#but well. better to have a starting point i suppose. that's what this is

[hueseok]

can’t stop thinking about husband!yoongi who also happens to be a ceo, the very reason why he has the ability to spoil you rotten whenever he wants to.

“yoongi, come on!” you call out to your husband, seeing him still sitting on a chair while you’ve been here in the pool for a considerably long time now, expecting that he was going to join you shortly after like he said earlier.

however, it’s been roughly ten minutes now and he’s stuck there on his patio chair, scrolling through his phone and enjoying the bottle of wine he opened before you dipped yourself in the water.

“i change my mind,” he says, a bit sheepish. “the water looks cold, babe. i don’t think i want to.”

you roll your eyes, swimming closer to him. “then why did you even book us a suite with a private pool?”

“because i know you’d love it.” he smiles. “and also because i was expecting we’d swim in the daytime.”

“what’s the fun in that?”

“uh, perhaps, feeling fresh and cool and—”

“babe,” you cut him off, leaning now on the edge of the pool, “just join me.”

“yes, ma’am.”

you laugh as you see him hesitantly standing up and taking his shirt off, soon going to the steps of the pool where it leads him deeper and where you’re already waiting for him as well.

yoongi childishly holds out his hand to you, which you take with a laugh, helping him to fully sink himself in the water.

“fuck, it’s cold,” he says with a grimace and a shiver, something that makes you grin, immediately putting your arms on his neck and wrapping your legs around his waist once he goes closer.

“you’re so dramatic.”

“it is, though. look, i have goosebumps.” he raises his arm and you glance at it, snorting.

“okay, point proven, big baby.”

yoongi looks at you and breaks off into a big smile, chuckling and encircling his arms on your waist, giving your lips a quick kiss.

“enjoying this trip so far?”

“yup.” you nod.

“good.”

the both of you kiss again, this time much longer now, with yoongi angling his face to the side so he can do it better, one hand resting on your cheek, his thumb lightly rubbing against it.

you can feel your heartbeat escalating at just the feel of him this near, your skin touching and bringing a little warmth in the cold water. it makes yoongi think that he should have just done this much earlier rather than prolonging it from happening because of his laziness at the thought of taking a shower after this.

“thanks for bringing me here,” you murmur against his mouth, your own curving up in a smile. “i never thought we’d actually go overseas for our anniversary.”

“it’s not like we haven’t done it before.” his hold on you tightens as you place little kisses on his jaw down to his neck, eventually settling on leaning your head on his shoulder. “besides, i think i need to make up for the fact i forgot last year’s anniversary.”

you laugh at the memory. “it’s okay. you already told me that you forgot it because our wedding date and the day we started dating confused you. plus, you took me to that restaurant i love.”

“still though… the first year is supposed to be memorable.”

“no, it isn’t. the first year’s supposed to be the hardest.” you pull back to smile at him. “so, you get a pass.”

“thank god,” he jokes and chuckles, you doing the same.

“but seriously, yoon,” you play with the hair on the back of his head, gazing at his eyes, “thank you. you always go ahead of yourself just to do things for me—to make me happy, you know?”

“why are you thanking me? it’s what i’m supposed to do.”

“no. you could have been a shitty boyfriend, and then a shitty husband but... you’re just the best. you’ve given me everything i could possibly want and been the man i needed. i’m so lucky to have you.”

yoongi gazes at you in absolute awe, that amazing feeling again spreading in his chest and making him feel all giddy and happy.

he wasn’t lying when he said that thanking him wasn’t needed, but the acknowledgement and the appreciation you’re showing surely makes him pleased, heart getting bigger because of it.

“you’re drunk, aren’t you?” he nevertheless asks though, teasing and taking the opportunity of you being lovey-dovey, that you hit his bare chest without hesitation.

“i’m serious,” you whine.

“i know, baby, which makes me glad. but it’s only what you deserve, okay? the reason why i’m doing this, i mean. you’ve been there for me too—when i was in the worst place, when the company almost went bankrupt… you were the one who picked me up to my feet, loved me unconditionally. so… let’s be real. i’m the real lucky one here.”

you smirk, fondly staring at every feature he has on his face, smiling wide. “are we just going to start saying our vows again?”

he snorts. “says the woman who started being sappy.”

“do you want me to apologize for letting my husband know i love him?”

“no,” he shakes his head, not helping himself as he leans closer to you so that he can place his lips over yours again, “i love it when you say that you love me.”

“and i really do, you know. i’ll never get tired saying how much i love you so much,” you agree almost immediately, melting into the kiss again.

he hums contently, caressing your sides. “i love you too, baby. you’re the reason why i thank the heavens for being alive every single day.”

under the stars and the moon that night, until the moment the two of you decide to take that intimate moment right there inside, it feels like a second honeymoon with yoongi.

you know he’s a busy man, a workaholic—and yet the fact that he can spare this much time for you to make you feel loved on the very same day you got married, makes you think all over again how fortunate you are to be with someone like him who works hard for you both but never forgets to cherish you.

[w2mini]

“Inarizaki with a manager who…” randoms !!

warnings: reader is reserved, fem reader, swearing, platonic or romantic idgaf

IDK bout’ you guys, but every time I think about Inarizaki having a manager, I think about someone who:

Is stereotyped as your typical “quiet” and “reserved” demeanor girlie when in actuality—she just finds herself in a difficult position to open up to the boys. 😓

- I mean, who wouldn’t have a hard time, they’re like top two in the nation and HIGHKEY intimidating to be with, I have respect 4u girl. 🫡 but a job is a job. Kita recruited you since he had to balance his club and academics at one point (also following the coach’s suggestion).

Also should I just mention that you are such a beauty??? Like, maybe if you weren’t so pretty and mysterious then they wouldn’t be bothering you so much just to talk with you!! 😾

- Suna tries to small talk with you sometimes, keyword: tries (his way of trying is giving you the most unnoticeable hints that he wants to talk with you).

- Whenever you begin to feel tired during a long day in practice, Osamu won’t just let it slip past him and hands you some of his mint candy that he has to help you stay awake as he suggests. Yall chill like that🤞

- You and Kita are the ones who are always together, since you guys discuss about the team’s schedule and strategies alongside coach. But that’s just about it.

- Aran and Omimi tends to help you with your duties, especially if it requires lifting heavy weight or a lot of items to carry. We love gentlemen. 🫡

- Riseki is TOO shy to chat with you, but he’s trying his best I swear. 🥲 Your glamorous self just makes him feel like standing beside you feel like a huge offense.

- The closest (🤏) I would consider to be close to you is proably Akagi and Ginjima, they were the ones who approached you with a warm welcome and introduced you to the team as they showed you the ropes of being a manager.

As for Atsumu? I’m gonna need a whole separate section for him hol’ on.

- How do I even start with him.

- Because for the first time, he doesn’t attract your attention, he’s chasing for it.

- You’re supposed to praise him! fangirl over him! shower him with your undying attention! Not just awkwardly standing there and nodding every now and then! 😾

- Can’t you see how hurt his pride is. 😞 (his fault for expecting too much tbh 😹)

- His last straw was during when he was practicing his sets and you were there to watch. So when you approached him, he was expecting the words: “wow you’re amazing Atsumu!”

- Your response?

- “Miya you should probably extend your arms further more so you have better accuracy on the ball.”

- his jaw dropped to the floor.

- YOU? THE MANAGER? giving him TIPS?

- and what’s worst is that you were right and it genuinely improved his sets slightly better, oh he’s never forgetting about this.

But even after all that, you genuinely just could not bring yourself to be close and open up to them, your reason? a lot.

- The volleyball team of Inarizaki is undeniably well known around the campus and to be their manager is either a curse or a blessing.

- actually scrap that. It’s a fucking curse.

- number one. the top on the damn list. their fangirls.

- the amount of them that question you about the team is just too much for your poor social battery to handle. You were their victim number one to harass about the team. (props to Aran for always saving you during times like these 🙂‍↕️)

- which is also why you have a set of rules to yourself whenever you encounter one of the members in the campus: 1) walk quickly past them in the hallways, 2) only talk to them when they initiate it first, and 3) to never bring up anything about them around the campus.

- number two would be the team itself. why? very self explanatory. 😊

- you do not get an ounce of peace and rest around those guys. Especially Atsumu’s endless cycle of jokes and teasing just to get a reaction out of you.

- and that one time Osamu accidentally served a ball towards you. You were on the tribunes just taking notes. WHO SERVES AT THE TRIBUNES.

- but its okay, he bought you a snack as an apology after that on the convenience store run on the way home. His motherfucker of a twin however just laughed at you like a maniac.

- also the amount of strays you have to pick up during practice is EXHAUSTING. Being their manager made your spine feel like 85 years old.

However, you are genuinely such a hardworking girlie🥹 your actions spoke louder than words, it’s just your way of showing you care for them but sometimes you just don’t feel like it’s enough and you don’t think they notice it either because of how reserved you could be.

- Inarizaki’s volleyball team was independent, they didn’t need a manager.

- which is what they think.

- because ever since you arrived, Kita has felt a heavy weight lift off his shoulders (++ coach too). You’ve genuinely helped them in ways that you didn’t deem possible

- you also took notes of the smallest things or even the quiet observations about the team on your notebook (e.g. “Make sure Atsumu doesn’t forget about his water” or “Osamu gets grumpy if he skips meals” etc.)

- Although they may not be vocal about it or have mentioned about it—the team just has so much respect for you. To be able to manage a team like them is impressive. They don’t think anyone would be able to top your managing skills EVER.

So yeah, it kinda just went on like that… not for long. You strictly kept a classmate relationship between them and just went on being their manager—you do your job, but you kept a distance. That is until Inarizaki gets their win against another strong team.

It wasn’t anything serious or sad with what became the turning point in your relationship with the team, I’d say its very Inarizaki like.

- It happened when Inarizaki won against a really strong team, the game was fierce and stressful to watch, but in the end they were able to snatch the gold.

- Undeniably, the boys are all hyped. “We should celebrate! C’mon let’s go out to eat!” Akagi says as he excitedly suggested.

- the others agreed with the idea, especially a certain twin. On the way, they all discussed their orders and plans for later. In the end they all decided to go for ramen.

- You on the other hand kept silent. You decided it was best for you to go home already and let them have their fun, your social battery was draining anyways.

- which COULD’VE been the plan.

- Until Kita turns around to your direction, then offhandedly says: “You’re coming too right?”

- your brain short circuits.

- it doesn’t help with the fact now that the rest is also waiting for your answer.

- is this what they call peer pressure. 😵‍💫

- but it was in this moment that you realize that—they actually want you to be there. Not just as their manager, but as part of the team.

- So you agreed.

- It was a warm moment when you guys were inside the ramen bar, everyone made an effort to include you, making stupid jokes, teasing you slightly, sharing food, etc.

- And, probably for the first time ever, you were laughing with them.

- And, they all just. froze.

- Because they rarely saw you express emotions around them. Heck, not even a laugh!

- They all glanced at each other and nodded, yep, it was like they had antennas saying their common goal: to see you smile more.

In the end, Inarizaki needs a manager who can handle their shit—and love them anyway.

WOOO kinda short but hope u guys enjoyed, I just kinda wanted to share my thoughts BECAUSE every time I write about Inarizaki having a manager, I always imagine someone who’s just keeps to herself yk, but thas js me🤷‍♀️ Thats why I chose Haerin for today’s layout because the personality matches her sm lowk omg

I kinda wanna make this a series tbh, LIKE that one shiratorizawa series in Ao3 I FORGOT THE NAME but you guys know right….. right.

[sirxlla]

Okay I have a request if you could do it, btw I love your bat bros writings

What about how would batboys be if the reader was a tailor?

You're Their Seamstress/Tailor (Batboys)

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Dick: You had bent over, and since Dick was feeling cheeky (pun intended), he swatted your ass.

"I will choke the life out of you with my tailor tape, Grayson." You smacked his arm with a laugh and a smile.

"Hey, you do it to me all the time and it's not my fault you tailor your pants so well to your body."

You roll your eyes before measuring his hips, having to slightly press your face to his stomach.

"Hey there, do I gotta pay extra or does that come included in my fitting?" He remarks, being a smartass as per usual.

You finished up measuring him and started working on his suit, at some point while watching tv he passed out on your couch. You grabbed a blanket and covered him up before returning to your work tailoring his suit. He had a gala to go to and navy really brought out his blue eyes especially when paired with a baby blue tie. The color combination was so simple but it always made him look so handsome.

"God- Fuckin- Shit! Fuck me!" He had slept for a few hours but woke suddenly when he heard you cuss.

"You okay?" He asked with concern as he pushed the blanket off him and got to his feet before quickly making his way over to you.

"Yeah, I- I'm okay, I just sliced my finger open with the scissors." You got up and rushed over to the sink and let the cold water run over it. Dick was quick to grab the first aid kit to bandage your finger.

"It's alright fingers tend to bleed a lot." He said as he noticed the worry and pain on your face. Dick opened the triple antibiotic that has pain relief, thankfully. He dried your finger, put the antibiotic on it and then the little Spongebob bandaids youd picked out which made you smile. You had always thought it was worth the extra couple cents to get themed bandaids cause they gave a smidge of dopamine as well as protection for your finger. Having Star Wars, Hello Kitty or Spongebob bandaids did a lot to help you and others feel a little bit better after an accident.

Dick kissed your finger over the bandaid as he looked into your eyes. "My- My mom always said if you kiss it, it'll heal quicker. I know it's bullshit but little things like that help a lot when accidents happen." Remembering how his mom would kiss his boo boos when he was a kid, he didnt talk about her much so when he brought her up it was heart-warming to know he trusted you with that.

"Thats why I get the themed bandaids! Its the little trivial things that mean a lot." You smiled as you were so glad he had the a smiliar outlook as you.

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Jason: It was very unsurprising when it came to how rough Jason was on everything from his guns to his jacket, to his boots so it was almost weekly that you were fixing something of his.

"Jay, how do you even tear this area?" You said as you held up the jacket that had definitely seen better days, a massive hole in the upper bicep.

"Easy, I've been working out." Jason says being a complete smartass, which you suppose is a good thing, considering if he wasn't, you would know there was something wrong with him.

"Hardy Har Har." Giving him an annoyed smirk flipping him off before grabbing your needle and thread. Unfortunately, a lot of the things that Jason needed patched up had to be hand-sewn, and so you painstakingly spent hours fixing any little holes he had.

"Angel, you know that's not nice." He laughs as he quickly quips back at you, sitting in the desk chair next to you, spinning around.

"I know, that's why I said it." You grabbed his chair and stopped him from spinning. "With the damage being the way it is, I'm most likely going to have to hold on to this for a couple of days, but I did work on something for you."

You put the jacket down so you could get back to it later and got up from your seat. Expecting him to get up and follow, but of course, him being him, he decided that it was a good idea to roll the desk chair across the floor behind you. You rolled your eyes and opened the cabinet to a fairly badass and upgraded suit.

"I worked with Lucius to improve a few things; the fibers are thicker but still breathable and light. Kneepads, chest plate, bracers and the helmet is the same design as before, but we added a better filtration system and a heads-up display on the helmet so you can track blood and run an analysis of whatever you need. The cargo pants are more tear resistant, the jackets new material but the old design." You ran him through all the little bits and pieces of the upgrades, and he almost looked in shock.

"You just did this? Like I didn't even need to ask you, you just did... I have been wondering about a new suit." The smirk that always seemed to lace his tone seemed to slip, now laced with appreciation. "How do you know I needed all this stuff?"

"Well, I talked with Bruce and Barbara on exactly what you needed technology wise and then I spoke to Lucius about the way you fight and things that are tearing and such. Considering he's done so much work with Bruce I figured he would know best and we got it figured out. If you end up not liking something let me know and we'll tweak it as needed."

"Holy shit, this is just..." He stands up from the desk chair and pushes it away from him a little bit. The wheels roll against the tile of the floor as he gazes at his new suit. "No, Angel. I have a feeling this is gonna be amazing." He grabs youand gives you a big hug, In this moment he felt so cared for and so appreciated as he squeezed you a little. "You're a goddamn genius, Angel."

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Bruce: You worked with Lucius on Bruce's suit, working with him on design and functionality. You and Bruce were arguing, the two materials he wanted to pair would make his suit heavy in the rain and he wasn't listening.

"You know what, do it your way, Bruce. Cause you're always right." You stared into his ocean blue eyes with annoyance and anger. Usually those eyes mean the world and could bring you to your knees but right now all you felt was annoyance and irritation.

"I will." He said it with a bit of a smartass tone, he was glad you backed down because he wasnt used to being questioned by anyone.

Guess what happened? The dumbass's suit was too heavy, and he ended up falling off a three-story building.

Thankfully, he's okay but now youre taking care of him. You didn't need to tell him I told you so, he knew he was wrong. While he was passed out in his bed you fixed up his suit and replaced the material that made it so heavy.

Bruce was never one for customizing his things too much but you knew how much he cared about his parents and sewed a small black rose into the undershirt of his suit. It was something he may never see or notice but it felt right considering how often he'd place roses where his parents were killed in Crime Alley, it was like they'd be with him at all times.

Bruce found it months later and immediately thought of you. He'd been thinking of you a lot and he realized how much you truly care about him by doing such little things like refill the water bottles in the batmobile and clean his suit without him asking. He sent you black roses as a thank you so you knew he saw it.

"You do so much for everyone and my family wouldnt be nearly as safe without you. I cant thank you enough. Let me take you out to dinner when you have time. - BW"

Your heart lept into your chest, you and Bruce bumped heads but it was in the same way an old married couple did, you both wanted what was best for the other. Bruce didnt want that other material cause he knew it'd be a pain for you to sew, even if he wouldn't tell you that. You wanted him safe, he knew that but you'd been busting your ass for the whole Batfamily so he asked for the other material even if in the end it did make him look stupid and dislocated one of his shoulders.

So due to that, he could at least get you to take you on a date, he needed a break too and it would be nice to get out and get away from all his kids to spend time with someone he was growing quite fond of.

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Tim: When it came to upgrading Tim's gadgets it was a pain in the ass because he always needed the newest tech and a way to upgrade it. Fortunately, when it came to the gadgets he handled that himself or he had Lucius help with it.

When it came to the suit itself it didn't need to be upgraded unless it had some serious degradation and it was getting to that point, it had holes and rips everywhere.

"No, Tim. We cant talk about it later." You spoke to him through comms as he was on patrol.

"I'm a little busy." You could hear the wind on his cape as he glided over and through the city.

"You're always busy, Tim. The suit needs upgrades and if we dont get to them now it'll be too late. If you dont wanna miss a night of patrol then we need to do it now."

"Alright, Jesus. Why do you always gotta be right?" He said with a easy-going joking tone as he landed on a roof somewhere and there was the sound of the rain patting down onto his cape.

"So I was thinking maybe some titanium coated armor, it'd be stronger but definitely wouldnt add much weight...then maybe we could keep the boots but the pants wear too quickly-"

"Yeah, all that sounds good. I trust you but I gotta go, just do whatever you want." He said as it sounded like he started fighting a group of thugs. "I gotta go, getting my ass handed to me over here. You know? Normal stuff." He said with a laugh.

You worked like a mule trying to get his suit together, referencing his measurements and the sketch you had done several versions of trying to figure which looked the best and was the most functional. Tim bounces around like a ping pong ball so you just put the new suit in place of the old one so he could try it when he got around to it.

"Hey, have you seen this suit?! This is amazing!" He asked you as if he didn't already know you made it yourself.

"I'm glad you like it." You smiled as you worked on other garments.

"I could kiss you, this is so amazing! I- I- I mean...Um, yeah. Thank you." He says as he quickly leaves the room in his suit before his face matches the red on the new chest piece.

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Damian: Being Bruce's son meant Damian would regularly have to attend galas. Damian wasnt so rough on his armored suits so mainly he needed to commision you for suits and the like.

He wasn't very talkative or sociable but secretly it was your favorite thing to do to dress up Damian like your own little Ken doll. Of course he'd never tell you but something about you lighting up everytime he needed something tailored just made his black heart just a very shades lighter.

"Mmm hmmm hmmm." You hummed to your music, your headphones on as to not disturb Damian while you fitted him with the new suit you had just finished but minutes before he walked in.

"You know you don't have to do that?"

"What?" You asked a bit concerned that you'd upset him in some sorta way.

"You can play your music out loud. I don't mind." He wanted to let you in and he could see how much you relaxed after he said that.

"I um- I don't know if you'll like it." You said concerned as you fiddled with your tailored tape.

"Well, we don't know if I will if you dont show me." Damian was in uncharted territory on talking to people and getting to know them but this felt good?

"I'm just listening to the Arcane soundtrack for this last season. It was so good." You almost started rambling but stopped, you liked Damian and didnt want him to think you were weird by going off about your interests.

"Yeah, it was pretty good, I really didn't expect that ending..."

"No, No, No! Wait! I haven't finished it. I just- I haven't had the chance. I'm on like episode four or five." You stopped him before he went on and accidentally spoiled it.

"Oh, so you haven't even got to the big parts then..."

"No, I've been working on your suit." You said as you smoothed the suit over his shoulders. The suit is a beautiful deep burgundy, the collars black with a black tie and white undershirt, simple but unique. He looks stunning, your hands held his wrist as you put on his cufflinks for him.

"We'll, I um..." Holy shit he was nervous, he'd not done this in ages...and he was never nervous but he wanted to make a good impression. He took a deep breath. "Hey, why don't you and I watch the last episodes together? Like make it a night tomorrow or something? I mean- Actually... do you have time tonight?"

"Tonight? I thought you were busy with the gala." You asked him, you didnt wanna say yes then make him feel obligated when he was actually meant to be somewhere else.

"I was but Jason and Dick can deal with it. I'd rather spend my night here with you if that's okay." You turned your face away from him as it was probably obvious that your heart was beating in eyes like an old cartoon.

"I'd love that." Your eyes glancing up at his a lot less nervous and a lot more hopeful.

That night was full of a lot of emotion from the show and you ended up a sobbing mess against his chest, thank goodness he'd changed out of the suit otherwise it would be soaked with your tears. He held you all through it and by the end of the night he was sure he was crushing on you.

-> Masterlists <-

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"PLEASE, DON'T STOP"

Another fic with Dave, cause I need him so bad every day, every night from the kitchen door to the bathroom seat love him

I hope you like it!

WARNING : EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT

Dave walked into the library to study for Algebra, a subject he had an exam on next week. He looked around to see where there was an open spot. Then he saw you. You were in the same class as him, and he was 100% sure that you hadn't noticed him.

I mean, he always went unnoticed by everyone, especially by girls. You were his crush, that unattainable person he'd never talked to. He and you belonged to a totally different league: he was the nerd, and you were the typical girl who always gets invited to parties first.

All these thoughts were mixing in Dave's head, while his legs moved towards where you were.

Your mere presence made him very nervous, but the spot next to you was the only free one at the study table, so he gathered his courage and placed himself next to you, holding on tightly to the strap of his backpack.

You looked up at him, your eyes locked with his with curiosity and something else he couldn't quite place.

-H-hey –he greeted, swallowing hard- we're going to algebra together, I sit two seats behind you –he shook his head embarrassed- maybe this sounds a little weird, but would you mind if we studied together? These last few problems are costing me, and I need help to raise my average grade… -he paused for a moment before adding- although w-well, if you're studying with someone else or you're not taking algebra right now, I can go

-Relax, I'm not taking algebra right now, but I'll help you anyway –you said, smiling kindly-

-Really? –he asked surprised- Thank you very much! –he exclaimed before turning to the rest of the students at the other tables- I guess I should lower my voice –he laughed nervously- wait, I know a place where we can be where we can talk normally –he looked at you attentively- Do you want to…?

-God, yes –you murmured- I'm sick of talking in whispers –you said beginning to gather your things- let's go

Dave nodded and led you to a room where there were a couple of bookshelves on the sides and a large table in the center. He closed the door behind him when you entered and put the “quiet, we're studying” sign on the outside so no one would come in.

-This is better –he looked around the room- we still have to speak quietly because we're in a library, but not too much because this is a more private room –he cleared his throat at your curious gaze, while he took out the book and notes from his backpack- okay, let's start –he said, but when he went to grab a pencil he frowned while cursing under his breath- shit –he growled- I forgot my pencil case –he complained- What kind of person goes to study and forgets their pencil case? Can I borrow a pencil? –he asked- I promise I'll give it back to you when we're done

-Sure –you said handing him the one you always carried as a spare-

-Thanks –he murmured, a slight blush flooded his cheeks, making you smile- okay, the exam is supposed to be on topics three through five, right?

-Yes - you said after checking the agenda where you had written it down-

-Okay - he opened the book and pointed to a couple of operations - this is what I have been having the most trouble with these last few weeks - he indicated, resting the pencil on the exercise, he looked at you out of the corner of his eye, the light in the place made his intense blue eyes shine brightly - Do you think you can help me?

-Of course – you said, taking a separate sheet of paper to do the necessary calculations-

-Great – he murmured, watching you approach him, your shoulders brushing-

-You should start by solving the parentheses – you began, pointing to the symbols as you spoke- then, the exponents, then, the multiplications and divisions, and finally the additions and subtractions

-Okay, this makes a lot more sense – he murmured, observing the calculations you were doing on the sheet of paper in your notebook- you are very intelligent – ​​he said, gradually overcoming his shyness- we should study more often – he said, leaving the question hanging in the air-

-That would be nice – you said, and Dave almost fell off his chair in shock-

Was that really happening? “Please, someone pinch me,” he thought

-Okay… mhmm, could you…? You could give me your number, w-to keep in touch and all that -he said taking his phone out of his jeans pocket, you noticed he had a book placed on his lap -Here -he said handing it to you -

You took it and went into contacts to save your number, before handing it back to him.

-Why do you have that there? -you asked pointing at it with your head, his face turning scarlet due to the embarrassment he felt- No reason -he murmured shaking his head -It's just that… I'm very sensitive to touch and when our fingers have touched, I think…-he swallowed hard- I think it turned me on -he confessed making you smile. God he was so cute that you wanted to pull him towards you and never let him go- Please don't think I'm disgusting or weird or anything like that -he murmured hastily-

-I think it's hot -you said approaching him, making him open his mouth wide-

-Hot? –he repeated, you nodded- I didn't expect that –he confessed-

Slowly your hand went down to the place where he had placed the book, to remove it slowly. The shape of his hard cock was revealed against the front fabric of his jeans.

You rested your hand on his thigh, getting dangerously close to him without actually touching him. A gasp came out from between his lips when he felt your touch.

-I don't think that… -he muttered- we should be doing this here -he said- anyone could find out -another new gasp- and let's be… let's be honest I-I'm a virgin, I-I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know if…

-Dave -you stopped him kindly, he made the effort to look at you- it's okay

-You know my name -he said making you smile-

-Of course I know your name, we go to class together -you murmured tracing the outline of his cock with your index finger, making him hold on tightly to the arms of the chair-

-Nobody ever comes to this place -he continued saying- but what if they do today? What if someone comes…?

-Nobody's going to come, Dave -you whispered- you put the sign outside when we came in, remember? It's just you and me -you said, getting closer to kiss him-

His lips felt soft and warm against yours.

You realized that this was probably his first kiss too, so you guided him to follow your movements, slowly.

He partially separated from you as you continued to kiss him, so the words barely came out from between his lips

-But –kiss- what happens if…? –kiss- What if we get caught? –another kiss- it will be your fault if someone finds out

-No one is going to catch us –you assured him leaving one last kiss on his lips- turn your back to me

-My…? –he asked confused before doing as you asked-

You slowly unbuttoned his jeans, letting them swirl around his legs, before pulling down his underwear as well.

His cock was released from the confines of his pants, fully erect, and ready for you to touch it.

A ragged gasp escaped his lips as you wrapped your hand around the base and began to pump him up and down, pumping him with your hand.

Gasps, moans and grunts left Dave’s lips as he slowly began to thrust his hips against your hand.

-God, that feels so good… -he murmured -I’m moving. Is that okay?

-Yes, Dave -you praised, leaning close to his ear -You’re being a good boy for me

-Please, faster -he begged, and you did. He threw his head back, his gorgeous blue eyes fixed on the ceiling of the room -Don’t stop… don’t stop… -he moaned, matching the movements of your hand with those of his hips-

-You have to lower your voice, remember? –you whispered- we're in a library

-I-it's a b-bit difficult –he complained, you smiled- b-but I'll try, I-I'll be a good boy

-I like it that way –you answered satisfied-

-I think… I-I think I'm going to cum –he said pushing hard against your hand- don't stop please… no…

But you stopped, a gasp escaped from between his lips.

-Why, have you done it? –he complained confused- I-I haven't done anything wrong, right?

-No, you haven't –you affirmed slightly lifting your skirt to get rid of your panties, while he watched you attentively, curiosity and excitement reflected in his eyes- I want you to fuck me, Dave

The poor guy almost choked on his own saliva.

-H-how do I do it? I never… -he murmured before stopping and making a gesture with his index finger for you to come closer- come here, I suppose

You opened your legs and slowly sat on him. A squeal escaped from between his lips, at the same time you put your hand on his mouth to keep him quiet. He nodded and you took it away.

-Are you okay? –you asked, he nodded-

-I didn't know it was going to feel like this –he confessed feeling buried deep inside you- I feel like I'm being split in half

-I know –you said- when you're ready you can start moving

-Move? How? Like this? -he asked moving his hips back and forth slowly- oh, fuck- he growled holding your hips- oh, fuck it feels so good- he said moving repeatedly- I don't think I can hold on much longer

-You will, like the good boy you are- you said matching his movements- because you are, right?

-I am- he stated between gasps- I'm a good boy

He moved his hips up, making the tip brush against your clit making you moan loudly. You grabbed his shoulders and kissed him again, at the same time you tangled the curly locks of his neck between your fingers.

Unable to avoid it any longer, he came, and you with him. When he left you a choppy gasp escaped from between his lips, at the same time he did everything possible to catch his breath.

-We should study together more often- he commented making you smile-

[ottpopfic]

“Its because your dad wants to babysit” Will informs him after a long bitch fest “he did the same thing before you figured out family dinners, remember”

Nico pauses, thinks it over, and then puts his face in his hands to groan “Fuck your right”

“Im always right”

“Don't start” Nico does not whine

“Just add him to the pick up drop off list” his husband laughs “then he can go have Grandpa time and we can get a date night”

“Are you sure?” Nico checks “he can be a lot”

“Lay down some rules first” Will shrugs, like a primordial force in the Kiss and Ride is no big deal “Just like you did last time”

Nico’s husband is so smart, he loves him so much. Nico makes a point to call his dad the next day to set things in motion

And his dad looks so guilty at the accusation, the same way he was when Nico called him out about the same thing before. It's comical in a way, the King of Hell looking a little like a puppy getting scolded after chewing a shoe under the indictment of his mortal son. Who says the gods can't be humbled

“Look, we're not saying you can't spend time with Katie, in fact we're saying the opposite. You just can't be pulling me off on jobs right and left so you can babysit, I'm exhausted and it's not good for Piccolina to spend so much time downstairs” Nico explains not unlikely “Also Jason is about to start trying to pick her up from you himself, I think he's going into kid withdrawal”

“The blond Valdez is banished from my kingdom until it is time for a permanent death” his father snaps “the two of them are on thin ice”

“Yeah well keep in mind that if you kill her uncles Katie will never forgive you,” Nico reminds “I think she loves Leo more than us sometimes”

“I will, refrain, from balancing the scales in regards to the Valdez's” Hades says only a little through his teeth, sounding more worried about his granddaughter's ire than killing two dudes who his son considers family “but they will not be allowed to ‘pick up’ from the palace, I can only bend things so far”

“Cool, works for us” Nico says “were planning on adding you to the pickup drop-off list”

“the pickup drop-off list?”

“Yeah, so you will be allowed to collect her after school”

“I do not need to be added to a list” Hades scoffs “I can just go in and get her”

“Uh no you can not” Nico tells him “The school secretary is a sphinx and I do not need to do the bureaucratic circus tricks she makes people do when they fuck around with her kids, there's a reason Leo got taken off the list”

The reason is Leo kept landing Festus on the roof and then entering the school through the roof access instead of the front door like visitors are supposed to. And while Miss. Tina is a lovely woman who cares very deeply about her work, she does not take kindly to little Latin twinks who think they can find a ‘secret entrance’ to what and who she is guarding.

Miss.Tina is one of the main reasons Katie is in the school she is, along with the three whole saitors who work there; especially Miss. Holly Fields the school nurse who specialises in getting kids diagnosed with an array of neurodivergentcies. It's part of a growing network of schools that The Program has been helping to not only get monsters and other mythological creatures jobs, but find young demigods faster. The earlier a kid is spotted the better, and well-staffed schools help protect the halflings that are not year-rounders

Its the reason they went with public school over the private schools they could have easily gotten Katie into, its safe there. There are two other demigod students in the building and they haven't had an successful monster atack in years, the magical employees make sure of that

[kikyoupdates]

Changing Plotlines ⭑˚💞⭑ 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟

yandere!ocs x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, isekai

A desperate cry on your deathbed leads to you being given a fresh start at life. You're overjoyed at having finally obtained a healthy body and a real chance at living normally, only to discover that you've been transported into a yandere game, where danger lurks at every corner. Determined to protect your new life at any cost, you vow to stay as far away from the major characters of the game as possible. But things don't always go as planned.

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“Honestly, I thought you would’ve given up by now,” Sergei sighed.

“What? Of course not,” you frowned. “I’ll have you know I’m very serious about this. Look, I’ve even been practicing!”

You proceeded to swing your wooden sword with visible enthusiasm, making cutting motions left, right, and center.

Needless to say, he wasn’t impressed.

Today marked the second day of your lessons with the kind-hearted knight who ended up meeting a gruesome fate. Naturally, you had no intention of getting ahead of yourself. It wasn’t as if you expected to become some sort of prodigy overnight. But every effort counted, and the more you practiced, the better equipped you were to defend yourself if something went awry. After stupidly letting your guard down and helping out Flora, you needed to keep up with your training, now more than ever.

“So?” you huffed, wiping the sweat off your forehead. “What do you think?”

Sergei’s brows were creased. He looked like he was searching for the right words to say.

“I think that you have absolutely no talent with a sword.”

Okay, well he clearly hadn’t found the right words, because ouch.

“You’re so mean,” you whined. “This is only our second lesson! Don’t you think it’s too early to jump to conclusions? Of course I’m not going to be great right off the bat. I’m only a beginner. Were you immensely talented from the get-go?”

“Yes,” Sergei said calmly. “My talent is the whole reason I decided to become a knight.”

“Ugh. Okay, that’s beside the point. What I’m trying to say is that someone can suck at something at the beginning, but that doesn’t mean they can’t improve one day.”

“I agree with that,” Sergei acknowledged. “I’m not saying that you can’t learn, but from what I’ve seen, it’s already quite clear that this isn’t the sort of activity that will come naturally to you. Everyone has different types of skills. Why not take up a hobby that you might be better suited towards? It could save you a lot of frustration, and sword-fighting really isn’t the sort of thing a lady like you will ever have any use for...”

But I can’t learn something else. It’s not like I’m doing this for fun. I need to make sure I’ll have some way of protecting myself.

Obviously, you couldn’t tell him that for you, learning to use a sword was absolutely essential. So, you did what you did best. You lied.

“As I’ve told you before, I am a very prudent woman,” you said.

Sergei snorted. Okay, rude.

“Lately, I keep having nightmares of criminals attacking me in the middle of the night, and I can’t do anything but quiver helplessly. I refuse to be helpless,” you frowned. “I never want to end up in the sort of situation where I just cower in fear and hope for the best. I want to take charge of my life and fight until the very end.”

“This seems to be an ongoing concern of yours,” he remarked, looking a touch concerned. “Being cautious is all well and good, but there is such a thing as worrying too much. If you’re really so afraid, why don’t you just make sure to take a personal guard when you go out in public?”

“Yes, I can do that.”

“So, then...”

“But if they fail to protect me, then I’m right back to square one.”

Sergei shook his head in disbelief. “Alright, alright. If training with a sword will really help to put your worries to rest, then I suppose it’s the least I can do for you. But you really should know that the odds of you getting hurt, especially if you aren’t on your own, are remarkably slim. Infinitesimal, even.”

Ha. You’d be surprised.

“Yes, I know,” you said, mustering a smile. “But this really does make me feel better about the whole thing. I feel powerful, even though I realize I’m far from it yet. And now I have the added challenge of becoming so good that you’ll be forced to eat your words. Hehe.”

“At the very least, your enthusiasm is certainly admirable,” Sergei chuckled.

Right. That was all you had, really. Enthusiasm. And fear. Fear for your life. With such emotions driving you forward, you were certain that you could somehow compensate for your lack of athletic abilities.

As proof of your readiness to train your butt off, you swung your sword several times in quick succession, building up a noticeable burn in your arms. Sergei wasn’t saying anything, just watching you in silence. It didn’t matter if you sucked. Hell, you knew you sucked, but that still wasn’t going to change the fact that you were going to do this, no matter what.

“Lady [Name], please stop,” he eventually said.

You looked back at him in confusion. “Yes? Am I doing something wrong?”

“You’re doing many things wrong, but that’s not what I was getting at. How would you like to try using a real sword today, just to get a feel for it?”

You could hardly contain the grin that burst across your lips. “Really?!”

“It would be good to try,” he nodded. “If the point is to protect yourself, a wooden sword won’t do much to achieve that. It was just to get you a bit familiar with the length and girth of the weapon you’ll be holding. Keep in mind that the real thing will be quite a good deal heavier, though. It will be difficult to adjust to at first.”

“That’s totally fine!” you babbled, eager to finally try out the real thing. You’d never held a sword before. It was difficult to even find swords back in your previous world. All of this was to learn how to protect yourself, but it was still so exciting!

Sergei bit back a smile. “It’s not that amazing. But I have to admit that it’s quite amusing to watch you react so expressively.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re amused. C’mon, gimme!”

“You certainly don’t speak like a noblewoman, though... anyways, here you are. Be careful. Don’t move too suddenly with it.”

He gently placed the hilt of the sword in your hands, with the blade pointed downwards. You couldn’t feel the full weight of it yet, not while Sergei was still gripping it as well.

But then he let go. And the sword fell to the ground.

“Ouchie!” you squealed, frantically shaking your wrist. “My hand nearly broke!”

Sergei clamped a palm over his mouth. “Pfft... n-no, you’re just exaggerating. I did warn you, my lady. Perhaps you were just surprised. Care to try again?”

You grimaced, cheeks glowing bright red. Okay, maybe you were exaggerating just a bit, but that thing was heavy as all hell! In the interest of staying as safe as possible, you knew wielding a sword was practically crucial, but you were slowly realizing that it was an even bigger obstacle than you’d once presumed.

“I can do it,” you huffed, crouching down to pick the sword back up. “It’s okay. I have muscles. Weak, underused ones... but they’re still muscles!”

Sergei was trying not to laugh at you—and failing horribly, at that.

But by some miracle, you managed to pick the sword up. Granted, you had to hold onto it with both hands, and the strain it was placing on your wrists was enough to make your arms shake, but you were actually holding a sword. God, you felt like such a badass!

“I-I’m amazing,” you said, grimacing in between breaths. “Showstopping, incredible, phenomenal. S-Super epic... ugh, I just can’t anymore!”

You dropped the sword once again, sighing in relief. Okay, so it was a work in progress. Strengthening your wrists would likely be crucial. Maybe you could practice by repeatedly opening jars.

“Good effort,” Sergei mused, flashing you a thumbs-up. “It was—pfft! —very entertaining."

“Well, I’m glad one of us enjoyed it,” you eye-rolled.

“Weren’t you going on earlier about how you’d make me eat my words? Surely the weight of the sword isn’t enough to make you quit?”

“I have no intention of quitting,” you reassured. “That being said... is it all possible to make my own sword? One that’s a bit lighter? I’m not as tall or strong as you. I can have one personally customized to better suit me, right?”

Sergei nodded. “Yes, you can have one made by a blacksmith. If you provide him with the rough dimensions of the sword, and what sort of materials you’d like to have used, I’m sure he can craft one that’s more comfortable for you to use. It still won’t be too light, not if you want it to be sturdy enough to deal damage, but you can figure out the details and strike a good balance between what you’d like to achieve.”

“Is there a particular blacksmith you recommend?”

“As a matter of fact, there is. Remind me to write down his name and some other details for you later.”

“Alright. In that case...” You picked up the wooden sword instead of the real one, smiling sheepishly. “Um. Until I have my personal sword made, I’d like to stick with this one, if that’s okay...”

Sergei was clearly holding back the urge to laugh again. “Whatever you say, Lady [Name].”

“Back to training I go,” you hummed. “Watch this! Consecutive wooden sword slashes, but at a dizzying speed. Hyah!”

“Again with the battle cries...”

Even if you were still a noob in the purest sense of the word, over time, your body was bound to adapt. You were intent on getting by through muscle memory alone. Besides, as far as you knew, only two of the yanderes were proficient sword-fighters themselves—namely, Triston and Friedrich. So long as you were armed, and they weren’t, you would probably stand a chance.

Point being, it was best not to skimp on your training. Even if you probably looked like a fool flailing around all over the place.

Still, it was certainly tiring swinging a heavy wooden sword continuously. With every motion, you could feel your arms progressively turning to jelly. Coupled with the fact that it was so hot out, you were really starting to break a sweat.

“Time out,” you groaned, throwing your sword down. You tried to fan yourself off with your hand, but it wasn’t doing much good. This goddamn tunic was making you burn up. It needed to go.

So, you proceeded to get rid of it, stripping your outermost layer and exposing the thin camisole you had underneath. The relief was almost immediate. Granted, it was still hot as hell, but your skin could finally breathe now.

“L-Lady [Name]!” came the horrified splutter. You turned to find Sergei gaping at you in disbelief, several shades redder than he’d been a few seconds ago.

“Yes?” you frowned.

“You can’t just get undressed like that all of a sudden! Please remember that you are in public!”

He looked away in a hurry, and you had to admit, it was kind of cute. In the game, Sergei made every effort to act the part of a knight. He was sometimes guilty of being too serious, although he eventually came to let his guard down around Flora, after falling for her gentleness. From what you recalled, he’d never been much of a joker, yet in the few interactions he’d had with you, you’d already gotten to see him laugh it up plenty of times at your expense. And now he was even blushing. It was refreshing to see such different sides to a character you liked.

But honestly, you didn’t really get what the big deal was. The camisole was pretty thin, sure, but it wasn’t all that revealing. A tiny bit of cleavage and bare shoulders, but that was about it. Back in your world, people showed plenty of skin, so you definitely weren’t used to such an innocent reaction. Your case especially was rather unique. Countless doctors and nurses had seen you butt naked before, so something like this hardly fazed you.

Watching Sergei get increasingly flustered was rather amusing, though.

“You can drop the title, you know,” you chuckled, still fanning yourself off. “Just [Name] is fine.”

“No, I really mustn’t,” he insisted. His face was buried in his palms, and it almost seemed like he was itching to move them out of the way and steal another peek, but his willpower remained undaunted. “This is already quite improper... and you allow me to speak to you so casually in the first place. Now, please, will you get dressed?”

“Aw. But it’s way too hot out. I’d rather keep practicing like this.”

“Lady [Name], what you have on leaves almost nothing to the imagination. Please, for my sake, I’ll ask that you cover up again.”

“Prude,” you muttered under your breath. Alright, alright. You could sort of understand that this was set in a different time period, with different standards and all that, but you were really struggling to feel modest given your previous lived experiences. Guess that was yet another thing you’d have to get used to here.

With a great deal of reluctance, you put your tunic back on, cursing the fact that they didn’t even have air conditioning in this world.

“You can look now,” you announced. “Rest assured that my breasts are back in their rightful place.”

Sergei gritted his teeth, still red as a tomato. “In the name of all that is holy, I am literally begging you to stop.”

“Hehe.”

“Don't hehe me!”

It was safe to say that Sergei was too embarrassed to look you in the eye for the rest of your training session.

Cedric Lightsteel, huh?

You stared down at the piece of paper in your hand. It was the name of the blacksmith Sergei had personally recommended to you. Sergei spoke very highly of him, so you didn’t doubt that he’d be able to craft you the perfect sword. Once you’d obtained a weapon tailored to suit your needs, you were confident that your skills would improve astronomically.

Anyways, things were looking good. As expected, it felt good to plan everything out in the event that you got caught up in something dangerous. Based on the natural progression of the plot, you still had plenty of time until the yanderes began exhibiting their dangerous tendencies—not that you planned on ever seeing any of them again.

There had been a little hiccup with Flora, sure, but you’d ignored her letter. By now, you were confident that she would’ve gotten the message. Even if you did feel really shitty about it.

“Man, I’m pooped,” you yawned, stretching your arms out. Living in a healthy body really was incredible. You’d worked your butt off today, and you were definitely tired, but it still didn’t even come close to the fatigue you experienced every single day back in your old life. Even with minimal activity, you’d been in a perpetual state of exhaustion back then. You slept just about always, lied around doing very little when you were awake, and your body struggled to do even that much.

It almost made you want to cry. The fact that you actually got to live like this now. That was why you needed to hold onto it with all your strength.

You decided to unwind by taking a nice, hot bath. Modern day luxuries were certainly missing in this world, but that just meant that you had more time to enjoy the simple pleasures in life. You could even feel some of your vigor returning to you as you soaked in the delightful bubbly water. You’d trained for hours, but with this body, it felt like you’d be good to do the whole thing all over again after just a little bit of rest.

Sighing happily, you eventually decided that you were squeaky clean and stepped out of the tub, wrapping a towel around your body.

Then, you walked back into your bedroom.

Only to find a strange man sitting on the bed.

“Ah,” he smiled upon locking eyes with you. “Did you have a nice bath? I was waiting for you to finish. Come, let’s have a chat."

Unsurprisingly, you screamed.

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To All The Boys I’ve Accidentally Hit Send To

A/N: This is my first fic!! it’s a To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before AU but with the JJK men, I’m hoping to be able to make this into a multi chapter fic so…. please give me feedback!!

Sometimes, there are moments of complete dramatic irony where all you can do is try your best not to laugh. This moment, where you and Yuki are sitting next to each other, is one of them. The two of you are sprawled across your couch, catching up on Bridgerton as you do every Friday after rehearsal. Her hands are fiddling with the remote, while her eyes are glued to the screen, mesmerized by the scene playing before you.

"Not to be that person, but I don't think I'd ever forgive you if you did that to me," Yuki suddenly remarks, snapping you out of your reverie. You shake your head to wake yourself up a bit. "Did what?" you ask, half afraid of what on earth she could be talking about. Yuki gestures toward the screen, and your gaze lands upon Edwina and Kate Sharma arguing. "I mean, just look at them," she points out. "How do you ever recover from someone you care about so much stealing the man that you love?"

You shift in your seat slightly at Yuki's observations. Is it really that bad to get romantically involved with someone your friend cares about? The answer, of course, is yes. It's been yes for as long as you can remember, and if you had been in this situation two years ago, there would be no doubt you'd agree with Yuki. But that was before, before Yuki and Choso started dating, and you'd had your heart shattered into pieces.

Before Choso had become Yuki's boyfriend, he had been yours. Okay, maybe not really, but he was most definitely fated to be. All your relatives had expected it, and he had even made jokes about it from time to time, commenting on how embarrassing it was that your parents let you do anything so long as it was with him. And while you'd been skeptical at the beginning (when push came to shove, childhood friends to lovers was so overdone), because you were stupid and because you never knew how to say no to his honey-brown eyes and annoyingly beautiful hair, you had fallen for him—and fallen hard.

It had been hell. How are you supposed to navigate a crush that was seemingly inevitable? You'd avoided him for days on end before finding the courage to speak to him like a normal human being. And just when you'd built up the courage to ask him out, Yuki had called you excitedly to tell you that your super-hot best friend had asked her on a date.

Hence, here you were, watching Bridgerton season two with one of the people you considered your closest friends and pondering the ethics of fucking her boyfriend.

"Well!" Yuki gets up and stretches as the end credits start to roll. "It's getting late, and we have early rehearsal tomorrow, so I guess I better head home. Don't forget to bring an extra water bottle for me tomorrow if you can!" She grins at you and gives you a small peck on the head to say goodbye. You grin weakly up at her from where you're sitting.

"Bye, Yuki!" you wave goodbye and lock the door behind her as she leaves before collapsing back onto the couch with a groan.

Fuck.

You're screwed. Heavily. You need to get over Choso ASAP. You sigh and feel around the table in front of the TV before finding your laptop, wiping your hands clean of food before opening it up and drafting an email:

dancedancerevolution@icloud.com

Dear Choso, Remember that one time someone new moved in next door to you? We were six and some of the kids in our class had been making fun of you for only being friends with girls, and so when your eyes had landed upon the beady eyed brunette child who'd arrived with his parent I can still recall how your eyes had begun to shine a bit brighter when they landed on him. you and him became fast friends and because you were boys you'd do everything together. I felt horrible. all I could think was that I was a failure because I was a girl. it took weeks of me acting out towards the two of you before you'd pointed out the obvious : I was jealous. Back then it was easier, we solved the problem of jealousy through communication and you promised to include me more. So why is it this time my jealousy doesn't seem to want no matter how much you and Yuki include me in everything? When did my feelings become so overwhelming? It sounds stupid but I truly never meant to fall in love with you, and if I'm being honest I regret doing so. But I'm getting better, I swear I am. If not for your sake then for mine. So I can stop feeling little pricks of pain every time I see the two of you together. with all my love, your best friend

You finish typing and close your laptop with a sigh before switching your focus to the TV. Sure, your love life may have gone to shit, but at least you could focus on somebody else's.

[blackcorvette]

Own My Mind

Summary: 1986. Hawkins, Indiana. It’s not your fault that you’re pulled into the messy secrets and hidden world of your small town. It’s not your fault that two of your new acquaintances seem to be fond of you, and not of each other.

Warnings: Language. Stranger Things central violence. Spelling errors, grammar mistakes, and rushed writing. Eventual smut… (buckle in, it’s a long ride.) MDNI

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: Hello again, welcome back to this humble little- whatever. Week five is here, and I just spent the weekend writing nonstop for this fic- there is much much more waiting for you guys in the future :) Special thanks to my bestie, @djosfavewig who will always be the first to know what happens, before it even does. Now, let’s read.

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It starts with Nancy, she begins the story from where it starts. Retelling what you had learned from Steve and the kids, only this time with more attention to details that you hadn’t heard before, it’s only a summarized version, but it’s enough to give you a better idea- and enough for Victor to form his own view.

Then, when she finishes, you take over, from the point that you’ve been present. You tell Victor about Chrissy, letting Nancy speak about Fred, then you come back to tell him about Eddie running, how you found him. You tell him about searching for evidence, the school therapists office, then Max’s experience.

“When he attacks, our friend described it as a trance.” You recall what Eddie had said about what he had witnessed in the trailer, trying to remember what you had read from the papers as well. “Like a waking nightmare. What’s why we think he’s coming for her next. Does any of this, anything we’ve told you, sound like what happened to your family?”

“Victor?” Nancy prompts when he’s quiet too long. “I know this is hard-”

“You don’t know anything!” He yells and the echo of it rings, it continues in your mind even when it’s gone.

“You’re right.” You say, keeping your voice quiet, soft, trying to ease his nerves even as you struggle to maintain your own. “We don’t know. That’s why we’re here. To learn, to understand.”

“We need to know how you survived that night.” Robin says.

He lets out a laugh that sounds more terrifying than humorous. “Survived? Is that what you call this? Did I survive? No, I assure you, I am still very much in hell.”

When he speaks, he reminisces. Its slow, a memory coming to mind that’s not too far gone, one that he thinks of often, maybe even always. A soft smile forms on his lips, out of place with the scars, but whist full.

“I had been back from the war, some fourteen years. Her great uncle had died, leaving us a small fortune. Enough to buy a new home.” He says. “A new life. It was…a magnificent home. Alice said it looked like it was from a fairy tale.”

“Alice? Was this your daughter?” You ask him, hoping that he doesn’t take it as a hostile sign.

“Mhm, yeah.” He nods, and his smile falters as he continues, a happy memory tainted. “But Henry, my…my boy, he was a sensitive child. And I could see he felt something was wrong. We had one month of peace in that house. And then it began. Dead animals. Mutilated, tortured, began to appear near our home. Rabbits, squirrels, chickens, even dogs. The police chief blamed the attacks on a wildcat. This, this was no wild cat. This was an evil. And evil neither animal nor human. This was a spawn of Satan- A demon. And it was even closer than I realized.”

“My family began to have encounters, conjured by this demon. Nightmares. Walking, living nightmares.” The way he reuses your phrase, it solidifies your belief in him, in the evil you’ve become entangled with, the evil you are now attempting to fight. “This demon, it seemed to take pleasure in tormenting us. Even poor, innocent Alice. It wasn’t long before I began to have encounters of my own. I suppose, all evil must have a home. And though I had not a rational explanation for it, I…I could sense this demon. Always close. I became convinced it was hiding, nesting, somewhere within the shadows of our home. It had cursed our town. It had cursed our home. It had cursed us.”

He drops down onto his cot, defeated.

“It took Virginia first. I tried to get the children out- to save them. But…I was back to France. Back in the war. It was a memory, I had thought German soldiers were inside. I ordered its shelling. I was wrong. This demon, it was taunting me, and I was sure it would take me, just as he’d taken my Virginia. But then- I heard another voice.”

He removes his hands from where he had been covering his ears to shield himself from the dark parts of his memory. “At first, I believed it was an angel. And then I followed her. Only to find myself in a nightmare far worse. While I was away, the demon took my children. Henry slipped into a coma shortly after that. A week later he died.”

The crying starts, and it’s horrible, bad enough you have to tighten your fists and dig your nails into your already bruised palms.

“I tried to join them. I tried. Hatch stopped the bleeding. He wouldn’t let me join them!” He’s sobbing now, curled into his cot with his head against the striped pillow.

“The angel you followed…” You ask, though he might be too far gone. “Who was she?”

He doesn’t answer, confirming your suspicions by humming a song, rocking back and forth in the cot in a way that only the most broken man would. Nancy seems not to realize, attempting to try again, calling his name several times louder each- until the cell door at the end of the hall slams open and makes you all jump.

“Is he everything you hoped he would be?” Dr. Hatch yells down the tunnel, in a sinister voice that tells you he’s found out everything you tried to hide in order to get here. “I just had a very interesting conversation with Professor Brantley. Perhaps we should discuss it in my office, while we wait for the police.”

Security removes you, forcing the three of you out of the cell while Dr. Hatch yells, storming ahead to lead you back out of the cells and through the asylum.

Nancy begins to spill everything, about Eddie, Max, and every little detail that her mind can pull up and spit out- and if you weren’t in your own head trying to organize your plan to escape- you would be telling her to shut the fuck up.

They take you through the building and back into the listening room- where your eyes linger on the patients listening to music.

Debussy.

Etta James.

Elvis.

Brenda Lee.

Beethoven.

They shove you out of the room, Robin yells at the guard who had physically pushed her, and you follow quickly. As soon as you’re out of the doors, into the grounds of the inner courtyards and gardens, she pulls you and Nancy close.

“Victor said the night of the attack, everything went on in the house.” She whispers in a hurried manner, eyes darting up to make sure the guards and Hutch don’t hear. “But he made specific mention of music. He said music was playing- and then when we asked him about the Angel? He started to hum-‘Say nighty-night and kiss me, Hold me tight and tell me you miss me-‘”

“Dream a Little Dream of Me.” You remember the title of the song immediately, having listened to it growing up, the radio always on at home as a child. “Ella Fitzgerald.”

“Voice of an Angel.” Nancy says.

“Yeah.” Robin nods, glad that everyone follows her line of thought.

“Hatch said that music can reach parts of the brain that words can’t.” You say, walking briskly beside them, eyes scanning the grounds of the asylum, counting staff members and patients.

Robin nods again, her voice raising slightly, but not enough to alarm the guards. “So maybe that’s the key. A lifeline.”

“A lifeline back to reality.” Nancy mutters.

“It’s worth a shot.” Robin says.

Carefully, you look over your shoulder, at the guards. There are maybe two yards behind, they leave a gap large enough to take a few minutes to close if you run at the right time. They could get you, but only if they expect it and predict your movements beforehand.

“I think we can beat him.” You whisper.

“What?” Robin gives you a concerned look.

“To the car.” You say, ignoring the look Nancy shoots you.

“Okay, I’m warning you right now. I have terrible coordination.” Robin stresses. “Like, it took me six months longer to walk than all the other babies-”

“Just follow my lead.”

Before she can object, you sprint. You can hear her yelling, but she and Nancy fall right into step beside you- the guard quickly realizing and chasing behind them.

The grass is soft, but the ground beneath is firm enough to keep you from tripping. The patients watch with wide eyes, the staff slowly clueing in and rushing forward to catch you. But you run, as fast as you can, as far as you can and then further. Your sides burn, your lungs acting fast in the sudden burst of adrenaline- your heart doubling its natural rate, but you keep going until you’ve lost your shoes and run through the open gates.

The car is unlocked, and you silently thank God that Nancy hadn’t locked the doors before the meeting. The three of you climb in, and are almost immediately met with pounding fists on the windows. Nancy starts the car quickly, Robin yells, and you curse as you scramble for the radio that a familiar noise comes in and out. Static and Dustin’s frantic voice.

“Robin where the hell are you? This is a code red! I repeat, a code red!”

Finally finding it, you extend the antenna and press the button. “Dustin- It’s me. We copy.”

“Holy shit, finally!” His voice filters in immediately. “Please, please tell me you guys have this figured out.”

“What’s happening?” You have to yell over him, hoping he’d listen. “Dustin tell me what the hell is happening right now.”

“He’s got her- She’s- fuck.” The desperation in his voice hurts and you can’t do anything but talk. “What do we do? Tell me you found out something before-”

“Music.” You tell him.

“What? We need-”

“I can’t explain it now. Music, Dustin. Her favorite song, okay? Something that she loves that has meaning!” You speak as fast as you can, Robin yelling for Nancy to drive faster and your heart racing. “Just do it, okay! Her headphones. Get them and play a fucking song.”

“Okay.” He sounds stricken, and the line falls into static, a sign you hope means he’s doing what you hope will save her.

“Is she okay?” Robin asks frantically. “She has to be okay, right? The music? Fuck the music has to work- if it doesn’t-”

“It’ll work.” You tell her, louder than you meant to be but you can’t handle it, not while you have no clue what is happening or where they are. “It will work.”

It might take minutes, hours or maybe only seconds. All you know is that you can’t ease the tension in your body, you’re sitting up, knee bouncing, and staring out the window. Your hands are clutching the radio waiting for a signal. Nancy speeds away from the asylum, and eventually finds a rural road to start heading back home. Robin is chattering nervously, her hands tapping against her legs. None of you attempt to comfort each other, because there is no comfort to give.

Between the three of you, the car is overwhelmed with anxiety and anticipation. Not a single one of you knows that to do or say, and once Robin no longer has breath…It's silent.

The noise of the road is loud in your ears, mingling with the memory of Victor’s humming, the tune of his song stuck in your head like a spinning record, broken, repeating the same segment.

One, two, four clicks later- still no answer from Dustin. Not a single second of static from his end, not a yell, or a cry.

Nothing.

It will work. It has to work.

Even when Robin takes the radio, attempting to call for a response herself, you sit there waiting and listening. All you need is a voice. Dustin, Max, Steve. You need someone to tell you is she alright or is she…is she alright?

No answers. Not the first or the fifth time she tries. And then Nancy takes it, one hand on the wheel while the other holds the radio. No answers for her either.

Eventually, the radio is set on the dash, sitting in the sunlight as you speed down the road toward Hawkins. You count the street signs, watching the mile markers as you get closer. You're passing the sign reading eighteen miles to town, when the radio finally makes a sound.

Dustin’s voice comes in, quiet, no longer yelling for answers he doesn’t know exist. Robin is the one to pick it up, asks him what happened. And he tells her. She’s alright, she’s sleeping it off now in Steve’s car. They’re heading back to the wheelers.

She’s alright.

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A loud sound wakes you. Your eyes open slowly, still blurry with sleep. It takes a moment to register that the sound is radio static and a familiar voice coming through.

Sitting up carefully, you make sure not to bump into Steve’s legs, where he’s curled in a seemingly uncomfortable way in an armchair, the same position he had been asleep in when you arrived last night. You search the floor for the radio, before realizing that it’s behind Dustin’s head on the TV stand. Reaching for the radio, you take it and carry it away from the others, who are still sleeping.

In your half asleep state, you press the button in the middle of Eddie trying to reach someone on the other end. “It’s way too early for this, Ed.”

“Hey, sleeping beauty.” His voice lightens when he finally receives an answer. “Um, I'm gonna need a food delivery. Like really soon, unless you want me going out into the world-”

“No, no, no. Don’t do that.” You rub your eyes and stifle a yawn. “Just stay where you are and we’ll be there as soon as we can, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He responds quickly, barely giving you time to finish. “Listen, um, can you pick me up a six-pack? I know it’s stupid as shit, drinking right now, but a cold beer would really calm my jangled nerves-”

Behind you, you hear the sound of Nancy arguing with somebody. “Hey, hold on. I’m gonna have to call you back-” Eddie starts to protest, but you set the radio aside and hurry back in time to see Nancy shaking Dustin awake. “What’s going on?”

She ignores you, speaking directly to a startled Dustin. “Aren’t you supposed to be on Max watch?”

“Yup, yup, yup- Sorry-”Dustin rubs his eyes, still not completely aware of the empty sofa you’re now staring at.

“Where is she?” She asks.

“She’s right there-” He freezes. “A second ago- I swear, I just dozed off for…an hour.”

“Hold on guys-” You try to reason with them, but before either can listen, they shoot up the basement steps to search for her. “Or don’t. That’s a choice too.”

A creaking behind you makes you turn, your eyes landing on a disgruntled Steve Harrington waking up and shifting in the too small armchair, untangling himself.

“That’s what all this noise is about?” He asks groggily, his voice deeper than normal and his eyes squinted as he grunts, stretching his arms. “Max went upstairs like, thirty minutes ago.”

“Alone?” You ask, dropping onto the now empty sofa and refraining from shutting your eyes, still tired.

“Mrs. Wheeler’s up there with her. Making breakfast.” He runs a hand through disheveled hair, somehow making it sit more perfectly than should be possible. “Are you…wearing new clothes?”

“Sleepover, remember?” You gesture lazily towards your discarded backpack. “I brought a few changes of clothes.”

He hums, his eyes lowering to his two days old shirt and the jeans he’d slept in. For a while you sit in silence, both of you still trying to wake up, or maybe just unsure of what to say. But it’s not unpleasant, rather, it’s the opposite.

When he looks up again, his eyes hold yours, and you find that he’s sharing the same feeling. It’s easy to tell that both of you are tired, and comfortable. Here, beside him, you feel at ease in a way you hadn’t in days. Maybe it’s the quiet slowness of the morning, or the fact that you’re alone, save for the sleeping bodies of Lucas and Robin. And for a while, you both embrace the stillness. But like most things, it only lasts so long.

It’s been over twenty four hours since you’ve decided to be upset with him. And in that time, you’ve lost reason to care about it anymore, there’s not an ounce of you that wants to be upset. It’s long faded- but you still feel a wave of something like relief when he brings it to light again.

“I don’t think it’s his fault.”

You ask, sitting up. “What?”

“Eddie. I don’t think he caused this.” He says, his voice kept low and his eyes not leaving yours, holding them captive without trying. “I don’t think that he killed Chrissy.”

“He didn’t.” You look down at your hands, unable to hold his gaze, whether or not you’re greatful to hear what he’s admitting.

He says your name, and it’s almost too much to hear him say it in this context. Your voices are little more than whispers, trying not to wake the others, but it’s like he says it through cupped hands- loud and demanding your attention.

He doesn’t get a chance to continue.

“We’ve got something.” Nancy comes down the steps first, interrupting with a stack of papers in her hand, Max and Dustin right behind. They quickly wake the others, nearly scaring the shit out of Lucas and making Robin yelp.

“What do you mean?” Steve stands, and Robin clumsily clears the coffee table she had been sleeping on, dazed from her sudden wake. “What have you got?”

Nancy and Max begin to pay out the papers, page by page. They connect lines, the scribbled marks coming together like a spider's web. They continue through each page, fitting broken images together until everything aligns.

“What’s this?” You trace your fingers over the lines, frowning at the distorted images. “A map?”

“Almost.” Max says, taking creased pages and beginning to fold them, red and black shapes being manipulated into something else. “I saw this during… At first I thought it was a random mess, like an upside down junkyard. Everything was disconnected and in ruins, torn apart and separated, but it’s not random, it’s all pieces of the same place.”

Steve leans closer, looking down at the pages as Lucas and Robin crowd around. “Where?”

Slowly, she starts to arrange the folded pieces, Nancy helping to match the lines and shapes together. At first, it looks like nothing, but it’s familiar to you. Then, before the image is fully formed, it clicks into place within your memory. You take in a sharp breath, startling the people around you. “The Creel house.”

“What-” Robin gasps, her eyes wide as Nancy lays the last piece, the stained glass door. “Shit.”

“That’s where we need to go next.” Max says, her eyes locked onto the image. “We need to go there and look for something, anything that could be useful. A clue to give us more time or-”

“A cure.” Lucas says, tapping the papers. “If we get there, we can look for a cure. Then you’ll be safe, Max. We can get you the hell away from all this shit, away from Vecna.”

“Lucas-” Dustin attempts to slow him down, but he ignores it.

“A cure.” He says again, sounding nearly distraught. “We can get her out of it, guys. Once she’s safe we can figure out how to take him down, but if this place can fix her-”

“Fix me?” Max cuts him off.

Lucas freezes, stumbling over his words when he tries to recover. “Not fix you. Fix this. If we can fix everything, then it’ll all be over. But a cure-”

“And what if there’s not a cure?” She asks, her voice raised enough that you take half a step back. “What if instead of a cure, I die? What if we find out that I’m going to end up like Victor? If that happens, you still have to defeat Vecna! You still have to figure out how to stop him, so that no one else dies.”

“Max-” Steve speaks to her gently, his hand hovering a few inches from her shoulder, careful.

“No, Steve.” She snaps her head up to him, and for the first time since you’ve met her, you see the pain in her eyes.

They’re red, her cheeks flushed with the same color, and tears threatening to fall. Her eyebrows are furrowed, anger and sadness showing straight through her face. Her voice begins to shake, her hands flexing as she tries to hold herself together. The headphones around her neck sit there as a reminder, of what she’s close to.

“We don’t know what will happen when we get there, but we have to go, okay?” She’s looking at him while she speaks, but she directs it towards everyone in the room. “He needs to hear it- because it’s true. If I die, you need to keep going. You can’t stop, got it? Find out how to kill him, because you fucking have to-”

Steve's hand settles on her shoulder just as the first tear falls, her face crumbling with it. He hushes her, pulling her into his chest and down into the armchair. You can’t see it, because he keeps her face shielded, but you know. You know that she’s crying, her breathing too shallow, even if she falls silent while she cries. She doesn’t sob, she doesn’t yell anymore, she just stays there- and it’s enough.

Nancy clears away the papers, Robin helps her and they step away to talk. Dustin slowly moves across the room when the radio starts to go off again with Eddie’s voice. And Lucas…Lucas doesn’t move. His attention is not once taken off of Max where she’s curled into Steve’s embrace. And you realize that you can’t move either.

For three days, you’ve been involved with them. You’ve only known them for that long, and yet it feels like you’ve always known them. Every problem, you feel you need to help solve. Their triumphs are yours, and their pain…you feel it, every little bit of it. And some moments it seems like everyone is on the same page, because they’re all fighting the same evil. But now, when you look at them, you see that they’re children.

Max, she’s only fourteen. She’s facing a fate worse that anything you can imagine, she’s forced to fear every second- whether she can spare them or not. And now, even while she’s crying, she’s fighting for herself and everyone else. She doesn't deserve it at all, and you wish you could stop it. You wish that you could take all the fear and pain from her, and save her from this monster and every other one that’s looming over.

But you can’t, not now, without knowing how to. And it tears you up, this girl you had met only days ago, that you can’t help her yet. That you don’t know how to, or if you’ll even be able to. It weighs on you, clouding your head with what ifs and wishes you can’t hope for. Things that you never hope to feel again, after everything is over. And it only worsens when you look at Steve.

Only a few years older, Steve is taking responsibility. You can see it in everything he does. He might complain, but he wouldn’t ever leave them when he’s needed. He would never let them be lost, even if it means he has to pretend to know the way. He’s here, holding Max as she cries, as if she’s his responsibility. Because to him, she is. To him, each of the kids, even Robin and Nancy, are under his watch. He doesn’t expect anything from them, and part of you thinks he wouldn’t accept it.

He’s strong, you know it. You see it in the way he talks to her, quietly, trying to sooth her. It’s evident in the way he acts without being asked, in the way he wants to do anything he can. And most of all, it’s in the way he’s able to comfort her while he looks as though he himself might break.

The way his eyes water is nearly impossible to notice. The way his hands tremble on her shoulders, as he rubs her back. The way he has to pause every few seconds to take a deep breath, to keep his voice from becoming unsteady, because he has to stay strong for her.

And it burns a hole in your chest, watching it all unfold, being witness to the unnoticed. But you can’t look away, you won’t, because when it ends, you will be here if they need you.

Because, you have to be.

[buddiesmutslut]

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we need more pipe baby fics in this fandom I'm BEGGING

HELLO beautiful person, I'm so glad you asked for more of this story!! I'm so attached to itty bitty Pipe Baby, I love her so much and I'm SO excited about this fic, so have some more!! 15 sentences (I think, I'm not great at math lol) & again, the details are all subject to change (I've already re-written this once, so who knows what it will look like by the time I'm done lol) but you get the general idea of what I'm going for. I hope you like it!

“Eddie, hi! It’s Sarah, Alec’s mom?” She starts, like she’s not sure he remembers her or not. She sounds frazzled, which Eddie tries not to worry more about. 

“Yeah, Sarah, hi. Uhm, is everything alright?” He asks, not wanting to be rude but curious to the point of her call. 

“Yes, yeah, everything is fine! I just- I hate to do this to you, but I need a favor. Is there anyway you can pick Alec up from school today and watch him for a little bit? My husband was supposed to do it, but he got called into a last minute, emergency surgery and I’m currently out of the state for a training thing, and our normal babysitter is busy, and my mom is sick and-” 

He cuts her off, relief settling over him that it’s not something serious. “Sarah, yes, Alec can absolutely hang out with us until your husband can pick him up, I’m sure he and Chris will both be thrilled,” he agrees instantly. This is an easy problem to solve, but he knows how hard it is to ask for help, remembers the shame of admitting that he couldn’t handle something on his own. He’s gotten better though, but only after years of therapy and damn near blowing his life up.

“Thank you so much, Eddie, you’re a life saver! Willow’s going to go with him, hang out in the hospital while he does the surgery. Probably not the most fun place for a 7-year-old, but God knows the nurses and everyone know her well enough, there’s just no way he could get Alec and across town in time for the surgery.”

He knows she’s just rambling now, thinking out loud as a way to try and keep everything straight, but he can’t imagine wanting to spend his free time in a hospital at 7, especially when the one person he knows is going to be busy. 

Maybe he’s a glutton for punishment, but he can’t stop himself from asking the question. “Who’s Willow?” 

[amber-jinx]

Agree with a lot of your points here.

By "music video" I meant musical montages there. The thing is a lot of the really juicy parts that were set up by season 1 was brushed off and barely explored in season 2. Season 2 went off on a tangent and to explore certain new paths that really throw people under the bus. Like the Black Rose bit. A lot of people were confused. Mel and Jayce just brushed off because they wanted to explore Jayce and Viktor as well as to prepare people for their next show, Noxus. Was Maddie necessary? Cramming the supposed "juicy parts" together and leaving out stuff that needs to be addressed left by season 1 just leaves a bitter taste in a lot of the fans of season 1's mouths. Like the intro. They absolutely did not have to put Jinx waving the French revolution flag just to have her in season 2 treat it as a joke. Jinx's mental illness magically fixed by a kid? Silco not haunting the narrative? The political issue that was a key foundation of season 1? Dismissed. Jinx and Vi being completely different people in season 2 despite events picking up after season 1 is why more run time wouldn't have fixed season 2.

The website's description of Vi and Jinx before s2's release already felt wrong as well. Yes, I can ignore Christian's words, but he definitely did have some influence on the plot as well, with his rejected pitch and ideas in S1 picked up again in S2. and that's why people are blaming him as one of the writers. Now I blame Netflix as well, I guess.

About Amanda, let me just copy the comment I was referring to earlier from that post: "If anything, I'd say "these writers aren't great with thematic storytelling or understanding the implications of their own writing sometimes," (mind you, I didn't say this either, I just mean that I COULD say that). But honestly, even if I DID say these things, or direct this post at them, it really wouldn't be that far off considering the BS they've said in interviews. Like how fucking in a prison cell apparently is a "reclaiming of trauma" or how Amanda says, WORD FOR WORD, "In the last conversation she and Jinx have, Jinx understands that she is the one standing in the way of Vi, of letting her make her own choices in her own life, and gives her permission to do it."

She didn't say, "Jinx thinks this," she said, "Jinx UNDERSTANDS this." Aka a confirmation that this is the reality. If Jinx is "standing in Vi's way" according to one of the main fucking writers of the series, what does that say to you? (They could've so easily made Jinx realise they Vi could have both and still make their own choices. But no. They're forced apart and Vi is forced to choose unnecessarily. Choosing to save her sister is framed as "the wrong choice". Wow.)

If that's not enough, she also says, "Either way, [Vi and Jinx] would have to be separated to break that cycle." When discussing the "cycle of violence" theme. So basically they can't ever be together again without violence being perpetuated between them- does that not sound like she's saying Vi is better off without Jinx?

Since I'm not one to make claims without sources, here's the link to an article about the interview I'm drawing these from: https://www.thegamer.com/arcane-interview-amanda-overton-caitlyn-vi-queer-sapphic/"

This is one key disappointment many has. Does the author know that the tag is "dog shit"? Apparently not. Why control what tags people use? Starting a new tag doesn't mean their valid points would be heard. Calling out stupid opinions are fine, but maybe don't hate on the tag itself? 😅 Also in that link she says "we knew we had 2 seasons to tell that story." Now I don't know if they knew or not. Apparently Christian also insisted on it being 2 seasons. At this point it's hard to know what really went down.

About the awards: yes, Arcane is hella impressive at that. But just based on fairness, why wouldn't season 2 be nominated for best writing again if it's writing is good?? Or is the award to blame for not crediting a sequel just because it's predecessor has already won that category?

This is really getting too long. Not gonna reblog any further.

Seriously why are some people defending Arcane S2 like their life depended on it. The music was top tier, some parts were good, Fortiche has topped their game. Marvelous job by Fortiche. While acknowledging the good we also must acknowledge the bad just to be real and so Riot can improve upon their future seasons. Incoherent writers, shitty plot, so many loose ends, the lack of showtime, Cait? Caitvi? Vi??? All the random undeveloped characters (this did not happen in s1)? The discontinuation from season 1?? Using parallels just for the sake of it without much meaning? ...

This is like a flip side to defending Rachel Amber all over again... See both sides of the coin people 😪

[jichanxo]

sunday six already!?

tags: @four-white-trees @phantasy14 @passthroughtime @overdevelopedglasses @skysquid22

not much writing from me lately (i think the pendulum has swung the other way and i've been drawing a bit more), but i've poked a little bit more at sensei fic... here's more school club exposition lol, aside from that i've only made minor changes...

Much like the Dance Club, things had been picking up for the Robotics Club, who were preparing for their next skirmish in the RB Robot Rally. It was more common to see Itokura here than in the MRC clubroom because of that, and he liked to keep an eye on her. Though outwardly abrasive, she seemed to have settled into school again, or at least the clubs, and despite what she said, he thought she was going to stick around. Mystery was still her great love it seemed, but she liked being good at things, and didn’t want to leave Sakura-kun out to dry, programming alone, so she hung around here instead of the MRC. 

The MRC kept them both very busy, though funnily enough it was outside the club itself. Yagami’s previously clear phone calendar was now filled with reminders and dates for club deadlines and competitions. Amasawa just had a way with people he supposed, and his own natural curiosity hadn’t helped.

[swordscleric]

I think as a result of their indecision, general dithering on every possible decision and inability to provide a single sliver of rationale behind the actions they have taken, I personally don't think we can judge Bell's Hells on whether or not their decisions are moral or not. Have they wishy-washily and passively avoided every hard question that could have been asked of them? Yes; but that speaks to a lack of interesting ideas and a lack of curiosity on their collective behalf in dealing with the scenarios set before them. I think if we judge them on anything it is the consequences of their actions (or inaction). Realistically, I reckon (depending on how releasing Predathos goes) they will be treated in a similar way to how someone like Vespin Chloras was treated by history - a damned fool whose actions lead to the annihilation of civilisations, the destruction of millions of lives and as such has been (rightfully!) condemned by Exandrian history as one of its greatest villains. Our softening of our view as a fandom on Vespin comes from his editing of Zerxus' pact to save the world from the rage of the Primordials. I think his actions, typical of the Age of Arcanum, echo Ludinus' fatal ideological folly in assuming that they would lead to prosperity due to a change in the divine structures of Exandria; Bell's Hells, having followed Ludinus' plan to the letter, now risk becoming as big of villains as Vespin Chloras for even worse reasons - a total lack of imagination and a deep unwillingness to engage with any hard question that would force them to face their lack of interiority as a party.

[sysig]

Coding woes (Patreon)

[the-city-kitty]

I probably will elaborate more at some point but in lieu of that for now pls accept my humble offering of a scene with no real context.

Maria stopped short, peering through the tree line. Trekking through the woods was slow going, but they figured it would be better to stay just out of sight of the roads but not too far that they couldn’t see anyone coming up behind them. But it was taxing nonetheless if the way her stomach suddenly seized up and cramped just at the sight of the building in the distance was any indication.

“Maria?” Shadow looked up at her, curious as to why she’d stopped moving.

“There’s a roadside diner up over there,” she said. She pointed her chin vaguely in its direction, guiding Shadow’s eye line.

His brow furrowed.

“You haven’t had any food since dinner, and that was before the….” Shadow trailed off seeing the solemn look on her face. She was still looking somewhat longingly at the building in the distance.

“You should go in and get yourself something. And it will be good for you to sit and rest for a while. Don’t worry about me, I can stay hidden out here. I can even scout back and make sure we’re not being followed.”

Maria just shook her head.

“One big problem with that idea,” she made a show of digging her hands into the pockets of her stolen jeans and turning them out, showing off just how empty they were. “No money, no food. Let’s just keep going.” She started off again only to be stopped when Shadow grabbed her arm.

“Maria, you need to eat. Can’t you just… what’s that phrase?”

“You mean ‘dine and dash?’ I guess I could” she considered. “That’s if I don’t get turned away right at the door.”

“Why would they turn you away?” Shadow asked sincerely. Maria pointed down at her muddy and dirt caked feet.

“No shoes. It’s a whole thing, ‘no shirt, no shoes, no service.’”

“Hm,” Shadow grunted. He thought for a moment. “… I may have a solution.”

*-*-*

Walking out from the tree line, Maria blinked as her eyes adjusted from the relative darkness of the trees to the harsh brightness of the rural Oklahoma landscape. Shadow’s clunky air shoes fit poorly on her feet and she more so trudged rather than walked up to the diner as she tried to get used to them.

The building itself didn’t look like a diner, and she probably wouldn’t have known it was one if not for the incredibly large hand painted sign propped up on wooden posts declaring it as such. From the outside it just looked like a farmhouse, and it probably was one once upon a time.

It had a second floor, probably where the proprietor lives, that had its own entrance accessible via a wooden staircase. On the opposite side was the garage and an old beat up truck parked in the driveway. The “yard” was big enough to serve as a parking area, but currently there weren’t any cars parked out front.

The jingle of a bell attached over the front door signaled Maria’s entrance. Even if it hadn’t, the metal in the soles of Shadow’s shoes made a very obvious clunking sound against the linoleum floors of the diner’s interior. She couldn’t help cringing at the sound. So much for trying to make a stealthy escape when she’s done here. Luckily the sound didn’t seem to draw the attention of the only other diner in the room. The man stayed resolutely focused on his sandwich.

Just about the only parts that made the diner seem like, well, a diner was the linoleum floor and the counter separating the kitchen from the dining room. The tables and chairs seem to have been collected from all over, not a one matching the other. She supposed it made sense for a place this far out in the sticks.

Behind the counter was an older woman watching a tiny rabbit ear tv set up next to the cash register. The woman gave Maria a sideways glance as she walked up to the counter.

“What can I get for ya?” She drawled.

“Um, can I get toast, with scrambled eggs and ham please? And a glass of orange juice?” Her order placed, Maria started to look for a seat closer to the door.

“Young lady?” The woman’s voice interrupted search. Maria turned back to her and was pinned to the spot by the way the woman was looking her up and down.

“Do you think I don’t recognize a runaway when I see one? I know you don’t have money.”

Maria struggled to defend herself;

“I’m not- technically I- I’m not a- okay no I can’t pay but I’m really hungry so maybe I could do something to repay you instead? Like, um, I could wash the dishes for you?” She finished weakly.

“Whose dish? Yours?” The woman scoffed, gesturing vaguely at the mostly empty room. The man still wasn’t paying attention to their conversation.

“I’m not gonna go bankrupt feeding one runaway girl, so sit down. I just didn’t want to watch you scramble out the door and make a fool of yourself.”

The tension whooshed out of Maria, who sat down at the counter now that she didn’t have to ‘scramble out the door and make a fool of herself.’ She occupied herself by watching the little tv on the counter while the owner made her food. There wasn’t anything particularly entertaining on, just a local news station, but it was something. Occasionally she glanced out the window, searching for a spot of red against the endless beige. Shadow remained hidden, just as he promised her he would, but he’d also said he’d stick close by to watch out for trouble.

The plate of food landed in front of her, along with her juice. Maria just barely contained herself from shoveling it all into her mouth, she really was hungry.

Maria ate and sipped and listened to the weatherman drone on. She was already starting to feel some of her energy come back to her, and soon she and Shadow would be on their way again. Speaking of….

“Excuse me ma’am,” she said politely. “But do you know how far it is to the nearest town?”

“About five miles west.”

Maria nodded.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a map, would you?”

“Sorry, sweetie, afraid I don’t. I think you’ll be able to get along without one for now though,” she looked over Maria’s shoulder. “Excuse me a moment.”

Beside Maria, the other customer walked up to the register.

“Are you ready sir?” asked the owner.

“Why yes.” He replied.

“How did you find everything?”

“I think I got what I needed.”

Maria didn’t pay too much attention to the niceties of their transaction, instead turning back to the last few bites of her food. The directions she got were vague but at least it was something. Hopefully she can find a map in town, which if she wants them to get there before dark she better start heading off too. She’ll say her thank you and goodbye just as soon as the other customer has left.

But he’s… really taking his time with finishing up the transaction.

‘Doesn’t this guy have someplace to get to?’

…

‘How’s he gonna get there?’

Heat prickled the back of Maria’s neck and all the way down her spine. Her breakfast threatened to come back up. Out of the corner of her eye she finally looked at the only other customer in a roadside diner with no other cars parked outside.

Just as soon as she’d bodily launched herself away from the counter, fully intending to make a foolish scramble for the door, she was held in place by the unmistakable click of a hammer being pulled back.

The man, the agent, had a pistol aimed at her. Behind the counter, his partner produced a sawed-off and pointed it in her direction as well. Maria put her hands up.

“Now, Miss Robotnik, let’s not do anything rash,” the man said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then why do you have a gun pointed at me?” Her voice came out wobbly and childish. Her eyes were hot.

He glanced at his weapon, seemingly considering it for a moment before he shrugged and laid it down on the counter. A bit of an empty gesture considering his partner was still pointing the shot gun.

From his pocket he produced a pack a cigarettes and a book of matches. He stuck a cigarette between his lips and lit it, taking a drag before he continued:

“You know, I always thought it was reckless and irresponsible for Gerald to bring you around everywhere with him like he did. If he really loved you he woulda kept you somewhere far away from all this nonsense.”

“Don’t talk about my grandpa like that!” She said, incensed.

He picked up his gun again. He didn’t point it at her again, but she still went stiff.

“Your grandpa is the reason you’re more afraid of these things,” he gesticulated with the gun, “than that monster he let sleep in the same room as you. That thing? That thing is actually dangerous. You’re wearing those fancy shoes Gerald made for it, so it’s gotta be close by. All I want is for you to tell me where.” He puts his gun back down and gestured for his partner to lower her weapon as well. Her eyes remained steely even as she did.

“No. I won’t. You’re wrong.” Maria argued. “You’re wrong about Shadow. I’m not some stupid little girl, I know he’s powerful but that doesn’t mean he’s dangerous. He wouldn’t turn his power on anybody. He wouldn’t.”

“‘Won’t’ is not the same thing as ‘can’t,’ sweetheart.” He replied patronizingly. “It was that power that killed your grandfather.”

Maria swallowed hard as bile rose up in her throat again. She didn’t say anything back. The man smiled ruefully.

“Ahh, that was a little mean, but I just want you to understand the situation here. Like I said, we don’t want to hurt you, hell, agent Margot here has shown you some good hospitality here, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Well the eggs were a little under salted,” she snips.

“Hmm, was it that lightning wit that made Gerald favor you over your cousin?”

Maria blinked, she hadn’t heard about Ivo in years. What did he have to do with anything?

“You know he’s in a foster home in Cincinnati? No, you probably didn’t know that. But, we pull the right strings we can get the two of you placed in a good home together. Isn’t that something that you want, Maria? To be with your real family? That alien is going to bring you nothing but trouble, we can protect you, Maria.”

Maria fidgeted, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“I- I-I don’t,” she stammered. “I don’t know what to do.” She let her face screw up, a couple of tears leaked out.

“It’s going to be alright, Maria,” the agent said. “All you have to do is tell us where it is.”

“I- He’s…” she looked past both agents, over their shoulders. “No, Shadow! Don’t!” She shouted. Both agents turned and pointed their guns at the empty air behind them. Maria kicked her right leg out as hard as she could and was rewarded when the ill-fitting shoe flew off her foot just as she hoped it would. Although she had definitely been aiming for the agent’s head, the shoe overshot, sailing over both agents and instead tipping a pan full of oil over on the stove, right onto the still lit burners.

‘Maybe Margot shouldn’t have been so committed to her hospitality.’

There was a loud whoosh and a blast of heat. The flames rose up swiftly and hungrily. They quickly caught onto the wooden ceiling.

While the agents were stunned Maria turned, making a break for the door. But the imbalance with only one shoe threw her off, and she fell. She quickly picked herself back up, she glanced behind her to see if the agents were aware of her escape attempt, but they were already gone. They must’ve fled out another exit only they knew about. She made to start running again, but between one blink and the next, she was out of the oppressive heat of the burning building and back outside, yards away.

She knew she could always count on him.

“We have to go!”

He nodded in agreement.

“One moment.” He blinked out of existence and just as quickly reappeared tugging his right shoe back into place. Maria starts taking off the left to give it back to him just as there’s a distant crack, and something whizzes by and impacts the dirt just behind them. She screamed when another followed soon after. Still missing but definitely closer that time.

The two agents were giving chase in the beat up truck from the house. Agent Margot leaned out the passenger window with her shotgun.

“Go!” Shadow yelled.

They ran back towards the tree line where there would be more cover, and while luckily neither of them fell the imbalance was making it hard for either of them to run at full speed. Bullets pelted the ground behind them. Each one getting closer to hitting than the last.

Shadow grabbed onto Maria’s right hand.

“Three-legged race!” To anyone else it would sound like he was spewing nonsense, but Maria understood him instantly. She tightened her grip on his hand, making sure it was secure. They surged forward, synchronizing their steps until her left was moving at the same time as his right. Sure, she was a little more used to doing this in roller skates, but as the air shoes activated she found the feeling wasn’t all that different. It was just skating on air.

With a burst of speed that left yellow light trails in their wake the two zipped through the tree line. The roar of the engine and the sound of gunfire faded into the distance as Shadow and Maria raced off, leaving the agents in the dust.

ah fuck it now I’m kinda cooking with this Maria Lives au (actual name tbd) because yeah to a certain extent it’s mostly just what amount of shenanigans a 14 year old girl and a superpowered alien hedgehog can get up to living on the road on the run from the government but after that last ask I’m like, “wait, Ivo would be like 12 at this time” soooo like…… two genius cousins (cuz I refuse to believe that Maria got skipped out on being just as smart as her grandfather and cousin) and a superpowered hedgehog confidently bumble their way into taking down GUN? Somehow?

[mintandcreme]

:)

[lesbiansanemi]

I am so fucking sick of living with my roommate and his fuck ass boyfriend. Also watching my roommate burn every single one of his (already rather minimal, I might add) bridges for this guy is also kind of painful but also his relationship with me is one of said bridges so I'm almost past the point of even feeling bad for him lmao