#i cant wait for a few years down the line when it turns out my body is a superfund site from all the excess dye i consume

[squeakadeeks]

Where the fuck did you get shell pasta that BIG and BLUE?

the large shells you can buy in the store as "jumbo shells" but they dont start out blue. that particular dish was several years in the making.

it started with a few years ago when i had the brilliant idea to try and make mac and cheese with the big shells they normally use for stuffed pasta dishes. it was nauseating and felt like eating slugs.

then in the years between i went on many fun fanciful food adventures after i discovered "hey wait a minute i can add food coloring to anything" leading to green cookies, blue oatmeal, purple butter, etc. I added blue food coloring to the pasta water before/while they were cooking and it causes the pasta to absorb the dye beautifully.

for a more immersive experience i also add more dye to the velveta before calling it a day.

[freaksun]

tongue piercing reader x best friend!eddie munson

no smut nothing rlly happens just mutual pining and bad writing !! Eddie says m’lady but i think thats the only mention of gender.

You got your tongue pierced today, in a very professional shop a little out of town. Away from your best friend, eddie. Driving back, you decide to stop at a gas station to call and make sure hes home, you wanna stop by and show him your new shiny addition!!

the phone only rings once.

“Hey eddie!!” You almost squeal, though your mouth hurts, youre already excited to show him.

“Hi sweetheart, whats up?” He asks, adorning one of his many nicknames for you. Despite his constant use it still makes you a little flush.

“Are you at home?”

“‘Course babe, why?” God, he couldnt stand to just call you by your name, could he?

“Im stopping by.” You state. You two stopped asking years ago, obsesed with each others presence.

You drive the rest of the way, jamming to the radio though you dont sing like you usually do.

He hears the crunch of gravel under your wheels as you pull up, the low hum of the radio, he jumps to his feet before you even stop the car, and hes outside before you can even open your door. You smile excitedly, you cant wait to blow his mind.

Opening your door, he helps you out, faux gentlemanly.

“M’lady” he grins “to what do i owe your grace?”

You smile, almost evilly “glad you asked, munson”

he looks puzzled, you usually play along with his antics, speaking back in some awful old-timey accent.

“Well, go on” eager thing.

You dont indulge him just yet, letting yourself into his home, saying hi to his sweet uncle wayne as he follows you inside. You bee line to his room, your safe haven.

“Guess what i got pierced” you start with, giddy, as you sit on his bed. (Ignoring the crumbs that are splayed across his sheets)

his cheshire grin grows instantaneously. “What????”

Instead of just showing him, you like to tease. “My tongue.”

“What????? No fucking way. You did not, youre lying.” He almost fumbles over his words hes so excited. When he met you, you were a shy kid he had to coax to talk to him.

“Show me.” He demands, like i said, you two passed politeness a long, long time ago.

You smile, ready to indulge. You stick your tongue out, admiring the surprised and maybe even shocked look on his face. You giggle at his widened eyes, your tongue returning to its place.

He takes a few huge steps towards you, sitting next to you. His hand timidly holds your chin, eyes meeting yours (finally)

“S-show me again” theres a new unsteady shake in his voice. You obey, sticking your tongue out again, more relaxed this time. He moves your head side to side, grasp on your chin steady. He admires you for a few seconds before his questions flood his mind.

“Where the hell- how did- where did you get this??” Is the first. “jesus, were they clean?? Professional??”

You scoff “of course, teddy come on”

He smiles. “Why the hell did you go without me? I mean honestly i coulda done it myself” you giggle, a sound warm and welcome to him. he turns his head to the side, still staring at your new addition, his hand still holding your head in place.

“I know, i know, but i dunno… guess i kinda wanted to surprise you. And honestly, i feel like itd be harder if it were you.”

He smiles downwards, like a guilty child. he takes his hand away.

“What? Why?”

You match him suddenly shy again. “Well, i-i dont know. I guess cause im not scared to back out so i probably would. And cause i like, trust you” you break eye contact, staring down at his pretty hands instead. “Like, so i wouldnt be expecting it to hurt cause its you…”

you dont look up to see it, but hes grinning like you just told him youre in love with him. Which by his standards, you basically did.

See, Eddies been head over heels for you since the moment you met, as kids. He always thought you were far too good for him. Too sweet, too pretty, too kind. So he never pushed a line. What hes blind to see, however, is the way you absolutely melt in his gentle hold, thw way your knees almost buckle when he calls you any of your many many nicknames.

[pucksandpower]

is there a possibility of a part two on the mv1 vegas wedding, perhaps how they might have church wedding ? 🥹🥹 it was just so sickly sweet, i cant get enough of it 🤧🫶

There is definitely a possibility of a part two (though this is a little shorter than my usual work so we can also just call it a second epilogue)

Read part one here: What Happens in Vegas

You stand in front of the floor length mirror, smoothing your hands over the flowing white dress. Today you’re finally getting the real wedding you missed out on during that wild night in Vegas.

A pair of tiny hands suddenly grab at the tulle skirts of your dress. You look down to see your flower girl and daughter, two-year-old Vega, grinning up at you.

“Mama pwetty!” She declares. You scoop her up and kiss her cherub cheek.

“Why thank you, my love! But not as pretty as you in your special dress.”

Vega giggles and squirms to be put down so she can toddle around in her poufy flower girl outfit. You take a deep breath, heart swelling with love for your family.

A knock at the door announces your father’s arrival. “Knock knock! Ready to go become Mrs. Verstappen again?”

You take Vega’s hand and turn to your dad with a radiant smile. “Absolutely. How do I look?”

Your father presses a hand to his heart. “Oh honey ... you look absolutely beautiful. Max is going to bawl his eyes out.”

You laugh, feeling a few happy tears prick your own eyes. “Let’s just hope that Daniel doesn’t mess up his lines too badly. Did you see the Elvis costume he was begging to wear?”

Your father chuckles. “Don’t worry, I talked him into a normal tux. He promised to be on his most professional behavior as officiant today.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” you joke. “Really though, thank you for standing by me through all the craziness these past few years. I’m so glad we’re finally doing this for real.”

He pulls you into a careful hug so as not to wrinkle your dress. “I’m just so happy for you and Max. Now come on, let’s get you married again!”

The ceremony is being held outside at a gorgeous vineyard, rows of vines dripping with grapes serving as the perfect backdrop. Your heartbeat quickens as the music swells and Vega heads down the aisle, haphazardly tossing rose petals from her little basket.

Then it’s your turn.

On your father’s arm, you glide towards the floral archway where a nervous but beaming Max waits. The love shining from his eyes when he sees you takes your breath away all over again.

Daniel stands at his side looking polished in his suit, though his hair maintains its signature wild curls. He winks at you as you take your place across from Max beneath the arch.

“Family and friends,” Daniel begins, “we are gathered here today to witness the renewal of vows between Y/N and Max. Their first wedding may have been, shall we say, unconventional—”

“You mean drunk and hasty!” Someone calls out. Laughter ripples through the guests.

Daniel grins. “Yes, thank you Lando. But today we celebrate Y/N and Max formalizing their union after three wonderful years of marriage.”

He turns to Max. “Do you, Max, reaffirm your vow to love and cherish Y/N as your lawfully wedded wife, in plenty and want, in joy and sorrow, so long as you both shall live?”

Max gazes into your eyes. “I do, absolutely.”

Daniel repeats the question to you. You blink back joyful tears. “I do, with all my heart.”

“Wonderful!” Daniel says. “Now, the couple has prepared their own vows to share today.”

He gestures to Max, who clears his throat and takes both your hands in his.

“Y/N, that crazy night in Vegas, I never could have imagined where it would lead us. The past two years as your husband have been the best of my life. Every day with you and our daughter is a gift.”

Max’s voice cracks with emotion. “You are my rock, my inspiration, my very best friend. Thank you for taking a chance on me then and choosing to recommit to our partnership today.”

He dabs at his eyes as Daniel prompts you for your vows. You have to take a steadying breath around the balloon of love swelling in your chest.

“Max, what can I say? You’ve turned this reckless whim into the love story of a lifetime. Being your wife and mother of your child are the greatest honors I could imagine.”

You squeeze his hands, voice thick with feeling. “You challenge me, support me, and make me laugh and love more than I ever thought possible every single day. I vow to keep racing into the future with you by my side.”

There’s not a dry eye left as Daniel concludes the ceremony. “By the power vested in me by BecomeAnOfficiantIn20Minutes dot com, I now pronounce you man and wife … again!”

Max sweeps you into a deep kiss as your loved ones erupt into cheers. Vega toddles up to tug on your dress, wanting in on the family hug. You scoop her up and press kisses all over her face as Max wraps his arms around you both.

It’s a perfect moment.

The reception is a joyful and hilarious blur. At one point Max pulls you aside, nodding to where Vega is passed out in her godfather Christian’s arms after tiring herself out dancing.

“Can you believe we made that perfect little girl together?” Max murmurs.

You shake your head wonderingly. “She’s the best surprise to come out of that crazy night.”

Max kisses your temple. “I would marry you a hundred more times if it means I got to relive this journey with you over and over.”

You lean into him contentedly. However unorthodox the start of your relationship was, you’ve built an incredible life together.

And it’s only just beginning.

[nataliesfirefly]

You and I Walk a Fragile Line - Farleigh Start x F! Reader - Part 8

a/n: heyy loves! if you’ve stuck around for all 8 parts, thank you SOOO much. writing this series and receiving so many kind comments and love has really made the past month and a half so enjoyable. i cant believe i’m concluding my first fic already!! it’s been so fun and i definitely want to write more. shoutout to my friend @avessss who encouraged me to start posting even though i was really nervous. i couldn’t have done it without her 💕 but anyways enjoy the last chapter! not sure when i will post next but until then… message me, give suggestions, etc!! love you all SOO much 💌

word count: 4.6k words

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warnings: MDNI 18+, afab reader, smut, oral (reader receiving), p in v, making out, language, angst for like one second, FLUFF, mentions of alcohol, not proofread

“A pint, please. Thanks.” You smile at the bartender as you slide forward five pounds. You stand and wait patiently, leaning against the bar as he shuffles away to go fill up a tall glass of beer.

You hear your name being said from next to you. You turn to see a familiar girl with olive skin and long, silky black hair. Your brain takes a few seconds to compute who it is.

“Sasha! Hey,” You grin and she smiles brightly. “Hi. I didn’t know if it was you or not,” She chuckles and you stand there awkwardly, not sure of what to say.

“How’s life?” She asks. “Uhh, good. Can’t complain.” You shrug as the bartender slides you the beer across the counter. You take a sip as she nods.

“Same here. Just a little terrified of the fact that we are going to be seniors in a year,” She runs a hand through her hair with a sigh. “Me too, girl.” You nod in agreement.

“How was your summer?” Sasha asks. You let out a sigh unintentionally before fixing your facial expression.

“It was… good,” You nod slowly, almost trying to convince yourself. “I don’t know if you know but…There’s a rumor going around that you and Farleigh had somewhat of a summer fling,” She winces after she says this.

“Oh God,” You press a hand to your forehead and shake your head. “Who told you that?” You groan.

“I’m assuming it came from Felix. I’m not sure, but I just wanted to tell you…” She places a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. “If you ever need to talk or anything like that, let me know.” She says, her English accent soft and elegant.

She seems almost too nice. You’ve never seen Sasha like this, so it’s hard to believe.

“Thank you.” You dip your head and take another sip of beer. “I know I was never the nicest to you and we were never close, but I’m here for you.” Her hand falls from your shoulder gently.

“I think I was honestly just threatened by you,” She continues. You jerk your head towards her quickly and furrow your eyebrows.

“What? Why?” You scoff as if it’s absurd. “I always had this… gut feeling that he was in love with you or something. He would talk about you nonstop, about how much you annoyed him and how much he ‘hated you.’ I knew better,” She shakes her head.

“Oh. Shit. I’m sorry,” You feel bad, suddenly. Like you were the cause of their relationship problems.

“But that whole thing is over now,” You wave your hand dismissively. “He’s an asshole, isn’t he?” You both giggle at her words.

“He is. I can see why you broke up with him,” You nod, feeling no remorse for talking about Farleigh this way. It’s all true. But you also know Sasha had a lot to do with the shitty parts of their relationship.

“I’ll see you around, yeah?” She grins and holds up her hand, giving a tiny wave. “Yeah. See you,” You watch her walk away before turning back to your drink, grabbing it and heading to find an empty table.

You sigh, leaning down and fishing your textbook out of your bag. You still have four chapters to read before tomorrow. The first term of your junior year is kicking your ass, even though it’s only October.

Sooner or later, you see Felix walking through the entrance of the pub. You immediately crane your neck to search for any signs of Farleigh, since he usually follows Felix around. But thankfully, he’s not anywhere to be found.

You turn your attention back to your textbook, and when you glance back up, Felix is sitting across from you.

“Hey.” He smiles and you notice the cigarette between his fingers. “Hi. How are you?” You reply, not exactly in the mood to talk to him right now.

“Oh, you know. Just drowning in work,” He sighs and leans back in his chair, throwing his head back slightly.

“You and me both,” You chuckle lightly and close your textbook, knowing you won’t get anything read so long as Felix is here. He leans forward again and takes a drag from his cigarette.

“So…” He starts, trailing off. You raise your eyebrows. “So?”

“Are you and Farleigh ever going to make up?” He asks suddenly. You cough, surprised by the abrupt question.

“No.” You shake your head. “Don’t even try it, Felix.” You roll your eyes and he groans. “Please, we don’t even get to hang out much anymore because you’re avoiding him,” He whines.

“Then just… arrange a time to hang out with me when Farleigh isn’t there.” You grimace at the feeling of his name in your mouth. Felix facepalms. “C’mon. Look, I don’t know what happened between you two, but…”

“It sounds like you think you know what happened.” You narrow your eyes and he seems confused. “What?” He tilts his head.

“Lola told me you’re spreading rumors. Like, that Farleigh and I had some fling over the summer,” You explain, and he glances down like he’s been caught, before looking back up with amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“What, you thought no one would hear you two fucking at one in the morning? You guys were so loud, it’s like you wanted to be caught,” He chuckles and shakes his head. Your face burns beet red with embarrassment.

“I don’t judge you for it. I just didn’t expect it,” He says. “Okay, but that doesn’t mean you go telling everyone about it,” You reply.

“I didn’t mean to. I told one person in confidence.” Felix says. “You know you can’t trust these people to keep things to themselves,” You shake your head in disappointment.

“Okay, I’m sorry. But I think Farleigh really wants to talk to you.” He says, his tone persuasive and you immediately cringe.

“I’m not talking to him. Nothing will come of it,” You finish off your beer and set the glass on the table decisively.

“I just don’t want our friendship to be messed up because of this.” He says, sounding a bit sad. You look back up to him and see him glancing down at his lap.

“We’re good. It doesn’t have anything to do with you.” It comes off harsher than you meant it to, but Felix doesn’t seem to mind. “I can’t just forgive and forget, you know?”

He nods. “Yeah. Alright, then. Just consider talking to him. I’ll see you later, mate.” He drums his fingers on the table before standing up and walking to the bar. You sigh and decide to pack up your things after checking your watch and seeing the time. It’s getting late.

You stand up and grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. You walk out of the pub and down the cobbled streets while looking around and just observing the several groups of students, chatting loudly or laughing. The chilly autumn breeze tosses around crimson and golden leaves.

You go over your plans for the remainder of tonight in your head. You’re going to get back to your dorm, take a shower, then get the rest of your work done. That is, if you don’t procrastinate like you usually do.

You enter your dorm building and then stop in your tracks when you see him standing there, at the bottom of the stairs. It’s like you have a full body reaction to him standing in front of you, sending a chill down your spine and making your stomach churn. He doesn’t speak, he just stares at you. You step forward, walking up the stairs and completely ignoring him. “Can we please talk?” Farleigh calls your name.

“No, we can’t.” You respond, your tone harsh and bitter. You hear footsteps coming up the stairs behind you and you increase your pace, trying to get to your door and unlock it before he can catch up to you. But it’s no use, he’s already standing there behind you.

“Please. Just let me talk to you,” He begs. You shake your head. “Farleigh, I already know how this is going to go. You don’t talk.” You can’t even stand to look at him, even addressing him is difficult after all these months of not speaking.

“I’m going to talk. I swear. Please,” He pleads. “Fine,” You groan with exasperation as you unlock your door, although you’re sort of curious as to what he’s going to say.

He closes the door behind him and you go to sit on the edge of your bed after setting your things down and kicking off your shoes, looking at him expectantly. “Okay, talk.”

“I’m sorry. For everything.” Farleigh says, and it surprisingly sounds sincere. “I’m sorry for being a dick to you all these years. And those things I said at Saltburn, I didn’t mean any of it.” His voice is quiet and he looks down at the ground as he speaks. You blink a few times and take a moment to respond.

“Why would you say those things if you never meant them?” You ask, your own voice timid as you remember all the harsh and cruel words he said to you that one night.

“Did you mean it when you said you hated me and you wished we never met?” He fires back. You bite the inside of your cheek and avoid his gaze as regret washes over you. “...I never said–”

“Yes you did.” It’s silent and the tension in the air is palpable. It seems like you’re both waiting for who is going to speak next, but you aren’t exactly sure what to say.

“I just don’t understand why you’re so eager to apologize when you’ve literally hated me since the day we first met,” You chuckle sarcastically and shake your head. He falls silent, and when you glance back up to him, he looks nervous, like something’s on the tip of his tongue.

“That’s not… exactly true.” He mutters. “I never hated you. I’ve loved you since the moment I first saw you. That night at Saltburn, when Felix introduced us to each other. I saw you and I just felt… Something just came over me. I’d never felt it before. I mean, I was so captivated by you. I couldn’t sleep that night because I was thinking about you every second. And I was scared. I was so scared. So I was mean to you.”

He lets out a breath after his confession and you stare at him in disbelief. You’re barely processing anything he’s saying. Is this real? You feel like you should pinch yourself to make sure you’re not dreaming.

“And Felix never kept his friends around for long, so I knew I couldn’t get attached to you. I thought you were just passing by and that I would never see you again. But when you came back the next summer, then the next, and then you got into Oxford, I knew I was fucked.

“I just kept pushing my feelings down and instead of dealing with them, I was just… a bitch. I was trying to push you away and I was hoping that would get rid of my feelings. But it didn’t. And I regret it so, so much. I wasted all this time and I was being so stupid. I was just scared of love. I was scared of loving you.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes and you can hear your heart pounding in your chest. You swear you can see tears in his own eyes.

“What about Sasha?” You ask when you finally gather yourself. “Really? You don’t know why I dated Sasha?” He chuckles a bit like it should be obvious. You shake your head no.

“I just needed someone to distract me. I got with all those people to fill the void. I mean, Sasha and I’s relationship was purely based off of sex. And every single time, I pictured that it was you instead of Sasha. I would close my eyes and imagine it was you. I think that was the only way I was able to get off,” He laughs. Your eyes widen at his words and your stomach flips. So that was why he was always moaning like a bitch?

“So when we finally… I freaked out. It was getting too real, and so I pushed you away again. And I said some shitty things.” You blink and a few tears fall. You don’t even know how to describe how you’re feeling right now. So many emotions are building inside of you, and they’re so dense and heavy, you’re not sure how to comprehend them.

“I’m so, so fucking sorry.” Farleigh seems to notice that you’re crying. “You didn’t deserve any of that. I’m a fucking idiot,”

Before you know it you’re off of your bed, crashing into him and sobbing against his chest. He wraps his arms around you, locking you in a tight embrace and enveloping you in his warmth. Your shoulders shake as you feel all the emotions pouring out of you. He holds you like he’s never going to let go. You don’t want him to let go. Ever.

“I’m so sorry,” He whispers your name into your hair. “I’ll never do that to you again.” He continues muttering these things to you as you let him hold you, melting into the hug.

You look up at him and his brown eyes are illuminated with affection. Something about him is different. He’s softer, unlike his usual cold and teasing personality.

He gently moves some hair out of your face and kisses your forehead, causing you to blush and smile softly.

“Why did we waste so much time when we could have been together?” You ask timidly, more of a rhetorical question. He sighs and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Cause we’re stupid,” He chuckles and you let out a quiet laugh. “It doesn’t matter now. We have the rest of our lives to make up for it,” He grins down at you and you smile against his hand that cups your face. He leans down and you tilt your head up to meet his lips. The kiss you share is slow and sensual, like you’re both trying to savor each other for as long as possible, like you’re making up for all those years of fabricated hatred. You can’t deny that you missed his lips and the way that he kisses, the way his tongue licks into your mouth. He pulls away after a minute.

“But I still feel like I need to make it up to you,” Farleigh’s expression changes and his voice lowers to that familiar deep and gravelly sound. You can see the lust in his eyes and you feel butterflies swarming in your stomach.

“What should I do for you, baby?” His hands snake down to your hips as he lowers himself slowly to the ground until he’s on his knees. Your heart races and you feel chills racing across your skin.

He looks up at you and you swear your knees almost give out from underneath you just at the sight. “Far..” You giggle shyly and feel your face burn red.

His fingers fiddle with the waistband of your skirt, almost teasing you and waiting until you ask him to take it off. But after a moment he’s pulling it down gently, and you step out of it gingerly and nudge it to the side with your foot.

He groans and his hands roam up and down your thighs. “You’re so perfect,” He mumbles as he hooks your lace panties under his fingers and pulls them down as well, almost hurriedly this time like he’s just that eager to eat you out until you’re sobbing for him.

Without any warning or time to prepare, his mouth is already on you, tasting you passionately with his tongue and moaning, the vibrations going straight to your core.

You moan breathlessly, your hand reaching down to tangle in his curly hair for something to ground you, and he seems to like this. He keeps letting out these small, needy whines like he’s the one getting devoured.

Every swirl and flick of his tongue has you whimpering like you’re in pain, your legs feeling unstable and weak. He sucks on your clit and you feel two of his fingers already inching their way inside, curling inside of you deliciously. It’s all too much and your breath has turned into short, high-pitched, desperate huffs.

“Please- Shit, Farleigh,” The third finger he inserts draws a long moan out of you. You don’t care if your neighbors hear you. You’re too lost in the pleasure that he’s giving you, with no drawbacks or regret looming in the future. When you think about how he just confessed his love for you, it only brings you closer to the edge of your beautiful release.

He laps up your slick, his tongue getting dangerously close to your entrance. You gasp for air as his fingers leave, only to be replaced by his tongue. You whine at the new feeling of his tongue deep inside of you, his thumb circling your clit. You feel your climax approaching, threatening to make you crumble and beg for mercy.

A deep and guttural groan leaves him as he continues fucking you with his tongue. “Far, I’m close-“ Your hand twists in his hair and you roll your hips against his face absentmindedly, almost like you’re stuck in a trance.

His tongue slips out of you, his nose nudging against your clit. Then, you’re gone. You feel like you’re floating, like you’re the only two people in the world right now, all your thoughts disappearing as that divine ecstasy shoots through your veins and melts your muscles and your bones.

He stands back up and takes you into his strong arms, cradling you as he brings you over to your bed, with occasional kisses along the way. You both pull away to tear off your clothes. You hurriedly pull off your sweater and your bra and toss them aside, hearing them land somewhere on the floor. Farleigh takes his own shirt off and his jeans, revealing that beautiful body you’ve subconsciously been dreaming of.

“Lay down,” You tell him with some sort of newfound confidence. You’ve never been on top before, but right now you want to pay him back and give him all that you have to offer.

“Mmm,” He hums in response, laying down on your small, twin-sized bed. You climb onto the bed and straddle him, feeling slightly nervous as his hands rest on your hips. You keep your hands on his chest as you grind your hips down onto him, feeling the form of him through his boxers.

He’s rock hard, and it only encourages you to continue to grind against him, rolling your hips smoothly and slowly. He whimpers and grips your hips harder, biting his lip. “Fuck, baby,” He moans, his hips bucking up slightly to meet yours.

You can’t wait anymore. You reach down and maintain eye contact as you slowly pull down his boxers, shuffling them down his legs.

It’s definitely intimidating, but you’re determined to ride him. He looks up at you. “Is this okay?” He asks, his hands returning to your hips. You nod. “Yeah,” You reply before rising up on your knees and adjusting yourself before sinking down onto him.

You wince at the delicious pain as your teeth sink into the plush of your bottom lip, his hands guiding you further down his length. A string of curses leave his lips once his whole cock is inside of you. He definitely missed this.

You place your hands on his chest again as you begin to drag your hips back and forth. He whimpers and whispers your name like a prayer. “That’s it, fuck-“ His grasp on your hips tighten and you can already guess that you’ll have bruises.

You rock your hips back and forth, creating a better pace for the two of you as he thrusts up into you. That pained look crosses his face again as you make eye contact. You’re completely enthralled by the sight of each other, a sheen of sweat forming on both of your foreheads. Your head falls back once you finally find the perfect angle that brings you such satisfaction, your jaw going slack. “Baby,” He begs, breathing heavily.

You feel yourself growing tired from the fast rhythm, and you slow down, still circling your hips on top of him. He seems to sense that you’re growing fatigued, so he flips the two of you over, switching your places. You’re dizzy and caught off guard, but you focus on his eyes as he takes over, slowly thrusting into you with long strokes.

Farleigh reaches down to grab your hand, intertwining your fingers together and holding on tightly. He lowers his head to pepper kisses across your forehead, your nose, your cheeks. He brushes some hair out of your face.

“I love you,” He mutters, his nose rubbing against yours. Your eyes widen at his words and your heart skips a beat. You squeeze his hand weakly and grin.

“I love you too,” You whisper back, feeling tears brimming in your eyes. “I love you so much,” You tell him, and he lets his head fall into the crook of your neck as he moans desperately, his thrusts faltering. Your other hand rests on the top of his head, stroking his curls. You both finish at the same time, whispering each other’s names and more confessions of love. It’s meaningful, beautiful, and sweet. Something you’ve craved but never experienced. That is, until now.

He collapses next to you and eventually pulls out of you, causing you to grunt just a bit. You lay there, your legs entangled with his and his arms around you protectively. He pulls the sheets over the two of you and continues to kiss you slowly with so much passion and affection.

Farleigh pulls away and swipes the tears off your cheeks, his gaze never leaving yours. You take his hand in yours once again and press your forehead against his.

“I could get used to this,” You whisper with a cheeky grin. He laughs softly. “Really?” He responds sarcastically, raising his eyebrows.

“Really.” You giggle quietly and he presses another kiss to your cheek. “I would consider spending the rest of my life with you,” He shrugs nonchalantly and you can’t seem to stop smiling. You don’t think you’ve ever been this happy in your life.

“You’d consider it? Woah, thanks,” You say with fake awe, gasping. “I’ve been considering it for a while, actually,” He mutters, running his fingers through your hair. “Have you?” You whisper, suddenly feeling sleepy. Everytime he holds you like this, it puts you right to sleep. You feel so safe and loved in his arms.

“Mhm.” His other hand rests on the small of your back and you feel your eyelids growing heavy. “I love you, Farleigh,” You whisper. “I love you too.” He replies, and with that, you drift off to sleep, with no cares or worries in the world, now that you’ve finally solved your problems with Farleigh. You’re so glad you gave him a second chance.

The next morning you wake up to Farleigh pulling you closer to him, nuzzling his head in your chest and groaning. You yawn and glance over to your bedside table, checking the time on your alarm clock. 9:42 AM.

Shit. You forgot about your class. It started at 9:30. Oh well. You groan and let your head fall back onto the pillow, rubbing your forehead.You pat Farleigh’s head, his curls sticking out at awkward angles but still managing to look cute.

You shiver and reach down to pull the duvet over yourself. He stirs at your movement and eventually, his dark brown eyes open.

A grin immediately appears on his face as he looks at you, taking in your appearance. Thank God you hadn’t worn makeup the day before. You were in your natural state, besides the messy hair. He traces his finger along your jawline and you smile, tilting your head.

“Good morning,” He wraps you up in his arms again, desperate to be close to you. His voice is deep and raspy. You’ll never get tired of his morning voice.

“Morning,” You reply, snuggling up to him and breathing in his scent. He kisses the top of your head and rubs your back soothingly.

“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt about waking up next to you?” Farleigh asks. You giggle quietly. “Well, your wish came true,” You reply with a quick raise of your brows.

Suddenly, you remember what Lola said that one night at Saltburn as you think about you and Farleigh’s relationship over the years.

“Lola told me something a few months ago,” You start. “Mmm, and what was that?” He responds.

You inhale slowly. “She said that you were looking for me one morning and you came by our dorm, and you seemed very worried about me,” You smile at the thought, knowing what you know now.

“Oh. Yeah, I remember that. I was always worried sick about you. Whether you got home after a night out, if you drank too much, if some guy took advantage of you…” He trails off and sighs.

“Really?!” You ask, gazing up at him in shock. “You’re so confusing,” You let out a breathy laugh and shake your head.

“Do you remember our first night at Oxford? The very first party we went to?” He asks. You nod. He fiddles with a strand of your hair.

“After our little… argument, I stayed away from you the rest of the night. But then it was getting late, and I couldn’t find you, and I didn’t know if you knew the way back to your dorm. When I went into the bathroom I found you passed out on the floor. Black out drunk.” He explains, his voice soft.

“Anyone could have found you, or taken advantage of you. So I picked you up and carried you back to your dorm and tucked you into your bed.” Your eyes widen as your brain registers his words. Lola never told you about that.

“And when we were talking that night on the steps outside at Saltburn when we couldn’t sleep, the first summer you were there, you fell asleep on my shoulder. So I carried you up to your room.”

It’s silent for a minute as you process this. Was it a common theme for Farleigh to carry you to your bed when you were passed out?

“I never knew you cared that much.” You whisper, reaching up to play with one of his curls. “I don’t think I knew, either.” He mumbles.

You kiss him, slowly and gently, smiling against his lips. He grins, breaking the kiss, before holding the back of your head and guiding you back to him.

And you really believe that in this moment, you could die happy. You want to spend the rest of your life with him. The hot August nights, the freezing December mornings, the summer days under cerulean skies. The good days and the bad days. You can’t even remember how it felt to hate Farleigh. Every single trace of dislike for him is gone, erased completely from your heart. All that’s left is a love too strong to comprehend.

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[stevie-petey]

can we get a halloween blurb? i’d love to see season 1-2 bug take the kids trick or treating or something cute along the lines of thay!!

I SAVED THIS BABY FOR HALLOWEEN !!! absolutely yes i miss writing bug with all the boys </33

enjoy !

"jonathan will be here any minute."

"why do we have to wait for him? its his fault hes late." dustin grumbles, tossing his pillow sack over his shoulder. the bag hits softly against the padding of his hulk costume.

you fix one of his skewed shoulder pads. "hes our ride, buddy. be nice."

"some candy would be nice."

ignoring your brother, you adjust your own costume. this year you let the party choose what you dressed as, and honestly you shouldve known better. the witch hat they shoved on your head is heavier than you ever thought possible and the fake, pointy nose they snickered at smells like feet.

jonathan, however, absolutely loves your costume.

"nice nose, bug." he snorts, flicking the fake tip with his finger. it wiggles in a gross, comedic way that agitates you further.

"i'll kill you."

will pokes his head to the front. "i think you look nice, y/n."

"and this is why you're my favorite, little bee."

will beams at you, looking painfully adorable in his quicksilver costume. the frayed edges of his suit tells you that joyce made it.

when mike sees you, he almost chokes on his candy. it takes lucas and jonathan aggressively swatting his back to dislodge the wafer. mike sputters on the ground, panting heavily. its truly a sight to see: lucas, dressed as blade, attacking mike, dressed as captain america.

"almost died." mike breathes out, pointing a lazy finger at your nose. "but that was so worth it."

you glare at the kid, kicking his padded stomach. he screeches and rolls on the ground to avoid your foot while dustin, lucas, and will all laugh.

jonathan stands to the side with them, watching you fondly. he hadnt worn a costume tonight. instead, he brought a backpack full of your old clothes and an extra jacket for you tonight. when you told him what the boys had wanted you to wear, he knew youd last only half the night. as much as you love to please the party, theres only so much you can last wearing an old, smelly plastic nose.

and jonathan is right. after the first few blocks around mikes neighborhood, he notices you ducking your head down as you pass strangers. a little girl screams when she sees you at one point.

"im sorry!" you shout to her mom, wincing. the woman glares at you and tugs her child away angrily. you turn and sigh, leaning against jonathan. "theres no way my costume is that scary."

jonathan rubs your side. "the nose is a bit... rough."

"im gonna kill mike."

"we both know it was dustins idea."

"hey, slowpokes!" mike shouts at you and jonathan. "hurry up, the rich are running out of the big candy bars!"

you tilt your head. "did he just say 'the rich'?"

jonathan kisses your head. "yeah. ive taught him well."

"he knows that hes the rich, right?" the wheelers practically live in a mansion, as far as youre concerned.

"not yet," tugging your hand, jonathan hurries your footsteps so as to not get yelled at by mike again. "hes in for a rude awakening when he realizes, though."

at some point in the night, sometime after dustin skins his knee running after a frog and you ditched the witch costume for the clothes jonathan brought you, the late october chill sets in.

will shivers slightly as he walks, his costume too thin to protect against the weather. dustin and the others are up ahead, eager to get to the last few houses before curfew. jonathan is with them. its his turn to knock on the door, anyways.

"you cold?" you ask will, not even bothering to wait for his response before taking your own jacket off. "here."

"no, im okay-" he tries to shrug it off, but you quickly zip the jacket, locking his small body inside.

"nope. cant have you getting sick. your mom would kill me."

will snorts. "my mom would never kill you. she loves you more than she loves me and jonathan."

you giggle, shoving him gently. "and i intend to keep it that way."

"y/n!" lucas calls over, waving a bag of cookies in the air. "this house gave us cookies. they suck. do you want 'em?"

"im good," you decline, shaking your head. "but dont be rude, im sure they were baked with love."

"more like baked with acid." dustin gags, spitting his out. he starts to wipe his tongue with the back of his hand and youre too tired to berate him.

will takes a bite and immediately spits his out as well. lucas and mike argue over who gets to chug water first to rid the taste in their mouths.

theyre a mess. a giant, chaotic, forceful mess.

but you catch jonathans eyes and find that hes staring at them fondly too. linking your arm through his, you rest your head against his shoulder. "what are we going to do with them, bee?"

jonathan laughs. "i have no idea."

[pixxiies]

ꨄ MAKE IT UP . 𓂃 ㅤ۫ ㅤ⊹

— c.s. series | part 1 . .

pairing :: chris sturniolo x fem!oc

summary :: in which isabella decantis has to share a dorm room with her high school enemy, chris sturniolo.

word count :: 1,390 k

warnings :: swearing, angst (??), lowercase intentioned, 3rd person, chris is a dick, drinking, throwing up, fluff if u squint, n thats it

a/n :: yall r crazy for getting tense to 800 notes 😭😭 i love u guys all dearly. also the story line is js smth i ended up doing on c.ai and i thought it was realy good so 😁 also credits to maxine for the name she said she wouldnt read this if i didnt give her credits

COLD was what amber-eyed isabella decantis felt while walking down the long hallway. after waiting for weeks and even months, she had finally gotten accepted into her dream college. the brunette girl looked down at the small folded paper to know which dorm was hers. to her surprise, the hallway was empty on move in day. she knew how hard had been working and how much money she paid to get one of the dorms that have a private bathroom. she knew she deserved this.

‘ROOM 617’ was said on the small sign on the door. isabella put her boxes down after struggling to carry them for almost 10 minutes. she excitedly took out the key to unlock the door, but it was already open. bella raised her eyebrow slightly, a bit shocked that her dorm mate would already be here. she opened the door slowly while letting out a soft, “hello?”

her amber eyes met with blue eyes. “uhm.. what the fuck are you doing here?” chris mumbled, getting up from his bed. isabella’s jaw clenched as she looked back down at the folded paper. “this is room 617?” she spoke with anxiety laced into her tone. “are ya’ blind?” the brunette boy spoke coldly. “no because if i was, i wouldn’t already know that im gonna have to be with you.” she spat as she kicked her boxes filled with clothes and other things into the room.

bella picked up the few boxes and placed them on top of her bed. the room now completely silent, she took a box knife that she had in her purse and started to open the boxes up. “cant fucking believe im gonna have to be stuck with you for the entire year.” chris mumbled under his breath, thinking that isabella couldn’t hear him when in reality she did. “well we both wouldn’t be pissed off if you didn’t bully me through all of high school, wouldn’t we sturniolo?” isabella snapped.

“well thats what you deserve for being all slutty n shit when you fucked every guy in school decantis.” he argued back, not even looking up from his phone. bella paused from packing to turn to chris. her hands rested on her love handles. “excuse you! your the one who played every girl in bell borne! remember lizzy? yeah, you fucked around with her for a bit and then you cheated on her with her sister.” she retorted with frustration laced into her words. “but ohhh, no remember that one time when you cheated on her sister with her bestfriend?” bella continued, pissed off that chris was probably not even listening.

“oh please bella! you sent nudes to basically all of the guys during junior and senior year. dont act all innocent and act like you didn’t do anything.” chris finally snapped as he put his phone down. “jesus christ and you fucked how many guys in the bathroom?” he didn’t stop there. “don’t be coming after me sayin shit like im a player when you were a slut too.” he finally stopped. isabella rolled her eyes, turning her back to chris. “oh so now what? when i finally say the truth you stay quiet? is that what hurts you to know bella?” he taunted.

“that’s because its all a shitty humor chris! i didn’t fuck anybody in any bathroom, i didn’t send nu— well i sent nudes to my boyfriend.. i didnt send nudes to any other guy but him!” she defended herself while throwing her hands up with mercy. “for fucks sake chris you’re just like your ex girlfriend. she was such a fucking dick. you know you were nicer in eighth grade but when you started to date her during the summer you became a prick. guessing you also played her then?” bella added, tilting her head to the side slightly while crossing her arms. after a few seconds of awkwardness, isabella knew chris was finally silenced, atleast for now.

bella turned back to her things and continued to unpack everything. she carefully placed things on top of the shelfs next to her bed. her dainty crystals, her box of tarot cards, her little jewelry box, everything that she had loved. but it wasn’t too soon until the silence started to kill her. she then remembered that he had brought her vinyl player along with two or three records. the brunette girl carefully opened the book that held them, then taking them out. happily, isabella plugged in the vinyl player and putting on a mac demarco record on to play. chris groaned quietly as the music started to fill the room. “jesus what is this shit?” he asked while getting up from his bed to turn off the music.

“its music…” bella mumbled, quickly turning it back on. “well yeah it sounds depressing, who listens to that kinda stuff.” chris argued as he turned it back off. the girl pouted slightly. “people who listen to mac demarco?? if its bothering you so much then get out while i finish unpacking.” she shrugged. chris didn’t give her an audible reply, instead just simply putting his shoes on and leaving the room. isabella let out a small sigh of relief, thankful she had the room to herself now for a while.

. . . .

isabella was now in her nicely made bed comfortably. her wired earbuds connected to her phone which played music softly into her pierced ears. she hummed to herself quietly once she noticed the time. 1:03am. the brunette girl couldn’t actually help but feel a little bit worried about where he was. but of course, she quickly brushed it off and enjoyed how cozy she was currently. soon enough, a loud thud hit the door. isabella’s eyebrow raised slightly while lazily getting out of bed.

the brunette walked over to the door, taking out one earbud while opening it. her eyes met chris’ eyes. his hair stook out everywhere and some of it stuck to his forehead, his hand holding a bottle of something, his eyelids droopy, and his scent reeking of alcohol and his cheap cologne. “jesus what did you do?” bella asked while moving to the side to let chris in. “mmmhh” he rather giggled. he belly-flopped onto his bed and wiggled around on it for a while, bella assuming he was trying to get comfortable. “are you.. drunk?” she asked, crossing her arms. “don’t be ridicu-lush.. ‘m not that drunk.” he slurred while continuing to giggle like a baby.

isabella hesitated, but she grabbed the bottle that was in his grasp. “jesus! vodka chris?” she groaned in annoyance. he let out a small hiccup in reply that kinda made her laugh. isabella just watched him wriggle around in his bed before his body shot up. “what now?” she mumbled. “im gonna throw up.” chris groaned as he quickly ran to the bathroom that was connected to the dorm. the brunette girl ran after the boy as he kneeled down in-front of the toilet to throw up. isabella who had emetophobia, was also not doing well. her fingers lightly held chris’ front pieces of hair back with one hand patting his back gently, trying not to look at the throw up.

“there ya go..” she whispered quietly. after he was done doing his thing, isabella grabbed a plastic cup and filled it up with tap water. “here, drink some water.” the brunette said, then flushing the toilet. chris gladly took the cup of water and took little sips. “feel better?” she asked as she leaned against the sink counter, looking down at chris on the floor. “hm, i think ‘m still drunk.” he admitted, putting the cup down. isabella hummed quietly, nodding her head as she stuck out a hand to help chris up. “get some sleep.” she suggested while walking chris back into the room. “m’kay..” he babbled while quickly flopping back on his bed.

the amber-eyed girl turned off the bathroom lights then walked over to her bed. she had also decided to go to sleep. isabella turned off her lamp and put her phone to charge. her body slid underneath her sheets and blankets. she heard chris snore like a truck, “great.” she thought. honestly though, she didn’t mind it that much. after staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, she quickly fell asleep.

a/n ;; STARTING MY FIRST SERIES 🙀🙀🙀 this might be a bit messy for the first part but i do hope u guys enjoyed it!!

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[cherriqa]

+.*i get those goosebumps every time*.+

SUMMARY: he just cant shake the feeling that somebody knows... let alone his own wife..

NICK GOODE (1994) X FEM! READER

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AUTH NOTE: aahhhdgfgy first fic!! based on the song goosebumps by Travis Scott 😍😍😍😍 (update, it’s been like 5 months since i started writing this.. i’m so sorry 😭😭🫶🫶)

"hello?" you ask, twirling the landline phone cord between your index and middle finger. "shit, sorry hun.." you notice the voice instantly, its your husband Nick. "sorry forr..?" you trail off, now curious. "um.. ill be home late again." his voice is low and laced with slight malice. "oh." is all you manage to say. you turn to look back in the dining room. your children are sitting happily at the table, eating spaghetti bowls.

"are you upset?" he questions, slightly nervous. "no! its fine.. ill put your food in the fridge then.." you mumble into the speaker. he sighs before speaking again. "listen, i gotta go but ill be back when you wake up. promise." he tries to sound as cheery as possible, but you can see right through the act. "okay, bye! i love you." you murmur with a small smile as the line clicks.

something is up, you can tell. you set the phone down before heading into the dining room and picking up your husbands plate. your daughter looks up at you, her curly pigtails bouncing as she swings her legs off the chair. “mommy… where’s daddy..?” she asks, her voice laced with worry. “baby, he’s fine.. he’s just caught up with work again.” you manage a smile. she nods before going back to eating.

about 4 hours later, you hear the door open and the familiar leather shoe footsteps. your husband in all his glory walks into the living room. “well hi there..” Nick says with a small grin. he walks over to you, sitting beside you on the sofa. “how was work..?” you ask, resting your head on his shoulder. he shrugs, “boring, as per usual.” the way he says it makes you giggle. “you’re sweaty, my love.” you kiss his cheek, making him smile again.

“ouch.” he jokes, standing up again. “i’ll go have a shower then.” you nod and watch as he turns around. “and by the way, could you find me that book.. um.. the one about criminology!” he recalls, to which you respond with a small “yup!” before you too, stand up.

you hear him walk up the stairs as you reach the bookshelf. as you look around, you spot a small knob out of the corner of your eye. you try to ignore it, thinking your vision is just playing tricks on you again. that is, until a passing train nearby causes the knob to rattle. you quirk your eyebrow, setting the newly found book down on the coffee table before inspecting the round knob closer.

as you get a better look, you realise that it belongs to a trapdoor that you happen to have never noticed. ‘strange..’ you think to yourself before turning it slowly. you’d think it’d be locked, considering you’ve never noticed it in your 8 years of living in your house. but it isn’t. the door slowly creaks open and the light from inside the living room shines into the small space.

upon further inspection, you spot a few candles, all of which definitely had been lit within the last few hours considering the faint smell of candle smoke. but also another thing worth noting, the two large stones with writing etched into them. one’s been fully covered, the second having almost just been started. you can only read the last 3 lines of the second stone.

RUBY LANE

THOMAS SLATER

RYAN TORRES

you make a face, weird that the last three shady side killer names are etched into.. wait.

what..?

[goingferalforhim]

[ just doing my job ]

📂 big bro! gojo satoru x geto! fem! reader ( x bf! toge inumaki ) . somewhere along the way gojo became your big brother (and he loves to tease you about your love life) . mentions of reader and gojo missing suguru .

“they remind you of us, right?”

“maybe a bit,” you shrug, wearing a grin as you peer up at the white haired man. “yuji’s definitely funnier than you ever were tho.”

your teacher scoffs, flicking your forehead. “you were a child, you don’t remember anything.”

“I actually remember a good bit of my childhood, thank you very much.” you hiss as you rub at your head.

the two of you fall into a silence once again, turning to face the group of students in front of you. your gaze lingers from the three first years arguing to the three second year students—your classmates. they each stand, looking bored and fed up, as they wait for the other three to settle down; something the man beside you should be encouraging.

as you catch bits and pieces of the argument broken out on the training field you giggle to yourself, your mind returning back to when you were younger and would witness your brother, gojo, and shoko have their moments of disagreements—it usually ended in them turning to you, a literal child, for a final say.

“you don’t think I’m an attention seeker, right?” satoru had pouted, tilting his head to the side. shoko and suguru groaning behind him in unison. “say no and i’ll buy you something,” the white haired teen whispered as he leaned forward.

“whoa! whoa! whoa! there will be no bribing,” suguru had shoved himself between the two of you now and the argument had only escalated from there. but in the end satoru did buy you something, and then a few more somethings—“what I cant spoil my sister?”

“she’s my sister, satoru.”

your lips press into a thin line as you blink away the image of your brother, a dull ache pulsing through your heart—you missed him. you missed the way he’d comb your hair and twirl it back into a bun, you missed how he’d patiently sit and allow you to paint his nails different colours—sometimes he’d even allow you to give him a face of makeup to match his whole look. “don’t you look pretty,” satoru would mumble as he welcomed himself into suguru’s dorm—bags of snacks for the three of you to share.

he always bought your favourites—even now; whenever satoru returned from a mission it was always expected that he’d return baring some sort of treat or candy he spotted throughout his journey, even if it was simply heading down the block. satoru loved his sweets. yuji often complained as your teacher handed you a gift.

the pink hair boy would pout and wonder where his candy was, but you always shared—and eventually satoru had gotten into the habit of buying multiple treats. “you don’t have to buy more than one, satoru. its fine, really.” but in gojo fashion he ignored your statement and proceeded to arrive at your dorm with a plastic bag full of your favourite sweet pink-packaged candies that you loved so much.

sometimes he’d arrive at your dorm to hear your vibrant laughs or the constant chatter of you and your fellow students as you played games and caught up after classes.

he’d knock softly and wait, never opening the door unless you called out or did it yourself. his tall frame would loom over you as you peered up at him from the doorway, he’d grin and extend an arm—plastic bag crinkling at the movement. your own hands would grip the handles and pull them to your side. “thank you, ‘toru.”

“just doing my job,” he’d joke. at first it confused you, but you hadn’t questioned it. you suppose this was apart of his job, going out and fighting curses, and then returning with candy. but one night when he arrived at your door he expected silence, the sun had set hours ago and he planned on leaving the bag of sweets outside your door to find in the morning—but when your muffled sobs greeted his ears he found his knuckles softly tapping at the wood separating the two of you. “sweetheart?” he was met with silence, but your sobs had ceased. “you don’t have to let me in,” he whispers. “but I just need to know if you’re okay.”

“you can come in, satoru.” your voice was strained, and the mere sound of it practically shattered his heart.

he pops the door open slightly, “are you sure? if you wanna be alone thats alright.” his blue eyes meet your bloodshot one as you nod. he shuts the door softly and settles himself on the edge of your bed, his fingers mindlessly tracing the pattern of your duvet.

“do you ever miss him?”

your question catches him off guard, but he nods. “all the time,” he sighs.

“what do you do? you know, to make it better?” he slumps, his hand reaching for yours. you let him take it, he cringes at the coolness to your touch—taking your hand between both of his to attempt to warm your fingertips.

“I like to think about all the fun we had together, things we liked to do…sometimes I like to pretend he’s still here.” he admits with a soft shrug, his gaze still on your hand sandwiched between his.

“me too,” you hum—shuffling closer, leaning on his side. he sighs and places his head atop yours. the scent of his bodywash comes off of him in waves and the linger of his lavender shampoo tickles at your nose. “thank you for always being here for me.”

“just doing my job,” his forefinger and thumb pinch at your cheek, you swat him away as his words settle in. his job hadn’t been going on missions and bringing you back a sweet, his job was going on a mission and bring you back a sweet—because he was your brother.

you’re not sure when satoru became your brother, but one day he had stolen you away from suguru to go and have a brother-sister date—at the time you had only giggled at his words, but now…

satoru contacted you every morning with his schedule for the day, and if anything in the routine shifted he’d tell you—I just want you to know where I am in case you ever need me. at breakfast, lunch, and dinner he’d send you a text and asked if you ate—and if he was around he’d offer to get you you’re favourite take out. and in true brotherly fashion—when nobara had let it slip that you were going on a date with toge later one night, gojo satoru became peak big brother.

he didn’t know if he should send the younger boy glares or poke at him. should he threaten him or tell him your embarrassing stories?

which leads to now. the two of you watching the other students attempt to train.

“toge is looking at you,” you scoff and shove at his shoulder.

“stop.”

“what? I thought you loved him,” the smirk is prominent on his lips.

“we…we haven’t said the L-word yet,” you blush—your gaze focused on your hands as they sit in your lap. satoru chuckles from above you.

you glance up, peeking through your lashes—and just as satoru had said, toge stands staring at you.

his gentle eyes meet yours, and even from where you sit you can see the way the corners crinkle with his hidden smile.

“well, just by that smile alone I can tell he loves you.”

© goingferalforhim

[kaisworlds]

SOMETHING with gaz PLEASE!! ANYTHING!! MY BOY IS STARVING!!!!

smirky face emoji

tbh idek what this is its so bad too someone help this fucking wristers block in murdering me and my unborn kids

cw: ooc gaz 😥 kissing👹 jealous kyle🤘

no one would have expected the sergent to be the one getting dicked down by the new recruit but here they are.

its only been a few months since you joined the force, constantly flirting with everyone but of course keeping in professional. not noticing the eyes watching you as you shamelessly flirt with soap listening to the cheesey pick up lines you two use on each other.

however your favourite person to make subtle advances towards is definitely sergent kyle, you could tell he liked it by the way he avoids eye contact as his cheeks deepen in color telling you how unprofessional it is. you dont do it as much anymore actually worrying for the sake of your job with how much he asks threatens to report you even though it was always empty promises.

you notice how he has been picking on you more, making you run errands like a chore boy so you decide to confront him knocking on his office door waiting for the quiet hum before walking in and standing across the desk from him.

he looks up from his paper work raising an eyebrow "yes? do you need anything?" trying to sound somewhat intimidating ignoring the way his heart picks up pace by simply being alone with you.

"no disrespect sir but i feel as though i am being treated unfairly with the distribution of chores around the base and i would like to wonder why" eyes scanning over his face, watching as he goes to rub his stubble, something he does when he is nervous, usually being yelled at by the captain but its just you two why would he be nervous.

confusion dusts your brain until it all clicks

"holy shit youre jealous arent you" kyle's eyes widen as he blinks "excuse me? what are you getting at here" his accent pushing through brutally hoping he doesnt get caught up in his small crush for you or maybe a small (huge.) part of him wants you to like him back. "im saying youre jealous of the other people i've been flirting with...and maybe even angry at me since i stopped messin 'round with you yeah?" leaning forward onto the table, he cant help up stare at how your muscles are bulging out of your shirt sleeves before replying "and what if i am its got nothing to do with how much chores you do im not petty" he keeps his eyes to the pages scattered across his desk as he feels your presence lurking around the desk until he feels a hand coming from behind resting on his shoulder "if you liked me you couldve just told me kyle" your lips are so close to his ear if he turned his head-

he couldnt even finish his thought before he felt a hand on his cheek turning his face as you plant a kiss on his lips a quick one that has him slightly chasing your lips "you know for a sergeant you're pretty desperate...going as far as to put me through manual labor just to get back at me" he shys away guilt slightly taking over him "you're cute though" he huffs before chuckling its been years since anyone called him cute

[lildashofheaven1]

‘Dancing Queen’

Jamie Campbell Bower x Dancer Reader

Reader is a dancer and Jamie is there for her when she gets injured

“Y/n we’re ready for your tech run in 5!’ I hear getting yelled outside my dressing room

Before i left the room i sat on my chair and got my pointe shoes on.

I heard a knock on my door

“Ill be out in a second!” I reply

The door opened to see my blonde,blue eyed boyfriend smiling at me

“Oh hi love” i smiled as i tied up my second shoe

“Hi darling, you okay?” I stood next to him

“Yeah just kind of nervous, havent properly performed in months” i say as i stroke my leotard ridding it of any fluff etc.

Jamie noticed me looking in the mirror anxiously, fixing my hair and make up etc.

He gently grabbed my hands and said

“Your going to do amazing my love, you always do, your a beautiful dancer and i cant wait to see you in the actual show tonight, now go out there and show everyone what you do best” he said quietly down my ear and he walked me to the door

“Ill be sat in the audience watching my love, break a leg” he smiled as i walked to backstage.

“Jamie took his seat in the audience, he was here because i was only needed to run through my performance and then he’s driving me back to our house.

Tech days simply weren’t fun, i’ve been here for hours just waiting for my turn to run through my performance making sure the lights and music are correct.

As i was stood in the wings, i looked out to see family members and partners sat waiting for my cast mates to be done here.I saw Jamie sat on the third row from the front waiting for me to get on stage, he looked around and saw me in the wings.He smiled and waved at me, i waved back and he blew me a kiss.I heard the performer before me’s music end so it was my turn to go on stage.

I walked on confidently and waited for my music to start

Come on, skinny love, just last the year

Pour a little salt, we were never here

For the first two lines of the song, i start centre stage on my knees with my head in my hands, i raise one arm at a time and lift myself up onto my pointe shoes and begin travelling the stage with grace, i begin my sequence of 6 pirouette’s

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

After the pirhouettes i got to downstage left and do an arabesque and the run into my Jeté leap across the stage and end the leap with 2 pirouettes.

Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer I tell my love to wreck it all

Cut out all the ropes and let me fall

On these three lines i travel across downstage spinning and when i reach centre stage, i perform a Sauté.

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

On this line i repeat the 6 pirouettes.

Right in this moment, this order's tall

For this line i run upstage onto the raised segment of the stage and prepare to do the biggest trick in my performance. A double pirouette on the small platform and then leap off of it and land into a split.

While in the air i was supposed to raise my leg above my head and land on my hands and then get into the split.

And I told you to be patient

And I told you to be fine

And I told you to be balanced.

On these lines i started the pirouettes and go to do the leap off of the platform. While im mid air, i try to raise my leg above my head however i underestimated how little amount of time i would have and didn’t raise it high enough in time and landed on my knee fully shattering it on the floor.

3rd person Pov

As y/n landed on her knee on stage, the scream of pain the followed alerted everyone in the theatre that the leap had gone terribly wrong.

Jamie leaped out of his seat at the immediate sign of his lover in pain.

“Y/n!” He yelled out as he jumped over the two rows of seats in front of him and threw himself on the stage with a jump to be with her.

“Y/n my love, where does it hurt?” He said as he moved a few strands of hair from her face.

“My k-knee” she replied in floods of tears.

Both of them knew how bad an injury can be for a dancer, both of them silently praying this wasnt serious.

“Y/n we’ve got medics on the way!” Anthony (the choreographer) said as he walked over and knelt next the girl who was writhing in pain with her head resting on Jamie’s lap.

A few minutes later, we were informed that the medics wouldn’t be able to get into the theatre, so they were going to have to get y/n to the ambulance another way.

“Y/n your gonna have to stand up darling, now if you stand on your other leg ill pick you up okay?” Jamie said to the terrified girl, to which she nodded silently, eyes wide with pain.

Y/n struggled to stand on her other leg while using Jamies arm to steady herself. As soon as they both were up, Jamie lifted her up and carried her bridal style into the ambulance.

“Your gonna be okay my love, you did so well, your gonna be okay” Jamie said as he planted gentle kisses on her knuckles as they drove to the hospital.

[cheesiestburger]

a/n: brain in permanent rot for this- just grrrr bark bark, also, sorry for not replying to this eirlier lol, brain fog is killing me. ngl hes a little ooc in this, idk why i wrote his like this but its what my brain demanded soooo (also aslo, this is not proof read. apologies for any spelling mistakes of just flat out missing letters.)

Characters: Alpha! Katsuki bakugou x Omega! Reader

Warnings: suggestive towards end

Summary: Pro-hero Dynamight catches a glimps of you as he walks by on his patrole, and wants to know more about you.

𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜

Katsuki Bakugou is all that an alpha should be. He's years spent working to be a hero, working to protect, climbing the ranks to the top 10 after only a few years in the feild- earning his title an Alpha- and it shows.

The man is built like a god, strong arms made for carrying heavy loads, thighs like treetrunks, always working to push him forward to where he needs to be. The area surrounding him exudes pure power, that, and his scent. He could have anything, anyone, he wants- whether he asks for it or he takes it himself.

You, however, work at a local bakery, usually behind the cash register, or waiting tables with all kinds of sweet treats and coffee- whatever was needed at the time. A few weeks ago, Pro-Hero dynamight had a change to his schedule, with a new patrol route that just happens to pass by your workplace.

He saw you through the window on the first day of his new route, as he grumbled away to himself about 'how stupid this is' (he was a creature of habit, after all), and he was struck at first by your face. He thought it was beautiful- intricate lines making up your eyes, the creasse in your brow as you lost yourself in thought- and then he walked past, and you were gone. He had half wanted to turn around and see more, maybe go inside and ask your name, but of course that would seem strange- stupid, even, he told himself, so he continued walking, with you at the back of his mind.

The next day, as he bagan partol, he passed your bakery again, this time looking for you, but only to become slightly disgruntled when you werent there- only for you to walk direnct past him from behind and rush into said bakery, giving him a facefull of your scent.

As you rushed inside,accidentally running into what felt like a wall, you were hit with the smell of orange zest and caramel, with the slightest undertone of a burnt or smokey smell. It smelt amazing, calming even, but as you turned to see who it belonged to, you were met wiht Dynamight. The Dynamight. you would spontaniously combust on the spot if you could. Katsuki Bakugou was standing outside your work and you not only ran into him, but only turned around because of his scent.

Katsuki, on the otherhand, was floored. Immediatly addicted to your scent, taking a deep inhale through his nose, and locking eyes with you. He could feel his alpha clawing at his chest to get to you. you just looked so cute! Standing there, face beet red, awkwardly fidgeting as you just stared up at him.

'uhm.. im sorry,.. i didnt mean to bump into you-' you began to babble but got cut off as he smirked down at you, beefy arms crossing across his chest. 'yeah? well how about you be more careful? wouldnt want that pretty face getting hurt, would we?' he teased, your face getting redder by the second. 'okay- sorry, again' you muttered to him, eyes still locked on his. moments pass, the both of you just sort of staring at eachother, before you remeber you do infact have a job and are now running late.

As you turn around, walking back into the bakery, you hear him chuckle and begin to walk away. For the rest of the day, you cant stop thinking about him; his scent, the rippling muscles on his arms and shoulders, so strong you though he was a wall. Katsuki's thoughts are much the same throught the day, except the are directed at you; the way your hair blew slightly in the breeze, the way you smelt like cinnamon and honey, about how your apron sat on your waist, about how good you would look in nothing but your apron.

Katsuki shook his head, trying to rid himself of any more thoughts about you, but to no avail, and decided he might stop by for a coffe tomorrow.

𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜

[ventisettestars]

Ectoberhaunt Day 5

Hunt vs Haunt

[ao3 link]

CW: tue related, major character death, grief

They still died. And it was Danny’s fault. Sure it wasn’t because of the test, Clockwork had given him that. And he’d been good. Danny did better. But it wasn’t good enough. It only lasted till the summer before- His future was still coming to get him. 

“Inevitable.”

Well. If it wasn’t something he could avoid, Danny wasn’t going to bother. He would just rise to it. So he didn’t turn down Vlad’s help. He moved in with Vlad, and waited for grief to overtake him. For the grief to remake him.

“Danny?” 

He looked up from dinner at Vlad. “Yeah?” 

“Summer is ending soon, and I wanted to discuss how you would like to approach your junior year.” 

“Oh. Um. I dunno. Is it even worth it for me to go?” The grief hadn’t come, but his future self didn’t make it to junior year. 

“Of course it is. I finished my degree after my time in the hospital. Education is not something you should skip out on. If you aren’t ready to attend classes, I’m more than willing to home school you.”

“No. I wouldn’t want you to- you’ve got work and stuff. I can- ah, just go to school at whatever place is local.” 

Vlad made a face. “The local school isn’t quite- I didn’t pick this location with the intention of a child finding local schooling. I was thinking of having you transferred to a school better suited to your interests, and setting up a portal for commuting.” 

Danny looked shocked. That would require Vlad to buy another residence and to-

“Now, I have a few different schools in mind.” Vlad pushed a tablet and kept talking about options, and programs offered. Danny only vaguely was listening. 

His mind focused on one thought. Where was the grief? Why did he still feel like himself? Why wasn’t he evil?

‘Inevitable.’ he’d said. 

Tears of frustration began to fall down his face. 

Vlad froze mid explanation. “Danny?” 

“Why…” Danny’s voice was so small. “Why aren’t I becoming him…” 

Vlad looked confused. “Him?”

“It’s, he is-” 

Vlad was by Danny’s side, a hand on his shoulder. “Danny, if you cant, then-”

“You’ve been calling me Danny…” Something seemed to click. 

“I have. It’s your preferred name, is it not? Or would you prefer if I-”

“No. no it’s-” Danny started laughing. “You, in the bad future, still called me Daniel.”

“The bad- Cheese fritters, you’ve had an encounter with Clockwork haven’t you.” 

Danny nodded. “Yeah, and I was- bad..- You helped me, but I was still Daniel.” 

Vlad remained silent, the hand still on Danny despite the hint of cold wafting off him. 

“I keep waiting for the inevitable. For when grief would consume me.” Frost was forming on the floor.

“Haunted by a future you were shown.” Vlad finally spoke up. “My boy, Clockwork is a weird ghost. What he shows you can’t ever become. He knows the timeline, but any line he shows cannot come to play for the viewer.” 

“So, it’s not inevitable…”

“I’d say not. If you wish to speak about it, I’m here for you.” 

Danny shook his head. “No. not now…” he rubbed his eyes. “How about we figure out where I’m gunna go to school.” 

“Sounds lovely.” 

That night, Danny looked in the mirror for what seemed like the first time in a really long time and saw himself.

[persephoneandherhades]

I cant emphasize this enough. IF YOU THINK AT ALL EVER THAT YOU MIGHT MAYBE HAVE SLEEP APNEA, GET TESTED.

I have been dealing with sleep issues for so many years, at least since my early teens. I legitimately thought it was just depression fucking with me. And yeah depression played its part. However as i found out several months ago, it was far from the only reason. I snore, all night and very loudly. Someone told me that if you snore really loudly you might have sleep apnea so i talked to my doctor about it. I wasnt totally convinced so we did a take home pulseox monitor test to see if my readings over night might indicate if it was possible. It was very much possible. I am now convinced so i agree to an overnight sleep study in the hospital. the whole shabang. They put electrodes or whatever all over my body and i slept. I got up, checked out. They said ur doc will be in touch with your results and sent me on my way.

In my personal experience, nothing in the medical world works quickly unless death is on the line and sometimes not even then. So i was more than a little surprised and concerned when i got a call from the sleep doctor's office affiliated with the hospital i was tested at only a few hours later. They scheduled me an appointment to come in and discuss next steps and the appointment was so soon, i knew they squeezed me in because no doctors in my area have availability that quickly. I go to the appointment and im very nervous and this very concerned woman started explaining more about sleep apnea and my results.

The average adult stops breathing 3-5 times a night. I stopped breathing 117 times in 1 HOUR.

Do you know what its like to be told you are basically fighting for your life in your sleep every night? Its TERRIFYING. This poor woman was horrified on my behalf and ordered a cpap machine for me. Unfortunately due to the supply chain issues, cpap machines had months long wait list. So when i was laid off work a month later causing me to loose my health insurance, i wasnt even close to getting a machine. So i get a new job and wait the 3 months to get insurance and start the process of finding doctors that my new insurance will cover. So now 5 months after my sleep study i am sitting in another sleep doctors office. I hand this man the papers detailing my sleep study and watch the blood drain from his face while he reads.

If you have never scared a doctor before I wouldn't recommend it.

This poor man sees that i have been waiting to get a cpap machine for 5 months and puts in the order for one. While he is putting in the order he is trying very hard to be casual while asking me questions that boil down to how the fuck do function normally? How can you drive a car without falling asleep at the wheel? I then have to admit that i have been compensating for extreme exhaustion since i was a teenager so its all very normal for me now. I thank him for his time and go about my day.

This doctor let me know that the wait for a cpap now is about 3 weeks so im already happy, like that is sooo much shorter than it was 5 months ago. He says the home health equipment office will call me when my machine comes in.

I got the call from the home health office that same day. Turns out i horrified that sleep doctor so much that he put a rush on my cpap order so i got bumped to the front of the list. I had my machine 2 days later.

I have had this thing for 3 weeks now and i cant describe how amazing i feel. I am used to waking up at least a dozen times a night, now its only once or twice. Im used to having trouble keeping my eyes open long enough to turn off my alarm clock in the morning and i am used to making myself keep moving so i dont instantly fall back asleep. Now i am awake and alert when my alarm goes off. I dont wake up already exhausted anymore. I learned early in my driving life that i have to listen to audiobooks in the car to keep my mind engaged enough to not start to fall asleep at the wheel. For the first time in years i was able to just listen to music in the car and not start nodding off. I haven't needed to take a nap after work even once.

I have been told that i might not notice changes until after the first month with the machine so i am so excited about what else might change because of this machine. I cried actual tears the other day because of it.

It has already changed my day to day life significantly. The machine is so small for the miracle it has already given me. I cant even hear it when its on. I have a fan on at night and the machine is quieter than my fan.

Getting tested is so so worth it. The benefit to your life could be so significant.

I have other things that i need to take care of for my health but taking care of this one has made it easier to work on the others.

If you think you might have it, get tested.

[k1ss-m3-b3tt3r]

𖣯 High as a Kite 𖣯

pairing: jonathan byers x male! reader (romantic)

summary: smoking weed takes away the feeling of loneliness by providing you with the most perfect food combinations and your best friends. jonathan tries to confess but you cant comprehend a word he says, making him embarrassed and you, wearing fuzzy llama socks, screaming in laughter.

warnings: cursing, weed, awkward but cute fluff :)

a/n: i love fluff and have such a weak heart for jonathan! also happy yule!!! not revised btw

you were always a stoner and somewhat a loner, until you met jonathan and argyle. whenever it was awkward, you would crack a joke and no one could stop laughing. its just something you picked up from high school a while back, the class clown title. you couldnt deal with emotions so getting high was comforting and you were better explaining how you feel while smoking.

while being a cool stoner, youre also oblivious as fuck. everyone notices and im pretty sure you lost most brain cells, but to jonathan you were perfect. not everything about you was perfect, definitely not, but the way you show that goofy smile really lights up the room was magical. it was a hard core crush at this point.

you were never really part of the group until last year, after all the shit that went down in hawkins. you started hanging out with argyle, liking his stoner ways and matched his energy perfectly. “we are all one with the world” and “bro think about it, we’re all just brains! i dont get why people could hate each other.” were things you said quite often while stoned.

today was the day though: to confess. jonathan was nervous, like extremely after the whole thing with nancy and the break up. it hurt him definitely but he decided it was time to actually get out there and do what he wants to do. jonathan invited you over, thinking about how to do this correctly, so he prepped himself, rehearsing the lines. all of a sudden, the doorbell rings.

“ill get it!” jonathan yells while getting off of his ass as quick as possible. his hands were pretty sweaty so he wiped it off, heading to the front door.

“whos that?” joyce says genuinely curious, but of course she rolls her eyes and puts her hand on her hip and steps in front of jonathan. “youre doing all the chores for a week if thats (y/n).” joyce smiles a cheeky grin.

the doorbell starts again, but this time being pressed on a thousand times. “IM COMING!!” joyce yells ignoring jonathan. “wait..!” he tells joyce but she ignores him. shes his mother after all, not the other way around.

once the doors open, (y/n) spins around. “heyyyy miss joyce!” she turns and looks at jonathan with the i knew it face. “uhh, want me to wait out here- nevermind its too cold..” (y/n) jogs inside and acts like its the coldest hes ever felt. jonathan just looks at him like hes an idiot. “come on, lets just go to my room” as he sighs to himself.

before they go anywhere, (y/n) whispers, “hey, bro, hey.. i got the good shit and i may have smoked half of it in my car, but i left you some!” “get your ass in the room!” jonathan mumbles in an exhausted but hushed voice, trying to get (y/n) into a room.

“uh, bye i guess miss joyce..?” “uh huh, you too (y/n)…” she gives a questioning voice with her brow raised, “dont get into any trouble!” (y/n) laughs it off and runs into the bedroom like an idiot. you can here the springs get hit on jonathans bed all the way from the door way.

jonathan gives a little grin, heading towards his room. when he gets there (y/n) is already bringing out the bong, packing it terribly since hes already high as a kite. “hey bro, you gotta check this shit out, its feisty! back i say, back!” while acting like the bag of weed is after him. jonathan laughs and sits on the bed, taking the whole bowl down in a few hits.

“what is in this (y/n)..?” jonathan starts to feel prickles in his legs and his eyes droop. “i told its good shit! i know the best people my man” (y/n) packs another bowl and starts hitting that shit like crazy.

ten minutes later, theyre starting at the ceiling, on the floor of course. jonathan looks over and catches the other guys face, its practically glowing. the guy sits up and looks towards jonathan with his eyes glazed over. “bro… what did i come over here for again..?” jonathan hesitates, “um, i dont know..” jonathan turns away thinking about the confession hes supposed to make but clearly doesnt remember what he practiced.

“damn.. you know man, you cant lie to me even if im high,” (y/n) says as he ruffles his hair and stands up, walking in circles because it “feels good” as you can quote it. “ok ok, i just have to say one thing i guess?” (y/n) stops and stares at him, while jonathan is taking in all his features, down to his beautiful eyes and.. llama socks..??

jonathan sighs, sitting up and rubbing his hands against his face. “umm, (y/n)?” “yuh?” jonathan laughs and just says, “yuh? what does that even mean mannn?” (y/n) looks at him and bursts out laughing. jonathan looks at his hands, “what was i saying?” “bro, i cant even remember what we’ve done for the past uhhh i dont know twelve minutes?” “uh huh, really specific there (y/n)..” (y/n) just grins.

(y/n) stares at the llama socks and whispers, “i think theyre watching me…” jonathan stands up, urgently, asking who is while looking outside. “…the llamas bro…” jonathan looks at him as (y/n) makes that goofy grin. that goofy grin lit up his heart and he realizes what this whole thing was about. he sits next to (y/n) and give him a shy smile.

“ok so um..” jonathan thinks for a moment before blurting out, “i think im in love with you?” (y/n) jolts up and looks at jonathan. “i dont think ive eaten anything today. should i be worried? will i die?” “did you even hear what i said?” jonathan laughs and touches the other guys hand. “i. am. in. love. with. you. does that make sense??” (y/n) just looks at jonathan then looks at his hand and then the door. “if you really love me, get me food my guy.” jonathan sits dumbfounded as (y/n) says that, wondering how he even fell in love with the guy, before laughing. “alright, deal i guess??”

jonathan goes out of his room a little embarrassed, while (y/n) was doing something wild most likely. as soon as jonathan gets back with the food, you have already made a nest out of blankets and pillows on the floor. “what…??” jonathan takes a second before speaking again, “what are you doing?” (y/n) raised his hand, telling jonathan to stop speaking.

“i made a nest and i love you too loser.” (y/n) sits on the floor in his new nest, cuddled up in a ball. jonathan was too stunned to speak. he had to think about what was happening and almost dropped the chips he had in his hand. “so, you made me get food, built a nest, and now you say you love me??” “well..” (y/n) looks around, “yes? now get in.”

jonathan sits in the “nest” and (y/n) immediately pulls jonathan towards him, while sitting quietly. “you know you should brush your hair, its starting to look like an actual nest. jonathan starts laughing and fixing his hair. “is that better?” (y/n) looks at his nest below him and then looks back at jonathan, nodding to himself. “thatll do just fine.” (y/n) soft kisses his head.

jonathan looks around at the nest and then at the bags of chips before looking back at (y/n) again. “youre smoking privileges are being revoked after this.” jonathan laughs and (y/n) gives him a knowing look. “sure thing dude.. sure thing..”

[steel--fairy]

Hmmmmm, how about Barry? For the verse character thing.

barry! my very first rival! though i went with one of his other generic names and picked like. tyson for whatever reason. idk. 9 year old me was an enigma.

anyways that's to say, he has a special place in my heart the silly little kiddo

under a cut bc this, again, got super long

so to start with barry, we need to start with palmer. he and chryssas dad (henceforth referred to as cd since he doesn't have an actual name yet...) were both from twinleaf and dreamed of becoming great trainers.

and they did! palmer made it to the champion level, though being champion bored him so he quit after a bit. when plans to build a battle frontier in sinnoh popped up, he jumped at the chance to join.

cd eventually became a ranger which he was good at, but killed him in a freak accident. a lot of turbulent emotions for palmer--his best friend died the same week his son was born.

that's all relevant because it led to barry being childhood friends with chryssa and lucas whenever his dad was around... and then chased off by johanna whenever he was at the battle frontier.

cd's death shattered johanna and she partly blamed palmer. she'd never say that to his face, but she did kinda take it out on barry as a proxy.

as a result, barry had a weird time with his best friend (lucas). they could only spend time together at school or when johanna wasn't looking.

barry, despite his extroversion, was a very lonely kid. he couldn't see lucas that often and both of his parents worked busy schedules. palmer spent 5 days of the week at the battle frontier while his mom (who I should really also name) was a teacher who was constantly busy.

he had a lot of trouble making friends at school. he was a bit too extroverted yknow? tolerated at best as a class clown. lucas was basically the only person who actually liked him. (even chryssa basically tolerated him at best lol)

that left barry with a lot of time on his own. to most people's surprise, he actually spent a lot of that time studying! battling of course, not schoolwork. he studied video of his father or cynthia or whoever, went to the library to learn strategy, went by the high school to watch the older kids casually battle.

so, obviously, he couldnt wait to go on his journey! he just needed to wait for palmer to get him the perfect starter : )

...yea. he uh didnt. palmer knew barry wanted a pokemon but was also away from barry a lot. being home reminded him, but a lack of object permeance is mayhaps a family trait. barry ended up getting his starter from professor rowan.

which barry isn't bitter about at all! he's lying

barry really does love his daddy. he looks up to him as the coolest, greatest, awesomest person on the planet. the fact that palmer doesnt seem to be aware of how deep barry's admiration goes stings juuuust a tiny bit.

but he was on his journey now! and he had a rival in chryssa! (lucas was a boring nerd who worked under professor rowan)

....except chryssa avoided him. and turned down all of his offers to battle when he did find her. and the very few timea they did battle, she absolutely crushed him.

barry's journey was maybe a bit lonelier than expected.

but then he got a chance to study under crasher wake! ignore that wake didnt seem to want him around like everyone else! he was going to be as strong as his dad and this was going to help!

....if team galactic doesnt blow up sinnoh first. barry, despite a desire to help, doesn't get much done. he couldn't stop team galactic from blowing up the great marsh. he couldn't stop jupiter from taking uxie. he couldnt even make it to the peak of mt coronet in time to help there.

barry felt a bit useless and superfluous. he's strong, yea, but what's the point? he hasnt gotten his dads attention, he cant keep his friends, he cant make new ones, he cant help out.....

and uh. this is about where i am for barry. one of the things on my to do list for potential sinnoh fic is wrap up barry's plot line. have him talk to his dad, deal with his growing inferiority complex, all that. its one of those things i feel will be easier after actually writing it, alas, so I don't have much more to say.

but some other barry stuff!

adhd king as we all know

starts dating lucas as an adult. when they tell chryssa, she just kind of stares at them and says she thought theyd been dating for the past 5 years.

does make up with his dad and have a good conversation about everything. palmer never meant to make barry feel bad (and feels quite bad hinself for doing so on accident) and tries to make it up to him

eventually becomes a frontier brain? i have him as taking over from argenta but I'm not 100% married to that specific concept. i kinda want to see what others have for barry before definitively picking something

and that's barry! yay!

[carrickbender]

Sonntag seiben

1. September in the PNW means harvesting and putting in things for the winter that give hope that, at some point, we will see the sun again and taste the sweet goodness of the gifts of nature. This year is special because another generation of our family gets to decide their fate as either pickers or non-pickers. I've always been a picker since I was probably a bit older than Henry; My grandmere and I would dutifully pick the tiny delicious huckleberries right on the border of Idaho and Montana, and one of our favourite patches was yards away from where one of her relatives surveyed in the state lines of Montana(plot twist: it's backwards). My mom, on the other hand, was born a non-picker who often loved finding a nice shady spot with a book. Thankfully, as she and I were both raised as only children, she has become a picker because berries won't pick themselves and blackberries are awful to pick. And Buggy was such a trooper: he started off picking berries but then he just wanted to eat berries even double fisting them. Tradition can be so delicious.

2. I finished my 2 weeks at Medline on Saturday, and they were absolutely good people for whom to work. And on Tuesday, I start with a municipal organization in emergency mitigation services, which should be a good job. Its a serious pay cut from Cosmo, but I cant wait any longer. And with graduation looming for me at CWU and my MBA application submitted, my options are expanding by the day. I refuse to be blind to the silver lining to my loss of my job at Cosmo, and I am open to the lessons that the universe is teaching me.

3. So for a long time I couldn't wrap my head around affirmations, but now that I'm doing them, I feel different. I think maybe, just maybe, the reset has begun and I'm looking at how I reclaim grace. To all who helped: much love.

4. To all of you who do online tutoring, what do you think of it? I have some expertise, and I think I could parlay it into a little more income and use it for the benefit of others. Thoughts?

5. We find out this week what sort of pre-k/transitional kindergarten programme Buggy will be in this fall. And, cool thing: H was also accepted into our local college and is going to be finishing her degree in Chemical dependency counseling. Her sobriety not withstanding, she is so smart and if she wouldn't have had her oldest son so young she could have done anything. She was studying to become a nurse when "life" and a few other things got in the way, and I think how much of a loss it was, truly. So having her go back to school is truly making sure the smartest person in this house gets to use that amazing brain for good of others and not just making good stuff like the boule in the picture.

6. Jimmy Buffet and Bill Richardson, on the same day? I got to meet Bill and hear him speak, and he was truly a champion for the forgotten and unjustly imprisoned. And Jimmy... I heard so many stories of him playing the Elbow room in Dutch Harbour and Tony's in Kodiak that, turns out were all true. While he might have been seen as a brand, some of his lyrics really hit my old broken down ass self pretty hard. And like his lyric said,

"I hope you're enjoying the scenery

I know that it's pretty up there

We can go hiking on Tuesday

With you I'd walk anywhere

California has worn me quite thin

I just can't wait to see you again"

Peace be with them...

7. The agates and the quartz glass are from a local beach, and 3 generations of hands have touched them. 3...Somewhere, my father figure is proud and glad it took(and that his great grandson loves rocks and getting dirty, just like him).

If you are still reading this, don't labour tomorrow. Rest. Relax. It's been a hard 9 months, and judging by our mountain ash bushes here, it's going to be a long miserable winter. Many blessings yall, and be kind to yourselves and take a moment. If my stubborn ass can finally say, and mean it, "I love the person I am becoming", you can too.

Much love!!!!