice belt with a simple silver buckle, to accompany a pair of high waisted jeans that are free of rips or blemishes, and a shirt with a low cut that exposes his collarbones and some of the skin of his chest, a peak of a tattoo, the black fabric interrupted by an occasional floral pattern or rose composed of an orangish-red or cream color.

Satisfied with his find - Eddie disappears to go change, before rejoining Steve, his hands fidgeting with his hair.

“Up or down?” He asks, and Steve, who had been staring at him - lips parted - seems to snap out of it. Gesturing for Eddie to stay still before he steps into his personal bubble.

Hello.

He gently takes a handful of Eddie’s hair, winding and unwinding and unraveling it in and around his palms - before he manipulates it into a makeshift hairdo, trying to get a feel for whether it should be pulled out of Eddie’s face or left down.

“Hm…up. You have such a pretty neck.” Steve’s lips are hinting at a smile, and Eddie wishes he had chosen for him to leave it down - because said neck is currently flushing at the compliment and Eddie knows Steve can see it.

What the hell?

Then Eddie notices Johnathan, lingering in the doorway and pretending to still be adjusting his camera settings, and he feels as though he’s had his veins dipped in ice water.

Right. This wasn’t real. Steve didn’t really like his neck or find him pretty. It was all a performance.

And Eddie’s a performer. He can do this. Playing along, he grins back at Steve, showing too much teeth. “You know your sweet talking gets me all riled up, big boy.”

Steve looks…elated. “You promise?”

Jesus H. Christ.

A weak chuckle, and Eddie bats him away before gathering his hair in his own hands, pulling it up high, trying to sort the smaller pieces into something artfully messy.

Steve lingers, fingers twitching like he wants to intervene, but lets him be, still looking at Eddie even as he angles his body and asks Johnathan, “Where do you want us?”

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#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fic #steve harrington #steddie #robin buckley #stranger things fic #the proposal steddie #steddie au #platonic stobin #hard of hearing steve harrington #johnathan byers #nancy wheeler #steve and eddie #steddie fic #the proposal au

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milliesfishes · 2 months ago

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౨ৎTBOSAS Notes (Ch 1-7)꣑ৎ

Is a bit long I'm sorry hehe (also a some of the things I wrote down are potentially to remember for later for connections)

꣑ৎ he cries over the picture books oh baby :(

꣑ৎ Interesting that his family was slave in a way to the wealthy with Tigris's situation

꣑ৎ "His mind could fixate on a problem like that- anything really- and not let go. As if controlling one element of his world would keep him from ruin. It was a bad habit that blinded him to other things that could harm him." His anxiety is so heartbreaking to me especially in his current situation. I think this is part of what drew me to the character- the painful relatability and anger at yourself for having it to begin with :(

꣑ৎ "He loved her but she'd lost touch with reality years ago." Love the choice to have a character who represents what once was through Grandma'am. Coryo always has a reminder of the past through her and it is amplified because she's family.

꣑ৎ His family saying he'd be president someday...it's an obvious foreshadowing but it brings new light to his destiny and his goals, even if he disregarded it at first.

꣑ৎ Pressure on him as the last son- he has so much responsibility on him and he's so young oh poor baby. His mindset really shows how determined he is to fix everything and there's definitely a man of the house mentality in that.

꣑ৎ Tired of people saying he never loved Tigris- he absolutely did. The way he asks about the shirt details because he knows she wants to talk about it and listens to her and looks to her for guidance...he did love her a lot and that makes her future so much more heartbreaking.

꣑ৎ "...his only real currency was charm..."

꣑ৎ There's such an interesting connection between the Plinths and the Snows- both made their money through investments but one thrived off the others failure unintentionally. Coryo's feelings toward Sejanus would be more justifiable if he'd never met him. Still, it's understandable to have some bitterness because Sejanus brushes off his place while Coryo would give anything to be in it.

꣑ৎ Part of the reason Coryo is drawn to Lucy Gray at first is because her dress reminds him of pre-war times :( which incidentally end up being times they both long for, when they had parents.

꣑ৎ Sejanus was the first one to catch that the Reaping was rigged for Lucy Gray

꣑ৎ Coryo's relationship with food is nawwt talked about enough (I will probably have more to say about it as I read further). And the connection of wartime rationing to the name of the Hunger Games is SO GOOD. "Amid the violence of the Games, there was a silent agony that everyone in Panem had experienced, the desperation for enough sustenance to bring you to the following sunrise." OHHHHH

꣑ৎ Dean Highbottom calling him out in public...and with Coryo's preoccupation with status...his grudge against Coryo is so unreasonable. And in the end one could say that he turned out to be right but maybe if he'd never had the grudge things wouldn't have ended how they did. It was a self-fulfilling prophecy in a way.

꣑ৎ "Everyone knew what happened if you went to the districts. You were written off. Forgotten. In the eyes of the Capitol you were basically dead." Oh the foreshadowing

꣑ৎ Talking about the gamemaker in training (more foreshadowing) "...paid just enough and provided a stepping-stone to the future."

꣑ৎ Connects the train whistle signaling Lucy Gray's arrival to his father's death. Interesting when at the end of this story, he is essentially rebirthed more alike to his father.

꣑ৎ "He again had the impression that he was witnessing a performance, but a private one this time." Oh Lucy Gray the woman you are

꣑ৎ He goes to catch up with her when he thinks she might think he’s useless 😭😭loser I love him (and he doesn’t want her to think he’s a coward hehe)

꣑ৎ “Didn’t they have jobs? Shouldn’t the children be in school? No wonder the country was such a mess.” I love him 😭

꣑ৎ In a way she teaches him to perform as she does

꣑ৎ Love the Roman origin of so many of these names

꣑ৎ “People were easy to manipulate when it came to their children.” Hunger Games tribute reasoning as well

꣑ৎ I love that he loved the fluffy white cat oh 😭

꣑ৎ There’s something about how he wins Gaul over by finishing a children’s rhyme…stay tuned

꣑ৎ The contrast between how Sejanus brushes off the press after feeding tributes and how Coryo caters to them…

꣑ৎ It’s so interesting how Lucy Gray takes the things she says and weaves them into her songs word for word

꣑ৎ Interesting how Lucy Gray refuses to be associated with District Twelve, making her even more mysterious in the decades to follow

꣑ৎ Her song reminding him of his mother :((

꣑ৎ Sejanus’ empathy and defiance against the games is truly unmatched- he’s the only one unafraid to go all the way and openly defy authority. But his family’s money probably also gives him more room to do so whether he realizes it or not.

꣑ৎ Coriolanus keeps Lucy Gray both because he wants to spite Sejanus and because if she wins it would make him look better…hmm

꣑ৎ It’s hard for him to talk about his mother still oh :((

꣑ৎ Interesting how Gaul encourages Sejanus to share his opposing views openly in class

꣑ৎ Coryo hating group projects is the realest thing

꣑ৎ “Sure would have been nice to meet you under different circumstances.” :((

꣑ৎ Coryo in these chapters is hard for me not to relate to because he’s just so anxious. He’s definitely a product of his circumstances- the post-war obsession with status and appearance really got to him.

꣑ৎ Arachne’s death is a sort of turning point- he was so young with his mother and father. But his reaction was intriguing- he cried over it and thought about it quite a bit but I think even though this death is different he’s very desensitized to it.

꣑ৎ He hates Livia so much it’s kinda funny

꣑ৎ Interesting that he’s being praised for what Lucy Gray urged him to do- go to Arachne and try to save her. That probably draws him to Lucy Gray even more and helps him start to trust her.

꣑ৎ He feels safer underground- nothing can get to him...District 13 being underground...eventually destroys him...ohhh

꣑ৎ Also on that note District 13 was associated with his downfall two times in his life. With his family's fortunes and with he himself.

꣑ৎ Gaul being associated with nearly killing one of his closest friends- keep it in mind.

If you read this far I love you and I’m sorry this got so wordy hehe 🫶🫶🫶

#coriolanus snow #milliesfishes coryo #tbosas #tbosas notes #president snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg tbosas #millie reads: tbosas

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earlgreytea68 · 1 year ago

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Hello there! I hope you don't mind me bothering you, but I was just pondering a line from GINASFS:

"It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you"

At first, I took it to be a purely romantic line, that Pete feels he was always destined to be with the person in every universe, and that it was only a matter of time until they found each other. But then again, it also feels like it's sort of talking about a relationship built purely out of obligation. Everyone thinks we're supposed to be together, so I guess I have no choice but to stay with this person, even if it makes me unhappy.

Maybe a bit of both?

You're way more eloquent than I am when it comes to analyzing FOB lyrics, so if you'd be willing, I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Okay, I am always saying that Pete Wentz is a genius with packing simple words with multiple meanings, like, every time you turn around you uncover a new meaning to what he's saying, I totally get why Patrick says he's still discovering them even years later. He is seriously SO GOOD at this and he's got SUCH a light touch, like, it's hard to do and he really does make it look so easy (doing something so hard, etc.) and I think that's why he seldom gets the credit for how smart he is as a writer, because he's SO good at it that it's easy to dismiss it as an accident, a mistake, unintentional, he didn't see all those meanings, he didn't mean to do that, he just happened into it.

Except nobody happens into so much poetry so consistently.

(and it's true he cultivates the impression by always being so "aw shucks does this even make any sense I have no idea what they're about" about his own lyrics)

ANYWAY. That introduction is my way of saying that yessssss, this is one of my favorite examples of how brilliant Pete is at saying two things at once (or more than two even).

Like, it's funny, this is like a Rorshach test, I always read the line as: "I know I'm SUPPOSED to love you, so I guess I'll pretend that I do," like, to me this is a line all about, tbh, not fitting into a heteronormative role, knowing that you're SUPPOSED to love this other person but it doesn't feel right. And it was only later that I realized the reading that you had first: Ohhhhh, it could also be I'm supposed to love you, like, you're my destiny.

And I just love so much that it works perfectly on both levels at the same time, like, this song is about what you think it's about, basically, and that is just such genius of Pete Wentz packing in those layers. I think you can listen to G.I.N.A.S.F.S. and think, "Oh, this is about a guy falling in love with a girl who's his destiny, how sweet," like, certainly that would be the reading of the guy who wrote the Fall Out Boy autobiography.

Or you could listen to G.I.N.A.S.F.S. and be like, Oh, this is about a guy who's in love with his best friend and actually can't get himself to fit into the expectations of the world at large. He's SUPPOSED (expected) to love the girl. But, wait, he's SUPPOSED (destined) to love the guy. IT'S BOTH AT THE SAME TIME. IT'S JUST SO SMART THIS WAY hahahaha. I will just cherish this reading for all time because it's just so good. And the ambiguity is in the entire song. There is literally nothing in that song that would lead you to believe in any way that it's about a heterosexual relationship. To be fair, there's also nothing that flashes it's about a homosexual relationship (other than maybe the title being a hint tbh). But Pete's songs are always like that. They're only about heterosexual relationships if that's what you bring to them, because he usually writes too ambiguously for that (or Patrick adds a hetero detail in). He walks through the house in your shoes -- that's a line that actually makes more sense if you think the song is addressed to a guy, because probably he's not the same size foot as a woman, although maybe.

But anyway: yeah. That line is honestly everything.

#peterick #fall out boy #fob

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nalyra-dreaming · 6 months ago

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Hi!

I never get tired of talking about Loustat, Lestat or Louis😀

I adore Lestat’s mistakes and fumbles and flaws, making him more human than immortal. I like the fact that Sam adores Lestat but also sees him as a clown—Lelio, on stage, performing. Lestat can be so much fun with his failure to recognize what he’s doing sometimes and asking quite perplexed, “Why are they mad at me?” This trait can be adorable and frustrating.him, once again I adore that about him.

To me Louis is his grounding point. Oh, the love these two have for each other is, need I say it, EPIC ❤️

We are so lucky that Rolin Jones respects the material. I’ve seen adaptations from books that are unrecognizable. May AMC never switch show runners. (I’m thinking of the debacle of tv show “Sleepy Hollow” which started out in its first season a treasure then a new show runner and it became nearly unwatchable.)

But back to IWTV—YES—almost perfect😀

Ha, yeah, no I never get tired of talking about them either^^

I also love Lestat sometimes being somewhat perplexed, but I adore that in later books he is aware of the why... and just accepts it. Takes responsibility, too, but he also accepts himself and his traits more fully there.^^

And Louis. Louis is the anchor. He and Lestat are what the chronicles are built on, and I know I said it before, but I love that we get to see their arcs closed, an arc that took 50 (book) years?! How amazing is that????

Ohhhhh and I remember Sleepy Hollow! I did not know that the show runner had changed - and we were totally perplexed at the tone change back then when we watched it (I believe that was season 3 though?), and it was just a catastrophe. What a shame btw, I really loved the first seasons!!!

Luckily it seems as if this won't happen to us, given that Rolin signed a multi year contract with AMC and said he'd only be doing IWTV :))) I seriously cannot wait to see what he cooks up :)

I am so excited to see what or who will be announced at SDCC tbh. Knowing they are doing something (once more) is so exciting!! Last year's "Street of Immortality" was such a cool idea, I hope they do something like that again! And what if we get casting announcements?!??!!!

#chryed3 #ask nalyra #amc iwtv #iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire

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salty-dracon · 4 months ago

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hsr 2.5 quest yeeeeeee

feixiao is fun, she's chill but not in a boring way. she's chill in a fun way

marchieeee you've gotta do important thingsssss

love how jing yuan hears lingsha spouting some shit and gives lingsha basically a giant ap xianzhou history lesson on what politics actually went down

WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY???

jiaoqiu: listen guys I can't just give you drugs and call it a day. I gotta do this shit to you link breath of the wild tears of the kingdom style.

jdjskdghddhkd jiaoqiu's two options were 'taunt them' and 'turn them against each other'

game be like IF YOU ASK FOR HELP YOU WILL DIE DONT ASK FOR HELP YOUR ENSLAVERS WILL KILL YOU

this guy sucks. I hope he gets bodied in a really boring way. by a foxian. I hope yukong hits him with the homegoods concrete brick.

writers be like "we're gonna psychologocally torture this fox guy because we really need the fandom to like him"

hey what are you doing? hsr characters can't climb trees! that's illegal!

feixiao is so epic lmao

LET HIM COOK (LET HIS ENGLISH VA COOK!)

also shoutout to hoolay's VA because his work is unique in these sorts of games and it fucks severely

they got coca cola ads in the wardance ring LMAO

I wish feixiao's battle intro was longer and had more oomph to it lol (2seconds later) LMAO HER TECHNIQUE

ngl I kind of find the xianzhou generals' similarities a little boring. "they're good leaders with high respect for the chain of command but they're a little bit silly" gets boring after a while. need more random weirdos from this locale who have nothing to do with the military or government. need xianzhou sampo. the independent unlicensed dentist

feixiao wields awesome power and she keeps showing it off in funnier and funnier ways

dude you cannot bring American capitalism into this. the coca cola ads are just gonna be "limited wolf edition"

I knew the moment they announced owlbert was here that hoolay would arrive in 0.9 seconds. he doesn't have an ingame model, if he did it would have been leaked weeks ago

xianzhou stories be like: and actually jing yuan thought of everything and this went all according to his plan because he's so good at this (both affectionate and derogatory)

and so the fate of the xianzhou lies in the palms of two fifteen year olds and the nineteen year old cousin they taught swordfighting to last month

I want my gender to be big werewolf with sword so bad. AND his animations are insane

HEY DOES HE DIE??? DID HE PUT POISON INSIDE HIS OWN BODY AND LET THE GUY EAT HIM. IS THAT WHAT HE DID. THEY MISTRANSLATED PEPPERS AS CHILIS

YANQING I KNEW YOU WEREN'T COMPLETE TRASH

oh. oh that's not good. that's not good. I think that's not good at all. how did you fit a whole moon in your chest

oh okay she's got some kind of divine beast in her body. that's unreasonably cool

ohhhhh she's a boss fight. that's hot

yeah I figured this out once he did the crimson moon trick. if feixiao has borisin blood and she eats his heart, she'll become a new warhead, similar to the line of succession in laceron

hoolay: foxian and borisin are just labels, be who you want!

feixiao: then why do you keep calling people slurs

KILL THE MONSTER WITHIN YOURSELF BE THE HUNTER EARN THE GAZE OF A GOD YOOOOO

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Could you do something where Zuko and Azula are banished from the Fire Nation together/Azula goes with Zuko when he is banished please? 😊

Thanks for the ask!!!

Ohhhhh….I really like this. Tell me if you were looking for something else.

I think for this you’d have to do Azula getting banished as well because I can’t see canon Azula going with Zuko and away from her father, the person she wants to impress more than anything. As for why she’s banished though, I can see Ozai banishing her because he believes she’s too powerful or maybe he’s worried that she’s been too influenced by her mother.

While Zuko is recovering from his burn, Azula would be recovering from being away from the palace for the first time. She’s eleven and is leaving home, to never return, for the first time. I have no trouble believing that this would cause her some panic. She spends the first few days having to get used to sailor food, not having servants and not having Ozai around all the time.

When Zuko does wake up, the two can at least bond over wanting to prove themselves to their father. Zuko still wants to go after the Avatar and Azula is stuck between knowing that isn’t a possibility and wanting to as well because she knows it’s their only chance to go home. Zuko and Azula then spend the next three years sailing the EK and Fire Nation and looking for Aang. Azula cuts her hair as well into bob haircut that goes to her shoulders.

There's a really good fic called Book 1: Release (Air) by alligator_writes that has Azula getting banished with Zuko

Small scene below

Azula couldn’t sleep. The waves were bad tonight and it was hard for her to go to bed when the ship kept tossing and turning. After about two hours of attempting to sleep, Azula glared at the ceiling and decided to leave. She'd only been on the ship for a week now but she knew how to get to the room she wanted to go to. Slowly, so as not to wake her uncle, she made her way to her brother's room. He was still pretty much out of it but his eye did open when Azula came in.

"Azula?" He groaned.

"Shut up. I can't sleep so now you can't sleep."

"What are you doing?" He asked as Azula grabbed a chair then came to his side of the bed.

"I told you. I can't sleep, so now I'm going to stay here."

"Oh. Sorry about getting you banished."

Azula looked away, "You should be. If you had just kept your mouth shut at that meeting none of this would be happening."

"I know."

Azula didn't like this. He wasn't supposed to just agree with her without a fight. He was supposed to argue then she'd argue back and they'd both declare that the other was stupid and make up two hours later. She didn't like this Zuko that just agreed with her.

"Can you pass me the medicine?" Zuko asked.

Azula grabbed the medicine and passed it to her brother. The healer on their ship wasn't the bed and the medicine wasn't great. On their first day at sea, Azula had heard Zuko screaming in pain and all the healer could do was put medicine on his wound. She had also heard the healer say that there was a good chance of infection. Azula really didn't want to think about what would happen if Zuko's burn got infected.

For now, she just gave him the medicine so he could get back to bed. Whenever he had it, he usually got tired a few minutes later. While he took his medicine, Azula grabbed a nearby book to read for her long night. A few minutes later, she could hear her brother snoring.

"It's not your fault." Azula whispered, "Just-Just get better, dum-dum. I can't be banished by myself. Please don't make me do it alone." After a few seconds of listening to her brother snore and the waves crash against the ship, Azula returned to her book.

She swears, even if Zuko has no memory of saying it, that she heard Zuko say, "I'll be there, Lala."

#ask #azula #zuko #azula banished with zuko #avatar the last airbender

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 11 months ago

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Ohhh heheheeeeeHEHEEHHEEEEE giggles and rubs my hands together evilly. so we’ve had cult leader!geto and you who’s mad at him… and we’ve also had you who’s slowly accepting loving him…. But what about cult leader!geto and reader that’s just. Moved on. Accepted it when he left because of the understanding that it’s just the way life goes. Doesn’t mean to say that you didn’t miss him, that you still don’t, it just means that you understand that there’s no point being angry about things you can’t change, so you let it go. Obviously, it’s sugu. There’s no replacing him. But you don’t try to replace him, you just carry on with life. You find other people who are special to you and you don’t try to fill the hole he left in your heart, you accept it, heal it, and work around it. He sees you again years later and he excepts you to be angry at him — wishes that you’d be angry at him — but you’re not, you just smile at him. There’s no anger in your eyes, no bared teeth or quips of bitterness, just a soft kind of understanding that you can forgive him and carry on with your life without allowing him back in. IM ACTUALLY GOING INSANE PLEASE…. It’s not quite you forgiving him and loving him, moreso just understanding and accepting that he was someone very special, but just not accepting him into your life again. He can’t exactly tame you because you’re not angry. There’s no storm to wait out, there’s no rage for him to soothe. Nonchalance and acceptance I think is the best way to combat him methinks… :333 OMGGG think of that beabadoobee song “the way things go” ohhhhh..

“Passed your house when I was on the train, in my mind you’ll always stay the same.” “And there’s so much left to say, I guess I’m just the bigger guy.” “A distant memory I used to know, oh I guess that’s just the way things go.” SCREAMS!!!! AUGGHHH IM SORRY THIS IS WAY TOO LONG BUT. AUGHH I could scream ab sugu forever…. <333 — stsg anon !!

STSG ANON i need you to know that this broke me. gutted me. i feel numb inside THIS IS SUCH A TASTY SCENARIO I’M SCREAMING

okay so. just putting this out there; i think this would break him. lmao. this is the cruelest thing you could do to him because it’ll hurt him like nothing else. and he deserves it!! this is the best possible scenario for you, but the worst for him. and that’s just….. soooo bittersweet.

He sees you again years later and he excepts you to be angry at him — wishes that you’d be angry at him — but you’re not, you just smile at him. There’s no anger in your eyes, no bared teeth or quips of bitterness, just a soft kind of understanding that you can forgive him and carry on with your life without allowing him back in.

goshhhh stsg anon…………. the way you wrote this…………. :(((( i’m in awe of you always. this made me so so emotional i’m just ……… hhhhhhh…… my heart is crumbling a tiny bit but i’m gonna try to be coherent…… T_T

i think geto would be happy for you. i think that despite his own feelings, he’d ultimately make the painful choice to respect your wishes and stay out of your life. it hurts him but there’s also this sense of inevitability — this is the natural consequence of his actions. he was a fool for expecting anything else, hoping for anything else. but a part of him always wished that you could be together again; and i think that wish hurts him more than anything.

geto really is just a lonely guy at the end of the day, and the thing about his ideal world is that it doesn’t even just boil down to a world without non-sorcerers — to geto, it boils down to a world where i don’t have to see my loved ones suffer. that’s what he wants more than anything!! and i think that even though he knows it’s unrealistic, even impossible, a part of him was always hoping that you’d wait for him to create that world for you. that you could one day go back to the way things were.

so meeting you again, and being forced to accept that it just won’t happen… that he’s just a person of your past and nothing else…. yeahhhh. it breaks him a little. then again, he always wished for your forgiveness; at least he has that. at least he knows you don’t hate him. there’s a kind of comfort in that, even though he probably would’ve preferred feelings of hatred to no feelings at all. :(

no but this is genuinely heartbreaking from geto’s pov and it’s even worse because you’re just doing what’s best for you!!! there’s no anger, no hard feelings, and it irks him because there’s nothing he can do!! you’re so right stsg anon!!! there’s no storm to wait out, there’s no rage for him to soothe….. there’s nothing he can do to change your mind. it just is what it is.

i also think this forces him into unveiling himself. this is just my own take but my interpretation of cult leader!geto is that he’s pretending to be something he’s not like . 80% of the time…. i think he copes by creating all these new personas, silly and overbearing and cruel, when deep down he’s still just sad and a little bit lost. a little lonely. it’s very telling that he felt the need to create a new family, because that’s just the kind of guy he is — he needs to have people around him to protect and cherish. very similar to gojo (stsg soulmatism strikes again)…. when he meets gojo in jjk 0 he feigns nonchalance, but later, when he’s watching the sunset and thinking about their history, he just looks sad. resigned. there’s a softness he’s trying to hide, but it never quite leaves him.

and i think that with you being so open, so sincere, he really wouldn’t have any choice but to meet that with a sincerity of his own. i can see him giving you one last sad smile, and honestly telling you that he’s happy for you. that he wishes you nothing but the best. and he truly means it. he wants you to be happy more than anything; it’s fine if he can’t be there to see it.

it’s a shame, but he’ll learn to live with it — for you.

so anyway this made me cry AND THEN YOU TOP IT OFF WITH BEABADOBEE????????? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME????????? THAT SONGGGGG STOP STOP PLEASE I CANT TAKE IT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 it’s so geto i’m abt to throw up blood

can’t remember how to say your name // let alone count all the freckles on your face // a distant memory i used to know // oh, i guess that's just the way things go // oh, i guess that's just the way things go

can’t remember when you said you called // miles away, and it was still my fault // the love you said you had, it sometime showed // oh, i guess that's just the way things go // oh, i guess that's just the way things go

passed your house when i was on a train // in my mind, you'll always stay the same // i’m happy now, i ought to let you know // but i guess that's just the way things go // oh, i guess that's just the way things go // and i don’t mind that that's the way things go.

:(((((( stsg anon i’m not even joking this made me tear up …… he’s just so lonely. you’ll always be you, and he’ll always be suguru. i don’t think he could ever stop being fond of you, even if you were to forget him one day. in my mind, you’ll always stay the same………….. sniffle. he’ll always, always remember you.

#if u listen closely u will hear the sound of me sobbing . pls ignore this #STSG ANON WHEN I CATCH UUUUUUUUUU #ALSO pls plspls never worry about ur asks being too long THEYRE NEVER TOO LONG!! i love reading them sm!!!!!#feel free to drop a whole fic in here ill eat it up happily #TYSM FOR UR THOUGHTS <333333 every time i get an ask from u it’s like opening my fridge and finding a fresh treat :33 ily!!!#no but pairing this w a beabadoobee song is genuinely so evil i cried real tears he’s sooo beabadobee coded … so mitski coded …..#wahhhhhh i miss him :((((((( i wanna give him a big hug.#ask tag ✩#stsg anon !! ✩

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kitsmits · 5 days ago

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OMG FINALLY! New Chapter of Mono no Aware is UP!

Ohhhhh myyyyy godddddd it's DONE! Chapter 28...er, 29...whatever! The NEXT chapter of MnA is finally up on FF.net and AO3! Go read it, leave a comment, pester me (politely) in the Ask box, and have a wonderful holiday! The next next chapter should be up by New Years. Yes, THIS New Years.

Go below the cut for a little snippet...

The main gate of Division Two came into her view, but it was the figure of a man leaning against the outer wall that drew her attention. Fuck…she did not want to deal with him right now! How long had it been since she last saw that unruly, straw-colored hair, anyway? Decades? She’d grown used to interacting only with his voice coming through a speaker, parroting the questions and commands of the Central representatives. Rarely did she actually see him anymore.

Maybe he wasn’t here for her. Maybe he was idling at the gates for some other reason. If she was fast enough, she could avoid him altogether.

That hope was dashed when Urahara Kisuke then looked up, smiled, and waved at her. Kaede was instantly on guard. Acting “normal” and friendly was a commonly used tactic for setting a target at ease. Was that what she was - a target? She’d just gone through a checkup a few months prior; what else would Urahara want with her?

“Urahara-san,” she greeted with a polite nod of her head. “Does Central 46 want something?”

“Eh?” Urahara’s brows shot up like he’d expected a friendlier greeting. “No, no, I just wanted to say hi! It’s been a while since we really talked, hasn’t it?”

And whose fault is that? she almost retorted. Instead, she replied, “I guess so.”

She began walking again, and Urahara fell into step beside her. “Sooo…how’ve you been?”

“Fine.”

“How’s the husband? He’s a lieutenant now, right?”

“Has been for decades.”

“Right, right…” He scratched his cheek. “Guess it has been a while, huh…”

“Is there something you want?” she blurted out, her patience already wearing thin. “Pardon my curtness, but I have a report to write, so if there’s something you need…”

“Ah, well, you probably wouldn’t have heard yet, but…” He grinned sheepishly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m taking over the captaincy in Division 12.”

Kaede’s steps slowed. That was Hiyori’s division, wasn’t it? Urahara was getting promoted? Wait - wouldn’t Sousuke have heard about this already, and wouldn’t he have told her? Or did he not know yet? How widespread was this news? And why was Urahara telling her this in person? Would it affect his role as her overseer?

“Did something happen to Hikifune-taicho?” was the question she voiced aloud.

“No - well, not exactly. She got a promotion of her own.”

Her brow furrowed. There was only one position higher than captain within the Gotei, and as far as she was aware, Yamamoto had yet to vacate it. So did that mean…? “A captain in Central 46? Wouldn’t that be a conflict of interest?”

“Oh, definitely. But that’s not where she went.”

Kaede waited for him to elaborate, but his silence told her even more. If he wasn’t volunteering more information on the matter, then either there was no more information to give, or that information was beyond her pay grade. She filed that away as something to bring up to Sousuke later.

After a few more silent steps, she prompted him: “So you’re taking over her post. Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” he quipped brightly. “Your enthusiasm is highly encouraging.”

Kaede bit back a sigh and stopped to face him. “Urahara-san, I am glad to hear that your centuries of devotion and hard work are being rewarded, but I fail to see what it has to do with me.”

“Oh, right!” he exclaimed with a short, nervous-sounding laugh. “Sorry, I guess I’ve rehearsed this so many times in my head that I forgot I hadn’t actually said it yet…Well, I’m told that new captains, especially if they’re changing divisions, have the option of bringing along one or two Shinigami from their old division.”

He watched her expectantly, and Kaede found herself disgusted by his audacity. Did he think she was going to jump up and down with her hand in the air, begging for the opportunity? If so, he’d be sorely disappointed; between the leaden weight that dropped in her stomach and how her blood began to simmer, she doubted she could manage a hop, let alone a jump.

She swallowed the bitter bile rising in her throat and tried to keep her voice even and neutral. “I’d suggest Soi Fon, but I doubt she’d voluntarily detach herself from our captain’s hip.”

“True - and besides, Soi Fon-san already hates me. I’m not looking to make the transition harder for myself.”

That, she could believe. Soi Fon was envious that Kaede had known her idol long before her; she could fully see the smaller woman hating Urahara for growing up with Yoruichi.

“Besides,” Urahara continued, “there’s really only one person I would want to ask.”

“Then you should ask.” It was obvious who he meant, but this was the most he’d said to her directly in almost a century, and she was out of patience for his vagaries.

“Fair enough, I guess…” He straightened, and the expectation in his expression - the assumption that he already knew her answer - made her blood boil. “Kaede. Would you come to Division 12 with me?”

She looked away, trying not to openly sneer. “Do I actually have a choice, or is this just another order?”

His face fell in understanding. “It’s entirely your choice, Kaede. Yoruichi-san and I discussed it a bit, but we both want it to be your decision. This doesn’t come from Central or anyone else.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Then how do you know they’d approve?”

“Honestly? I don’t know for sure. But one of the reasons they approved of you being in the Stealth Corps was that I was there, so it would make sense for you to follow me to a new division.”

She wanted to assign arrogance to his tone, but there was none. He was simply stating facts that she couldn’t refute. “Is that why you want me to go with you? To keep an eye on my seals?”

“Not at all,” he said with an ease that made her uncomfortable. Then, with a bit of contrition, he continued, “I know you never wanted to be in the Stealth Corps to begin with, and…I am sorry that choice was taken from you back then. It took a while, but I can finally give you a real choice of your own.”

Kaede’s entire body stiffened. Choice? There was no choice. Was this another test? Was she supposed to refuse, prove her loyalty by “voluntarily” remaining in the Stealth Corps as a dutiful assassin? Or was she supposed to accept this so-called offer and stay with her long-time warden?

“I’d need Central’s approval before I can make a decision,” she answered.

“And I will fight for you to have that decision,” Urahara replied. All hints of light-heartedness had left his face and voice; he was as serious as she’d ever seen him. “As will Yoruichi-san - if you want us to. We won’t force this on you.”

If she wanted them to? So if she asked them to fight for her, they’d know she didn’t actually want to stay in the Corps, which meant Central would also know. That had to be the reasoning at play.

“Kaede…” He lowered his voice. “I couldn’t do much as a unit head in the Stealth Corps, but as a Captain…this is the opportunity we’ve both been hoping for, the chance to bring real, meaningful changes to Soul Society. I could use help from someone who knows what’s at stake.”

Oh, so he wanted her help now? It was disgustingly transparent how he appealed to her desire to be useful, to be helpful.

Worse, though, was that she felt the appeal tug at something inside of her.

She forced herself to breathe deeply, to let that bit of weakness leave her in an exhale. She hadn’t been that timid lapdog for a long time now, and one day she’d be able to drop the facade and be her true self, right alongside Sousuke. They would bring about the changes Soul Society needed. Right now…how could she turn this situation to her best advantage?

“Why should I?”

The clear and utter lack of comprehension on Urahara’s face was almost funny. Satisfying, certainly. “Eh?”

“Why should I leave the Stealth Corps, if given the choice?” she clarified for him. “I’m sixth seat now, tied with Soi Fon. With you leaving, someone will need to take over your position as a Unit Head. Could be a good promotion opportunity. Why walk away from that?”

Urahara’s mouth formed a thin line. “I know that’s not what you want.”

“Do you?” she challenged, unable to keep the spite from her tone this time. “How would you know what I want or don’t want? When was the last time-”

She stopped herself before she finished, but by the way his face pinched, he got the message. “Kaede…I’m sorry. I did put distance between us, and at some point, I’d like the opportunity to explain myself. But…you know they won’t promote you any further.”

Of course she did. “Yeah, well, guess I should thank you for not giving me false hope this time, at least.”

It was satisfying to see him flinch, even if it was minute.

“I can’t give you a promotion,” he admitted. “But I can give you a way out of the Stealth Corps. Your place in Division 12 would be what you make it to be - that much, I can promise.”

The sincerity in his tone pulled at something in her chest. She wanted to believe him, didn’t she? She wanted to think that he still cared for her interests, that he’d ever cared at all.

Pathetic. Naive. Gullible.

Urahara sighed. “You don’t have to answer me now. And don’t worry about what Central will say; Yoruichi still has some strings she can pull, if need be. The ceremony is the day after tomorrow, and there’ll be some downtime while I get moved in. To be honest, I’m a bit nervous about it all, and I was hoping to have a friendly face with me to start things off.”

Was he trying to guilt her into accepting? The nerve…she almost wanted to refuse the offer just for that. However, that would be petty, and pettiness was a flaw of those with undeserved pride. Any decision she made had to be dictated by reason.

If she joined Division 12, she’d lose all the advantages of being a Stealth Corps operative. Her position had gained them entry to several noble estates, allowed them to bring many of the eyes and ears of the Seireitei under Kyoka Suigetsu’s influence, and placed her at the elbow of Yoruichi herself, a captain and noble clan head. It didn’t matter that she would never rise to a power seat; if anything, it was better for her to be overlooked and undervalued.

All of that was reason enough to stay right where she was. She could deal with her soul being chipped away. She was resilient, and it would all be worthwhile in the end.

Urahara started to walk away, but after just a few steps, he stopped, finger to his chin like he’d just remembered something. “Oh - actually, I think your friend from the Academy is in that division, right? Sarugaki Hiyori? Do you two still keep in touch?”

Oh, fuck him.

She wanted to slap him, to scream at him and tear his skin. She hated him in that moment, truly hated him, loathed him for daring to bring Hiyori up like this, like some bargaining chip he could casually toss on the table!

She swallowed her rage and replied as nonchalantly as she could. “Not really. We’ve both been busy.”

It was true enough: between her missions and her extracurricular activities with Sousuke, she simply didn’t have much chance to see the blonde spitfire. When Hiyori had been promoted to lieutenant, she hadn’t heard about it for over two months. Hiyori herself hadn’t even been the one to tell her.

In a way, Kaede was glad they’d lost touch. It meant she could put off getting answers to the questions she’d dreaded for decades. Would Hiyori be able to tell how much she had changed? What would she think of her now? Would she understand what Kaede and Sousuke were doing? Might she even side with them?

Or would she be another inevitable enemy?

But along with the cold dread of what might be, there was something lighter, warmer, and even more unbearable.

Hope.

Now that the prospect of joining Hiyori’s division had been presented, she couldn’t help but want it. There were so many ways for things to go wrong, but she almost didn’t care if it meant recapturing even a little of what the two of them had back in the Academy. Besides, this was Hiyori. She knew at least on some level how fucked up Soul Society was, how much it needed to change. She’d always been on Kaede’s side before. Maybe she would be again, and when the time came, they could fight together to make things better.

Kaede tried to smother the spark and remain objective. There was no use in pondering scenarios that were unlikely to pass anytime soon, nor in indulging in fanciful daydreams. Besides, hadn’t she already decided that it was best to remain at her post in the Stealth Corps?

Is that what you want?

Not now, she mentally hissed, one hand dropping to the hilt of her Zanpakuto. This wasn’t the time for Mono no Aware’s probing introspection, and it wasn’t about what she wanted. It was about what was best for both her and Sousuke, for their ultimate goals.

But now that the prospect had been suggested…she couldn’t turn it aside so easily. So…was there some advantage she could find in switching divisions that would outweigh what she’d be discarding from the Stealth Corps? She would need a damn good reason…

#Mono no Aware #bleach fanfiction #sorano kaede #aizen sousuke #kisuke urahara #bleach #bleach oc #writing update

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lesbiandarvey · 6 months ago

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could donna and harvey do iconic sports night fics

sorry this post is just for me dont worry about it

a form in wax: yes yes yes!!!! literally a form in wax is basically season 5 of suits -> danny leaving for la triggering casey’s problems with his father and going to therapy about it… so like donna leaves and goes to work for louis harvey starts having panic attacks and seeing paula about it to talk about his shitty relationship with his mother and it ends with him going to donnas’ friends art gallery opening and saying what do i want from you? i figured it out. i finally fucking figured it out… i want you to marry me

small town: yes! oh fuck yeah okay thomas would be the bobby bernstein so like donna and harvey have lived together as roommates for years in a small town in nova scotia working at a boutique law firm when thomas comes back into donnas life and asks her to come work with him -> the “im leaving you harvey” moment is her going to work with thomas and harvey freaks out

like sailing and home runs: ohhhhh okay ohmygod so in this harvey is the danny character. so his mom has a heart attack and his has to run to boston despite not speaking to her for years and right before he leaves he kisses donna in his office cus shes good and he needs just a little bit of that goodness in his life and then pulls back and leaves. and hes in the hospital all day surrounded by his dysfunctional family trying to make it through the fucking day and donna follows him to boston cus she knows he needs her. and she’s waiting in his hotel room after and he kisses her and things are happening and then he has a panic attack cus its just too much all at once and he calls paula saying “guy freaks out after kissing his best friend after his mom almost dies. not exactly the best romance novel of all time” and then the rest of the fic is harvey working through his guilt over kissing donna and how angry he is with his mother and how donna says that she thought… she thought that when harvey kissed her in new york she thought it meant he was ready and he wanted her to follow him and then they have That conversation im not explaining it well but its good in the fic

first base: OOOHHHH . i dont know??? maybe! maybe… like donna and harvey have this Thing in their 20s this half affair thing oh okay i think harvey is the danny here? where donnas married to . NO WAIT donna and harvey are the SECOND HALF of first base and CAMERON and harvey are the first half dancing in the kitchen in the refrigerator light and it messes him up for a long time until he finally is ready to be with someone again and he and donna finally get together after years and then get married like a week later. ok okay so the scarf moment is like right after he leaves cameron, he goes to donnas place and they spend the night together and he accidentally left his tie there and she kept it this whole time

even sugar peas run of out snap: no sorry . sugar peas really has to be two men. maybe maaaaybe if donna and harvey were lesbians in 1999 they could do sugar peas but also the whole point of sugar peas is that it ends in tragedy and darvey is about the fact they fall in love for the last time and its permanent. plus like the whole thing about sugar peas is about their role as Performers as Guys On Television like they have to be famous and closeted so donnaharvey doesn’t really work

whats that one called thats from january 1999 and its the first ever recorded dancasey fic where they sleep together in the office and wake up the next morning on the couch together and have to spend the rest of the day trying to figure out what to do next…. no i dont think donna and harvey would do that. its less fun when its about a guy and his secretary in the office together than two men who are partners. altho i am thinking now how crazy it would be if 8x16 happened in the office rather than her apartment. like it would be bad obviously but still i am thinking about it

WAIT VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS CATWALKSALONE how could i have forgotten voice in the wilderness but i dont think donnaharvey could do voice in the wilderness cus the whole point is about dan getting over his internalized homophobia BUT! catwalksalones other fic i love dearly is the chutes and ladders fic where “that night in minneapolis with the jäegermeister” they slept together and never mentioned it again and dan ever since has wondered about that and how everytime they get close it ends with casey pulling away -> so like after that night in the other time donna has always wondered what could have happened and how every time she and harvey get close to Something happening harvey pulls away and donna is desperately trying to figure out what the fuck is going on

#don’t even worry about it #amanda.doc #darvey

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hello! 27, 29, AND 30 for the writer wrapped, please!! :3 :3 :3

oh hi you !! 😍 ty for the asks. Let's see... What do you listen to while writing?

These days I usually pull up MyNoise and have some kind of white noise or background ambiance when I’m writing. I used to write to character playlists that I write but I get too distracted by it now so I go all in on white noise. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Ohhhhh, this is a hard one. But some of my favorites are from Some Kind of Disaster, my Yennefer/Jaskier Thanedd missing scenes fic with them all kinds of soft about each other and Geralt. I have so many favorite passages from that fic. Mmmm.. this one:

"Are we friends?" Yennefer asked. The question so wholly took Jaskier by surprise that he laughed.

"Friends? Oh, no, we're not friends," he said and giggled, punch-drunk from sleep deprivation and the irony. What was it about Jaskier's character that he was so predisposed to the emotionally challenged. But, oh, how he loved this.

He glanced at Yennefer again and laughed at her stupefied, exhausted expression. "Daresay we might be chums, perhaps."

"Chums," Yennefer echoed dubiously.

Jaskier couldn't help but wheeze with more laughter and he pulled the blankets up to his chest. A chest that Yennefer had nuzzled for the last half hour after giving him a rather cathartic kiss.

He raised his hand and began counting off his fingers. "I was going to ask how many friends you've threatened with castration, attempted to curse into a frog, nearly pushed off a cliff, and had rushed headlong into danger to rescue after forsaking your own safety….and later groping in the middle of the night after a traumatic event," Jaskier rubbed his eyes and tried to remember where he was going with this. "That might actually be friendship to you, now that I think about it."

Biggest surprise while writing this year?

Biggest surprise is that I managed to write/finish and post anything this year since my health was so poor. But also I wasn’t intending on writing book Francesca/Tissaia. I had actually spent a few months outlining a TWN Tissaia lives AU instead. But I had seen a prompt in January that was like lightning in a bottle inspiration and I was so excited to try my hand at this idea for the book characters, and it was a wonderful surprise. It’s called parable of the hostages. Angsty injury recovery and open-endedness AU'ness. What if book Tissaia lived?

#ao3 wrapped #ao3 wrapped 2024 #crushcandles #writing meme #fic meme #answerdora #my fic #my witcher fic

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ok if not im like 10 million years late to the fandom ask game but could i get some find us alive opinions :]

AHHHHHHHHH FIND US ALIVE HI HI YOU ARE NOT LATE. NOT LATE AT ALL. SNILES SO HARD I LOVE FIND US ALIVE

My favorite female character: I would be HARD-PRESSED to find a character I find more interesting than Alves. And the thing is that I also do not like her. But I love her. She's so interesting and complex and her inability to accept change for a very long time and her love for everyone around her has compelled me. She's miserable because she feels like she has to be miserable. She would sacrifice herself for everyone around her (and she does), but she would and does also sacrifice everyone around her for the world. And she thinks that's the right thing to do. My girl is so repressed and she pushes her emotion so far down and then either doesn't notice or beats herself up about the fact that it seeps through the cracks regardless. As if emotion is not a very normal and very human and often times very good thing. She RUNS from pain and suffering but she is SURROUNDED by it. And also later she tries to ruin their chances of reuniting to keep any sense of control that she can. Control is SOOOO important to her. If she doesn't have that, what DOES she have? She can't help people without it. She's so interesting and everything about her breaks my heart and also makes me mad and I love her so much. Also all of the other female characters are my 2nd favorites, it was SO hard to choose

My favorite male character: Harley. He's pitiful. OK NO IM JUST KIDDING. HE IS KIND OF PITIFUL SOMETIMES BUT THATS NOT WHY. He does so much good for the site, he's so useful and helpful and essential and he just doesn't see it. He CANT see it. And then when he understands that he IS important, it's not as great as he thought it would feel. And the whole thing with learning to deal with what happened with Lancaster and how to forgive Lancaster AND himself for not seeing what was happening has compelled me. It's killing me. Still. MONTHS after I got to that part it's killing me. AND HE WASNT SPECIFICALLY ANGRY WITH LANCASTER FOR CUTTING HIS ARM OPEN, HE WAS MAD BECAUSE THEYRE SUPPOSED TO BE BEST FRIENDS. THEYRE SUPPOSED TO TALK. AND IDK. IDK MAN HARLEY IS SO INTERESTING TO ME FOR SO MANY REASONS AND HE DRIVES ME ACTUALLY NUTS. Also miserable radio operator is just a character description that is fun to me. Not fun for him, but fun for me. And also miserable. 2nd favorite is obviously Lancaster

My favorite episode: SOOOO so difficult. Uhhhh!!!! THE "BEACH" EPISODE. EVERYTHING IS SO GOOD AND IT ALSO EVERYTHING IS SO BAD AND NOBODY KNOWS IT. NOBODY AT ALL. SAME THING WITH THE EPISODE WHERE LANCASTER GETS BITTEN. EVERYTHING IS SO GOOD AND SO BAD AT THE SAME TIME AND NOBODY KNOWS IT. The beginning of disaster. ANOTHER disaster

My favorite. Moment? Yeah: Lancaster getting bitten by the ant. I heard that and I was like ohhhhh. Oh nooooo. NOOOOOOO NONONO SOMETHING SO BAD IS GOING TO HAPPEN. AT THE VERY LEAST ITS GOING TO GET INFECTED BUT ITS GOING TO BE SO MUCH WORSE. A devastating day for me and everyone on planet earth I believe. ALSO IT DID GET INFECTED TOO. SO BAM.

My favorite cast member: I LOVEEEE LOVE LOVE LOVE'S VA. I LOVE LOVE HERSELF SOOOOO SO MUCH AND I LOVE LOVE'S VA TO DEATH, THEY DID SUCH A GOOD JOB WITH HER AND URGHHHGDJFKDLDOFNFKD

My favorite ship: RADDLOVE. THERES JUST SO MUCH ABOUT THEM, ANNA MAGUIRE SPENT SOOO SO LONG BUILDING UP TO EVERYTHING AND WATCHING RADDAGHER AND LOVE START TO FIGURE EVERYTHING OUT WAS SO CUTE AND IT DROVE ME CRAZY. YOU WOULD KNOW. THEYRE LIKE ACTUALLY FLESHED OUT AND COMPLEX AND EVEN AND ESPECIALLY THEIR COMMUNICATION AND RELATIONSHIP AFTER LOVE'S ANEURYSM WAS SO IMPORTANT TO ME. SOOOO SO IMPORTANT TO ME. They're just important to me in general. AND THE WAY THINGS START WITH JUST TOLERATING EACH OTHER TO WHAT WE HAVE NOW?? ARGAHHAHDKDKSJGKDSKCK

A character I'd die defending: Alves. SHE DID SO MUCH BAD AND THATS NOT EXCUSABLE BUT I WILL STAND ON MY ALVES HILL FOREVER JUST BECAUSE OF HER MOTIVATIONS AND EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT. But your honor SHE LOVES EVERYONE ON SITE SO MUCH AND SHES REACTING THE ONLY WAY SHE REALLY BELIEVES WORKS. even though shes seen otherwise

A character I just can't sympathize with: THE NEBULOUS, ANONYMOUS BODY THAT IS THE VERY FOUNDATION ITSELF. I HATE THEM TO DEATH. DEATH!!!!!!! And it's not even a single character, it's a bunch of unnamed people that I CANNOT STAND

A character I grew to love: Alves. I will admit that I did not like her back when she first showed up, but that's when we didn't know practically ANYTHING about her and we only knew things that were said by the Unreliable Narrator Five

My anti otp: I don't really think I have one. I'm trying to think and there's stuff that ANNOYS ME TO DEATH, but they don't make it to exactly an antiotp. Like shipping love or raddagher with anyone else ANNOYS THE SHIT OUT OF ME, but it's not the end of the world. Just quite. Also I LOVE Klein and Alves but just as divorcees. I don't see them working out in any world, I need them to be doomed in the most mundane of ways. I don't think that qualifies though

Specially mention to dumptruck, the most important person on planet earth

#if i got anything wrong you can just kill me on the spot #BAHAHAHSKFKRJCLFK this was a LOT of yelling sndkfjsldkfn #FUA MY BELOVED. MY DEAREST #THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS AGAHHSHDKDKFKSLSJFNSKF #asks #i love Love #very fun to type over and over. love doesnt look like a word #anymore

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