#can we just skip 24 hours thanks

[dcviated]

Tomorrow is the exam.

[aaksuitac]

[04:24 am] “what are we?”

wc: 2.3k

a/n: [fluff viktor brainrot thanks to @dilemmars. t dije q me vengaría baby, así q zas, un payback por tus podcasts jdjfjjsd. hope u like cause its ur fault]

he’s humming something you don’t quite understand, a distant tune that sounds familiar —probably you’ve heard him sing it before—, and even if you don’t recognize the melody aside from that, you can’t help but appreciate it.

his hands fidget with whatever he can reach as he sighs once more, as if he was stealing breaths from the world, heavy, almost as lidded as his eyelids. his hair falls on his eyes and in between his slender fingers while he curls the untamed strands, and you fall into an endless pit of staring at him as he scribbles, grunts, sighs, and finally pinches the bridge of his nose.

“statistically speaking, i’m starting to feel like the chances of me getting this right are adversatively proportional to the chances of you accidentally swallowing a fly.”

and you just blink, once, then twice.

he stares at you, gives you a pointed look. he can’t really say if you understood that you were just staring at him with your mouth parted, but you squint at him, snickering.

“what,” his low voice fails to ask, unbothered, knowing that you’ll answer regardless.

and you do, answering. “you haven’t even uttered a word in a while. i was just surprised that you could still talk, is all,” you grin cheekily, playing with a screw on the table as you turn left and right on the chair you’re sitting on.

viktor looks at you, and he can’t help but crack a smile. point for you.

“what you laughing for, mhh, mister science?”

“isn’t it enough to bother me from the moment i get inside the lab in the morning that you need to do it at night too?” he pretends seriousness, side-eyeing you teasingly.

“fair enough. i will consider your offer, man of fleeting memory, and take it upon myself to bother you longer.”

his mean stare wouldn’t even make a kitten mewl, but you take you hand to your heart, pretending to be wounded.

“don’t look at me like that! you’ll hurt my feewings,” you pouted, much to his amusement.

“fleeting memory?” he scoffs, accent rolling off his tongue. “when’s the last time you lost a hairtie, mmh?” he mocks.

“unfair!” you can’t help but giggle as you pretend to hide your hair from his view. point for him. “besides. i take better care of my hair than you do of yours.” you pouted smuggly. “mine looks prettier.”

“what?” he finally asks, letting out a chuckle this time as his eyes land on you for the first time in the good part of an hour.

you play with your hair to style it, and funnily pose, hands on your cheeks as you lay your elbows on the table.

“what, don’t I look pretty?” you smiled, letting out a cheeky giggle.

yes. he doesn’t say it, but his eyes haven’t dodged back to his papers just yet. it’s another point for you. so very pretty.

he doesn’t dare. he knows it. his mind, or at least the small portion of his mind that still ties him with the occasional reminder that he’s human, looks at you and wants you in a way that he’s never wanted before.

so viktor resolves in looking at you. maybe only for a moment, maybe only on those fragments of time when he’s tired enough that he looks at the stars and at the moon, yearning to reach them, only to think he’ll miss the moonlight, finally blinking to the realization that he had been staring into your eyes for too long.

his eyes are dull as he stares at you, and your expression of worry at the fact makes his heart skip a beat. “viktor?” you mumble, softly, sleepily, warily. he can’t stop staring at you, and while he supposes success and defeat can look the same in a mirror —therefore, he doesn’t really blame your confusion—, he finds no words to explain which one he’s feeling as you move your chair towards him by a push against the floor, solely accompanied by the sound of the little wheels rolling to him.

he grabs his walking stick and turns it around, pretending to poke at your chair, as if to teasingly shove it away. if you realize that he settles the walking stick just in the correct place so that your stool can’t move back, he doesn’t know. viktor just stares at the floor, to pretend that maybe the way your eyes turn tender when his reflection shines on them has nothing to do with what you’re about to say.

tsk, tsk. clueless viktor.

he’s expecting it, yes, but even with that on mind, he can’t phathom how your course of action chooses laughing as you fidget with the loose button on his vest, the second one from the top down. viktor purposely forces himself to stable his breathing, worry seeping into him, thinking that maybe you could feel his heartbeat grow faster beneath the layers of clothing.

and he feels like the remnants of a cheap ring that stain a finger blue, when comparing himself as he stands —sits— close and next to you. maybe its because you usually wear rings, and he can feel the ghost of them as your hand trails up and absentmindedly fixes his collar.

he can almost see it. your mind working, the pieces falling into place, the—

“either my eyes are deceiving me or yours have been on my lips for a rather long time.”

and he can just. blink. as if that could break how mesmerized he feels, how his heart swells up and covers his throat, how inexplicably he feels when you’re with him, near and alone. the need to know more. the need to use every trinket and screw to map out your body for him to explore, and to map out the wonders of your mind for the world to admire and maybe then find out the reason of his inability to look away.

he was so focused before. used to be.

he is. now, at you. of you. on you.

you.

another point for you. he isn’t keeping count, but something tells him he’s losing.

and as his gaze falls back to your lips in between a battle against your eyes, lost in which to stare and sink into their devotion, he hesitates again.

he thinks its funny. so funny, viktor holds back the dry chuckle that threatens to go past his lips. how to cherish you in a way that matters. how to love, the scientist wonders. is there a way that would allow him to unveil and unravel himself to you? could there be some kind of language, able to express the depth of his insides, that you, too, could understand?

what is love, anyways? is he in love with you because his coffee tastes better when it matches the dark of your pupils? because when he takes the mug from your hand and his fingers brush against yours, it seems warmer? because he notices how the dark shade in your eyes seems to mix with that of your irises, and the way the black eats the colour when you stare at him? because he claims to hate company while he studies alone, but one chair remains empty as he works, waiting for who it was meant for? because when he fails and surrenders himself to the fall, throws his walking stick against the wall, he yearns for your embrace and how your hair smells in the evenings?

is that love? and if it is, could you understand it?

if it is love, and he could say it, would such a short word convey its meaning, or was he speculating just a couple of paragraphs ago? was he assuming the meaning of what love entails?

even so. if he said it, would you repeat it? would you claim you love him because he loves you, claim to love him too? would you instead claim to love him despite everything, even the uncertainty of love itself?

…does he accept it himself?

he’s overwhelmed by the sheer amount of voices in his head. there’s too much chatter. too many questions he can’t answer, too many commas, too many question marks. too much, too much, too many.

so he silences them. makes the voices dim to a deep silence. and when his lips find themselves suddenly against yours, he finds out the true, effervescent meaning of quietness.

his hand fails to pull you closer because of the damn walking stick that gets in the way. or maybe its the chairs you’re both on that clash against each other. maybe its matter itself. for a while, its the first time viktor doesn’t want to know.

in a bold statement, he couldn’t give a fuck.

he’s kissing you.

and it should be bad because of all the unanswered questions. he’s skipping procedure. he’s gone from the fuck around to finding out and he doesn’t know where he is at this point.

what he does know, is that your hand pulls him by his necktie, and he’s gone. science? yours only. the science that he’d study all of the nights he may have left. the science behind what makes you. the science behind how your hand craddles his face while stroking his cheekbones. the science behind how you’re the closest you’ve ever been to him and somehow still not close enough. the science behind the reason why when you pull away makes his heart beat so loudly, as if it had forgotten how to a second ago.

your forehead rests against his. he shouldn’t have done that. he just… did it. maybe that was bad. was it? could it be? he had been waiting for so long too. he never thought he would…

“viktor, what are we?”

and he’s dead. he knows what the question implies, but he doesn’t want to answer. he could follow you like a lost puppy through piltover and zaun and hell knows where else. if he wasn’t dead now he would die right there and now without a second thought, because the feeling that overcame him was that love was suddenly a sentence or two away.

he knows he doesn’t dare. it’s one of the only thing he knows, one of the things he’s sure of.

but somehow, he moves. he stands up, takes the walking stick, and attempts to walk out the feeling that bounces inside him.

the walking stick always makes a noise when he walks, one with dificulties to interpret in terms of onomatopeia. not quite a thud, not deep enough to reach that quality. not a clack, for it is not entirely made of metal. still, as if it was a mix of both, he keeps walking.

viktor is nervous. thud-clack. he’s not moving far from his chair, nor is he going somewhere else. thud-clack. he still keeps pacing. thud-clack. maybe the answer is somewhere in the room. thud-clack. maybe he can reply.

thud-clack, thud-clack, thud-clack.

only does he then realize that he hasn’t answered your question. and a non-answer statement might as well be a rejection.

no. no, no, no. fuck.

he’s sitting again, but you stand up. your hair follows, long. moving and brushing against the skin of your shoulders in a way that he can’t help but claim it to be endearing.

you’re walking. you don’t make any kind of extra sound when you walk. your heels reverberate against the floor like any other, yet also they mark the beat of his heart.

he can’t reach for you. you walk too fast.

you stop when you feel the walking stick on your side. the part made for him to lean on as he walks hooks you, and you stand, not facing him.

he doesn’t use the walking stick as he stands. no, he keeps it hooked to your core, scared that you might leave. you could, he wouldn’t blame you. but he can’t allow it.

he holds it in the air as he takes one step. another step. you’re turning, surprised to see him standing, and you gasp when he lets himself fall on you.

your touch surrounds him. yes. that’s the closeness he needed. he drops the walking stick, his hands slithering on your body, pressing you against him, for no reason at all yet because it is all needs.

“what can we be?” he whispers. he takes the science approach. the viktor approach.

he isn’t too clueless after all.

he raises enough to look at your darkened, sleepy eyes. he wants to drown in them.

“if i wanted to kiss you everytime you hand me coffee, wanted you to sit on the same chair as ne and hug me from behind as I work, wanted you.” he swallows dry. “then, what can we be?”

he doesn’t want to say the words, and its petty.

it’s the 31st when the clock strickes five am and your hands travel through his hair to kiss him again. to unbalance him enough that he falls back on his chair and you follow him, sitting on his lap.

and as he kisses you, his hands worshipping the skin he can touch, the warmth he can feel through layers of clothing, he feels like maybe there’s a life worth living, so he can’t ask.

he’s heard boys and girls when he was young talk about it. “he didn’t want to celebrate our month-versary,” a girl cried as he played with his little boat, watching from afar as she was comforted by her friend.

it’s the 31st. and he can’t really ask the question now, because if he says it, how could you celebrate each month?

he moves the chair and holds you in his arms as your back falls against the table before him. maybe he can kiss you until next month. until the clock strikes and it’s the 1st.

he smiles as he kisses you, feeling you pull his necktie off. he thinks it’s the best idea he’s had in a while. and a true scientist always tries out their hypothesis.

~k.k. (☆) have fun!

aaksuitac, november 2024 ©

[mclager]

Winners deserve prizes | Landoscar x Reader

English is not my first language, don't judge me too hard :)

I got carried away... Enjoy

Warnings: SMUT, threesome, m/m/f, switch!Oscar, dom!Lando, sub!Reader, unprotected sex, i think that's all

All started on the floor of Oscar's driver room. The boys were trying to skip some video making for the McLaren socials, playing never ever I ever, drinking capri sun, in the dark while someone's laptop played a "24 hours white scream" video on YouTube just so we could see each other. We all drank after Lando said something dumb that even he had done it. It was my time again.

"Never ever I ever... Kissed a boy." I drank, but it was a good thing to know, after all. Lando drank, but Oscar didn't.

"You did?" Oscar asked confused looking at Lando.

"Yeah... I don't look like the type?"

"You do." I said, making Lando chuckle.

"I don't think there's a type." Osc said, and he was right, but I couldn't lose the chance to pick on him about it.

"You don't look like the type." I said to Oscar, and Lando nodded.

"You would never."

"It's not that I wouldn't, it's just that I never had an opportunity." Oscar said and shrug.

"If I gave you the opportunity, would you?" Lando said, making Oscar blush instantly.

"I..."

"You broke, Osc." I chuckled looking at Oscar.

"Sorry, not my intention, I'm just curious." Lando took a sip from his Capri sun.

"Yes." Oscar said, almost whispering.

That was the first time Oscar and Lando Kissed. After that was definitely more interesting to go out with them, Lando liked to flirt just to see Oscar's cheeks turning bright red and I love to watch them bickering like an old couple. I definitely was not getting in the middle of it, I was just, as Conan Gray would say: People Watching, but one day things started to change.

I was in the after constructors win in Abu Dhabi, it was an understatement that everyone was way too happy and ready to party. We got to the hotel to get ready before going out like we always did, I was sleeping in Lando's room like I always did, so my things were there, when we go in the room Lan threw his things on the bed before going to his lugged.

"Should I wear something fancy?" I said, also going to my lugged. Lando looked at me for a second before speaking.

"I mean, what is your idea of fancy?" I got the two dresses I brought, thinking only about the party after the McLaren win.

"We got, little black dress, and we got a slightly longer red dress. I think the red is more fancy, tho."

"I prefer the black one."

"Should we get Osc to see the winner?" Lando nodded.

"I'm sure he's with me, but if makes you feel better, sure." He got his clothes and threw them in the bed along with his other stuff. As he changed, I laid on my bed face down to reach my phone that was charging, and called Osc.

"Hey, pretty." Osc answered, putting his phone somewhere.

"Hey, handsome. I have a fashion problem, can you come here?"

"Lando didn't help?"

"He did, but I want to double-check." Lando laid on top of me, picking up my phone and putting on speaker.

"She doesn't trust my fashion decisions, Osc!"

"I don't blame her, I'll be there in a bit, I just need to put my clothes on."

"I'm really stylish, you guys don't understand the vision."

"Thank you, Osc, love you!"

"Love you too, baby." He finished the call, and I looked at Lando, and he looked at me.

"Hi." Lan said with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Can you please get up."

"Why? You don't like to be close to your bestie?" He asked, letting his body fall even closer to mine.

"I love being next to you, you know that, but we kinda need to get ready, and you don't even have a shirt on." Lan was so close that everything I could breathe in was his perfume, and I wasn't mad about it.

"It's not like we have a time to be there, come on, girl, live a little." He said, putting his chin on my shoulder.

"Are you OK?"

"Why?"

"You're too clingy today."

"I'm not... maybe a little bit." I chucked.

"Lan, please." He stopped for a second and then looked at me.

"Please? You never said please to me, you normally just punch your way out."

"I'm just being nice, I can punch you if you want." As I said that, the door opened, and Osc came in the room. He looked at us and chucked.

"Should I come back later?"

"No, stay and help me to get this man off me." I said, and Osc came closer.

"It looks very comfy."

"It is."

"I can't with two v one right now." I said giving up and laying fully on the bed. Oscar ran his finger through my hair, moving it out of my face.

"Come on, we won the constructors ship, you should be nice with us today."

"I'm always nice." I closed my eyes in a dramatic manner and I felt Lan lower himself a bit more to leave a kiss on my cheek, but I didn't move, continuing my drama.

"We know, but today is especial." Osc said as Lando distributed more kisses on my face, but he didn't stop there, he made his way down my neck, making me have goosebumps.

"Lan, stop that." I whined, I didn't really want him to stop, but I didn't know if this was where he wanted to go, and Osc is just in front of us.

"Don't whine like that." He got off me, rolling to lay by my side. Osc chucked looking at Lan.

"You broke Lando." I opened my eyes to look at him, and he was laying just like me, clearly trying to hide his little Lando. I laughed.

"Lan...?"

"What?" He said, hiding his face on the mattress.

"Do you like when I whine?" I teased him.

"Come on, don't tease me if you aren't going to sit on my face." Osc laughed and looked at me.

"Are you going to let the poor boy go to a party like this?" Since when Oscar stopped being the shy boy he always was?

"Are you drunk, Piastri?"

"I had one beer, I'm not drunk, I'm just saying, you could help."

"And you would sit back and look?" I smiled imagining the scene.

"Not a bad idea." He smiled too, looking me in the eyes.

"Not helping!" Lando almost screamed in frustration.

"You like the idea, Lan?"

"Just kill me at this point."

"Answer the question, mate." Oscar said in an almost too demanding way, so much so that Lando looked at him with his eyebrows arched, surprised with the bold move.

"Don't talk like that to me." Lando's voice sounded dark, lower than normal, and he wasn't demanding, he was ordering, the "don't do this to me" Lando was out of the window in a second.

"Like what?" Osc said pretending to not understand.

"Oh, like what?" He got up off the bed and pulled Osc to stand up, he grabbed Oscar's face with one of his hands. "Like you fucking can tell me what to do, you can't." I sat on the bed to see the scene better.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound like that." The smile on his face... was obvious that he meant it, but Lan knew that all too well.

"You two are going to be the death of me." He shook his head and let go of Oscar's face, his white skin was now red from Lando's grip. "And to answer the question..." He looked at Oscar. "Sit back and look, do not cut for me, Osc." I crawled to them and kneeled on the bed by their side.

"So... we are doing this, or you got me wet for nothing?" I asked, making both of them look at me.

"Are you sure?" Lando asked, and I nodded, he looked at Oscar.

"I'm in." Osc answered before being asked anything.

"OK then." He signed to me with his head, and Oscar knew what to do. Oscar's hands went to my waist quickly, pulling me closer to him, he kissed me like he wanted this for a long time. My hands wandered to his neck, scratching it a bit, which made him moan against my lips.

"If I knew you two would like the idea so much, I would've suggested it before." Lando pulled me back by my hair just to kiss me too, his kiss definitely more violent than Oscar's.

"I thought our pretty girl would think it was too much, but I have never been so wrong." Osc said, and I looked at him when Lan moved away from me.

"I would never say no to my two best friends."

"Let's stop yapping? We have a party to attend to." He said, pulling Osc to a kiss. I reached to his belt to unbuckle it, and open his jeans.

"I'll stop yapping if you fuck my mouth." I said.

"I like the idea." He said against Osc lips, before turning to help me take off his jeans.

"If I knew we were doing this, I would've come here before changing." Osc whined.

"Just take it off and stop complaining." Lando said and Oscar did exactly what he said, as Lan gathered my hair in a ponytail, bringing my lips to his dick. "Fuck." He moaned, breathing a little heavier. I felt Oscar's hands on roaming my body, as Lan fucked my mouth.

"I've dreamed with this moment." He opened the zip off my dress, letting it fall on the bed, what left me only in my panties. "I hope you don't care about this." He said before ripping it out of me.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Lando said, drying some of the tears on my face as he pushed himself deeper in my throat. Oscar's hand went to my ass, and he squeezed it, he lowered his face and left a couple kisses on my back. His mouth got lower and lower, till I could feel his tongue on my clit, I moan against Lando, that did the same in response to it. 0sc is good with his mouth, it felt so good that I was feeling my arms fail me.

"Stay up, pretty." Oscar said holding me and pressed his dick on me. I pulled my head away from Lan.

"Please, fuck me! Pretty, please."

"I can't say no to this." He pressed his tip in my pussy, entering me painfully slowly.

"Please, Osc." I whined as he began to move slowly.

"I fucking love when you whine." Lando said pulling my hair making me look up. "Oh god, you look good as fuck like this." He looked at Oscar and smiled. "You both look good as hell." I got back to suck Lan, listening to his moans.

"You should see you, mate." Osc said, making Lan chuckle as he tries to keep his breathing steady.

"I think we're past the mate stage, Osc."

"I won't call you baby." Osc said, and Lan pulled him to make out over me.

"You can do better." Lan whispered.

"Fuck." Oscar's voice sound weak, his hand reached to my clit, making moan even more.

"Come on..." Lan moaned in a lower voice. "I'm going to cum." He tried to pull away, but I pushed my face against him. "You want me to cum in your mouth?" I nodded slightly. "You two will really be the death of me." He pushed himself to the back of my throat and I could fell his seeds going down my throat, he pulled back letting me breath.

"Lan..." I whined with my eyes closed, Osc pulled against his chest and kissed me, felling Lando's taste on it. Right after I came on Oscar's dick. "Osc, oh god!" He held me up not letting me fall to the bed.

"Where do you want me to cum?" He whispered against my neck.

"Inside."

"Are you sure?" I nodded weakly.

"Use your words, pretty."

"Yes, I'm sure, please."

"That's better." He said and finally let himself cum inside of me. Lando came closer to us and kissed both of us, and I hugged his neck not letting him go away.

"Are you OK, baby?" Lando asked, and I nodded.

"Yeah, better than ever."

"And you Osc?"

"Perfecly fine, you?" Lando smiled and nodded.

"I'm fine." He stopped for a second, looking at both of us like he didn't want to forget our faces right now. "If I say that I love both of you, that will be weird?"

"If it is, we're two weirdos." Osc said playing with Lando's curls.

"I would said three weirdos." Lando smiled.

"We have a party to go, after that we can talk a bit better." Oscar nodded.

"But first we all need a shower." I nodded.

"That will be nice." We got off of bed, Osc never letting go of me. We got into the bathroom, that looked crowded right now.

"Lan, can you?" Osc pointed to the shower with his head. Lando opened the shower and looked at Osc.

"Lan?"

"You said we're over the mate stage."

[inseobts]

hiii, i really liked your writing! i was wondering if you could do like roomate headcanons, like what it would be like to be roomates with monster trio (one piece) tyyy

Monster Trio as Your Roommates - headcanons

a/n: I'm honestly not good with headcanons so I apology, but I tried 🥺

characters: luffy, zoro and sanji

masterlist || ko-fi

── .✦ Monkey D. Luffy:

• Living with Luffy is pure chaos, but the fun kind. Every day feels like an adventure because he gets random bursts of energy and insists you join him.

• He raids the fridge constantly. If you leave leftovers, they’re gone within minutes. You tried labeling your food more than once, but everytime, Luffy just laughed and said, “But we live in the same house, it’s our food, right? What's yours is also mine and what's mine is also yours” tbh when it's about food the last option in never real.

• He’s surprisingly low-maintenance. He doesn’t mind messes (actually, he creates most of them), but if you ever clean up after him, he looks at you like you just saved his life “WOAH, YOU’RE AMAZING!”

• You have no personal space around him. He flops onto the couch next to you, drapes himself over your shoulder while you’re on your phone, and sometimes even falls asleep on you.

• Randomly bursts into your room at all hours without knocking. You’ll be peacefully reading, and suddenly BANG—“HEY WANNA GO GET MEAT?”

• He’s not the best at chores, but sometimes he tries (just because you threaten to throw his preacious meat)! Sometimes you have to make it a game “Let’s see who can fold their laundry the fastest!”, and suddenly, he’s all in.

• If you ever look sad, he immediately notices. He doesn’t always know what to do, but he’ll sit next to you with a goofy grin and say, “Wanna do something fun?” Next thing you know, you’re having a late-night rooftop picnic or sneaking into a 24-hour arcade.

── .✦ Roronoa Zoro:

• The best and worst roommate at the same time.

• On one hand, he’s independent, doesn’t invade your space, and won’t judge you for sleeping in or having your own lazy day/time. On the other hand… he gets lost in your own apartment, and it's not even that big.

• You once asked him to grab something from the kitchen. Thirty minutes later, he texted you from the balcony, (I'm exaggerating… but am I really?).

• His room is weirdly clean. Everything has a place, and he barely has any clutter stuff. But the moment he steps into the shared space? His dumbbells, swords, and clothes start creeping into every corner.

• Works out at the most ungodly hours. You wake up at 3 AM to clanking weights and grunts. If you complain, he’ll offer to train you, which… thanks but no thanks.

• Naps everywhere. Couch? Of course. Floor? Sure. Your bed? If he's lost and it’s the closest surface, he will take it. If you try to wake him up, he just grumbles, rolls over, and keeps sleeping.

• He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, he’s blunt “You look like shit. You sleepin’ enough?” But he also has a quietly protective side, like if you ever come home looking upset, he won’t pry, but he’ll toss you a drink and say “Sit. Seems like you need a break, and a drink.”

• Once punched a hole in the wall during a nightmare. He fixed it himself (not that well), now there’s a weirdly shaped patch that you both pretend isn’t there.

• He forgets things like paying bills or replacing household items, but he always remembers to check if you’ve eaten. If you skip meals, he’ll shove food at you and grumble “Tch. Don’t be stupid.”

── .✦ Vinsmoke Sanji:

• The real perfect roommate—except for the fact that he lowkey treats you like a VIP guest instead of an actual roommate.

• Cooks every meal. You haven’t had instant ramen since moving in because Sanji insists on making you something fresh. He even remembers your favorite comfort foods and makes them on bad days.

• Gets way too excited about grocery shopping, but you find it funny “We’re getting fresh ingredients, Y/N! You deserve the best!”. And when you feel lazy he will just do everything alone.

• The apartment always smells amazing because he’s constantly baking or experimenting with recipes. But this also means you randomly get taste-tested. He’ll appear out of nowhere, spoon in hand... “Try this and tell me if it needs more seasoning.”

• He keeps the place immaculate. If you’re messy, he doesn’t complain, he just sighs dramatically and cleans up after you. If you do clean, he fawns over you “Mon dieu, you’re an angel! You don't have to do this, I'm here for a reason.” (which is not tho be your slave but if he's happy...).

• Will absolutely flirt with you. Even if you’ve lived together for years, he does not stop “Good morning, my dear! You brighten up this apartment more than the sun itself~”

• If you ever bring a date home, he suffers. He tries to act cool, but you see the way he clenches his jaw and mutters things while aggressively chopping vegetables. Or he starts acting so sad that he walks with his gaze fixed on the floor, dragging his feet to his room or the kitchen.

• But if someone hurts you? Oh, they’re done “Who do I have to kill?” (You think he’s joking. He’s not.)

• You catch him staring sometimes, when you’re laughing, when you’re focused on something, when you’re just existing. When you call him out, he turns away, rubbing the back of his neck “Can’t help it, darling.”

[snowysosturn]

Fire & Desire - Matt Sturniolo Part 15

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Finale

Pairing: Y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Y/n has always clashed with Matt. Despite working for Chris’s clothing brand and being close with Nick, her relationship with Matt has always been tense at best. While being forced to be around each other more, their animosity turns into something deeper. Can they overcome their differences, or will their fiery emotions tear them apart?

Warnings: angst, tension

Matt finishes up his shots, handing the jacket off to Chris before running a hand through his hair.

I take that as my cue, slipping my own jacket on. Just as I’m adjusting the sleeves, Matt starts walking toward me. My pulse skips slightly, but I force myself to act normal.

"Nice jacket" I say, my voice light, playful. I tug at the sleeve for emphasis. "We’re twinning."

He follows my motion, then looks back at his own. For a moment, there’s a flicker of something in his expression, something almost unreadable, before he smirks. "Yeah, guess so."

I tilt my head, raising a brow. "Trying to be me now?"

Matt huffs a short laugh, shaking his head. "Nah, this was all Chris. Maybe he wanted to show it was unisex or something, I don’t know." His tone is easygoing, dismissive, like the whole thing didn’t really matter.

Something in me sinks slightly. I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe some kind of confirmation that there was a meaning behind it. That it wasn’t just a coincidence. That he had chosen it intentionally. But I nod, forcing myself to brush it off, not wanting to read too much into it.

Before I can say anything else, Nick, who had clearly been listening, steps in. "Okay, well, since you two are basically in matching outfits, you should get some pictures together."

I blink, glancing at Matt, who looks just as thrown off by the suggestion. He hesitates for a split second, then shrugs. "Yeah, sure. Why not?"

Chris, already looking back at photos, gives an approving nod. "Yeah, that could be cool. Matt stand behind Y/n."

I swallow, suddenly more aware of the way my jacket feels against my skin, the way Matt's standing just close enough for our sleeves to almost touch. I nod, stepping forward, trying to ignore the way my heart is beating.

We start taking photos, the fading sun casting a golden hour glow over everything. We take turns, everyone gets their solo shots, duo shots in turns between the boys then some of just Chris, Matt and Nick together. There’s small moments, genuine laughter caught between shots.

At one point, Chris calls me over, gesturing for me to stand beside him. "Let’s get some together" he says, adjusting his hoodie. It would be nice for both of us to have photos together, considering how hard we've worked on this.

By the time we’re done, the sky is a deep navy blue. We huddle around, flicking through the photos. The excitement is evident, everyone’s happy with how they turned out.

Chris straightens up, stretching his arms over his head. "Alright" he announces, a grin stretching across his face. "I say we celebrate."

Nick smirks. "You just want an excuse to go drinking."

Chris shrugs. "Yeah, and?"

We all laugh, the energy still buzzing in the air as we gather our things. The beach is still calm and quiet with the sounds of distant music playing from the bars lining the shore. We make our way up to the strip and walk into a lively sports bar.

Chris makes his way over to the bar and orders a round of drinks, effortlessly charming the bartender as he waits. Meanwhile, the rest of us find a table near the open air area, where there's a light breeze.

I decide to make my way to the bar, stepping up beside Chris. “I’ll help you carry them” I offer, reaching for a couple of glasses.

He flashes me a grateful smile. “Thanks” he says, passing two drinks to me. “Man, I’m so happy with how everything turned out. The photos, the jackets, everything.”

I smirk, nudging him playfully. “Even Matt’s jacket?”

Chris raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

I roll my eyes. “Come on, don’t act clueless. His is basically identical to mine, my initial, my favorite number. You trying to make us twins or something?” I tease, though there’s an edge of curiosity in my tone.

Chris looks at me for a moment, confused. Then, with a slow shake of his head, he says, “I didn’t do that.”

My head snaps towards Chris. “What?”

“I didn’t pick Matt’s design” Chris explains, grabbing the last drink. “He sat with me when I was placing the order back in Vegas. I had already filled in everyone else’s details, but he got to choose his own.”

The words hit me like a slow motion realization, the pieces falling into place one by one.

Matt chose it himself.

The same initial. The same number. On purpose. And he played it off.

I swallow, my fingers tightening slightly around the glasses in my hand. My heart thumping in my chest. Chris is still talking, but his voice fades into the background as my mind races. I don’t even know how to feel, shocked? Conflicted? Something deeper?

Chris finally glances over at me, noticing the shift in my expression. “You good?”

I snap back to reality, forcing a small smile. “Yeah,” I lie. “Just.. taking the whole night in.”

Chris doesn’t question it, just shrugs before nodding toward the table. “Come on, let’s bring these over.”

I follow, but my mind is elsewhere.

Matt did it on purpose.

And I have no idea what that means.

As we set the drinks down on our table, I sneak a glance across at Matt. He’s leaned back in his chair, talking to Nate about something. My His jacket rests against the chair beside him, the initial and number staring back at me like some kind of silent confession.

I try my best to brush it off and we fall into easy conversation within the group. Chris and Nate get another round of drinks, sliding them across the table. The energy between us is nice, everyone is buzzing after a successful shoot and the anticipation of whatever the night might bring.

Chris grins as he leans back in his chair. “I mean, tell me that wasn’t one of the cleanest shoots we’ve ever done. No arguments, no disasters.. kinda feels wrong.”

Nate laughs. “It’s because I was there. Everything runs smoother when I’m around.”

Matt snorts, taking a sip of his drink. “Yeah, okay, let’s not rewrite history. Weren’t you the one who knocked over a whole light stand last time and blamed it on the wind?”

Nate places a hand on his chest, replying in defense. “It was the wind. A strong gust. Nature conspired against me.”

Chris shakes his head. “The only thing working against you is your own coordination.”

I laugh, settling back in my chair as the teasing continues. It’s easy like this, the kind of comfort that only comes from knowing each other for so long.

Nick pulled up some of the photos on his phone. He slides it across the table, and everyone leans in to look.

“Oh, this one’s sick” Matt says, tapping the screen. “But I feel like Y/n should’ve gotten the solo shot standing on the rocks instead of me.”

I raise an eyebrow. “So you’re admitting I would’ve done it better?”

He tilts his head, pretending to think. “Mmm, not exactly. Just saying your balance is probably better, considering I nearly fell to my death up there.”

“You tripped once.”

“And it was a near death experience.”

Nick laughs. “Guy swayed a little and saw his life flash before his eyes.”

“I felt myself falling, kid” Matt insists, shaking his head. “Wouldn’t expect you guys to understand.”

I roll my eyes, reaching over to take the phone from him. “Anyway, let’s look at other pictures before this turns into the Matt Survival Story.”

The night continues like that, joking and teasing. The drinks kept coming, round after round, and at some point, I stopped keeping track. The buzz in my head was fun, my limbs loose, and the laughter around the table made me feel nice.

Chris, clearly feeling it too, leaned forward suddenly, eyes wide with a drunken revelation. “You know what sounds unreal right now?”

Nate raised an eyebrow. “Enlighten us.”

“Churro’s.” Chris declared, as if he’d just discovered the meaning of life. “Like, really good, proper churros. There’s gotta be a spot somewhere on this strip.”

Nick laughed, swirling the last bit of his drink in his glass before setting it down with a clink. “That actually doesn’t sound like the worst idea. Wanna walk and see what’s around?”

Chris nodded enthusiastically. “Hell yeah.”

Nate stretched, already pushing himself up from his chair. “Might as well. I could go for something sweet.”

I expected Matt to get up too, but he stayed seated, nursing his drink with an unreadable expression.

Nick glanced between us before shrugging. “You guys staying?”

Matt barely looked up. “Yeah, we’re good here.”

Chris wiggled his eyebrows at us like he knew something we didn’t before nudging Nate to move. “Alright, suit yourselves. Don’t get too bored without us.”

With that, the three of them wandered off, their voices carrying over the music and street noise before fading into the night.

I leaned back in my chair, exhaling as I swirled my straw in my drink. The silence between Matt and I stretched, but for once, it wasn’t awkward. It was.. easy.

“You’re holding up well” he commented, nodding toward my glass. “Thought you’d be slurring by now.”

I smirked, tilting my head. “So you underestimated me?”

“Never” he said smoothly, a small grin forming on his lips. “I just figured you’d be the responsible one tonight.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I’m on vacation. Responsibility is not in my vocabulary right now.”

Matt raised his glass slightly, as if to toast to that. “Fair enough.”

We both took a sip, the air between us charged with this weird tension, a different tension to normal, something neither of us seemed in a rush to address. 

Matt set his drink down, leaning forward slightly, his elbow resting on the table. His eyes, a little lazy from the alcohol, flickered with something unreadable.

“So, if responsibility isn’t in your vocabulary right now” he smirked, “what is?”

I smirked, continuing to swirl my straw in my glass. “Recklessness, maybe. Spontaneity.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Spontaneity, huh? That’s a dangerous game.”

I tilted my head, meeting his gaze. “Maybe I like a little danger.”

A slow grin spread across his face. “Yeah?” He leaned in slightly. “You’re full of surprises, you know that?”

I took a sip of my drink, letting the ice clink together. “And here I was, thinking I was predictable.”

He shook his head, studying me like he was trying to figure me out. “Not even close.”

Before I could respond, Nick’s voice cut through the moment, his energy a stark contrast to our quiet exchange.

“Guys!” he said, slightly breathless, plopping down into a chair, “we just found something way better than this place.”

Chris and Nate sat down beside him, both grinning.

“Oh?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Better how?”

Nick leaned forward, excitement clear in his face. “There’s a bar at the end of the street with a full on drag show happening. It looks insane.”

Chris nodded enthusiastically. “We’re talking full performances, outfits, the whole thing. You guys down?”

I glanced at Matt, whose lips twitched into an amused smirk.

“Well” he said, looking at me, “since you’re in your spontaneity era…”

I laughed, shaking my head. “You don’t even like using the term era”

Nick grinned, slapping the table. “That’s the spirit. Let’s get out of here.”

Matt lingered at my side, as we stumbled down the strip and into bar. The place is alive, bright neon lights, a shimmering backdrop behind the stage, and a drag queen in a sequined bodysuit commanding the crowd. She’s scanning the room, mic in hand, looking for her next victims to drag onstage.

Before I even have a chance to process what’s happening, Nick’s hand clasps around mine.

“Oh no” I start, shaking my head, but it’s too late.

“You know we have to do this.” he grins, practically dragging me toward the stage.

Chris, Nate, and Matt cheer from the table, egging us on like we have a choice in the matter. I laugh, half in protest, but I already know what’s about to happen.

Nick’s been dying to perform Alter Ego ever since we watched Crystal Envy and Lexi Love lip sync to it on Drag Race. And now, here we are, center stage, spotlights on us.

The beat drops, and suddenly, Nick transforms. He throws himself into the performance, rapping along flawlessly, hyping up the crowd, while I do my best to keep up, dancing and laughing through the whole thing. The drag queen is eating it up, hyping us both as if we were seasoned performers.

By the time the song ends, we’re completely breathless, and for once I’m not embarrassed by all of the attention. The drag queen dramatically bows to us, then gestures to the bartender.

“Now that is how you commit to the bit” she says into the mic. “Drinks are on the house for these two.”

We walk back to our table, joining back with the others when a tray of free shots is handed to us.

Chris whistles from the table. “I mean, if free drinks are involved, I might have to hit the stage next.”

Matt shakes his head, chuckling as I sit down.

“You really went for it” he says, impressed.

I grab a shot from the tray, still catching my breath. “What can I say? Spontaneity, remember?”

He raises his glass, smirking. “Guess you weren’t lying.”

I clink my glass against his before throwing back the shot, the burn of alcohol mixing with the rush of the night so far.

The warmth of the alcohol spreads through my body all at once, a delayed hit that makes my head spin slightly. The mix of adrenaline from the performance and the lingering buzz leaves me feeling lightheaded. My skin is still damp with sweat, a mix from dancing under the lights and the Hawaiian heat. 

I set my empty shot glass down and push back from the table. “I need some air” I mumble, mostly to myself, but Matt’s eyes flick toward me for a second before I turn away.

Stepping outside, the slight breeze feels cool against my overheated skin. I exhale, running a hand through my hair, trying to steady the rush in my head. So much has happened in just the past 24 hours. Getting my locket back, the jacket, the way he looked at me earlier, the teasing, the tension. 

It was a very different side of Matt that I wasn’t used to. 

I lean against the side of the building, staring down at my heels, my thoughts spinning faster than they should. Maybe I’ve been looking at this all wrong. Maybe Matt isn’t just Matt, the frustrating, teasing, sometimes unbearable guy in our group.

Maybe he’s the guy who went out of his way to do something meaningful for me. The guy who gets jealous when I give someone else my attention. The guy who’s been watching me just as much as I’ve been watching him.

And maybe he likes me. And maybe I like him too.

I heard the sound of the side door to the bar swinging open behind me, catching my attention. I turn to see Matt walking toward me.

“You good?” His voice is softer than usual, lacking its usual teasing edge.

I glance at him standing there with his hands in his pockets, watching me. The concern in his eyes is subtle, but it’s there.

“Yeah” I say, offering a small smile. “Just a bit warm. And very drunk.”

He chuckles, stepping closer. “Yeah, no shit. You and Nick just put on a whole damn concert in there.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “He’s been waiting for that moment.”

Matt smirks but then tilts his head slightly, considering me. “You wanna go for a walk on the beach or something? Might make you feel better.”

I hesitate for a second, but something about the way he’s looking at me makes it impossible to say no.

“Yeah” I say. “That sounds nice.”

We head down toward the sand, the noise from the strip fading as the waves take over and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Matt walks beside me, hands tucked into his pockets, but there’s an ease to his posture. “So” he starts, a teasing lilt creeping back into his voice, “you gonna add karaoke connoisseur to your resume after that performance?”

I roll my eyes but laugh. “Oh, absolutely. Gonna start touring next week.”

He grins. “I’d buy tickets.”

I nudge him playfully. “You’d probably take the piss out of me the whole time.”

“Maybe.” He shrugs, biting back a smirk. “Or maybe I’d just sit front row and admire the view.”

I feel my stomach flip at his words, and suddenly the air between us feels differen again. Even more intense. My steps slow just slightly, and he matches my pace.

“You’re such a flirt” I say, narrowing my eyes at him.

Matt smirks. “And yet, you’re still walking with me.”

I shake my head, trying not to smile, but I know he sees right through me. The alcohol has made me bold, but maybe it’s not just the drinks. Maybe it’s him.

We keep walking, the conversation flowing like we never hated each other. Playful. Teasing.

I laugh at something he says, shaking my head. “You’re ridiculous.”

He grins, nudging me lightly with his shoulder. “And yet, you love it.”

I roll my eyes but don’t deny it. Before I can think of a comeback, my heel suddenly sinks too deep into the sand, throwing me off balance. I stumble to the side, my hands instinctively reaching out.

Matt reacts fast, catching me before I fall to the ground. One arm wraps firmly around my waist, steadying me, while the other grips my hand. The warmth of his touch against me sends a jolt through me, and I realize just how close we are, his face only inches from mine, his breath grazing over my cheek.

“Damn” he laughs, holding me upright. “You good?”

I grip his forearm, steadying myself. “Yeah, just, heels and sand? Not a great mix" I say, trying to play it cool. "And to think you were suggesting that I should’ve been up on the rocks earlier.”

Matt smirks, but instead of saying anything witty back, he suddenly crouches down in front of me.

I blink. “What are you-”

“Relax” he murmurs, fingers already working at the straps of my heels. “You’re gonna break an ankle trying to walk in these out here We don't need any more ankle problems.”

I open my mouth to argue, but the way he carefully unbuckles each strap, sliding the shoes off my feet like it’s the most natural thing in the world, has my brain rewiring itself.

Once he’s done, he stands, holding my heels in one hand. “There. Now you won’t have an excuse to fall into my arms again.”

I cross my arms, scoffing at him. “I didn’t mean to fall into your arms.”

Matt tilts his head, that signature smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah? Could’ve fooled me.”

I narrow my eyes. “You’re so full of yourself.”

He grins. “And yet, you’re still walking with me.”

I bite my lip to keep from smiling too much, but I know he sees it. He always does. I bump my shoulder against his playfully. “You know, you don’t have to carry my shoes. I am capable of holding things.”

He smirks. “Yeah, but then what excuse would I have to be a gentleman?”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Oh, so you’re a gentleman now?”

Matt raises an eyebrow, stopping in his tracks.

“I mean” he says, looking down at me, “I did just save you from eating sand. That’s got to count for something.”

I glance up at him, my heart racing, but I play it cool. “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe I let myself fall on purpose.” I say sarcastically.

His lips curve into a slow, knowing smirk. “Oh yeah? You wanted me to catch you?”

I roll my eyes dramatically. “Don’t flatter yourself, Sturniolo.”

“Oh, so we’re using last names now?” He steps closer to me. “Careful, that’s dangerously close to flirting.”

 “Please, if I was flirting, you’d know it.”

“Would I?”

I exhale, feeling my stomach flip. He’s so damn cocky, but I can’t even pretend I don’t love it.

I tilt my chin up defiantly, a slow grin spreading across my lips. “Mhm.”

My heart is racing. I can feel the alcohol in my veins, but this, this moment, is all me. No liquid courage, no overthinking. Just me and him.

I step closer, tilting my head slightly, my body moving on instinct. My mind is made up. I want to close the distance. I want him.

I lean in.

But just as my lips are about to brush his, Matt turns his head.

“We should head back.” His voice is quiet, almost strained.

I freeze.

The rejection slaps me across the face. I pull back quickly, my face heating in a way that has nothing to do with the alcohol.

I swallow hard, forcing a nod. “Yeah.. yeah, okay.”

Matt shifts awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. His usual cocky demeanor is gone, replaced by something I can’t quite read. Guilt? Hesitation?

I don’t wait to figure it out. I turn on my heel and start walking back toward the bar, my arms crossed tightly over my chest.

My stomach twists uncomfortably. How did I get it so wrong? The way he looked at me, the way he held my waist, the way he played into everything, was it just in my head?

I don’t know.

But what I do know is that I just made a move.. and Matt Sturniolo didn’t want me back.

a/n : i would run into the ocean and never return if i got rejected like that

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Random Prompts 24

"Well I'm not waiting for Fate to change her mind. She's a stubborn bitch."

"Why do I have to wait for the tables to turn? Can I not just jump across the table and attack you?"

"Patience is a virtue, you know." "Right, and didn't the virtues succumb to sin anyway? I'm just skipping steps."

"How did you get here so fast?" "Shortcut." "You were three days of travel away and you got here in an hour." "Shortcut."

"I would walk through Hell for you." "That's a nice sentiment but please don't."

"Do not make me turn this river around!"

"The amount of people who have said moving mountains is metaphorical until I actually move them is ridiculously high."

"We survived something insane! We should be thanking the gods!" "Uh, you do that. I'll go back to flipping them all off for getting us in that situation in the first place."

"What is in your hand?" "Rock." "Where did you find a rock?" "The ground."

"You can't keep the magic fish, we have to put it back." "But it likes me!"

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Get up Buck - B.Barnes X reader

Here it is! The final part.

I hope you all enjoy :)

TW; suicide, death, character death, swearing, (happy ending tho!)

PART 1

PART 2

“She is to be kept on 24 hour surveillance for the next four days. She is going to be tired and weak and you need to be looking after it. It is going to be hard work for everyone involved and you need to never make her feel bad for it” The Psych Doctor explained to Steve and Tony, 

“I understand, I can promise she will be safe” Tony said firmly, “Is she ready to go?” 

“You’ve signed all the consent forms?” The doctor asked 

“Everything’s been signed and paid for” Steve said, “I’d just like to get her home” 

“On the understanding that you bring her back the moment you can’t handle it” 

“I don’t need handling” Y/N said firmly appearing in the doorway of her room, 

“I didn’t mean it like that” The doctor said gently 

“You can’t keep me here so if you don’t want me at the compound I can go home” She said, and Tony felt his heart break.

“We want you at the compound” Tony placed his hand softly on hers, 

“Are you sure?” Y/N asked searching Tony’s face for any sign of uncertainty 

“Yes” Tony said, picking up her suitcase that was packed 

“Y/N, here is a few emergency numbers you can call if things get bad again” the doctor said handing Y/N a pamphlet filled with self-help book recommendations and numbers for therapists. 

“She won’t need them, but thank you” Steve said 

The ride to the compound was filled by the soft humming of Wanda to the radio, Steve and Bucky muttering in the back of the car and Nat trying to pull conversation out of Tony who was clearly preoccupied with googling all the best therapists near to the compound. Y/N had her head resting on the cool glass of the window as the compound rolled into view. It was a sight she had wanted to forget, her hands balled up in her shirt trying to disperse some of the anxiety of moving in. Tony had taken her to her apartment a few hours before to get her things together. 

“I gave Vis and Clint clear instructions for your room, your stuff will be in there” Wanda said 

“They won’t have unpacked it though?” Y/N double checked 

“No of course they won’t have” Steve said softly “We will have to check your bags though” 

“I’m not going to smuggle in anything that’s going to hurt me” Y/N said with a roll of her eyes, 

“We can’t take that risk, you can choose whoever to check through them but we have to check” Steve said in an authoritative tone

“Nat” Y/N said quietly 

“Sounds good sweetheart” Nat said with a soft smile, 

“Movie night tonight, what are we watching?” Tony said trying to lighten the mood 

“I think it’s Bucky’s turn to pick” Wanda said gently, Bucky felt his heart squeeze

“Friends” He said without skipping a beat 

“Friends?” Tony asked, 

“Yeah, I want to watch Friends tonight” He said, he knew it was Y/N’s favourite show to watch when she was feeling down. It wasn’t much but it was a start to making her feel better. 

“That’s not a movie but I guess we can watch it” Tony said with a huff,

“Y/N sweet or salty popcorn?” Wanda asked 

“Either, I think I’ll probably head to bed. So it might be a better idea for someone else to choose” She said quietly 

“I want both” Clint interrupted, as the car rolled to a stop 

“Nat can you show Y/N her room?” Tony said as they climbed out the car. 

It had been two days, Tony had kept Y/N under close super-vision. Not that she would have known it. He made sure that all the agents had been briefed to know that she was to be treated normally, just like she had been treated when she was at the compound with Bucky. 

“You need some sleep” Steve said as Tony slumped into the meeting room with yet another cup of coffee

“Everyone’s either too tired or on missions to do the over night shifts of watching her, so I don’t have a choice” Tony said “Sleep is for the weak” 

“What if I took the overnight tonight?” Bucky suggested “You’re giving her the sleeping tablets so she won’t wake up, I’m not on missions this week so I don’t mind one all-nighter” 

“What would you do if she did wake up?” Tony asked, Bucky knew it was a test. He wasn’t stupid, but there was a part of him that was insulted 

“I’d come and get you or Steve and I’d stay away” Bucky said, it was a lie, he wasn’t sure how he’d react. Wasn’t sure if he could stay that far away from her if she was hurting, but he had to try

“I don’t know” Tony said warily 

“It’s one night, then you can look after her 24/7 the rest of the week” Steve suggested, 

“Fine” Tony agreed. 

The night was going smoothly, Bucky felt a little like a stalker watching Y/N sleep on the secret cameras Tony had installed. But he took a little bit of comfort in watching her so peacefully, it had been one of his favourite past-times when they were together. Not that she ever knew about it, back then she would have teased him mercilessly if she had found out. He would have loved it, he’d love it even more if she was to find that spark again, but he knew better than to wish for that much. 

Y/N stirred a little in her sleep and Bucky felt his chest tighten, she was wearing his shirt. He was sure he had lost it months ago, yet here it was. Bucky zoomed in a little on the camera to check that she wasn’t waking up, her face contorting into a pained grimace. Suddenly she sat bolt upright and was desperately searching in the duvet for something. Bucky could sense the panic, his hand hesitating over the button that would call Tony and Steve. Until she stopped, her hands wrapped around something. Something that Bucky couldn’t believe. And so he called for Steve. 

“Is she okay?” Steve asked out of breath, 

“I need you to put me in a cell tonight” Bucky said calmly, it wasn’t a request Steve wanted to hear, 

“What’s going on? Do I need to call Shuri?” 

“She’s got the bear” Bucky said quietly, 

“The bear?” Steve asked in a dumbfounded way, he knew it was the middle of the night but his brain was desperately trying to keep up with Bucky’s train of thought

“When we were together we went to this bear shop, where you could design your own and she made a Bucky Bear” He said, tears daring to fall from his eyes “She  paid extra for her bear to have a matching arm to mine” His metal fingers flexed, “I always said that as long as she had the bear I’d be with her” His voice broke on the last syllable 

“Buck” 

“I need you to put me in a cell because otherwise I’m going to go in there and I can’t betray Tony like that” 

“I won’t lock you up” Steve said 

“Then call Tony” Bucky snapped 

“No” Steve said firmly 

“Steve I have very little willpower right now. I can’t stay away from her when she’s hurting like this” Bucky said 

“I don’t think you should” Steve said quietly, “I think she needs you” 

“She hates me” 

“She doesn’t” 

That was all Bucky needed to hear, he was soon outside her door, his knuckles tapping on the soft wood of her door. It creaked open to show Y/N with tear trails down her cheeks. She didn’t dare move when she saw Bucky, almost as though she had forgotten how to. 

“Y/N,” Bucky started but he couldn’t find the words 

“What did you want Bucky?” She asked tiredly rubbing her eyes, 

“I can’t” He took a deep breath “I lied, when I broke up with you. I lied to keep you safe, I was scared I was corrupting you. I wanted to keep you safe and I fucked up. But Y/N, I need to make it better tonight. I need you to let me hold you” he rambled quickly, 

“Bucky” Y/N started 

“I promise I will talk to you properly in the morning, you can yell or tell me you hate me, but please I can’t loose you. I won’t loose you. I need you to want to live, and I swear I will prove to you ever single day that life is worth it. Just please Y/N, if you can’t live for you, then live for me?” Bucky said he fell onto his knees begging Y/N, 

“Get up Buck” she said softly 

“Y/N” He started 

“I’ve always slept better with you in the room” she admitted. 

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if you met Dean, Cas, & Sam (or anyone from SPN I guess?) what would you say/do? You get 24 hrs in their universe—or less if you fear for your life! 😅🐸😊

I've truly never thought of myself in a "what if I was in-universe" kind of way, it's just not my style of media consumption, but it's a very interesting question!

HMMM. Assuming I can somehow get around to the characters I want to talk to and I could talk to them in the different eras of the show (let's say I can skip around in time, but I still have the cumulative 24 hour limit) AND that they would put up with me given by all rights I'm just a rando:

(putting the lil break here because I wrote TOO much and idk, spoilers for random stuff in the show?)

Later Era: I'd start by hanging out with Sam. I'd ask him to show me his favorite books in the Bunker's library, give me a tour of the things he finds neat in the storerooms. I'd just drink coffee and sit with him while pouring over the weird occult books and shit. I'd leave him be when he wants to go on his morning jog because I'm not going to drag him down to my snail pace.

Early Era (post Dean in Hell): I'd go get breakfast with Dean at his favorite diner. I'd talk to him about Star Trek and listen to him talk about fun cases he'd worked before the world went to shit. Somehow, someway, I'd mention that being Bisexual is Fine Actually and hmm the Angel seems to Really Really like you and he's handsome and- you know. I'd pay for the food so he doesn't have to worry about money and get him a whole Apple Pie to take back to the motel for later. Afterwards I'd ask him to show me all the shit in the trunk of the Impala and what all the little charms and things do. Lemme shoot the salt shotgun, please.

Later Era: I'd spend midday talking to Castiel about how he sees the world. I want to know how his perspective has changed over the years, especially after becoming human for a bit and then back to Angel. I'd want to know as much as I could about How Things Work. Cas, please explain Quantum Physics. Then I'd have him take me to his favorite place on Earth and just sit quietly next to him looking out at it all for a few hours. (I Know your favorite place on Earth is next to Dean you foolish angel, I meant to take me to your favorite location.) We can get a slurpee at the Gas n Sip before I head out.

Early Era: I'd go hang out in Bobby's house late afternoon and just let him grumble at me about whatever. I'd spend a few hours following him around and nodding while, in his own gruff way, he gushes about his idiot sons. (Yes, shots fired at John Winchester.) I'd like to have a beer with him while he begrudgingly lets me poke around the house looking at old photos. I'd leave him be when it starts to get dark.

Any Era: If I can wrap up the night by being involved in some kind of case, that would be sick. I'd love going to a graveyard and digging up a body to salt and burn it. I promise I'm not that deranged IRL, but if I'm in the universe and malevolent spirits are real, I'd have no problem helping to deal with it. (Cemeteries/the deceased don't bother me much. Fun fact, I've considered becoming a mortician. Still may go back to school for it one day!) I'd say I want to be on a case that involves Crowley in some way, just because I want to listen to him talk, but he'd probably scare the shit out of me if I actually had to interact with him lmfao.

When my time is up I'd like to poof out of existence in an eerie way that unsettles the boys. Give them something they have to research later about whether I was a ghost or a time traveler or some kind of cryptid.

Anyway, I wrote way more about this than I planned but! I liked this question. Thank you for it 💚 🐸

[hellodarling1357]

Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts? (Cassian x Reader) - Part 3

Hello hello!!! Part 3 is finalllyyyyy here, I’m so sorry for the wait. It’s a bit of a filler chapter but the next part should (hopefully) be up soon.

Here’s a link to part 1 and part 2 ✨

Enjoy and let me know what you think 🥰

Word Count: 2.3k

Your feet stumbled as you came to an abrupt halt, unable to tear your eyes away from the pair walking along the other side of the river.

The male you had let yourself believe you had a chance with, and the female, Evalina, who was clearly his perfect match.

Cassian and Evalina had been together almost two decades ago before their relationship was ripped to shreds by such a monumental fight that no one had dared asked Cassian what had caused it.

Although you had been concerned for Cassian during the fallout, you couldn’t help the guilt-ridden joy that coursed through you at the thought of Evalina no longer being around.

It seems, however, you were wrong.

Embarrassment washed over you as you realised this is what Cassian would’ve wanted to talk to you about this morning; he was drunk and didn’t know what he was saying and, oh, by the way, Evalina is back in the picture.

“Y/N?”

Mor pulled you from your thoughts, her eyes tracking over to see what had you stopping, causing her to let out a sigh as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder and forced you to keep moving.

“Come on. Let’s skip dinner and get you nice and drunk.”

You wouldn’t argue with that.

*****

“Hello ladies, welcome, welcome,” A handsome fae male greeted as you stepped inside the cozy wine bar. “How can I help you today? Table for two?”

You let Mor answer and guide you to your seat, too caught up in self pity to say anything to the male.

“Now,” He said with a clap of his hands and a dazzling smile. “My name is Bryn, owner of this establishment and your server for today. We are fairly new here and are missing a few shipments so our drinks list is somewhat limited, but I’ll do my best. What were you both after?”

Mor shot you a glance but you were preoccupied with looking out the window, torturing yourself by trying to catch a glance of where Cassian and Evalina might have gone.

“Just a bottle of wine please,” Another glance in your direction had Mor adding, “And two shots of vodka”

With a chuckle, Bryn took your menus and promised to be right back with your drinks.

“So,” You glanced back at Mor as she spoke, knowing your face was the picture of misery but unable to bring yourself to care. “Are you finally going to admit to me that you’re head over heels in love with Cassian, or do I have to keep pretending not to notice?”

You let out a groan and placed your head on the table.

A soft “ahem” caused you to jump up, cheeks flushing, as you realised Bryn had just arrived with two shot glasses.

You gave him a sheepish look and muttered a quick “thanks”, kicking Mor under the table as she laughed at you and your clearly broken heart.

Downing the shot, you glared back at Mor before reaching across the table and downing her shot as well.

“Hey!” Mor grumbled as you slammed the glass down.

Before you could respond, Bryn appeared again, bottle of clear liquid in hand.

“Looks like you might need this,” he said as he filled up both glasses again. “It’s on the house.”

Mor quickly grabbed her glass back before you could finish both of them off again.

With a sigh you pushed your now-empty shot glass towards the middle of the table.

“Is it really that obvious?”

“Yes.”

“Does Cassian know?” If he knew it would make the whole mess of a situation so much worse.

“I don’t know, Y/N. But I’m not sure if—“

You were hardly listening to what she was saying as you replayed the past 24 hours and the emotional roller coaster you had endured.

“I feel so stupid,” Mor stared back at you in silence, giving you a small smile that encouraged you to continue. “Last night, once we got back, we were just arguing back and forth, just about dumb things, and then he said…he was drunk, really drunk, but he said he loved me.”

Two wine glasses were placed in front of you and you graciously took a sip, unable to bring yourself to meet Mor’s eye.

“He said he loved me, and…I don’t know, I passed it off as him being drunk and just being him. But then, before he went to bed, he said it again, and the way he looked at me…,” You let out a heavy sigh before taking another sip of wine. “I just feel so stupid for letting myself think, hope, that it was real and that he actually meant it. But then this morning he wanted to talk, and now that Evalina is back in the picture…” You trailed off, still trying to piece your thoughts together.

Mor was silent for a moment as she turned over all you had said. It didn’t make any sense. She had seen you and Cassian together, the way you looked at one another, the joking and back-and-forth banter, the way both of your feelings were obvious to everyone except yourselves. But maybe she had been wrong…

“It might not be what you think it is,” Mor finally said. “Maybe just give yourself a couple of days, get some distance from him so you can sort out your own thoughts. Then we’ll work it out.”

Giving her a small smile, you nodded in response before changing the topic.

“Enough about me,” A sly smile spread across your face. “Will your friend from last night be joining us at Starfall this year?”

*****

You didn’t need to try too hard at avoiding Cassian over the next few days. Despite the upcoming celebrations, your workload remained never ending, allowing you only fleeting greetings as you crossed paths with one another.

As luck would have it, the week before Starfall, Rhys sent Cassian to Illyria to look into some rumoured wing clippings that had started springing up across some of the smaller camps. Although you missed him and worried about your friend whilst he was away, you found a sense of relief filling you as you were no longer having to hide away to avoid him.

You knew you would have to talk it out eventually, but for now you let yourself ignore the emotional turmoil and instead focused on the upcoming Starfall celebrations.

*****

You were just adding the finishing touches to your makeup when there was a knock on your door, followed by Mor letting herself in, not waiting for you to answer.

“Hello to you too.” You smiled at your friend in the mirror as you swiped some blush over your other cheek.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” She greeted as she passed you a generously filled glass of wine before setting herself down in one of the armchairs.

“Says you, you look absolutely stunning.” Mor just brushed off your compliment with a wave of her hand.

“Well go on, let’s see the dress. Everyone will be arriving soon.”

Taking a sip of wine, you walked over to your changing room, haphazardly throwing your silk robe onto the floor as you donned your Starfall dress.

Despite yourself, and the whirlwind the past two weeks had been, you couldn’t help but look forward to tonight. The distance from Cassian had helped you sort through your racing thoughts and allowed you to compose yourself enough to act as though nothing had changed.

Cassian had been delayed at one of the war camps and, according to Mor, had only returned to Velaris a few hours ago. Having been locked away with Rhys upon his return to go over his reports, and then with you spending the better part of the day bathing and getting yourself ready, you were yet to actually see him.

With a sigh you brushed out the skirt of your dress before grabbing your shoes and heading back out to the main part of your bedroom where Mor was waiting.

“I told you it was the perfect dress.” Mor squealed excitedly at the sight of you.

Grinning back at her, you quickly slid into your shoes before doing a final check over. You could feel your nerves start to flutter at the thought of seeing Cassian again, most likely with Evalina by his side if the other night was anything to go off.

With a final deep breath, you picked up your wine glass and turned to Mor.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

*****

The echo of music and excited chatter flowed down the hallway as the two of you headed towards the crowd. A quick glance around the room told you Cassian was yet to join and you felt your tension somewhat ebbing away as you and Mor headed over to where Rhys, Azriel, and Amren stood.

You lost yourself in the music and just being able to enjoy the night with your friends, your worries from earlier were long gone, the multiple drinks you had consumed definitely playing a helpful factor.

Noticing everyone’s glasses were getting low, you excused yourself and headed towards the bar to get the next round.

Patiently waiting for a tray of five glasses, you leant against the wall and watched the party before you in a contented silence. You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit you were also keeping an eye out for a certain red-siphoned Illyrian who you had yet to spot.

“Well you’re definitely looking better compared to the last time I saw you.”

You startled at the fae male who suddenly appeared by your side.

“Hi…” You trailed off, giving him an apologetic smile. He definitely looked familiar but you couldn’t place where you had met.

“Bryn.” He laughed. “You and your friend visited my bar the other week. Though I don’t blame you for not remembering me, seemed like you had quite a bit on your mind.” He finished with a wink at your clearly embarrassed expression as you thought back to your sorry state that night.

“Bryn, of course. How are you? How’s business?”

Shooting you another grin, he excitedly said, “Oh, it’s really great. Been pretty busy so that’s keeping me busy, but I do love it. We have a similar establishment in the Dawn Court but my partner is originally from here so we decided it was time to move back. Actually…would you excuse me? I believe one of the guests over there dabbles in the selling of fine wines…”

You blinked in response to his faced paced chatter and his sudden retreating figure, shaking your head a bit with a chuckle at what felt like the conversation equivalent of whiplash.

“Miss…” A voice called out, “Your drinks.”

Turning back to the bar, you hurried over for the tray, offering a gracious smile before heading into the throng of people to where your friends stood.

“Well you took your time, did someone catch your eye?” You rolled your eyes at Mor’s teasing as the others chuckled and thanked you for the drinks.

“Actually,” you started, giving Mor a dismissive look when she excitedly perked up. “Bryn, the owner of that new bar we went to the other week, is here, he was just telling me how it was all going. Here, someone hold this, I’m just going to take the tray back.”

You handed your glass off to Azriel before weaving your way back towards the bar. You waved at Bryn as you passed, who was now animatedly talking to who you assumed was the wine seller.

Movement behind you and the sudden call of your name had you looking around, your heart dropping as you were suddenly stood in front of Cassian and Evalina.

You gaped for a moment before quickly collecting yourself and plastering on a smile.

“Hi,” You greeted, hoping your voice didn’t sound as shaky as you felt. “You’re back.”

Cassian gave you a soft smile, opening his mouth to say something but Evalina cut in.

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you. Cauldron, it’s been too long, hasn’t it?” You stiffened as she locked her arm around Cassian’s, a smirk gracing her features. “Can you believe that I’ve finally found my mate?”

And there it was.

You felt the blood rush to your head, the surrounding sounds of the party becoming a distant murmur as your body tensed and eyes went wide.

Her mate. Cassian was her mate, and she was his, and…

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Cassian’s concerned voice had everything rushing back into focus.

You blinked up at him, cursing yourself for the burning sensation as tears welled in your eyes.

You didn’t know what to say, you should be happy for him, for them. But you couldn’t muster the energy to pretend anymore, not as you felt your heart break into a million little pieces.

Ignoring Cassian’s question and the bewilderment on Evalina’s face, you turned on the spot and walked away.

*****

Sorry… 👀

[fandom-lover2]

Wayward Adjacent

A/N at end

Chapter Nine - So This Is Home

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Chapter Eight - Can We Go Now

I awoke to the smell of bacon and black coffee.

My stomach clenched, then growled.

I hadn’t eaten much since seeing their bodies in the tomb.

I’d tried, but then I remembered the spilled guts and my stomach had rolled, and I ended up throwing up the small bit of tortilla I had started eating.

I hadn’t tried to eat anything since then and it had been about 24 hours.

But the thought of food again made the queasiness returning, stronger than the hunger.

It would be a good excuse to let me hide out in my room. It’d help delay the conversations to come.

My new training schedule. The grueling hours I would be forced into spending hours with old books and with my knuckles bloodied.

At least when we’d been keeping the pretense of a normal life I had school to escape it, and going back home to Kate. Now, living with him, nothing could stop Bobby from drill sergeant-ing my days and nights.

And I was all alone.

I mean, I had the boys, but I’d only known them three days at this point. And with the apparent end of the world at stake, they’d either not give a shit what happened to me or drag me into this whole mess with them.

Maybe I could run away? I still had my mom’s sister I could try get to. Play nice and let them drop their guards, then bolt into the night.

If I was good at anything, it was playing along until I could make a break. I just needed to buy my time, play the field. Be nice, and friendly, and pretend to wanna get in with the cool kid’s club, then I could use the freedom as an advantage.

Dragging myself from bed, I padded down the hall and then tiptoed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

The clock on the wall showed it was almost 10am and Bobby hardly turned to look at me as he continued to flip some bacon.

“Mornin’. Ya get any sleep?”

“Couple hours.”

He nodded, moving to put some bread into the toaster. “Good. Your brothers will probably be out for a while. Sam is still recoverin’ and Dean was up late filling me in.” He paused, then turned to look at me with a sad frown, his eyes sympathetic and understanding. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

I should have felt more. More grief, more rage, more sadness. But it was as if I’d skipped right through to acceptance. It felt odd, knowing they were gone, but I didn’t feel like I was missing their presence. Maybe it would come eventually, when I least expected it. I’d hear a joke and want to tell Adam, and then remember he was gone. Or maybe it’d be the next time I saw a lily, Kate’s favorite flower, and felt my chest shatter as I remembered her disemboweled corpse.

“Thanks.” I mumbled, moving into the kitchen and taking a glass before filling it from the sink.

I felt dizzy from hunger and dehydration. I probably looked just as messed up, lack of sleep and pajamas meaning I looked a fucking mess in my ruffled clothes and frizzy hair.

Leaning against the sink and just out of his way, I downed the glass and refilled it, taking my time to sip from it the second time around.

The silence that settled after, other than the heavenly sizzling of bacon, was heavy and awkward. Boddy glanced at me, and I sort of returned the look. I knew he was letting me be the one to decide how the conversation started, if it started.

“So, Dean mentioned that John would leave him and Sam with you when he was on cases. You a hunter too, I assume?”

He fit the bill, had the look. Gruff, hardened by all the monsters and crap of this world, and living on less than an hour’s sleep and ungodly amounts of coffee and alcohol alone.

“Yep.” The old man turned to flip the bacon again.

Silence again.

I moved to sit at the small kitchen table, watching him. “Born into it?”

“My wife was possessed by a demon. Had to kill her. Was in the life after that.”

He stated it so plainly, like one would describe the weather last week.

Were all hunters so nonchalant about their killings? After so many horrific sights and numerous monsters slain, did it all just become the norm? Would I become so insensitive to death?

Still, even if it was said nonchalantly, it still held a heavy tale.  

“I’m so sor-”

“Oh hush.” he cut me off, turning off the burner and transferring the bacon to a plate, the toaster popping a second later. “No one is in this life because of happy circumstances.”

“I’m gathering that.” I watched as he grabbed two plates and set them down on the table I was sat at before bringing over the toast and bacon and some scrambled eggs he had obviously made before I’d gotten down.

He handed me a fork and gestured for me to begin dishing up for myself.

I smelled the food and my stomach ached but as I went to open my mouth, imagining taking a bite, I saw blood and organs and things that should stay inside the body lying outside the body and I physically recoiled from the food, dry heaving as I stood and rushed to the front door.

Throwing it open, I gulped the fresh, un-bacon scented air, begging my stomach to settle, to stop rolling.

Bobby followed after me, hand rubbing up and down my back as I hunched over. “Easy, Kiddo, easy. Deep breaths.”

I did as he said, breathing steadily and trying to think of anything else to think about. Cake, fries, fields with puppies, purples elephants.

My stomach settled, slightly, and I felt my body relax just a smidge. I straightened up, testing how it felt to stand and when I could, I turned to Bobby who still had his hand on my shoulder.

“You ok?”

“I saw my brother and stepmother disemboweled. How do you think I’m doing?”

To his credit, he didn’t wince. In fact, he gave me a ‘who hasn’t’ brow raise. “Well, you need to get over it and eat.” And then he was heading back inside.

I wanted to say something sarcastic back, or at least something remotely witty, but I was beginning to see I wouldn’t win in a fight of words with him. So I followed him back to the kitchen and sat down.

He tossed a piece of toast onto my plate. “In this life, we see things worse than nightmares, but we have to leave that behind. If we let everythin’ we see affect everyday life, we’ll stop livin’.”

“So a bacon cheeseburger is worth more than properly grieving and therapy?”

“Hell yeah it is.” He added a heaped spoon of eggs onto my plate. “Eat.”

Dean had brought me here for a reason, and not just because this was a convenient place to dump me while I learned from the best of the best. Bobbby was supposed to do something to me, heal me, help me. Yes, he’d beat me down, but he’d also help me through whatever trauma I was still yet to encounter along the way.

Whether that advice was raging alcoholism, I’d have to wait and see.

I cut a piece of the toast and added some egg to my fork. Deep breaths, nice and slow. Think of something else.

The food touched my tongue and my stomach shivered, but the first bite would always be the hardest. Just get it done!

I chewed, barely, and shallowed thickly. And it actually stayed down. So did the next bite, and the next.

Halfway through the meal, he spoke up. “On Monday we’ll head down to the high school and get you enrolled.”

I almost dropped my fork. “School?” It was a stupid thing to say, but in that moment I was in too much shock to think of anything else.

“You think some grief is gonna get you outta school?” Bobby fired back.

I opened my mouth, but no fighting words filled it. Grief was a perfectly acceptable reason to not finish high school. Not like it was teaching me anything about the real world anyway.

And wasn’t the end nigh? Why waste time in school when I could be enjoying life?

“How I’m gonna go to school and learn to be a hunter?”

“Dean said you don’t wanna be a hunter.”

I opened my mouth, but once again no words came. I had said that, but I hadn’t expected it to happen.

Bobby looked up from his plate, lifting a brow.

“I don’t.” I agreed.

The old hunter shrugging, returning to his breakfast. “Then you won’t.”

I didn’t believe him. “That easy?” I scoffed, my jaw tightening.

“That easy.”

How? How could it be so fucking easy for him to say? John had nearly killed me when I’d said I didn’t want to be in this life. Now, Dean and Sam and Bobby where letting me step away just like that?

Rage snapped through me, and it’s a hell of a lot easier to be angry at someone else than hate yourself.

“How could it be that easy? There’s so few of us working this life. Shouldn’t it be all hands on deck to get every able body caught up in this shit show?”

Bobby just glanced at me, taking my little tantrum as though I was a toddler stomping her foot.

“You should be shoving lore books at me, drilling Latin into me, have me repeating loading guns over and over till my fingers bleed.”

“You don’t want that.” was his easy answer.

I watched him, waiting for the crack, the joke, the reveal that he was bullshitting me.

It couldn’t be this easy. All I had gone through, it couldn’t end just like this. It couldn’t be as easy as one word for them to let me step away.

Hell, Sam had said it himself. You can’t have a normal life after you’ve dipped your toes in. I was in and needed a hell of a lot more training to be in this life completely. Why wasn’t I getting that?

Why had John treated me like shit when it was so easy to not?

I sat there so long Bobby finished his breakfast and moved to drop his plate into the sink.

“I’m gonna head out to take a look at Dean’s car. She could use a good and proper once over. Do those dishes when you’re done.”

That knocked me out of my scowling, and I looked at him with a frown. “You don’t have a dishwasher?”

“’Course I do. I’m lookin’ right at her.” And then he turned and headed out the kitchen door.

Asshole.

The normalcy of his response, the perfect timing, it forced a laugh from me, which then turned into chuckling, which then evolved further into full belly laughter.

This wasn’t some lie, some test. It really was ok for me to settle down, to take a deep breath, to relax my shoulders. I was going to be ok here.

“Do we need to call the loony bin?” Dean asked, coming into the kitchen and frowning at me.

“We should all be in the loony bin.” I replied, digging into my breakfast again.

Dean sat opposite me and began to heap his plate. I had thought Bobby was insane to have made so much food, but seeing how much Dean was piling onto his plate, I was beginning to see the old guy knew these boys better than I thought.

We didn’t talk, we didn’t need to. Everything that needed to be said, Bobby had already said it.

And, though he thought he was a tough ass, his eyes showed Dean was grieving in his own way.

I had finished and Dean was beginning on plate number two when Sam made it to the kitchen, looking worse than I did.

I happily stood to give him my seat, adding my plate to the sink.

I looked out the kitchen window, to the overcast day. I actually had no idea where I was, not even which State. I should probably figure that out soon, if I was going to go to school here.

I glanced over my shoulder back to my brothers and found them having an intense silent conversation. “I’m gonna take a walk.”

The relief on both their faces told me all I needed to know. It was gonna be a long walk.

“Be careful.” “Don’t go far.” they both warned at the same time.

I rolled my eyes at them, heading to the front door but then spun just at the doorway. “Oh, uhh, Bobby said you had to do the dishes.”

“Why?” Dean questioned around a mouthful of eggs.

I shrugged. “Dunno. But do you wanna question him?”

I’d left my shoes and the boy’s jackets upstairs, so I slipped on a pair of Bobby’s boots and a jacket from the hooks by the door and headed out into the cool midday air.

It was chilly, very chilly, so we were definitely still up north.

I began to wonder around the property.

I lived on a junk yard.

A real, shells of cars and pieces of metal everywhere, junk yard.

It made a good cover and definitely bought Bobby privacy to do what we did, but I was gonna get tetanus and rabies walking around here.

I should probably get the shots before anything actually happened.

It was cool though, cars stacked on top of one another making the still childish part of me want to climb them and declare herself queen of the world.

I swung around the left side of the yard, following the fence line and rounding back towards to the barn.

When I got there, Bobby was arms deep into Dean’s car, it’s hood up and him looking at something.

“Do me a favor and get in and rev her.” Bobby spoke, not even looking at me. How did he know I was there without looking up at all? I’d come up behind him. Didn’t people loose hearing as they got older?

But I followed his instruction, getting into the driver’s seat and looking down at the pedals. “Which one’s the gas?”

It was silent, and I looked up from my feet and through the windshield to Bobby looking at me around the raised hood with a ‘you fucking kidding me’ stare.

“I don’t know how to drive a car!” I defended, raising my hands to wrap around the steering wheel. “I’m fifteen!”

“This afternoon, driving lesson. Right one.” he dropped his head back into the engine and waited.

I positioned my foot and gently applied some pressure, and then some more when he gestured for me to keep going.

Then he told me to stop and I did, and a he put his hands in to begin adjusting something. Then he had me rev it again.

We did this for a good while, me throwing questions his way and him answering as he worked.

We were in Sioux Falls, South Dakoda. He was an only child, both parents dead. No biological children, though he hinted at viewing Sam and Dean as his sons.

Finally, whatever issue he had found was resolved and he closed the hood, me slipping from the front bench as Dean approached us.

“Go get ready. You’re gonna drive into town so we can get you some clothes.” Bobby addressed me.

Drive? Drive. I was gonna kill someone or crash into something. But the hard glance he aimed me told me he wasn’t taking anything but a ‘yes sir’ as an answer so I nodded.

“Dishes are done.” Dean threw in, acting like he wasn’t at all hinting for praise.

I froze.

“I told you to do the dishes.” Bobby answered so easily. Couldn’t he have my back?

“What?”

“What?” I parroted, turning to Dean.

He was in disbelief, but then a frown appeared as the information sunk in.

I smiled sheepishly, punching his arm lightly. “Thanks Big Bro.”

He didn’t smile back, his glare deepening. Behind me, Sam had heard the conversation and was already laughing so hard he was wobbling as he approached.

And then, Dean’s frown went predatory and I knew I was fucked.

“Crap.”

I spun and bolted, sprinting as my eldest brother gave chase.

“Come here you little shit!” he hollered.

Tags: @stariou@amaris444@iloveeveryoneyoureamazing@youdontknowe

A/N: Thank you so so much to everyone who has been reading this story and all the lovely comments. This is the end of the series, but not the end of the story. There are still so many storylines I want to do and those will come in the for of one shots and shorter series but this is it for Wayward Adjacent.

Again, thank you so much for all the support and carry on! I'll see you for the next adventure

[hellcheeranniversaryweek]

Hi everyone!

The Hellcheer #HellcheerQuest only has 3 sign-ups so far... which won't make for a very fun round robin style collaborative story!

Hopefully, this post will answer some questions.

How does the collab writing process work? As the "DM", I'll tag in the first person who will follow the last sentence in the story open (which is posted May 1st).

They write their sentence -- or sentences, or even a paragraph! -- and then when they're done, they tag the next person. A list of all those who are participating will be included on the opening post of the event.

How often am I participating? You post ONCE per day, at minimum. However, if you tag person B, they can still write their sentence(s)/paragraph(s) on the same day you did. That's the round robin aspect! The minimum is one post per 24 hour period to keep the story going.

If every single person participating writes their addition within a 24 hour period, WOW! Then we start at the beginning of the list again.

This is what it will look like (example):

Person A writes their content on May 1. They tag Person B;

Person B writes their content on May 1. They tag Person C;

Person C sees the Tumblr notification and writes their content on May 2. They tag Person D;

Person D see the Tumblr notification on May 3, writes their content and then tags... so forth.

What if I can't participate on a particular day(s)? Can I skip my turn? Absolutely! Just let me (@twice-the-t) know. I'll manually make sure that the next person in the queue is tagged in, instead.

How many people do you need to have this event work? I'd love for LOADS of people to join, but I know people are busy. Thank you to the 3 who have signed up!

However, for this event to work, we need at least 5 people to participate... and if those 5 people write 1 sentence each day for the month of May, that's only 30 lines of story... which makes this a short story event instead :)

Have any other questions? Email us at hellcheeranniversaryweek@gmail.com, send me a message in my inbox (@twice-the-t), or sign up for the event!

Come join the Quest! Help save Hawkins!

[jazeswhbhaven]

Funny that Ch 7 finally came out just when I was going to leave WHB aside. I mean I still did because now it's just a game that I don't touch until it updates with something worth reading. Anyway back to my overthinking nonsense and I'm running on 3 hours of sleep so here we go!

Someone on twitter pointed something out of the fact Foras seems to not mind at all about MC taking every demon dick possible, but yet he gets pissed of the idea that MC has a baby with their childhood friend. Listen, Foras is my favorite, but it all goes back to PB's questionable choices in writing. I can overlook the whole being a peeping tom while invisible but I do wonder why they gave a voyeur philia to an Envy-based devil and be so inconsistent with it. I mean I guess it gives writers Yandere opportunities but I'm not a fan of that genre. I love the Foras content, what I don't love that he's madly in love with a terrible MC. Do better my guy, there's a ton of people out there who would love you better than that default MC, who won't love you at all because they're taking multiple dicks in less than 24 hours.

Speaking of bad PB writing, it seems like the general consensus is Levi needs to be kicked down several flights of stairs and as someone who initially picked him and liked him, I REALLY agree because....seriously what the hell did I read? I hate that I focus on the negative stuff but honestly where did the development of Ch.6 go? Just when it felt okay, that trainwreck of dealing with Levi getting plot armor and MC being a wet blanket again. IDK if I'm being choked I'd fight my way out or something, or panic. Not my last thoughts being Levi has a bad past and then cry about that, and god why did they have to write in the "WAAAAHHHHH" parts? Like no one's written that way since early 2000s, at least for me. Like I would like to say MC has gained some backbone but I really don't see it. They're just existing to be every demon's sex toy.

I skipped the H scenes actually, mainly because I just don't have interest in them. But I know MC is loathing Barbatos for the poison thing which is the ONLY thing that's consistent here. But like, PB does that to Barbatos, but Levi has gotten how many passes from trying to kill MC? Foras even got slapped for protecting MC. wtf is this inconsistency? Seriously I'm revoking WHB rights from PB and giving it to someone else. Just anyone who can actually make this game good in writing, gameplay, and features. delete the MC please. Delete Levi too, or at least delete the entirety of that scene because man I cannot right now.

And the PG 13 WHB game? Seriously what the hell is going on here? You spend resources to make a rated 13 game that is actually WORSE than your existing one instead of focusing on improving the existing one?

thank god for this community existing to keep everyone fed.

-💭

And another inbox thought from 💭 anon (this isn't a bad thing I like reading them)

First and foremost like to point out what you said about speaking in negativity, which I mean...you're pointing out something you'd like to see done better and I think that warrants a valid viewpoint. Anything other than "I just don't like PB or this game, fuck it all" (this is fine to admit too but at some point saying it more than once or twice means you probably should just not play or pay attention to the fandom lol)

I do wish PB would remember their own details for characters between making the side stories actually coexist and be canon with one another but in the main story suddenly MC just forgets everything that they learned in the side stories? I need a better what happened in what time frame because piecing it together myself just has me wondering if I'm even correct.

Now speaking on Foras??? I believe they may have wrote that weird instance of immense jealously because while he knows he can compete with everyone else other than Levi, he can't compare to a human child created by another 'human' (because I'm second guessing if Minhyeok is actually human now). But that's my wishful thinking of why they had Foras act like that.

And usually I'd talk about MC, but I am exhausted about talking about them. Everyone here knows how I feel about them at this point to where it's embarrassing lol It's the same with the pg13 version. I've seen a few opinions formed about it, and I'm like yeah what a waste of time and money on their part. And that Levi scene? Yeah I've spoke on that too, 💀

As far as stepping away from the game until there's something worth signing in for, I'm hoping there's some hope for old players to come back because something cool did happen! With the updated designs, and new bloodshed cards, I'm hoping they've got something good coming up!

[sunnydalelibrarian]

Buffy Rewatch: Season 2: Episodes 1-4

2x01: "When She Was Bad"

"Use the Force, Luke" "Do I even have to dignify that with a guess?"

Willow and Xander being too fucking cute! Can you imagine how different things would've been if they hadn't been interrupted here? Talk about a badass entrance though! My girl is back!

And my baby is traumatised 🥺

Giles is one Snyder-talk away from snapping, poor man

"Every time a pretty girl walks by, every boy turns into a gibbering fool" cue Jenny walking in and Giles being utterly speechless and immediately ditching Snyder (who continues to talk to himself!) 😂 The way Giles fully forgets Snyder even exists in that moment has me in stitches

His look of "not now, children!" But also how happy he is to see Buffy though 🥺

The way Willow and Xander were betting on how long it would take Giles to consult his books and Jenny actively trying not to laugh at them 😂

Oh Buffy sure is working through some stuff!

Okay but did the Anointed One have someone run to the store to buy him an edgy black turtleneck over the summer? What happened to the kid clothes?

I love Cordelia so much, even she's a bit concerned about Buffy when she's being mean

Oh Xander! Somebody skelp him upside the head

Buffy, baby, I know you're hurting but let's not take it out on everyone you know. You're just playing with everyone's feelings here. Look at Willow's heartbroken little face!

The fact that Cordelia's the one to call her out though! Like, Cordy knows she's a bitch but she also knows that Buffy doesn't act like that so she has no qualms about calling her on it

"Willow, I think we're all a little too old to be spelling things out" *Xander immediately gets it wrong* 😂

Sorry but can we address how lonely Cordelia and Jenny's lives must be at this point in time that they can be missing for a whole 24 hours before anyone notices?

Oh Buffy my baby 🥺 that's it, take it all out on the skeleton

Not Cordelia trauma-bonding with Jenny over being kidnapped by vampires! Cordelia complaining about the stains left on her clothes by all that horrific stuff meanwhile Jenny's expression just screams "fucking hell girl, priorities!"

The look on Buffy's face looking at Xander and Willow and she knows she's home

2x02: "Some Assembly Required"

Oh Angel and Buffy are so awkward, dude she's 16 what's your excuse?

Wait, so Xander's a kid but Buffy, who is the same age as him, is totally fine to date? Dude... 😬

Finding the girl's shoe in the dirt is a really creepy shot

Giles overthinking how to ask Jenny on a date 😂 Again, why is he such a mood? How flustered he is!!

"Well, thank you, Cyrano!"

Giles: "Graverobbing? Well, that's new. Interesting." Buffy: "I know you meant to say gross and disturbing." Giles: "Yes, yes of course. Terrible thing. Must put a stop to it. Damn it."

Cordelia: "Hello, can we deal with my pain please?" Giles: (perfunctory, half-hearted)."There, there."

Again, Angel, why are you being fucking creepy?

Oh but Chris' home life is so sad. His mom barely even registers he exists anymore.

Buffy, honey, props for trying but Giles is beyond help 😂 Look at him, he's so flustered! Honestly, credit to Jenny for deciding now is the time to take pity on him rather than mess with him. She really said "fuck it, if I wait for him to make a move, I'll be here all day!"

Oh bless him he's so pleased! His little skip 😭

I love how this episode is basically just the plot of Frankenstein in a high school

All jokes aside, horrible things really do just keep happening to Cordelia, she has the worst luck in the world

Okay but Jenny's date outfit is so cute, I'd totally wear that

Not Xander and Willow crashing their date!

Damn, that makes two episodes in a row Cordelia's been kidnapped. My girl really cannot catch a break.

Dammit Xander! 🙄

2x03: "School Hard"

I will never stop hating Snyder. He was such a dick to a bunch of teenagers for absolutely no reason

Oh, Willow's braids are so cute! "I'm a rebel" said so innocently, I love my girl

Spike Spike Spike!!! That is still the most badass entrance/character introduction of all time! They really wanted to drive home the "this guy is trouble!" theme, huh? I love how vampires have no breath but that's not gonna stop Spike smoking!

"If every vampire who said he was at the crucifixion was actually there, it would've been like Woodstock"

The way he immediately switches out of vamp mode when Dru walks in. He gives her his jacket as soon as she says she's cold. I love how soft he is with her 🥺 My favourite trope is "big bad dude is a total simp for his girlfriend"

I know Joyce has no idea what's going on but Buffy's trying her best, give her a break

"Rupert, you have got to read something that was published after 1066." "Very funny." I love how Giles and Jenny are just joined at the hip during the first half of this season

The fact that none of them can stand Snyder! Students and staff, everyone hates this mf

Not Giles and Jenny's immediate exit stage left 😂

"Once [Spike] starts something, he won't stop until everything in his path is dead." Gee, Angel, wonder who he learned that from?

Did Spike actually cart Dru's dolls all the way from Prague? I love them so much. She's talking absolute nonsense, off in her own weird world, and he's just like you're quite right, darling, now how about you eat something?

Giles taking a break from the explaining to point Willow's crossbow away from their faces, and her little smile 😂

I love that Cordelia's there helping, she's just one of them now

Has Jenny just been in the library this entire time? Babe, don't you have, like, the teacher part of parent-teacher night to be doing?

Ooh, Willow coming in clutch with the brass bust, that's my girl!

🎶 someone's in the ceiling 🎵

I love how Joyce is having none of Snyder and his shit, Buffy is so her mother's daughter

"People still fall for that Anne Rice routine?" Oh I do love Spike

"You were my Yoda" Spike is a Star Wars fan confirmed!

The confirmation that Snyder knows exactly what's up in this town and he's still an asshole

"I will understand if you decide to start avoiding me" - sad foreshadowing aside, Giles' little smile after Jenny takes his arm anyway is so cute

Oh poor Willow and Cordelia still stuck in the closet!

Spike kills the Anointed One and Dru's just looking at him like "hell yeah that's my man!"

Episode 4: "Inca Mummy Girl"

This one always makes me so sad. She was literally just a girl 🥺

Tbf I would also want to strangle the guy who just smashed a five-hundred year old artifact

"Slaying entails certain sacrifices, blah, blah, bitty blah, I'm so stuffy, give me a scone!" 😂

She was just a girl! She just wanted a normal life and we don't even know her real name

Honestly, good for her. She's only taking back the autonomy that was stolen from her

So she was supposed to be the Slayer, right? That's what we're meant to infer from this?

I don't remember Oz's band being this good?? Damn

[hometoanotheronee]

Okay so there are heaps of these over tumblr but their just not what I’m feelin u know? So I’ve been stalking your profile and I was wondering if you could do an angst to fluff with Chris sturniolo and gf!reader?? You can decide what happens but everyone I find they make it so like their only mad at eachother for like 2 hours or 24 hours. You can decide what happens but I need the reader to be less forgiving and I need the argument to be BADD but then they make up in the end but it takes so long for her to forgive him that even the fans think they’ve broken up. But yeah happy ending but the rest needs to be angst. This is so bad but please I NEED THIS. Thanks bbg 🫶🫶

˚◞♡ ⃗ It's Not Over Yet..

pairing; Toxic!Relationship, Chris x Reader. warnings: Swearing, angst to fluff. wc: 514 a/n: Hi! Of course, and I hope you love this! :) Once again, I added my own twist. First, I did Instagram posts to let you get a feel of the storyline and then the writing starts after!

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I come home from a walk, I walk inside and go into my bedroom. I set my stuff down, and post on Instagram. As I am doing this, I get a message from Chris.

A knock is heard at the door, I abruptly get up and open it. Chris walks inside, we go up to my bedroom and take a seat on the bed. “What’s wrong Chris?” I question. He glares at me, and sighs. “Look, Matt told me you are cheating on me. Is that true?” I roll my eyes, “Of course not Chris! I love you so much, why would I cheat on you?” I assure him, “I am not gonna argue with you about this but, he made it sound like you are.” He mumbled. I look at him in disbelief, “Look Chris, Why would you believe him? I get it, he is your brother.. But I am your girlfriend!” I huffed. He rolls his eyes, “So now you are blaming this on me?” He protested. “Excuse you? I am not blaming this on you. Would you like me too, because oh I will.” I grumbled. “Y’know y/n, not everything is about you. I was asking a simple question.” He scoffs, “So, now you're blaming this on me? You are the one who believes everything your crazy brother says!” I snarl. He slaps my arm, “Ain’t no way you just fucking slapped me!” I yell. He sighs, “Babe, I didn’t mean too.” I slap him, “No! Stop. Get the fuck out of my house. Now.” I snarl. He sighs, getting up and leaving. 

** TIME SKIP ** 

I receive another text from Chris.

Seriously?! What is his issue, thinking I will accept his apology. Like you fucking slapped me, He seriously has balls.

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A knock is heard on the door, I march downstairs and open the door to see Chris holding flowers and a teddy bear. I immediately shut the door in his face, I cannot believe he had the balls to come to my house!? He knocks again, I open it. “What.” I snarl, “Did you get my texts, I am really sorry baby can you just let me talk to you? You don’t have to forgive me.” He sniffs. I sigh, “Come in, make it quick I don’t have all day.” I state. He nods, and we sit down on the couch. “I am so fucking sorry I slapped you, I just wasn’t thinking when I did that. I am also sorry for not believing you, you are such an amazing girlfriend and I feel as though I never appreciate you. Thank you for letting me speak.” He states, “Okay, bye.” I say motioning him to the door. He leaves the teddy and flowers for me and leaves the house.

I grab a card sticking out of the flowers, inside he wrote ‘Even if you don’t forgive me, memories stay forever so here is the bear you got me 2 years ago. Love you - Chri$’ I sigh, looking at the card and beautiful flowers. He even got me my favorite. I think to myself, ‘Am I seriously about to forgive this nasty jerk?’ I pull out my phone, clicking on his contact.

Did I seriously just forgive him? Ugh, what is wrong with me!!

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caption: Y/n posted this on her story and Chris reposted it! War is over they are back together!!

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I'll be writing this in a hurry bc I can't break my yearly tradition (been doing it since 2016 ig? heh). didn't want to let the last day of the year go by on a blank page, we need to write a decent ending to this rather... something-year.

how is everyone doing? is it 25 already for you already? how many hours still left for some of you? as I am writing this, it's still '24 here but I already hear the few fireworks going off in the distance. every end of the year, i wonder if the next 365 days are about to be any better. do you guys think we will finally kick it off and enter a turning point? (the best one yet?) I'd like to think so.

these past few months have been a hassle (personally it was very harsh ngl) but we've managed to survive, didn't we? I remember thinking back in '23 that "next year will be different. we'll finally be okay!!!" - oh well. to each one of you here, let's please not just survive again. let's breathe this time instead, take one step at a time, yeah? we've got time. quite literally so much of it. why rush? why run into things like we are running out of time? nope. it's always just another 365 days ahead after all. phew!

as the honorary older sister to (probably most of) you guys, in case you didn't get to hear it at all: I am so, so proud of you! despite the heaviness of all the personal burdens you've carried on your back (possibly all on your own) this whole time, you are still here, standing like nothing can, nor will break you again. (you're much stronger than you might ever give yourself credit for. big sisters know better, just listen!)

you better not skip your meals, your showers, your end-of-the-year plans, and all that. but you definitely better not skip yourself. don't listen to the wrong words coming from the wrong people. they don't know you. you are not too much, you never were. never will be! don't leave yourself out of the plans, set a plate for YOU at the table too, pour yourself something to drink, cheer you on into the new year. and don't forget to include your own name for once in your priority list, yeah? I want to see you again next year. I need you around to celebrate it again this time, a year from now.

to everyone, whether you're with family or not - with anyone at all, or spending it alone somehow like me, I hope you don't feel too alone tonight. to those who are specifically not in the most festive mindset, and to those who feel out of place, I'm sending you more than just a wish upon the stars to a happy new year right now. I'm holding your hand and walking through it with you just to let you know that we'll be okay. just hold my hand, I'm not leaving you alone until you're good to go again. pinky promise! 🫂🩵

thank you guys for yet another year. even if I'm not the most vocal about it, I truly adore each one of you. I feel like this site has become more than just a few people gathered together to share an interest or two. you guys are like distant friends, long-time besties somehow. I'll see you guys next time (in a couple of hours). happiest new years!

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altair's 2024 wrapped!

— naturally, i got fomo. everyone was tagging me, and those who didn't tag me had such good spreads. as we see 2024 come to a close, i cannot say how happy i am to be done with this shitty year. however, good things did come out of it: i finally allowed myself to be dragged into caratland after casually stanning for the last five years, and i've succumbed to the fact that i write too many words per oneshot. 2025 resolution: get a grip! — thank you to everyone who has supported my writing in this year, though i've only posted a few works on this blog (as well as on @babeyun), but i am eternally grateful for all the friends i've made along the way. here's to 2024, i'm glad you're over soon. 2025, be kind, i beg. — if you've been tagged: you're likely either one of the reader reviews, one of my favorite reads or i'm tagging you so you can do this too! thank you for reading this. — all my love, altair. ♡

— 2024 fic stats:

— total words published: 130k!! — number of fics posted: 5 (trust me, 2025 i will post more!) — number of wips: 13 (like...ones that are actively being written.)

— most popular fics of 2024:

— first place: how to be a latin lover - joshua hong [x fem!reader.]

— posted: 16 september. — notes: 633 — favorite reader reactions: "i skipped a class to read this and I don't regret it one bit" by @aloeshit || ""Ah, ah, ah! We need to speak, Miss Y/N. Turn around." - the tension in this one line.. I GASPED.. i had to close my tabs because of how much this one line got me and it was just the beginning stages.." by @tusswrites || @mingycr's entire reblog, it was my first ever review like that and i cried. — comments from the author: this fic was my debut onto caratblr! i still cannot believe that people liked it, but i put so much effort into this as both a latin spanish speaker and for my namesake.

— second place: araneae - kwon soonyoung [x fem!reader.]

— posted: 3 october. — notes: 543 — favorite reader reactions: "i locked the fuck in for this one an hour later i’m crying" by my dearest @mercif4l || "i also liked the aquarium scene, 'which one are you? the male one' lol" by @flowershu — comments from the author: funnily enough, this fic is one i'm not entirely satisfied with, but i love it endlessly. i love love love writing hoshi, he's such a diverse character and it makes me emotional as fuck sometimes.

— third place: stairway to the stars - lee jihoon [x fem!reader.]

— posted: 23 december. — notes: 514 — favorite reader reactions: @monamipencil's entire reblog, as the drabble was literally for her LOL || "need to grab Jihoon by the neck and shake him like a maraca" by my beloved @gyuswhore — comments from the author: the way i was FIGHTING to keep this under 1.5k was INSANE. i fear that i cut it off right at the highest tension and kept the shitty smut for myself because why are you looking at my man?

— longest fic of 2024:

unforgiven - boo seungkwan [x fem!reader]

— posted: 29 november. — word count: 40,812 words! — favorite reader reactions: the entire reblog by @diamond-reads. i fucking SOBBED reading that review. || "when i lock my husband out of our bedroom to read this in peace at late hours of the night, then what." by @nanareadings (i cackled) — comments from the author: i think this is genuinely one of my favorite things i've ever written. i have never been so proud of a dynamic or pairing, because athena!seungkwan x arachne!reader was definitely my flex. this fic took me two months to write because i was so nervous about making sure the dynamics and power play played out correctly and i'm proud to say that i am so incredibly satisfied with this fic.

— most recent fic of 2024:

between you and me - lee chan [x fem!reader]

—posted: 24 december. — word count: 40,489 words! — favorite reader reactions: "finally a good chan fic i feel so whole today" by @neodanceology (i cried like a fucking baby reading that) || "i'm hitting them with a newspaper and screaming at them to cOMMUNICATE" by @nebulousbookshelf (me freaking too trust me) — comments from the author: god, i loved writing this. it was so deliciously stressful and the first time ever that smut came easily to me. i think that writing such a complex relationship (that is slightly based off my own personal experiences) that boils down to both people just being fucking idiots is absolutely my favorite trope. i can truly say that i love how my mind created this within TWO WEEKS. TWO!! isn't that fucking insane?? i'm appalled.

— favorite reads:

— note from haologram: these are in member order. that being said, i have read and reread each of these fics at least three times. i hold them near and dear to my heart so i will gladly say pleasepleaseplease never delete them or i will cry an ocean and flood your house. thank you! [any fics with a ☆ contain nsfw content, do not engage if you are not 18+, or if the author specifically states such on their blog.] — ex-conomics by @ugh-yoongi [c.seungcheol] — full throttle (p1) (p2) by @diamonddaze01 [y.jeonghan] ☆ — distracted by @eomayas [h. joshua] ☆ — the boy who lives on the moon by @miniseokminnies [w.junhui] — elevatory by @wqnwoos [k. soonyoung] — endpoint by @highvern [j. wonwoo] ☆ — steam (p1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; bonus) by @highvern [j. wonwoo] ☆ — ave, general by @amourcheol [l.jihoon] ☆ — raw by @ourdawnishotterthanourday [l. seokmin] ☆ — when i kissed the teacher by @highvern [k. mingyu] — sit down by @gyuswhore [k. mingyu] ☆ — orbit by @tomodachiii [x. minghao] — perspective by @tomodachiii [x. minghao] — hi (i love you) by @wheeboo [x. minghao] — office hours by @seungkw1 [b. seungkwan] ☆ — favorite coworker by @sescoups [c. hansol] ☆ — rivers & roads by @miniseokminnies [c. hansol] ☆ — rates of change by @wqnwoos [l.chan]

— top songs of 2024:

— orbit by the8, jinjibewater_隼. — eat it by megan thee stallion. — contigo quiero estar by selena. — 7pm by bss, peder elias. — maiochiruhanabira (fallin' flower) by seventeen. — jealousy by pale waves. — habit by seventeen. — circles by pierce the veil. — i found a boy by adele. — item by stray kids.

— 2025 goals:

— oof, this is a doozy. as for this blog, i'm hoping to keep posting and build my masterlist. back when i launched it, i launched a project that i haven't published yet and i want to get that done. as a writer i find myself starting projects and stopping them when i've convinced myself that no one will like them, but 2025 is the year of stopping self doubt and pushing forward. — as for myself outside of haologram, i'm looking forward to a better year overall. 2024 was not kind to me and neither were the people i allowed back into my life, but i digress. i hope that in 2025 i can implement what i've learned this year, and that's to not give a fuck what anyone has to say about me because at the end of the day they do not define my self worth. in 2025 i hope to build more lasting friendships, write to my hearts content and actually enjoy my summer this year instead of rotting in my bed because i let depression overtake me again. i am stronger than 2024 me is, and if you're reading this, so are you!! keep going!! keep on truckin' dude!!

— thank you to everyone who was by my side this year. i could not have made it through this treacherous year without you, and i am glad to have you all with me, and i hope 2025 is good to you as i am praying it will be to me.

— tags: [feel free to ignore!] @ressjeon @jenoslutie @lavnderwonu @diamonddaze01 & whoever else wants to do this!