#dunno but it feels angsty to me so w/e

[nahmooste]

Your Mistake

prompt; #4: “I know it doesn’t count but I love being your mistake”

requested by: @onewingedgloria pairing: Tetsuya Naito / Female OC warnings: (brief) smut, toxic relationship, cheating. a/n: sorry? i think? i dunno about that ending tho tags: @wrestlingismyfavourite @devittsbalor @fireangel1978 @laziestgirlintheworld @ghostofviper @onewingedgloria @littleblueghostspoon @narwhalneglect @princesstoniii @keltic-goddess

Tetsuya Naito is a broken man.

He’s married, wears the ring on his finger only sometimes, and there’s no pattern or reasoning behind it. Sometimes when he sees her and sometimes not.

What’s even more obvious to Kora is that Naito only comes to her when he’s feeling lonely, or sad, or both, really. He’ll never fly her out to see him, he’ll always just… arrive on her doorstep. Demand her time without saying a word. She’ll try to make him feel better, make him laugh, but it’s like he’s not even there half the time they’re together. Only when he’s fucking her… only when she lets him own her does he ever actually show emotion.

Kora knows that something is horribly, deeply wrong with his marriage. She doesn’t ask questions. Doesn’t think she could. All she knows is that she loves him.

Tetsuya doesn’t often say a lot to her. Pleasantries, of course, but nothing that she can actually take away. So she talks about herself more times than not, and it seems to calm him mostly. If it does, he’s back out that door. If it doesn’t, they find their way into her bedroom.

She’s halfway to drunk when she opens the door, giddy with laughter that’s infectious to her friends. When she sees him, the sound stops dead in her throat because he looks— he looks like he might fall apart. Shoulders slumped, head hanging in shame, but his hand is gripping the wooden frame of her door so tightly his knuckles are white. A lump forms in her throat.

“Tetsuya…”

“You’re not alone,” he says, face smoothing out as he looks over your head. “How quickly can you get rid of them?”

“I… I don’t know.”

Tetsuya pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and nods, is about to walk away when Kora reaches out to grab his arm. She asks him to wait and, five minutes later, after all the complaining and the crying, she manages to get her friends out of her house. They pointedly glare at Tetsuya as they walk past, but he doesn’t care.

When she invites him in, Kora scratches the back of her head. “I’m, uh, celebrating, I guess. I got a promotion at work and get my own office and everything, so it’s all pretty new but… yeah, we were celebrating.”

Tetsuya nods his head at her. “Good for you.”

“Thanks,” Kora murmurs. She looks at him a little closer, the way he’s just standing there awkwardly with his hands in his pockets staring at everything that isn’t her. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“I can’t come see you anymore.”

It’s as blunt as anything she’s ever heard, but Kora doesn’t expect the way her stomach drops or how her heart threatens to break. “I’m— what? I don’t… understand…”

Tetsuya glances at her for a long second before looking away again. “You don’t know a lot about my situation, but I’m… I’m really trying to sort things out with my wife. I think I might be able to do that better if I weren’t seeing you. So, I’ve come here to tell you and I hope that this’ll be the end of it.”

Anger flares inside Kora’s veins. “And you couldn’t have sent that to me in a message? Called me? You had to come here and do it in person to see if I’d break?”

“Kora… please don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be.”

“Oh, fuck you, Naito!” She yells at him, shoving him back before she can think the better of it. “You made this difficult the second you fell into my bed! The moment you came back for seconds, for thirds, and you knew when I fell in love with you because you pulled this exact same stunt back then! Why didn’t you just call, huh? Wanna get in one last fuck before you quit cold turkey?”

Tetsuya is staring at her like she’s slapped him. In surprise, in anger. He’s staring at her with the same raw emotion he tries so hard to hide.

But she’s right. When Kora raises an arm to hit him with it, the Japanese man twists the limb behind her back and forces her forwards until she’s bent over the armrest of her couch, and there’s a string of expletives falling from her mouth long before they’ve stopped moving.

“You’re so infuriating,” Naito hisses into her ear, and she tries not to react to how his hard length is pressing into her ass as his body follows the line of hers. “Can’t just let me leave, can you? Always have to be that one drug I can never turn down, the only thing I crave when I have it all…”

He strips her down until she’s almost naked. She yells at him, tells him that if he wants to leave the door is right fucking there, but then her body reacts to his touch, craves more when she knows she shouldn’t.

When he speaks again, she doesn’t know who he’s talking to. “This is the last time… this is the last fucking time.”

Kora lets him fuck her. He fills her entirely, hits the top of her cervix like this in a way that makes her moan in both pleasure and pain. Because that’s what it is with Naito— always pleasure mixed with pain. Never one or the other.

His nails pull down the length of her spine and Kora lets herself curl back into him.

Her back is arched and a knee pressed into the couch, but Naito’s got fingers wrapped around her thigh, the others twisting her nipple, and Kora so desperately wants this to last forever. She orgasms when his lips attach to the side of her neck, when his fingers drop to her clit. He finishes inside of her. Makes his claim on her body. Owns her even without realising.

He’s redressing before she can fathom any thoughts in her brain— when the door open, her voice reaches out to him. “I know it doesn’t count… but I love being your mistake.”

The door closes, and Kora feels like she’s being ripped apart from the inside out, but nothing compares to the look on Naito’s face when he realises he hasn’t walked out that door.

[iwanttofuckereh69]

Talk more about draken x kakucho

I mean yes, sure, definitely 😳 I will gladly spread my KakuKen (KenKaku? Drakucho???) propaganda. My significant-deranged-person (@hornyimpulsivity) and I wrote over 1500 pages about them cuties so trust me, i can talk about them A LOT

Dunno what you wanted to hear so i decided to just tell you how it came to be in the first place since people often are confused. Let me know if you would like me to write some headcanons about them or whatever SORRY IF IT SOUNDS LIKE AO3 SUMMARY I DONT KNOW HOW ELSE TO EXPLAIN THIS SHIT

Funny enough, it started as a Draken x Mikey fanfiction. It just… I don’t know. It happened. It wasn’t planned AT ALL because come on, it’s so random. But trust me, the more you think about it, it kinda makes sense, at least in my head 🥴

Draken and Kaku never really interacted in canon, but i feel like they have a lot in common. And I feel like it’s especially evident in the Bonten timeline. They are both loyal and they both have a deep sense of righteousness. And it’s kind of ironic they ended up in such a place. In whatever this is that we're writing Draken joined Bonten in hopes to save Mikey s o m e h o w. Instead he finds himself trapped in this world he doesn’t belong to. And it’s quite the same with Kakucho tbh. He isn’t a cold-blooded criminal after all. He follows orders he is given, but that doesn’t mean it is easy for him. He is lost after Izana’s death. And that’s another thing they share. They both deeply love unattainable people. Draken undoubtedly loves Mikey, despite Manjiro’s efforts to push him away. And Kakucho loved Izana. They both have been hurt by those people but they still stood by their sides. That similar experience makes it easier for them to empathize with one another and understand one another on a deeper level. And it just works in those specific circumstances they happen to find each other in. At least that's the case in that horrifically long piece of writing we've produced.

They become each other’s grounding in harsh reality of Bonten. It started out by them just trying desperately to find a little bit of peace in that whole madness. And yeah, at first it’s just physical, but with time they start to develop the feels. It’s messy and complicated and angsty and they just can’t communicate and end up hurting one another nhjuvnghikujehiueigkvinh

I don’t know it was a happy little accident and i just grew to love them so much <3333 I wish more people would see the potential lol

(full piece somewhere in my profile)

[dramaticnerdwithanxiety11]

, LITERALLY WHO LOOKS AT NICK FUCKING RUSSEL AND GOES “mm yes, take my autism”

THIS IS AN ISSUE

WHY AM I LIKE THIS

whatever its too late now! you get to hear me talk about it to avoid writing it!!

So, i’ll be explaining the show for you newbs who dont watch power rangers like a smart person (as in the not watching it is smart). 

Power Rangers Mystic Force is, obviously, power rangers. It’s got the standard team of five with superpowers and weird biker-looking uniforms. 

If im honest, PRMF is literally just power rangers but with like fantasy magic.

It follows Nick Russell, the new guy in town. He’s a biker and he’s got this tragic bs backstory about how his parents abandoned him (update: they work overseas, they adopted him and like do not vibe with him)  and he travels, living with  family members and how he never sticks around long enough to make friends. We know he’s staying with his sister, and about nothing else. ~ Nick Russell is actually really important, of course, he is the Red Ranger and if we didn’t have the leader be angsty what kind of Power Rangers would we be, am I right? (i dunno i havent watched other power rangers in like ten years) ~

But we’ll come back to that. ~

There’s also Charlie “Chip” Thorn, a hyperactive hyperimaginative redhead with a love for fantasy and superheroes. He’s eager to join the team and loves the idea of quests and fighting villains and shit. He’s the Yellow Ranger, with Lightning Powers. ~

Vida Rocca, the ‘bad girl’. She has this one strip of her short hair that she dyes and may I just say when I finished the show a third time I couldnt not think ‘yO HER HAIR CHANGES TO SHOW HOW SHE FEELS ABOUT THE RANGERS’ but lets be honest thats probably bs lol. Anyways, she’s a DJ and she loves music, she’s the Pink Ranger (who hates pink for most of the show) with Wind Powers. ~

Madison Rocca, the ‘good girl’. She’s Vida’s sister, and she like following the rules and she enjoys recording her friends to make little videos for them to look back on when theyre older. She’s hesitant and cautious, but will do a lot to make sure her sister is safe. She’s the Blue Ranger, with the power of Water. ~

Xander Bly, he’s cocky and thinks hes all that, and flirts with women like every chance he gets. He thinks he’s super handsome and amazing and probably has a superiority complex for one reason or another. He’s the green ranger, with Nature Powers. ~

Not rangers include: ~

Koragg, one of the big bads who (SPOILERS) later turns out to be Nick’s father and Udonna’s long lost husband. Early on in the show he can telepathically communicate with Nick, which gives Nick these really really bad headaches, great for angst, it’s used as a bit of a plot device through a lot of the show and ngl I love it cause angst. ~

Uhh forgot her name but there’s the Vampire Queen who has bat wings on her hips and is in a full leather body suit. She’s kinda boring. ~

I forgot her name as well but the Vampire Queens daughter, who later goes on to save her mother because she realizes that the Rangers are the good guys and she’s on the wrong team.  ~

Udonna, the kinda ex White Ranger and a very powerful sorceress, as well as the Ranger’s trainer and Claire’s aunt. ~

Claire, (SPOILERS) who turns out to be the Daughter of Udonna’s sister, who was more powerful than her and sacrificed her life to seal the gate to what is essentially hell. She’s comedically bad at magic early in the show, and acts a lot like a comedic relief. ~

The Master, aka The Big Bad that the evil guys are trying to let free. Koragg before he became Koragg was trying to kill him and succeeded in trapping him further than all the others. He’s some weird tentical creepy muscles-showing no skinned weird i dunno i think i repressed this cause i forgot what he looks like lol.

Alright, so those are the characters. Now let me explain the plot.

Nick rides into town on his bike and is usually found set up outside the record shop that the rest of the Rangers (yet to be) work at. Btw, theyre all teenagers, but I think this takes place in summer cause we never see them go to school. 

Anyways, this old man calls for somebody to help him, and says that his brother and him were walking through the woods and somebody grabbed him, and he needed somebody to go looking for his brother. Nick, not being apart of the town to know they have rumours about dying in the forest, offers to help.

Xander tells him the woods are haunted, he ignores the man saying the man needs help so who gives a shit about some rumours, and then Vida is like “i’ll help too,” and Chip joins in cause he thinks its gonna be some awesome quest. They make it out to the forest, and Maddie and Xander join them, (”Xander I told you if you ever took my car I’d rearrange your limbs!” -Vida, episode one).

The man is like super ominous and her vanishes once they get into the forest, this creepy witch lady saves them from some bad guys attempting to attack them, and then throws brooms at them that they fly off on. 

Time skip not actually in the show but im losing steam so we’re moving on. Eventually, they make it to RootCore, aka the base of operations, and meet Udonna and Claire. Udonna is this super powerful sorceress and the White Ranger, and she trains them. Claire is her apprentice who is comedically bad at magic.

She hands out wands to them, they go to leave, get into a fight, all of them but Nick believe in and use magic, Nick leaves the forest, Udonna fights Koragg and loses her staff aka her White Ranger magic, and the Rangers are left in charge of saving everybody. In the end, Nick goes to leave and ends up showing up anyways to save the rangers from Koragg and embraces the magic, becoming the Red Ranger.

That’s the gist of the first episode, and the rest is kinda just “fight the bad guys, discover random secrets that make a surprising amount of sense for a show like this, fail a couple times, do some weird shit then end on a happy note”

WHICH BTW THE ENDING? FUCKIN WEIRD

The fantasy creatures integrate with Humans, Vida dyes all her hair bright pink, Nick fucking leaves town and this is the weird part. Because for one, Nick wanted to stay with his friends it was obvious, but for two; the way he left was w e i r d . He, Udonna and not-evil-Koragg who I forgot the name of, leave together.

The end scene is Nick riding up to the edge of the rode on his Motorcycle, then it slowly pans out to show Udonna and Nek (im just calling him Nek as in not evil koragg now) on bikes as well?? one of them asks if hes ready to go and they ~ride off into the sunset~

For one: THESE ARE AGE OLD SORCERERS WHO HAVE VERY LITTLE IDEA ABOUT HUMAN TECH?? HOW DO THEY KNOW HOW TO RIDE??

For two: dID THEY JUST HAVE THESE BIKES RIDING AROUND?? AND THE HELMETS?? DID THEY SHELL OUT A BUNCH OF MONEY FOR THIS?? LITERALLY WHAT???

anyways, great show! youve gotta watch it on some.. less than legal sites but shh its okay shhhh. It used to be on Netflix but like yaknow, its gone now. Either way, it’s a great show in my opinion! Like I mean it’s bad cause Power Rangers, so to most who are looking to critique there’s probably shit acting, and there’s a lot of not needed grunting in battle, the effects are shitty and the costumes are kinda depressing, but it’s still enjoyable! 

Random Facts-- ~

Vida hates Pink, despite being the pink ranger. ~

Chip, Vida, and Maddie have been friends since either kindergarten or elementary school, i dunno about Xander. ~

They all work at a Record Shop/Music Shop together, and their boss is an idiot but kinda entertaining. ~

Vida turns into a vampire for about two episodes, and Chip is the one to figure it out. ~

Maddie gets turned to stone because Nick essentially calls her useless and shy, and so she went out to prove otherwise, and got caught up in an attack. ~

Chip opens a weird black bottle he found after a battle and some weird thing comes out and attacks him, he spends the B Plot of that episode quite literally dying with his soul being eaten and climbing a mountain to get the cure. ~

Koragg has a really dumb moral code about how he only fights with Honor and refuses to kill the rangers most of the time because its “not honorable” for some reason or another. ~

There’s an episode where Xander gets this really really ugly and big zit right on the tip of his nose, and he uses this perfection potion Claire made for plants. He proceeds to turn into a literal tree and be depressed. ~

There’s a Troblin, the child of a Troll and a Goblin, named Phineas who’s very entertaining and I like this. By the end of the show, he ends up dating the daughter of the Vampire Queen which when you think too hard about makes no sense. ~

Nick turns into Koragg at one point late in the series. I completely fucking forgot how, but he does lol.

[letters-from-the-three-houses]

Depending on how far you are in the game what are your feelings on Dimigard now? Have they changed or have they not, and if so then why or why not?

ACK OKAY. i’m on the golden deer route currently so i haven’t really seen anything ‘dimigard’ (except for one off-handed comment claude makes during one of the mock battles) BUT i do know the spoilers and i have a lot to say about it so here we go!! (contains spoilers for BE and BL routes)

tl;dr: my feelings haven’t really changed and i still like the idea of them together, except now everything is 436% more angsty

btw, here’s the comment claude makes (and dimitri’s response):

i know claude just said it to catch him off-guard but of all the things to say claude why

confession time: dimitri and edelgard’s relationship reminds me of alm and celica, if they became enemies because of their different ideologies. it isn’t exactly a one to one parallel, but a) childhood friends that meet up again later, b) having two different objectives, and c) one of them giving a memento to the other really made me think about these two in a different light?? i dunno

it tugs my heartstrings because they become so different when they meet up again. i can’t say i know what exactly happens between them, but their shared history makes it bittersweet

first, i’ll mention this one bit in byleth/edelgard’s a rank support:

edelgard: “You know…instead of Edelgard, you can call me just El. If you so please. That’s what my parents and closest sisters used to call me when I was little. Now there’s no one left who calls me El… But with you, well…I think I could allow it. In fact, it would mean a great deal to me.”

so the nickname ‘el’ is used by the people closest to edelgard! i’d find it cute if it wasn’t for the fact that her parents/sisters are, well, gone so i like how she confides with byleth and trusts them enough to call her el.

then i looked through a couple of other text files in the leak (the ones that /feg/ got before the game was released) and then i found this file:

(i’m picking out lines so this won’t be longer than it should be, but i tried to keep the context intact!)

dimitri: “As a child, Edelgard taught me how to dance. It was…a bit awkward, honestly. We were born and raised in different territories, without ever knowing the other even existed. Yet, against all odds, for just over a year, we became childhood friends. At first I found her to be difficult and stubborn, but that facade quickly fell away, revealing her true self beneath… That’s around the time when she taught me how to dance. Her instruction was… Oh, let’s call it strict. To put it nicely.”

(flashback!edelgard): “Wrong foot, Dimitri! You’re supposed to lead with your right!”(flashback!dimitri): “El, the sun’s going down! I really oughta be heading home…”

and i thought ‘wait! dimitri called her el!’ and then my next thought was ‘oh no what happened??????’

knowing that some (if not all) a rank supports are locked to post-skip, this is clearly after the fact that edelgard is known to be the flame emperor and their relationship is at the point of no return (edit: i meant about how eddie says there’s no one left to call her ‘el’. the above scene happens during the month with the ball!), but hold up. there’s more:

dimitri: “That one year before she had to return to the Empire was…so much fun. The time of my life, in many ways. It’s kind of pathetic to think about it all these years later, but can you guess what I gave her as a parting gift? (after saying it was a dagger) In Faerghus, we’ve long considered blades as tools of destiny. As a way to cut a path to a better future. She was being dragged all over, unable to live the life she wanted. I thought the dagger could help her cut a path to the future she dreamed of. However…that was many years ago. I’m sure she’s forgotten all about the boy I was back then.”

byleth: “It’s not too late to reconnect.”

dimitri: “I’m afraid it’s far too late for that. Things are different now. She’s different. I’m different.”

WOW NO THAT SUCKS. this is like, the epitome of ‘if things were different’

and then there’s this text file (goddess tower w/ eddie):

byleth: “Who was your first true love?”edelgard: “I can’t say the name, but it was a noble who I met in the Kingdom, a lifetime ago.”

aND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO THINK ABOUT THAT BUT WHO?? WHO IS THIS NOBLE FROM THE KINGDOM?? IS IT DIMITRI?????

i’m going to scream

all in all, i don’t think i’ll stop liking them together because wow this is a piece of work, but i really just want them to be happy ;w;

there is no way they can be happy together in-game. it’s just not possible. they’re too different, there’s bad blood, and the way that the story shapes up, they can’t go back to their kiddie selves

still though, i ship them bc it’s?? so fascinating to think about?? i can’t take much of it all at once (i don’t like angst;;) but the what if that comes included with them is too good to pass up

in another lifetime, universe, or anything where the turn of events doesn’t happen, they’d be good friends. right now though, i remember some people saying they’re like star-crossed lovers and boy do i hate how much i love it

bonus edit:

dimitri: “But if there is any chance that the world she seeks to create could be a just one… Then I… I would love to see a future in which I may reach out my hand for her and have her reach back.”

PLUS this interaction between the two post-skip

kid!dimitri: “El! So it’s true… You’re really going away? Going back home?”kid!el: “There’s nothing I can do about it. It’s all happening so fast… I’m as surprised as you are.”k!d: “El… Um… Here. I want you to have this. El, listen to me. No matter how hard things get, you can’t give in, OK? You’ve got to cut a path to the future you wish for, no matter what.”k!e: “It’s…a dagger? Why would you give me something like this?”k!d: “Oh, um… I’m sorry. I couldn’t think of anything better to give you.”e: “I…I remember now. You gave me a dagger, all those years ago.”d: “Heh, I’m still sorry about that. I should have given you something that would’ve made you happier.”e: “Perhaps. At the time, I was quite flustered by such a dangerous gift. I left without giving you a proper response…and that was the last time we saw each other.”d: “True. It is a sweet memory with a bitter ending.”e: “I’m afraid it will do no good to reminisce, Dimitri. That girl you knew back then is gone. As good as dead. But…I’ll tell you now what I wasn’t able to tell you back then. Thank you. My dear, forgotten friend…because of you, I never lost my heart. As for the future…that will be decided in battle. King of Faerghus. As the emperor, I shall await your arrival in Enbarr.”

also, if anyone asks about their status as family members, i don’t quite mind it because while they’re step-siblings, they grew up separately and never really knew the other existed. i know it might make some people uncomfortable, but in a perfect world, where eddie’s mother doesn’t have to leave her dad and kid!e and kid!d grow up in loving families, when they meet later i’d like to think they’d be able to have the same friendship as they did during the bad!timeline

[sixquueensimagines]

dating boleyn modern au, please!!!! kind of like the one you did but with less of an angsty setting just more everyday life!!

Heya!~ I hope this meets your expectations! this is more before the side seen in “Beheaded Silence”

My Photographer

The warm spring day brought an excited sparkle to Y/N’s eye. The gardens were well flourished and the scent of roses was already apparent, but not overwhelming. The sweet scent nearly distracted them from their original task as they crouched a bit and aimed their camera on their usual muse, Anne Boleyn.

The green dressed girl posed with each sound of the camera shuttering. She loved the attention… especially from the photographer. Not like she would ever admit that out loud though…

Y/N stood up and walked over to her and waved a hand in front of her as she took a seat on the grass beside her. A proud grin spreading over Their face as their Y/E/C eyes met Anne’s with a sparkle of utter excitement.

“You really are photogenic Anne! What do you think of these? I think they came out better than they did in our last session!~”

Anne’s cheeks tinted pink as the words fell from thier lips. The positive vibes that bounced off her companion as they spoke was something she loved about them. They were always so excited to see what she thought, after all she was their favorite member. Well, that’s what they told her at least.

“These look great love!~ you got a real keen eye with that camera!”

She praised and smirked as their cheeks flushed with the now familiar color of crimson in their cheeks. Y/N chuckled and smiled through her blush and struggled to find words as Anne smirked their way.

“I-I like pretty things…”

Before they registered what they just said, Anne began to giggle madly as she saw their entire face turn crimson. She then stood up and dusted herself off and winked at her flustered companion.

“I must be gorgeous with how often we have sessions then~ I’m going to go get something to eat. You want anything?”

“U-Uh…a Coffee and a snicker doodle?”

Their voice broke a bit making their blush worsen and allowing Anne to laugh at them again. She waved and skipped off to the entrance, when she took notice of a guy standing nearby. He was clearly fan as he came up looking nervous as he shyly held out a paper and pen before he asked her if she could sign it.

A charming smile spread over Anne’s red painted lips as she flirted playfully and chatted with the guy. Y/N on the other hand was snapping pictures of the flowers when they saw the two through their lense. They saw Anne twirl her hair as the dude handed her a piece of paper and the two began heading into the building nearby, the cafe. A defeated expression replaced the smile that had been placed previously. They really thought they were making progress with Anne. Sure it may have been a jump, but with Anne’s looks and personality? She could get anyone she wanted.

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Anne waves to the boy and his friends that she met at the cafe as she departed. Her hair bounced about as she skipped back to the garden with a wide grin and the goodies the photographer asked for. She hummed as she did so, but her tune came to a halt when she caught sight of a very familiar pink haired woman with HER photographer. Though Anne wasn’t the jealous type this sparked a bit within her.

It was her cousin, Katherine, who she couldn’t tell what exactly she was doing there, but when her arm went around Y/N’s shoulders she was not having it…

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“I dunno kitty… She seemed to give him the eyes… And I think she just thinks its cute I like her so much…maybe I’m way over my head here…”

Y/N spoke softly as they felt Kitty’s arm wrap around them. They eased into her embrace and sighed softly and looked down at their camera. They felt a bit upset, but it was nice to have someone there with them. They felt Kitty’s finger caress their chin before lifting it up to meet her gaze.

“Hey, look at me. She does like you…she just doesn’t know how to express her feelings is all-”

“Kitty what the hell?!”

Both turn their attention to the now fuming brunette who was holding both her own and Y/N’s drinks in one hand and a bag of baked treats in the other. Honestly, it looked like she was tempted to dump it on Katherine, when a familiar voice chimed in from behind her.

“Aye Kitty you coming? We’re headed to the brunch place!”

It didn’t click at first, as Anne glared as she turned, then she realized it was Cleves. Her face turned red and she cleared her throat and looked away from her cousin, bandmate, and Y/N Kitty snickered and bumped Y/N as if to say ‘see?’, before she stood and smiled to Cleves.

“Yeah!~ sorry Anne~ didn’t know they were taken by you.”

“W-Wh-”

Before Anne could come up with a snappy reply, Kitty turned on her heel and walked away with Cleaves in tow. She huffed and sat down taking Kitty’s place beside the photographer and opened the bag looking for what she bought for them after setting their drinks aside.

“…why were you so angry…?”

They asked quietly as Anne handed her the cookie they asked for. Their stomach flipped when Anne made eye contact with them. Anne felt her anxiety rise several levels when they immediately turned to look away. They only looked back up when Anne’s hand grasped their chin similarly to the way kitty did as she lead them to meet her gaze again. It was softer and more nervous than it had been previously.

“A-Anne..?”

They whispered as their breathing hitched… She was so close to them, but God they couldn’t look away. They felt stuck in a daze, until they felt Anne’s lips brush theirs. Y/N’s face flushed as she silently leaned in and gently pressed her lips to theirs in a gentle kiss. She only eased when Y/N began to kiss back and cupped their other cheek with her free hand.

The pair lingered like that for a while before allowing themselves to separate and meet each other’s gaze once again. Anne smiled a bit sheepishly for once before she spoke.

“You’re my photographer… I thought kitty was…”

“Taking me from you…?”

She nodded and gently moved her hands down from their face and trailed down their torso before she wrapped her arms around them in a tight hug, while nuzzling gently into their neck.

Normally, Y/N would squirm at the sensation, but instead they simply pulled Anne closer and into their lap. They sat there like that for a while in a comfortable silence. Eventually the pair began to eat the goods Anne bought and sipped their drinks. Between the snacks and the stolen kisses between the two… Neither moved or spoke much. It was a concept of a mutual understanding.

The best part was the comfortable atmosphere between the two. Just being there was enough for them… Well, it was enough for Y/N. Anne on the other hand constantly stole pecks from them when they least expected it as to steal pieces of her cookie.

“So…what does this mean?”

“Hm? Oh it means I want to take you out.”

“Y-Yeah?”

Anne pressed another kiss to their lips, short and sweet as to make her intentions clear. Their blush deepened once more as Anne began to trace gentle patterns on their neck.

“Does that answer?”

“Maybe?~”

They chuckled and Anne rolled her eyes giggling knowing what they were doing. A move she would probably pull.

“Sure~ I bet you just want another kiss.”

“I mean you’re not wrong. Plus you owe me for my cookie.”

Anne laughed and trailed kisses all over her companion’s face without warning, making them squeal and laugh. Anne stopped once she was satisfied and pulled back still holding their face in her hands.

Y/N was still in a giggle fit as They met her gaze again… They gently hugged Anne closer and sighed contently.

“Yeah….I’m yours.”

“Well I’d hope so!”

The pair laughed and fell back into a comfortable silence watching the clouds pass… This is what the two of them wanted…they didn’t even need to say it… They just knew.

[dcmhnallach]

demiboy — ever hear people say APOLLO AMORETTO looks a lot like NICK ROBINSON? I think THEY/HE is about 22, so it doesn’t really work. The GRAPHIC DESIGN major is a JUNIOR that is from LIVINGSTONE, VT. They can be ADROIT, but they can also be INDELICATE. I think APOLLO might be A TIER 2 SHEPHERD. They are living in KIERAN. ( snot goblin. 20. EST. she/they. )

ok so i lied and this is after midnight. sue me. his background is a lil inspired by logan from veronica mars so like, sue me 2x. dnjkfmgh but !! give this a LIKE so i can come MESSAGE U FOR PLOTS !!!

TRIGGER WARNING - DEATH, MURDER, MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, GRIEF

a e s t h e t i c s

fingers across keyboards and piano keys, m&m’s scattered, vintage gaming consoles and tangled wires, worn vans and broken skateboards, banging of drums and splintering drumsticks, deep rhythms beating with your heart, the hum of a hefty computer and the buzz of a monitor, green text against black screens, unruly hair unkempt, flannels filling closets, bloody baseball bats, posters lining up and down walls, loud punk music shaking the walls, glares and whispers, the suffocation that comes with loneliness, pills rattling in their bottles, unmade beds.

general info !!

full name: apollo casimir amoretto

nickname(s): cas, polly, lover boy, 2000 (b/c of his screen names lmaoo)

b.o.d. - january 31st, aquarius boi

label(s): the escapist, the hellion, the insurgent, the netizen, etc. etc.

height: hitting 6′0″

hometown: livingstone, vt !

sexuality: bi bi bi bi bisexual

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biography !!

cristian amoretto and camilla silvestri had a romance that could be described turbulent at best, and downright explosive at worst

cristian, a native italian actor whose career began before he could walk, and camilla, the daughter of two italian immigrants with big dreams in a small town, met on the set of a coffee shop. their love story began quickly, dating within only a few months of knowing each other and engaged before the year was up

camilla walked down the aisle 6 months pregnant with lil’ baby apollo, who was then born in livingstone, vermont, aka the town that camilla’s family had settled in

was raised primarily by his mother and grandparents! his father was often off shooting movies, leaving camilla to take on the role of stay-at-home mom despite her own dreams of making it big as an actress

apollo grew up as a huge momma’s boy – i mean, god, he just really loved this mother, y’know? his relationship with his father was much rockier because of his … lack of being around.

when his grandparents died around the age of eight, that’s when things got…worse. it felt as if camilla’s parents were the only barrier between camilla and cristian’s budding wrath.

it became more apparent that cristian was not meant for the family life, his anger quick and his fists quicker, stinging words and venomous glares. a control freak who couldn’t handle camilla being independent.

this wasn’t apparent to the neighbors, or much of the town in general, because the amorettos were such a prominent family up in their beach-side mini mansion – it was hard to imagine that their life was anything but exquisite and dreamlike.

this was, of course, up until camilla filed for divorce and a restraining order in the same day, face bruised and nearly unrecognizable. she, obviously, got custody of apollo.

at this point in time, apollo was fourteen and…pretty stoked for them to get away from his father. they holed up southside and life continued as normal. for the time being. gossip swarmed apollo at school surrounding the circumstance which was annoying, to say the least. it led to him becoming withdrawn from the other students, not getting the whole … gossip appeal.

in hindsight, they should’ve moved out of livingstone. death threats in the form of letters and the eerie feeling of eyes constantly being on them came to a halt on apollo’s graduation day: the day that his father also, coincidentally, murdered his mother.

for making me miss out on years of my son’s life, was cristian’s excuse as he was escorted from the bloody crime scene at their apartment and into the police car.

cristian was convicted and sent to prison almost a whole year after it occurred. apollo still has dreams about testifying in court against his father as a witness.

and then apollo became known not as the son of two celebrities, but the son of a murderer. total bummer !

could not tell you why he stayed in livingstone, but he did. almost dropped out of college a good few times ( he isn’t passionate about graphic design, it’s more of him wasting time than anything else ) and spends most of his time raiding on WoW or competitively playing overwatch :/

speaking of college ! apollo was kieran’s roommate and like ... a close friend of his. the death hit him pretty hard b/c of his past.

lives in kieran but lately has been switching between his dorm and his childhood home - it’s technically his dad’s but he hasn’t been to his mom’s apartment in years. the mansion has become run-down and pretty grody, a sore sight that pisses off the neighbors.

he does identify as demiboy but he cares abt his identity like ... so little ... 

personality !!

his main focuses are computers / video games, drums / his band, and like … skating … vaping … gamer things, y’know.

from a young age he’d always been very fascinated by video games, and being the Rich Boi ™ that he was, ended up with a whole lot of them to play, on a whole bunch of consoles.

but like … he’s a PC guy :/ he may have a super rare nintendo 64 or two but nothing can beat his dual-monitor set up with his hand-built computer !

he also got real into hacking, y’know, just small things like watching security cameras in different cities and occasionally changing his grades b/c like … who wouldn’t ? also … cheated in dark souls. fucking loser.

his favorite games to play are multiplayer games so !!

he joined a band in high school because he was angsty and young, and like, turned out to be really good on drums ?? they had like … some real big jimmy eat world / green day / say anything / old school fall out boy vibes. just a whole bunch of ‘fuck the government, fuck the authority, anarchy, rebellion, revolt revolt revolt’ angry rock music that got a buuunch of noise complaints during practice.

his role in the band is essentially the ~nerdy~ one, because he’s a gamer, but like he was also Edgy and Angry and wore all black like Constantly ( he still does who are we kidding )

probably paints his nails black and has a nose ring b/c gamers can be edgy too !!

huuuuuge junk food junkie. like … he will consume Everything and Anything unhealthy. has a huge sweet tooth, he can’t remember the last time he’s drank straight up water.

he’s pretty much a loner, minus his bandmates -- having a reputation like his really ... puts off others. wasn’t the friendliest person in high school either, which doesn’t help. kieran and him were kindred souls.

to be honest, he’s really selfish. thinks about himself first and foremost, considers it to be a method of surviving in a fuck-shit town with fuck-shit people. wouldn’t hesitate to toss people to the side if it were to ever come down to it. he’s not a faithful pal.

he’s ruthless, impulsive, does whatever he pleases because he assumes that everybody’s already got their opinion of him due to his father. hard to stop him when he’s on a rampage.

seething with rage on the inside. :/

uuhhh so he’s got this fucking…pomsky, right? her name is tulip. she was camilla’s before she passed away and like, what was apollo gonna do, huh ? put the dog in a shelter ? hell fucking nah. that’s his dog now. give that dog an emotional support animal certification and boom.

this isn’t like a Personality Trait but idk where to put it so ! apollo’s on antidepressants ( and other medications, but y’know. that’s just how it is ) b/c like … y’know … the whole dad-murdering-mom thing sort of fucked him up a lot ! they make him feel pretty blah and diminished his sex drive so like … hook ups aren’t really an option for him 99% of the time.

besides that he smokes a lot of weed b/c self medication.

he’s … sort of an asshole. like … he can be rude and he doesn’t have much of a filter and i don’t know if there’s any softness left to him ! he just really misses his mom and has a lot of wishes involving changing the past and he reacts badly to things because he’s so defensive and on edge constantly.

no but he’s just like. .. sad gamer boi … a man and his dog … who also carries like five knives on him.

like he’s not socially awkward or necessarily Bad with people .. he’s just bad with people :/ doesn’t try hard enough ! is a little too apathetic ! chaotic to true neutral

wanted connections !!

bandmates !! i’d envision that there’s four or five members including him. two electric guitar, one bass, one drums / keyboard ( that me -_- ) , anybody singing ... maybe a triangle player ! or a cowbell ! i dunno ! endless possibilities.

fans of the band mayb ?? try to seduce him so they can party w/ them after a show n apollo’s just like :/ nah ( or yah ! )

people he clashes with hardcore !! people who are one n the same.

uuhh ... big slut for enemies ! ppl he refuses to get along with or they’ve been on bad terms previously for whatever reason. :-)

alternately, people he’s trying really hard to get along with but it’s not working b/c he’s a shithead.

maybe an actual good, close friend or two !! y’know. so he’s not completely alone. 

people he’s fucked over previously by ditching them / being unreliable / messy / etc.

besides close friends, someone who’s soft towards him or vice versa. because as much as i love angst, i love the uwu too.

ex-flings, ex-fwbs, ex-hookups, etc. etc. ex-gfs/bfs. especially from high school.

people he’s known all his life ! childhood friends, childhood enemies, old rivals, etc.

people who like ... stayed away from him / distanced themselves after his dad’s arrest. :/

okay but like ... imagine, okay , some sort of high school romance where he used to sneak into their room / sneak them out, n then they’d like. go wild out. y’know like, parents Hate him.

ppl who end up on one of his benders / night time adventures / whatever chaotic shit w/ him.

a hook-up gone bad could b fun !

gaming pals. gaming enemies.

skater buds ! vaping buds ! stoner buds ! apollo owns like three juuls.

someone he’s good friends with ( maybe ?? potentially developing Feelings at the same time ) but apollo fucks up their friendship / possible Something because that’s just what he Does.

somebody who thought tht like ... his childhood home was just Abandoned and Empty so they started breaking in to like. get high or fuck or whatever and apollo just walks in one day like ... what are u doing.

someone who caught him dealing juul pods to middle schoolers and was like ... what are u doing. idiot.

idiot reckless buddy pals !! wreck shit together !! burn couches !! chaos !

literally i’ll take anything sdjnfkmgh

[studyspiration-coffee]

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z

A: If I’m in love.

Nah man, the love life is nonexistent.

B: Who was the last person I talked to on the phone.

One of my v good friends who I love to pieces who lives out in the country. 

C: How long it’s been since I’ve kissed.

I’ve never actually kissed anyone before lmao. so, since my birth??

D: If I have a preference for boys or girls.

Boys! (I’m assuming this is who I’m attracted to)

E: How many holes I have in my ears.

One in each, used to have doubles but I didn’t want them anymore so I closed them up.

F: Give me any options, like hot or cold.

In terms of the option in the q, cold.

G: The last person I said I love you to.

I say I love you to one of my v good friends at school every day, it’s my mission to do so (I actually love and appreciate her very much). Her names’s Amanda!!! (this is platonic by the way lmao)

H: The last person I hugged.

I’m definitely a hugger so it’s hard to pin point, wait, I think it was one of my v close friends called Eleanor.

I: The last time I felt jealous and why.

Can’t actually remember lmao, if I knew I’d tell you, pretty sure it’s been ages though.

J: Are you insecure. What about?

Oh hell yes lmao. mostly my body and my face and my general appearance, I think my body’s kind of gross and my face in its entirety is mediocre. I think my individual features can be nice, but there are much lovelier faces in the world.

K: What my full name is.

Sorry mate, privacy purposes lmao xx

L: If I have siblings.

I have an older brother who I love so so so much wow.

M: If I forgive betrayal.

Uhm, I don’t forgive very well in general, I hold grudges so… probably not lol unless I know the person’s grown from that experience or point in life.

N: If you want to know how I treat my friends.

I absolutely love my friends so much, I think they’re all such wonderful and beautiful human beings and I want the best for them because they deserve it. They make me so happy to exist and I can only hope that I reciprocate in some way.

O: If I like my school.

I do love my school, I love the experiences I’ve had, the people I’ve met, the person I’ve become and I generally appreciate how lucky I am to be here lmao.

P: What kind of music I like.

Not to be that person, but ‘indie’ lmao, I do like anything with a little rock, or electronic or piano it’s beaut. My favourite bands are: The Neighbourhood, The Academic, Last Dinosaurs and The Fray.

Q: What the last party I went to was, and when the next will be.

Uhm kid you not but the people I love don’t really throw parties, we usually just hang out and eat food which is brilliant and lovely, but around November last year lol.

R: For me to tell 10 of my curiosities.

1. Death i.e what happens after life

2. True crime

3. Modern history 

4. People

5. Reality and whether or not we’re living in it

6. The universe

7. Illnesses

8. What is actually true and whether or not truth actually exists

9. Philosophy (ethics and morality yo)

10. The brain. Like how the hell does it do that man?

S: 2 habits

I actually bite my lip a lot and zone out when I don’t feel like I’m needed in the world. Not in an angsty way, just when I’m on the train and there’s no source of conversation or anything to pull me back into reality.

T: 5 things I love unconditionally.

1. My family (including my dog)

2. Sunsets

3. Books

4. Music

5. Movies

U: How many texts I send daily.

Dunno like 8. 

V: 3 big dreams.

1. Getting into medicine and becoming a specialist.

2. Visiting cities that make me feel ethereal and part of the soft world I’ve created inside my brain with linen shirts and sunsets from balconies and feeling like I’m at home somewhere temporary but a part of myself is left there permanently.

3. Falling in love, having that love reciprocated at the same deep capacity and marrying them.

W: An idol.

No clue man, idol’s a strong word. I just want to embody my best self.

X: If I’ve done something I regret very much.

Not really, everything I’ve done has led to an experience that’s impacted me in some way, shape or form and it may have hurt then but hurt passes and the nonchalant swells in eventually.

Y: If I like my town and why.

Sure, I guess, it’s everything I’ve ever known and I’ve grown accustomed to it. I guess it’s beautiful to others, but it’s just home to me.

Z: Ask me any question you want.

Go ahead!!

[d0gdaze]

8.

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Chapters: 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 .(ongoing)

Reddie / Stenbrough

Word Count: 2801

Summary: Eddie Kaspbrak is set up on a date with a friend of a friend, and this Tozier guy is a hot mess. || Stan has feelings. Bill is confused. Long and angsty and may or may not contain a roadtrip. AU - no IT. Characters are 17/18. Set in early nineties. More film based but contains elements from the miniseries and the book.

Content Warnings: strong language | underage drinking / drug use | smoking | mildly sexual implications (no smut) | internalised homophobia | era-typical homophobia | implied child abuse / neglect

-Chapter 8-

A week passed, and none of them had heard from Eddie or Richie.

“He's dead isn't he? Richie fucking killed him. He's out there, lying in a ditch somewhere, with fucking maggots eating his eyeballs.”

They were all out at the Barrens, finally getting some fresh air after days of not leaving their houses, not wanting to risk a missed phone call.

They were all worried, of course, but Stan seemed to be the one most willing to show it. He had been pacing back and forth basically since they arrived, shaking hands held behind his back.

“Does no one else care? Eddie's been murdered! And we just let him go like a bunch of sociopaths!”

“Shut it Stan, he's not dead.” Beverly was standing by the water's edge, attempting to skip rocks but failing. Bill was sitting beside her, watching Stan out of the corner of his eye but making sure not to make eye contact. They hadn't actually spoken to each other since the day after Betty Ripsom's party, not that anyone in the group had noticed. “We've known Richie for years, remember? He's our friend, he wouldn't murder Eddie.”

“I dunno, didn't he move away for like ten years? That's a long time, he could have become a murderer.” Ben said, pulling up blades of grass and flicking them at Mike. Bev glared at him.

“Oh my god. He's right. Richie planned this. He only came back because he was looking for someone to murder, and we just handed him a victim. Fucking hell, guys what do we do?”

“Stan, jesus christ,” Bev walked over to him and grabbed his shoulders so he stopped pacing, “Eddie's fine.”

“How would you know?” Stan was almost panicked to the point of crying. His eyes were wild and his hair was dishevelled from running his hands through it too much. He looked like he hadn't slept all week (and maybe he hadn't, he sure had plenty of things going through his mind that would keep him awake).

To be completely honest, Beverly didn't know. Not hearing from them had her immensely worried, and in the back of her mind she couldn't help but think the worst, that maybe they were dead or hurt or they had broken down in the middle of nowhere, miles away from any help. But she kept her composure. It wouldn't do any good if they were all freaking out over this, so she forced herself to be the voice of reason. And she truly did trust Richie, he had been her closest friend all those years ago.

“Look, this is Trashmouth Tozier we're talking about, remember? He's not going to hurt Eddie, unless you can die by annoyance, god forbid.” Stan smiled for a second at that, but only for a second. She reached up to put her hand on his cheek. “He's okay, Stan. I promise you.”

Stan leant into her touch, putting his own hand on top of hers, feeling significantly calmer than before. She grinned at him and went back to sit next to Bill.

They all stayed out for the majority of the day, and as always they stayed relatively grouped together, at least making sure they were within eyesight of each other. But Beverly and Bill had seemed oddly removed from the others, always sitting a bit away from them, just far enough that they could talk between themselves without anyone hearing.

Stan tried not to make it obvious that he noticed, but he wasn't particularly good at subtlety, and Mike confronted him after catching his staring for the umpteenth time.

“Dude, what's up with you? You're so out of it today.”

He was sitting cross-legged with his elbows resting on his knees and one hand holding his head up, frowning as he watched Bill and Bev having a conversation that he couldn't hear on the other side of the stream. “What?” he turned his head towards Mike, Ben lying down next to him with his head in his lap. “Nothing. I'm fine. I'm not staring.”

“Really? Because I'm pretty sure you haven't listened to a thing we've been saying for the last twenty minutes,” Ben sounded more worried than annoyed (but he still sounded a little annoyed), “and you're either staring at those two or there's a very interesting bird over there that we can't see.”

“Sure I have, you're talking about, uh, that History thing. In the library. The book with the history in it. And like I said, I'm not staring at anything.”

“We were actually talking about the new Star Trek episode, but nice try.”

“Oh, well I haven't watched it yet.”

Stan started fidgeting with a loose string on his jeans. Ben and Mike looked at each other, then back at him.

“Seriously, what's wrong?”

“Nothings wrong! Maybe I'm just, I don't know, a bit worked up about Eddie, but I'm fine!” Stan laughed nervously, eyes darting between them. Ben sat up so he was properly facing him.

“Stan, you now you can tell us anything, right?”

Stan threw his head back in an exaggerated groan.

“For the last time, there's nothing to say! Nothing is wrong! I feel great, actually, never been better.”  He put on a fake smile that made him look more sick than anything else. “So we're dropping this, okay? What were you talking about before? Star Wars? Let's keep talking about that.”

“Star Trek, Stan.”

“Whatever.”

“Okay, well, we were talking about how in the new episode there was this...”

Stan sat, watching Mike's mouth move, but not hearing any of the words he was saying. His impulse control quickly ran out, and he glanced at Bill and Beverly again. They were sitting with their knees touching. Bev was smiling and giggling at Bill as he talked, fluttering her eyelashes at him. Stan scowled in disgust. “And then Riker was like- are you fucking serious Stanley?!”

Stan snapped back to him, startled. “What? I didn't do anything!”

“You can't pay attention for three goddamn seconds, dude! You're obviously hiding something.”

“I told you a million times, nothing is-”

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Bill lean forward to move a hair out of Bev's face. As his hand lingered over her cheek, Stan felt like he might faint.

“You know what, I'm actually feeling kind of sick.” He held his hand to his stomach and scrunched up his face in a poor acting attempt. “I'm gonna go home. I shouldn't have come out today, anyways. Might have missed a call from Eddie.”

He marched past them to where they had left their bikes and picked up his own, flipping up the kickstand with his foot.

“Stan, you leaving already?” Beverly called out as he stormed past them, but he either didn't hear or he ignored her.

When he reached the road he got on his bike and pedalled as hard as he could, angry tears stinging his eyes.

“H-he's probably just s-still upset over e-Eds.” Bill said as she watched him ride away.

“Maybe you should go check on him later, make sure he's doing okay?”

Bill's breath hitched in his throat.

“I'm sh-sh-sure he'll be fine.”

Bev frowned at him.

“Bill, he's your best friend.”

“W-well, he's one of my b-best friends. You're a-all my best friends.”

Bev hit his shoulder playfully. “Oh come on, we all know you like Stan the most,” one corner of her mouth tilted up, confused by his sudden defensiveness, “it's okay to play favourites, no one's gonna get butt-hurt over it.”

Bill's face turned a hot shade of pink.

“I-I-I d-don't play f-favourites. I d-don't like him a-an-anymore than I l-like – fuck – I d-don't – I don't h-h-h-ha-hav- sh-sh-shh-shit!” He buried his face in his hands. “C-can we s-stop talking about s-s-Stan for f-fuck's sake.”

He felt Bev put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing her thumb in circles just above his shoulder blade.

“Did something happen? Between you two?”

“N-no. Yes. I-I don't w-want to talk ab-abuh-about it.”

She wanted to ask another question, but the wavering in his voice made her stay quiet. Eventually he lifted his head, red imprints left behind where his hands had been.

“All okay?” she asked. Bill nodded.

“H-hey, I'm supposed t-to be babys-sitting Georgie tonight, c-can you come over?”

He usually asks Stan, she thought. “Yeah, I should be good to go.”

“Cool,” he flashed her a grin and looked over at Ben and Mike, who were now back to bombarding each other with ripped up plants. Ben copped a fistful of dirt in the eye and fell backwards, groaning in pain but still laughing.

An hour after sundown, Beverly arrived at Bill's house, and didn't bother to knock before entering. They all knew they didn't really have to knock unless someone's parents were home.

She walked into the living room to find Georgie beating Bill at a game of Battleship. “What's the score, boys?” she teased, sitting down on the couch besides Georgie, the coffee table in front of them and Bill sitting on the floor.

“I've won twice already!”

“It's b-because he's ch-cheating,” Bill laughed.

“Aw, come on Bill, don't be a sore loser,” she put an arm around Georgie and pulled him into a side-hug, “this kid's just naturally gifted, right George?”

Georgie giggled and nodded proudly. Bill stuck his tongue out at them.

“Is Stan coming?” Georgie asked, looking back towards the front door.

Bev shot a questioning glance at Bill. He swallowed hard.

“H-h-he was b-busy,” he lied.

Georgie pouted, and then went back to studying the board game, tapping his chin as if in deep thought.

“B4?”

“Seriously!? How did you sink me again!?” Bill threw his hands up in defeat. “Alright, you win, let's do something different.”

“Like what?”

Bill looked around the room, searching for inspiration, but nothing caught his attention.

“We could just put on a movie?” Georgie slumped his shoulders at the suggestion. Beverly interrupted before he could complain about how boring that would be.

“I have an idea.”

Soon they were up and gathering every sheet and pillow they could find and piling it all in the middle of the living room. Bill had moved the coffee table off to the side, and grabbed the chairs from the dining room to hold the sheets up like a tent, while Georgie and Beverly were laying pillows out over the floor and creating a nook for them to sit in.

They adjusted and moved things around for a while, following Georgie's instruction on what needed to go where, and when they got his absolute approval they all crawled inside. Georgie sat in between the two of them, admiring the cave they had constructed, and begged Bill to tell a story.

And he did. It was a story about a band of great heroes, who fought against an evil monster. He put on voices and acted out gestures, and when he got stumped Georgie would tell him what happens next, and he would build on from there. He barely stuttered the whole way through. He never said it, but in Georgie's mind, he saw the characters as Bill and his friends.

Beverly listened, Georgie leaning up against her, feeling nothing but love in her heart as the words poured from his mouth. She had never heard him like this, so sure of himself, not tripping over his tongue or becoming breathless when the sentences wouldn't come. She was awestruck, his voice wrapping itself around her and spreading warmth throughout her body.

By the time the tale had ended, Georgie had lost out his battle against sleep, so Bill carried him upstairs to his room. He had always been smaller than most other kids his age, much shorter than Bill had been at twelve, but as he laid there, curled up on his side under the navy blue duvet, he looked younger than ever. Bill was transported momentarily back in time, when they had been blissfully unaware of the rest of the world, their biggest problems back then would seem like nothing now.

“They're real cute when they're asleep, huh?”

Beverly walked up behind him and put her chin on his shoulder. He let out a soft laugh under his breath.

“It's t-too bad he'll w-wake up.”

She slapped him playfully on the shoulder and leant down to kiss Georgie on the forehead.

Downstairs, Bill made a move to disassemble their construction, but Beverly stopped him.

“Oh come on, we spent like an hour on this thing. May as well keep it up until morning.”

So they crawled back inside and sat in silence for a while, leaning up against each other. Bev though Bill seemed somewhat distracted, like his mind was far off somewhere else.

“What are you thinking about?” she whispered.

“Nothing important.”

“Is it about Stan?”

No response.

“Bill I'm worrie-”

She was cut off by Bill's lips against hers, his face too close to look like anything more than a blur. She could feel a chill running down her spine, suddenly so much more aware of how quiet the room was, able to make out her heart pulsing in her ear. But before she could comprehend what was happening, it was over, and Bill was staring at her, searching for some sort of reaction. But she didn't really give one, just stared back, mouth slightly parted, no movement bar her chest slowly rising and falling.

And then he did it again, more intently this time. She tried to kiss back but couldn't seem to figure out how to, every time she would try something it just felt awkward. His lips were cold and weirdly dry, and there was something about they way he was doing it that made it feel too forced, like he didn't really want to but he was doing it anyway.

Beverly had kissed people before, she kissed her friends all the time, but nothing further than a quick peck. And there had of course been junior prom with Brad Haynes, where he had kissed her after driving her home, and it had been wet and sloppy and she shoved him away after a few seconds, patted him on the shoulder and never spoke to him again.

This was different. This was Bill, and he didn't seem to know what he was doing.

She wasn't sure if she really liked him like that. Sure, she had thought about it, and there were times when he was giving a long-winded speech or poking his tongue out in concentration as he sketched, where she had found herself thinking about what this moment would be like. But then again, she had also thought that about Ben. And Mike. And even Richie, that one time back when they were kids, but that dream was crushed forever when she saw him drop his sandwich into the dirt and then pick it up and continue to eat it. She had mulled over the idea of what it would be like to kiss all of them. But it was never any serious thought, and in reality, she would have never initiated anything. They were her friends, and she would have been content with that for the rest of her life.

He kept on, though, even as she didn't kiss him back, awkwardly placing and replacing his hands places, unable to make a decision, face, waist, shoulder, waist, face, shoulder, knee, waist, to the point where she had to grab his shoulders and push him away.

“S-s-sorry, did you n-not w-want t-”

“No, it's okay,” she tried to think of something to say that wouldn't offend, “I just- Bill, I don't know if I-”

“Y-you d-don't like m-me.” He looked taken aback. Surely that had been flirting earlier at the Barrens. Surely she had liked me. I was sure of it.

“Bill, come on, I-”

“I-I th-thought, w-w-with a-a-all of th-the-”

I need this to work out, Bev.

“You're my best friend, and I-”

I can't do this.

“-I just don't want to ruin that, if-”

Straight boys don't-

“-if I lost you I would never forgive myself-”

Straight boys-

“-and I don't know what to do, Bill.”

Straight-

He was staring right through her at this point, the words she was saying muffled and unorganised in his head, overpowered by his own thoughts.

“I have to go Bill, I'm sorry.”

And suddenly she wasn't in front of him anymore, though he couldn't recall actually seeing her get up or leave. He felt drunk, like the world was moving a million miles an hour beneath him, but he was frozen in place.

He couldn't bring himself to walk up the stairs to his own bed.

That night he couldn't stop thinking about Stan.

Straight boys don't.

Obviously not.

[justa-mysticmess]

*cracks knuckles* Ok, may I request what Disney princess song each RFA member would sing? And how they would react if MC comes over unexpectedly and sees/hears em?

aaAhhh anon!! you are such a cutie!! ...!! i hope this is to your expectations?? i had so much fun doing the songs lol x3 ...sorry for the dash of angst!! :))

707/Saeyoung

seven would totally randomly belt out the lyrics to make a man out of you

BE A MAN We must be swift as a coursing river  BE A MAN With all the force of a great typhoon BE A MAN With all the strength of a raging fire Mysterious as the dark side of the moooooon 

snaps his eyes open and gawks awkwardly at mc for a moment as mc tries not to laugh

is embarrassed but only for like half a minute before he laughs loudly with an arm thrown around mc and they just both have a good laugh

after that they make a habit out of breaking into the song randomly, the other always joining no matter where they are or what time of day it is

bonus addition: let’s face it he would so sing i won’t say i’m in love for angsty era?

like in his own route, when he comes to the apartment?

he’d definitely sing under his breath

This scene won’t play,I won’t say I’m in love

gosh maybe mc hears when he thinks they are asleep and has come to apologize to their sleeping form?

it simultaneously relieves and sADDENS mc so much!

Jaehee

it’s no secret that jaehee baehee is s t r e s s e d

and with mc helping her follow her dreams and to also take care of herself, our darling girl is learning to let go

she starts off with humming softly to herself

I finally can breathe I know I left a life behind but I’m too relieved to grieve

but then she gets really into it

let it go, let it go can’t hold it back anymore let it go, let it go turn my back and slam the door

slam! in deed…

she turns stiffly, only to see mc frozen in front of the door they’d just come through

she’s blushing furiously by then and immediately covers her face but mc rushes over and hugs her tightly

when they speak, she can hear the grin in their voice

“you should definitely let it go more often, babe”

Yoosung

this lil puppy really likes his name!

it’s one thing he feels really proud of besides his game score these days

when you wish upon a star is definitely one of his fav songs, and not just because it sort of has his name

When you wish upon a star Makes no difference who you are Anything your heart desires Will come to you

sigH!! 

it’s really cute that he sings that, but mc really doesn’t like seeing him look so sad

they place the snacks they brought for yoosung on the table quietly before wrapping him in a hug from behind

‘sweety, i dunno if this is what you wished for- i only sensed a wish for a snack’

suNSHINE boy is immediately all smiles and thanks you for bringing him food and h o w did you know i wanted to eat mc???

When you wish upon a starYour dreams come true

yoosung stares

‘also, just know yoosung, you’ll figure out how you wanna achieve your dreams hun! believe in what you always sing to yourself, but believe in yourself more’

tackles mc in a hug

Note: the lovely @jacky-arts actually took the time to draw a yoosung inspired from this 😭💖 i love it so much!!!

Jumin

...

is that good company they hear??

mc wakes up to jumin singing softly

You and me together we'll be Forever you'll see We'll always be good company You and me just wait and see

his voice was too quiet and too low, but mc could still hear the words perfectly

they were sweet and in a way innocent, but mc had a flashback to a very unstable jumin and tensed up

they slowly turned around in the bed so as not to bring attention to themself if jumin wasn’t looking already

breathe an unintentional sigh of relief when they see him next to elizabeth’s little bed, gently stroking her fur

‘did she have a nightmare?’ mc asks softly as they move to sit up in bed

when jumin looks at them with sad, lost eyes, they feel their heart clench and  their gut twist in guilt for having let themself even think that their husband was unstable like back then and would be harmful

‘i think elizabeth third is unwell, mc’

they quickly rush out of the bed and towards their husband and cat, ‘let’s call the vet hunny bunny... it’s probably nothing but it’s always better safe than sorry’

l i v e for the smile that brightens up his face

Zen/Hyun

My heart has wings, Mmmmmm And I can flyI'll touch ev'ry star in the sky So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of Mmmmmm Mmmmmm So this is love 

mc steps out of the shower, wrapped all cozy in their bathrobe

so this is love is a nice song

mc would be inclined to sing along but right now they are torn between laughing hysterically and face palming

because their dear s/o, their zen is singing the song while staring into his reflection

he’s not washing his face or combing his hair or about to brush his teeth

he. is. just... admiring himself

mc finds themself in stitches, laughing at how adorably narcissistic zen can be sometimes

his attention diverted to them now, he looms over them before engulfing them in a crushing hug, so this is the miracle that i’ve been dreaming of

[tororabbit]

My Masterlist of LaviYuu fics

This was a long time coming my buddies. This list will be edited with new recs and reblogged every time. Anyone is free to send me a rec in my askbox or pm. Happy reading!

The Hardcore Angsty fics (YOU WILL CRY)

Una Memoria Mecánica by @sparklymirror [oneshot, 12k+ words, rating E, minor character death, soulmate au] Summary: In this world everyone has a clock that counts down to the day they meet their soulmate. Kanda doesn't believe in it, but the destined day approaches nonetheless. A soulmate fic for people who dislike soulmate fics. 

(Guys, this is one of the most heartbreaking of all LaviYuu fics. It’s 13 on a scale of one to ten Sad Shit. I’m not much of a soulmate au reader but this, this makes me want to curl up and cry maybe forever. Destiny sometimes ruins everything.)

Red Lotus by @fictionisthefact [1/2 chaps (can be read as oneshot), 13k+ words, rating T, brief mentions of suicide, reincarnation/soulmate au] Summary:  In every lifetime, Kanda is looking. Part One: A glimpse into the lives where their timing was off, and the one that was almost perfect.

(This is another major tear-jerker. Reading this fucks my emotions up for a whole day every time I read it. I. Just. Cannot. Kanda is the one who pines for Lavi here, and I love it when that happens! This is sad and beautiful and I need a sequel like, yesterday. ;_;)

Porn.

(all the glitz and glamour) and baby you're a liar by @aozu [oneshot, 6k+ words, rating E, stripclub au] Summary: AU. One in which Kanda is a stripper and Lavi totally doesn't believe him.

(We get smokin’ stripper Kanda coming onto Lavi. What the fuck can go wrong???)

Forceful Ways by Metlei [oneshot, 16k+ words, rating E, asylum au, BIG DUBCON AND RAPE WARNING] Summary: One day... he will take, giving unwillingly in his willingness. 

(This one is a bit iffy in terms of grammar, and I’m usually a huge no-no for dubcon and rape, but this one has a lot of smut in it? And the one who gets raped teaches the rapist how to properly treat a lover? Only read if you’re not too squicky about fictional rape.)

So You Think You Can Dance by @sparklymirror [oneshot, 8k+ words, rating E, breakdance au] Summary: We've all heard "fight like they dance" but how about "dance like they fight"? Kanda goes to a club and meets a certain someone in a dance battle. Includes breakdancing, dirty dancing, and the horizontal kind (ahem!).

(I like breakdance. I like impulsive Kanda. This is a great combination of both with a huge side serving of good smut and small side serving of fluff.)

The Japanese Art of Kinbaku by lpdrunknmunky [oneshot, 2k words, rating E, dgmkinkmeme fill] Summary:  When Lavi’s boyfriend had suggested they try something new, he had figured he meant going to new places, trying other restaurants, or hitting different clubs. That’s why Lavi got a nice shock, seeing Kanda in a traditional Japanese kimono and holding a sizable length of black cord, when he came over to his apartment for their date.

(Y’all, this is one of the old but gold ones with nothing but deeply fulfilling sin. The title says it all.)

The Ones You Wanna Read On a Cozy Rainy Afternoon

Athelas by @aozu [oneshot, 13k+ words, rating T, tattoo parlor/flower shop au] Summary: The first time Lavi sees his florist neighbour, it became his dream to ink that body.

(Ahhhh feels good to be reading this. I like the idea of Florist! Kanda and how he can be surprisingly soft in some parts. A bit of slow burn, but it’s feels good~)

Breakfast On Pluto by @aozu  [4/4 chapters ,15k+ words, rating T, coffeeshop AU] Summary:  AU. Attorney Kanda hates coffee, so he had no idea why he kept returning to the coffee shop across the street.

(The quintessential coffeeshop au that every fandom needs. This is so fluffy and warm and I adore it. I never knew barista Lavi was what I needed in my life. All I know is that after reading this, I wanted to go to the nearest Starbucks and cozy up to the barista there.) 

Grey Surges by aqd [3/? chaps, Ongoing, 16k+ words, rating T, modern au, mentions of abusive relationship] Summary: Lavi’s mouth was suddenly very dry. His glance danced over dark eyes, soft features and a stern mouth and all he could do was to smile. “Yuu,” he said softly and was stunned. Of all people. “Yuu Kanda.”

(A recent fave. It’s a poignant and calm piece, very well written. The setting is mostly by the seaside, so reading this is very soothing. Definitely recommended for a cozy time.)

Whimsical Fun

All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter by @aozu [oneshot, 12k+ words, rating M, college au, hints of Allena] Summary: Allen wonders why he was ever cursed to have an anti-social jackass as his best friend (or enemy?) but he figures it is merely logical that he should torment, I mean, help the guy with his crush on the redhead exchange student.

(Interestingly written in Allen’s perspective but focuses on Laviyuu and madly pining Kanda. I don’t think there is a fic that has an even more teenage-pining Kanda than this one. That boi T H I R S T Y.)

The Stars Don’t Even Matter by @aozu [oneshot, 11k+ words, rating M, modern au] Summary: Wrong post delivery AU. Kanda opens a package. It all goes downhill from there.

(Light and awkwardly hilarious on Lavi’s part. Enjoy the toys :v)

Potato Works (by yours truly)

(why would I recommend my own shit? The answer is why not???? :,D)

Rabbit Parasite by me @suicidetoro [9/? chaps, Ongoing, 33k+ words (fuck me lol), rating E] Summary: Che. I saved the idiotic rabbit from the Noah, and he just changed ever since he got back. And then he was gone, and I had to go look for him. I didn't think I was getting into such a mess. I didn't understand how he was suffering. I didn't know those things were tearing him inside out. And now... now I have to kill him to save him.

(Nothing like the smell of hurting Lavi angst in the morning... My child fic of three years now. I love it but I update very irregularly... errr there’s quite a bit left to go so... enjoy??)

Steamy Skype Night by me @suicidetoro [oneshot, 2k+ words, rating E, dgmkinkmeme fill] Summary:  Skype is heaven for those who long for each other over a thousand miles away.

(Very short one shot when I was still experimenting with how to write smut. I kinda think it’s cute but I dunno ;w;)

[sadrien]

wanna chat? pt.18

on ao3 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18

hey so its been a while

im in a really crappy mental place and like my entire life is drowned in discourse right now (specifically today) and its making me an anxious mess. so today i slept, avoided the discord app as much as possible, only spent like 20 minutes total on tumblr, and worked on this. its bad but i need proof that today was worth it so *jazz hands*

pluto is better than u = alya, space bro = nino, trappist = adrien, galaxy print = mari

1:15

pluto is better than u: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ikWb_Xjako pour one out for vine

 6:48

space bro: alya i love you but why do you never sleep like my dude

7:08

pluto is better than u: rip vine u were a good

 8:03

space bro: yo mari you coming today

 8:17

pluto is better than u: hello hello hellloooooooooo

PM between trappist and galaxy print

trappist: I’m assuming you aren’t going to class today I’m going in late because of a photoshoot, but I can swing by during lunch with work if you want some? Or later tonight? Just let me know <3

13:31

galaxy print: So rry Ij ust woke up Holy  on I cant typ ern Oh go d

space bro: oh man dude are you ok????

pluto is better than u: D: D: D: mari ur worst than me when im sleep deprived

galaxy print: FIght me alys

pluto is better than u has changed their name to alys

galaxy print: Fucck you

alys: i luvve u

galaxy print: Im gonn a vough on you Couhg Cough FUck

space bro: im guessing youre sick

galaxy print has changed their name to cough cough

cough cough: Ye

alys: babe :(

space bro: feel better mar!! you arent missing anything much its all boring

alys: ummm IM LONELY thats important!!!!!

cough cough:  you ve got the boys right in fornt of you Front

alys: yeah but :’(

space bro: want us to drop your work off at your place after school dude?

cough cough: No I dont want towork

trappist: I’m already on it You two can tag along if you want though

cough cough: D: Nooooo I dont awnt it My hea d hursts

space bro: we can come over and chill with you

alys: CUDDLES

space bro: ^^^

cough cough: Im siCK I dont want you gettin s ick too

alys renamed this conversation to “boo you whore”.

space bro: back at it again with the american memes

alys: mean girls is not restricted to one country it is Iconic and international and also timeless

cough cough: Can you qote the hwole movie?

space bro: mari dude go back to bed like ily but rest my man

alys: nah i cant but marsh can

cough cough: Wha t

space bro: hold up

alys: B)

trappist has changed their name to glen coco

glen coco: I guess it’s natural for parents to cry on their kid’s first day of school But you know this usually happens when the kid is five I’m sixteen And until today I was homeschooled

space bro: alright damn confession time ive only seen like half of mean girls

alys removed space bro from this group.

cough cough: Ru de

alys: not seeing mean girls is an insult to my honor

cough cough: Ok princ e zuko

glen coco added space bro to this group.

alys: hmmm who would b the zuko of our group antagonist turned  good hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

space bro: first of all fuck you alya

alys: ;*

space bro: second of all what are we doing now?? i thought we were on mean girls

alys: the gorup chat stops for no one babe

cough cough: I dont think any of us arE Zuko???

glen coco: Yeah, as much as I love Zuko I don’t think I’m even remotely close to him Not honor driven enough

alys: not angsty enough

space bro: i dunno adrien cn be pretty angsty

alys: poll time say aye if you had a crush on prince zuko growing up not book 1 zuko that was some bullshit were talking book 3 redemption arc zuko the Good Shit cause aye as fuck

space bro: aye

glen coco: Aye

cough cough: ay e

alys: im glad were friends

 15:03

glen coco: Hey Mari we’re on our way

 15:10

alys: if ur unconsciou s can i nap w u im wiped

space bro: shes not gonna answer if shes asleep babe also just joining her for a nap is weir d

alys: im standing right next to u insult me 2 my face u coward

space bro: ok

glen coco: Mari I hope you’re awake because please save me from these two

 15:43

cough cough: Ye I wasnt awak e My he ad hurt sstill and my eyes got like Stuck shut????? Tmi?

alys: nothings tmi when it comes to u <3

space bro: id like to argue that there are in fact somethings that ARE tmi but yaeh this isnt one of them were chilling in the park across the street cause your mom said you were asleep she offered to just take your hw but we said wed wait to explain it all

alys: pfff theres no explanation needed we just wanted 2 see u

cough cough: Ugh you dindt have to do that I dont want to ge tanyone sick

space bro: you wont!!!

cough cough: You odnt know htat!!!

PM between cough cough and glen coco

glen coco: Obviously patrol for tonight is canceled

cough cough: :( TIkki said shed leave if I tired to go Tried And i STarted cryin g

glen coco: Aww Mari She wouldn’t leave you she just wants you to take care of yourself Tikki loves  you too much to leave you

cough cough: Im going to start crying again

glen cooc: D: NOT my intention!!! Do you need a hug??

cough cough: NO BECAUS E IM SICJK DONT CME NEAR M E

glen coco: We’re in your living room and on our way up

cough cough: nooooooooo :’( Im gross and crying rnight now why eould you do thsi to me

glen coco: Because we love you and you definitely need a hug right now And maybe more medication

cough cough: This s the wors thting to ever happen ot m e

glen coco: Knock knock

cough cough: :/

16:21 in boo you whore

cough cough: I hate yoiu all Thanks for coming over <3 <3

alys: <3

space bro: of course dude!! you looked like you needed the company

cough cough: If you all get sick you can tblam e me I told you not to come near me Cuddling mgihtve been too much

glen coco: Cuddling is never too much

alys: ^^^

space bro: ditto

 22:44

alys: hello? 112? yeah fuck my life and everything in it

space bro: you think i can bribe hawkmoth into taking a day off

PM between cough cough and glen coco

cough cough: Oh no

glen coco: Do not

cough cough: I have to??? I feel like Im gonna fall over THe world is spinny Oh n o

glen coco: I fight the akuma, you do nothing until you absolutely have to We can’t have you falling off a roof or something

cough cough: Do you think if I just cry at the akuma itll purify itself

glen coco: We can try

cough cough: :(

[fyperia]

why i am angsty™ this week

@questionably-gay

so there’s this guy i’ve been talking to. we go to school together, he’s a year ahead of me in the same major so we’ve had a number of classes together over the last few semesters. we’re also both huge nerds (expected in a game dev program) and play a lot of the same games so we were what you might call “friends”

i will say, we’d been getting pretty close over the last month or two; he’s fairly attractive, responds to being sassed with equal or greater sass, is pretty good at overwatch and wow (but not better than me, so i can still shit talk him), and Definitely Not A Neckbeard. or so i thought? not sure on that one anymore.

tl;dr boy i was moderately interested turns out to be kind of an ass, freaks out that i don’t answer his message and deletes me from everything.

i won’t bore you with the details, but here’s a list of the offending topics i failed to connect as they happened, under a nice readmore because holy hell it’s long:

-when i said i was reporting someone after a sexual assault joke was made during a match of overwatch, asked what i was reporting him for

-his brothers made a lot of Not Funny ‘jokes’ while we were on discord (that I heard over his open mic) and he never really responded to them but he did always laugh at them

-didn’t understand why blizzard “had to go and make tracer gay, i mean was it really necessary for them to do that?” until i was like well i’m bi and i think it’s pretty cool that they did that (he shut up about it and then got quiet whenever people would be excited about it in front of him)

-when symmetra was confirmed as autistic, he told me this. conversation was basically: “so symmetra is autistic” “people didn’t know that?” “i dunno, but they just announced it” “yes and?” “she’s autistic” “ok so?” “i dunno, she’s autistic” “what’s your point?” “the character, not the people who play her” “....” (someone else changed the subject at that point, i was just too caught off guard to respond)

-not really an Offense™ but some more explanation before i get to the end: i’m really terrible about answering messages. always have been. i have a lot of things going on with my brain so if i am not in messaging mode/mood i just will ignore non-essential messages, especially when i’m trying to catch up on school work i’ve fallen behind on due to said brain things. for a week or so i barely answered his messages, though i always made an effort to at least reply with like a sticker or a gif whenever he sent me something. after a few days of that he sent me The Dreaded Message: “hey are we ok?”

-i did not answer this message. i did not open this message. this message gave me way too much anxiety (and it was a weekend that i had someone visiting from out of state, so i was not prepared to deal with it right then.) less than twenty-four hours later, he sent a followup: “guess not :/”

-so i was pressured to explain the state of my mental health, why i forget to answer messages and then get anxiety about answering them late, why i am often too depressed to answer, etc. so that he would not feel personally targeted by my lack of response. it was honestly the most open i have ever been with anyone who is not one of my closest friends or s.o. about my mental health. because, i figured, we were friends so he deserved to know why i was being unresponsive.

-he sends back an equally large wall of text explaining why he gets anxiety about being ignored or w/e and how unlucky he’s been with relationships in the past and he just doesn’t want to screw it up because he always thinks it’s something he did. i’m like ok, i understand, but you need to bear with me because i usually just Can Not from february to april. he agrees. we’re good again. at this point when we’re in the computer lab at the same time he begins sitting next to me instead of across from me as we play my horse prince together (amazing game btw, check it out for mobile devices, a+++ localization)

-at some point he discovered i’m ticklish and decided it’s funny to tickle me. i don’t really think it’s funny! poke me in an area that i’m ticklish, sure, ok, that can be funny, but do not continue. that’s just rude. especially when i constantly tell you to not do that please. jeez.

-here’s the event that was my actual last spoon for this shit. i was in the middle of an all-weekend meeting for the rules design for the larp i play. (he knew this, because i talked about it a lot with him, as a fellow nerd, and he recently played an event with us.) i had also recently posted a humorous status update on facebook (which he saw and liked) making fun of myself for wanting to talk to people but never answering any messages i receive. he sends me a message like “can i ask you something?”

-although i am busy i fire back a “sure what’s up” assuming i can get to it whenever i have the chance as per our previous agreement. this was apparently not the case. he asked me if i wanted to go do a thing that i was just not prepared to be asked. (nothing major, this one actually wasn’t any fault on his part. knowing my interests, you would assume it was a thing i want to do.)

-however, i had/have been recently in a slump about a certain person who i miss very dearly unfollowing me on tumblr and just generally not talking to me ever. as this was a thing she and i had promised we would do together, but never got around to before falling out of touch, i got really upset about it. like had to compartmentalize to finish my meeting but had like three complete breakdowns over the next few days about it, i was an utterly inconsolable mess, missed work and class the next day, i don’t know how i managed to pull myself through class on that tuesday, i think i told everyone i was sick? i don’t often go out without at least filling in my eyebrows, but i was an Unshowered Mess for a few days. it was gross. i felt gross. (i stopped feeling gross after the person in question accepted my insta follow request and i just decided to tell myself she probably unfollowed me on tumblr when i wasn’t posting for a while. i still have not fortified to message her. i am a weenie but i will get there eventually. baby steps?)

-every other hour for about thirty six hours, i got a “?” or some derivative thereof from this boy in question. like “you there?” “hey you’re cute” “tooooori” etc. but i was legit super busy and ignoring literally everyone, and also trying to not have a panic attack about the last bullet point up there^. it was really obnoxious but i didn’t really know how to say “hey your question triggered a very bad response from me so that’s probably not something i want to go do with you” for whatever reason. probably because i knew in my brainspace that he would not take anything with the word “triggered” in it seriously.

-and then the glorious last straw: because i hadn’t answered (in under forty-eight hours, mind you, it was still the weekend) he sent a message that was just “*autistic screeching*” and i was like ..............................................

-i did not know how to answer this. i did not know how to list this entire rant i have written here and be like “wow, are you secretly an asshole?” because wow. i was literally stunned. so i didn’t answer.

-cue me skipping school on monday because of aforementioned response to the question and not wanting to interact with him. he did not show up in my computer lab (which i work in) for the last three weeks.

-cut to yesterday morning: i got a text from one of the officers in my wow guild (and a very dear friend) asking why he quit the guild. i was like huh, that’s weird. i also noticed he had left a facebook group chat that he was in with me, though the chat had served its use and was done with weeks before. so i go and check around, to discover he’s unfriended me on facebook, unfollowed me on insta, deleted me from battlenet, and of course quit the guild. (he joined only a few months ago, at my encouragement to switch servers and raid with us. should've known not to trust him, he’s horde.) he probably blocked my number too, though i haven’t checked because honestly? i don’t really care. i explained this all to my friend who asked me about it and we made fun of him for like half an hour. we had a good laugh about it. very therapeutic. i’m not even upset, i think it’s hilarious that we’re apparently in fifth grade.

[camelliacats]

j a d e d & f a d e d

Another random drabble.

Fic: "j a d e d & f a d e d" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: Alice Longbottom/Molly Weasley, mentions of Alice/Frank & Molly/Arthur

Rating: K+

Words: ~460

Additional info: romance, femslash, angst, Marauder era, 1st person POV

Summary: Molly has a big family only for one reason: She was running away.

"Stay here. The sunshine is a sign of summer;

that season we spent together.

I'm staying here, thinking about you

and your dazzling smile."

  —Yuna Ito, "miss you" (translation)

                  Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if we'd let ourselves fall into that head-over-heels stage I know we both felt. Maybe then you wouldn't have finally gone back to Arthur. Maybe then you wouldn't have told yourself everything was all right and just carried on with your normal family life.

                Maybe I wouldn't have forced myself to love Frank. I dunno; I'm not sure. I was never sure when it came to you.

                It was an unexpected thing with horrible timing. You were already starting a new life when we met. You'd already heard rumors about the Order, and I forced them out of you even though I still had to finish school. But you liked storytelling back then, and I wasn't your child—you knew I wasn't really a child, even. I grew up fast and had my head filled with confidence and determination. Your rumors had me signing up for the Order before the Marauders could even volunteer.

                And my charisma left you curious. Though I swore I'd never tell, you were so reluctant, so unyielding…but…you were pliable. You convinced yourself it was an experiment, a one-time thing.

                It was a one-season thing. I still think of you when the summer sun stares back at me in a sky so blue it reminds me of his eyes.

                You liked blue too much.

                It's a bit morbidly amusing, you know. It was quick and free, and I didn't have to question myself. I never did. But you… When school ended and the Order formed for real, you couldn't look me in the eye without either of us thinking about our shared time. Me, the innocent girl who'd probably live like this forever. You, the woman who had a responsibility to her family. You forgot the red string of fate that tied us together, leaving us alone in a room, making us talk with one another, forcing us to house-sit when everyone else was away on a mission. You liked Dumbledore's idea of having safe-houses and…it was hard not to interact with me.

                It was harder not touching me.

                I would've welcomed it. I would've loved to hear you whisper sweet nothings to me once more. But you felt temptation and recognized it as temptation, much to my dismay. And every time you felt temptation—poof! You were pregnant again.

                Denial much?

                But I suppose that's the fate of—what do they call them?—"trysts." And it's hard to break a mother of her maternal habit.

                I know that's it. It's over. It's all said and done, and I'm glad I know now that you weren't in it for the long haul. Maybe Frank will be, for me. I hope Arthur is for you.

                …Godric, I really hate blue.

ANGSTY. D: And sad. A true love affair gone wrong, with both parties emotionally hurt. I just can't picture Molly ever ditching her family, ever. :'(

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

2017 note: Awww, so sad, this 2011 piece. Now I want to write something happy for them. ;w;

[fire-bear]

A, E-G, I-K, N, P-Z? sooo basically most of them :'D

Why do you do this to me? ;A; I never read any of the questions before I post, urgh.

Right.

A. If you could rec a piece of music to accompany one of your fics, what would you pick? Why? 

Uh. Well I know that Dance For Me has a song. I had the idea and the title and began writing before I needed a song and went looking. This is what I found:

E.  Who’s your favorite main character you’ve written? 

Arthur. Or APH England. He’s the easiest for me to write for some reason.

But I like my OC from my novel, Benrial. He’s pretty easy to write because, after thinking about it, he’s a more confident, more fun and just better version of me.

F. What stories are you planning for the future? 

Well. I’m in the middle of writing my Christmas one-shots. I’ve counted and there’s 15. (I’m supposed to start posting them on Wednesday cause it’s twelve days till Christmas then - unless I counted wrong which is highly likely. Urgh, numbers.)

Then I’m gonna do this thing cause I wanna write more Voltron stuff but I have too many things started and not enough time, dammit!

After that, it’s Hunk’s birthday and I’m gonna do one-shot birthday things for all the paladins! ... Even if Shiro technically has no birthday... They’ll all be different birthdays from different universes. For instance, Hunk’s will be from a soulmate AU. Actually, I’ll just tell you all of them’s since I’m excited: Shiro’s will be canonverse because canon Shiro needs a break. Pidge’s will be a chat AU and... I’m not sure how I’ll do in that cause I’ve not done one like that before that I can recall... Lance’s birthday is in a fantasy AU where it’s his destiny (along with Hunk and Pidge and Keith) to save the kingdom but there’s a misunderstanding and angsty hurt and the Galra catch him and, well. Keith gets his birthday in a zombie apocalypse because he had to go and be born in the month of Halloween. (I would’ve written it this year but, urgh, time. There is not enough of it.)

They’ll be written between the continuation of the Sticky series because I have a lot of ideas for that AU so. I should point out that I mean a continuation from the second chapter of Glue and not the first one.

And in between this, I need to finish of the chapter I started of Shadow House 2, try writing more of my novel and I really wanna write more of Lance’s Fury.

So, uh, does anyone want to pay me to write instead of going to work so I have time for all this?

G. Where do you think you grew the most this year? 

Probably my belly.

Nah, kidding.

I think I’m... pretty much the same? I think I might be getting better at mimicking other’s styles, like I apparently did with Thames’ Child. I’m not sure that’s a good thing.

Then again, I did write over 50,000 words of my novel and I never finished it so I reckon I did better than my first attempt which... eh. *shrugs*

I. What’s your favorite work you did this year? Why? 

Hm.

*goes to AO3*

Hm. I quite liked Neighbour. And Glue. Which, uh, says a lot about me... Or says that I’m kinda dissatisfied with all the half-finished stories I apparently have lurking around. *sighs*

J.  What are the best jokes you told this year? Any jokes you thought were funny that people didn’t catch? Vice-versa? 

Uh... Hm. Heh, the one I can actually remember is the jokes they tell in the second version of Glue where it’s ‘not as if a vampire will lure me away’ or something to that affect.

Also! Any of the jokes in Thames’ Child because I managed to evoke the source material for the crossover quite well, I think. :3

K. Who have you killed this year? Why did they have to die? 

... I think it best I not say... ;P

But, lemme see...

Wait, I can’t say without spoiling things! But, well, I killed Arthur and Gilbert at points because of the universe and the idea.

But, in Shadow House, wow. So many die. It’s meant to be a horror story - kinda like a horror movie where people are dying in horrible ways

N. Anything you were planning to write that never got written? 

I have a document solely with Hetalia fanfic ideas which is 84 pages long. To be fair, some of them have been written but I’ve kept them in the document because I had vague ideas of what could happen next (these are usually one-shots).

I also have a separate document for every other fandom idea and that’s 14 pages long, including notes for one I’ve started. Or for one-shots I wanted to continue and haven’t gotten around to it.

P. What are your pet peeves in other people’s work? 

When they don’t make it clear who’s talking.

By that, I mean, they have the person speaking named in the next paragraph for some reason. Or they close their speech but all they needed to do was take a new paragraph.

I get confused easily - don’t do that to me. :(

Q. Quote three bits of writing you read his year. Can be your writing, or not. 

I’ll just use my own...

From Fortune:

"Then Arthur came to this action on his own," Alfred declared. "And he will be punished, in a way. But there is something else to note. Arthur, your toga..."

"What about it?" Arthur asked distractedly as his heart sank. He was more focussed on his previous comment. There were only two ways to punish a god: strip them of their powers and lock them away for a millennia or to kill them outright and replace them with another. Arthur would not mind dying but the idea of being unable to see Gil fulfilling his life while he was locked away would be a torture he didn't want to endure.

"Have you not noticed?" Alfred asked, a smile beginning to grow. "Look."

Without thinking, Arthur obeyed, looking down. His eyes widened when he realised what he was looking at: his toga was now white. And, now that he thought about it, he had once worn black, had he not? He stared down at himself, confused.

From Lance’s Fury:

Just as they reached the adjoining corridors, there was movement and Lance jerked away as something came towards him. Whatever it was, it was fast and probably deadly. He grasped for something to defend himself with but he didn't carry a knife and there wasn't a vast source of water around. Before he could even think of taking the water from the air around them, another movement cut in front of him and two blades clashed just a hand's breadth from his heart.

Blinking once, his eyes focussed and he found Keith wielding a knife against Pidge's dagger. Keith and Pidge struggled for a moment before they broke away. Lance staggered back, still in shock, his heart hammering in his chest. He had almost been killed... By Keith.

"Keith-" Pidge began but the other academ had focussed his attention on what he seemingly deemed the greater threat and launched himself at her, his windcrafting ruffling her hair as he used his increased speed to fight her. Thankfully, Pidge was using her metalcrafting and was just as fast, keeping up with every swing.

"Oh man, oh man, oh man," Hunk was mumbling beside Lance. "What do we do?"

From Glue:

Unable to think of an intellectual response to that, Arthur merely said, "You're ridiculous."

"And you're actually smiling – it's pretty."

Arthur sucked in a breath, startled by the comment. His heart did an odd thing where it fluttered and clenched and seemed to swell all at once. It was way too soon for him to entertain thoughts for anyone but Kiku, in his opinion – even if he had been dumped. And Kiku clearly had no intentions of returning to him. So he was on his own and free to do as he liked. Shaking his head to clear away his thoughts, Arthur turned to Alfred and held out his hand.

"I've not actually introduced myself. I'm Arthur Ki-"

He was interrupted with a loud laugh. "Dude, you totally don't need to be so formal. But, Arthur, huh? It's a cool name. Suits you."

Again, Arthur couldn't stop his lips from twitching up into a smile. "Your foam moustache suits you, too."

R. If you had to rewrite one of your stories from scratch, which one would it be? What would you do to it? 

This lot. I’d make it more realistic. Like, do actual research into the porn industry? Or just make their reactions and stuff more... I dunno. I mean, it’s okay just now but I’m just gonna continue it rather than go over it.

Also, all my earlier stories on ff.net - I would scrub all the attempts at accents. Urgh. (Though, some of the stories, the accents are supposed to be exaggerated versions which would disguise them. Or something.)

S. What’s the sexiest thing you wrote this year? 

....

Well: Neighbour, Glue, Thames’ Child, To An Ell Broad, Dance For Me.

T. Themes, motherfucker, do you have them? What are they? 

... I don’t really get this question. Themes for what? In general? Because, if so, not really...?

Oh, wait. I think I understand it now... But I can’t think of what my stories have for themes...

=/

U. Any stories that took a abrupt u-turn from where you thought they were going?

When I started The Keeper, I thought it was gonna be simple. It’s... not any more. Also needs to be updated. ^^”

V. Which story was the most viscerally pleasing to write? Tell us your narrative kinks. 

... I honestly liked writing them all? I like the ideas finally being put down. Then they leave my head, poof! And people leave kudos and I’m like, “Wait, what was that one again?”

I can’t think of any... kinks...

W.  Who are your favorite writers? 

Hm, well, @zeplerfer, obviously. And... there are others but I’m just too lazy by this point to go looking for links to the ones on AO3.

X. What’s your least favorite work of this year? 

Actually, one I’ve not posted yet. The first Christmas one I finished. The prompt limits you to ‘enemies in the same company’ and my mind just went ‘nope’ so what I got down was horrible. I feel bad cause it’s for an anon...

Y. Why did you write? For fun, for a friend, for acclaim? 

For fun.

Also, always wanted to be an author, even if I took a course in something completely different!

And I think I’d go insane if I didn’t, to be honest.

Z. If you could choose one work and immediately finish it, what would it be? How would you end it?

Hm. This is difficult. I want all of them to be finished so everyone can find out what happens in them!

... But I’ve been thinking about A Harmless Archfiend and it would end in death and sacrifice and love.

Flipping finally! I thought I’d be at this all night! O.o I hope these answers are good enough?

[intrepids-stuff]

GUYS - BEFORE YOU DELETE ANY OF YOUR BLOGS, PLEASE READ THIS

Whether you’re deleting your blog(s) because they’re outdated, unneeded, or you’ve lost muse, are being harassed (anon-hate or otherwise), or you’re just not comfortable with your blog anymore, PLEASE consider these two options BEFORE you delete:

Save your post archive - In which you save the content you want from the blog in closing. Doing this can help you preserve your favorite moments, memories & content on that particular blog. Whether it’s a funny conversation that cheers you up when you’re down, or a piece of art/writing/thought that you want to stow away for later, SAVE IT & BACK IT UP off-blog. You can do this by copying and pasting each post/post page into a Word document or in a note on Evernote. This could take a while, depending on how much content you have on your blog, but it’s worth it if it means keeping the treasures you put on your blog and avoiding harassment from judgemental users.

Closing/Archiving - in which you cease posting on the blog, make it private and/or use it as a reference for yourself and your future works. Example: You run an NSFW blog but have a lot of deep/thoughtful posts on it like thoughts about the piece, your experience making it, or some backstory attached to the piece that you hadn’t shared before. To preserve those thoughts while distancing yourself from and avoiding a blog you’re now uncomfortable running, close it and possibly make it private (if it’s a side blog).

I know there’s a lot of judgemental anon-hate running around and between one’s own loneliness, feelings or mental illness, and I know there are a lot of people closing & deleting their blogs because of it. I also know there are people who are getting their blogs shut down for false accusations and other issues. 

This right here, this Saving your posts thing, is one of the best things I ever did and have been doing since I joined Tumblr because honestly, I have lost wonderful writings here and on other forums after either the blogs were deleted or the sites became defunct. (Granted I’m a literary hoarder and save all of my writings so as to use them as fodder for future material but w/e!). HOwever, although losing writings and art is tragic, being able to go back and reread the fun/angsty stuff you wrote with friends or by yourself is one of the most comforting and motivating things I’ve ever done. It reminds me of how much I enjoy writing, how much I enjoy interacting with other people, and it gives me the reassurance that I can do things If I just get up and do them. I dunno how this will affect others, but I know it affects me in an incredibly positive way.