#i could list out Every Single Thing that i know now that i should've done better but it wouldnt?? change anything. it would be acknowledging

[duchezss]

All my favorite moments in blue beetle: a very long and silly list because this is my new fav movie ever (latinos on top fr)

The fact that the entire movie is low key a representation of how lost people can feel after they finish college and don't know what to do with their life.

How celebrated it is that Jaime is a first gen college student

As much as I loved him being from el paso, I love that he now gets his own city that it still deeply rooted in latino culture

How despite the fact that everything is going bad for the family, Jaime still tries to keep moral up and be positive

Jaime stands up for Jenny without thinking

How his persistence is what ends him landing up with the scarab, and subsequently keeping it out of victorias hands

Am I allowed to say his entire family? The scene where they're all pushing him to open to the box was so funny. Their dynamic felt so real, and it makes even more sense because apparently any time they were bickering it was improv.

How well the movie handled micro-aggressions against latinos. Like the receptionist didn't even attempt Jaime name, and how Victoria would never get her scientist's name right. They are subtle, but very real problems.

Maybe this was just me, but from the trailers I thought Jenny and Jaime already new each other, but I liked that they just met. It made their story more interesting.

The body horror route they decided to take with the suit was so cool.

The suit in general. I missed practical suits so much, and it just looked so amazing.

Another thing, that has already been talked about a lot but idc, is that I still am so in love that his family knows from the get go. Of course it wasn't really his choice, but I love how there is never any big secret, and they are constantly in the picture.

I know the Khaji-Da doesn't have as much personality compared to the comics, but the whole sequence where Jaime first gets the suit was so funny.

Notoriously in the comics the beetles were sent out to worlds to be the harbingers for their creator species to invade said world. I loved the small detail in the intro of the blue beetle crashing into the green beetle and then having a flash of electricity. I wonder if that was to hint at a malfunction, since the Khaji-Da never goes to evil with Jaime.

I love Rudy's truck. It's stupid but that's why it's so good.

The whole family debrief was was funnier than it should've been, and the beetle on Jaime spine looked wicked as well.

I thought it was interesting how much of a presence Ted Kord had on the movie, mainly because. of Jenny, but it was still there.

Every. Single. Latino. Reference. I could barely keep up there were so many good ones omg, the details were amazing.

For Jenny being an original character I thought she was done very well

I love how Rudy was useful and basically got them into kord industries.

I love the way we only see Jaime eyes in the suit. It's a different approach to what we've seen with masked heroes so far and I love it

How much they talked about the first two blue beetles, I thought adding that context made it better

They made it very evident how lonely Jenny feels, and I think her small emotional moments really paid off in the end.

I love how Jaime was so openly affectionate with both Rudy and his father, it's something uncommon with men in latino cultures and I loved seeing it.

The entire sequence where Jaime's house was being raided was so uncomfortable. And it was in moments like this were I thought Soto did a great job of weaving real world problems latinos face within a superhero movie.

The moment when Jaime's father had a heart attack, and Jaime was being dragged away, and his sister was screaming was just so heartbreaking and powerful. All of them were hurting so much.

I loved how active his family was, and how all of them immediately went to go rescue him.

Side note: the bug ship looked so cool and goofy and I loved it so much

How Jose was actually very curious about Jaime's connection to the beetle, but Victoria didn't care

The whole dream scene with Jaime and his father. I thought it perfectly mirrored their conversation from the beginning of the movie, and I thought it was incredibly moving. Not to mention I loved the detail of Jaime wearing the last outfit he saw his father in.

I loved that Jaime saved himself, but that his family greatly aided him. I thought it was a great metaphor for the fact that you can do things on your own, but having support can really make the difference

I thought it was so funny that Jaime absolutely refused to kill, and his family members did it was a smile on their face lmaoo.

I know it's cheesy, but I always love it in superhero movies when the main character finally accepts their destiny and it was a very cool moment for Jaime too. But I will say I think they did it with an interesting approach. For most superhero movies the big moment is the superhero finally deciding to go out of their way and fight the big bad, but in this movie he just finally fights what's right in front of him.

How once Jaime accepted himself as the Blue Beetle, Khaji-Da started speaking to him in spanish and adopted his ideologies, further proving their relationship is a two way street.

I loved that Khaji-Da stopped Jaime from killing Carapax, because he was justifiable angry, but he would've regretted it at some point

The low key plot twist of the locket Carapax had not being his wife and child, but being him and his mother. That was genius tbh.

I loved that Jaime had the iconic 2000s superhero half masked fight. This movie felt so 2000's but in the best way possible.

How the entire final act was circling back to the point of loving his family making him weak, but throughout everything we've seen, it's clearly the opposite.

I liked how once Jaime bonded with Khaji his mask would come on and off on command.

How Jaime started wearing his father's necklace in the ending :(

I loved the entire score so much, the synth wave vibe they decided to take was fantastic. I also love how iconic and recognizable they made blue beetle's main theme. Like the bum bum bummm that kept showing up was so good.

I really loved how they aged Jaime up to 22 as a newly college grad. I feel like superheros are always either 16 or 40 and there's never any in between, so it was nice to see.

And for my last point to a very long list: I loved that in the end Carapax helped Jaime and Jenny. Because the real villain was Victoria making them fight each other, and in my opinion that was such a powerful metaphor for latinos and any pocs

[lucy90712]

Baking- Pedri

"I want to make a cake" I announced just to Pedri who was sat next to me 

"Since when do you bake?" He questioned 

"I mean I don't but that doesn't mean I can't I've baked before" I said 

"What type of cake do you want to make?" He asked 

"I was thinking just a regular sponge cake but I was going to decorate it to make it all pretty" I said 

"Let's do it then" he said 

"Wait you want to help me" I said 

"Of course" he said pulling me up from the sofa 

First I looked up a recipe and made a list of the things we needed so we could go and get them. We had some of the ingredients at home already but we needed some sugar and stuff to decorate the cake. Once we arrived at the store I was reminded why I always go without Pedri and that's because he's a nightmare, he wanted to go down every aisle and I had to remind him numerous times that he can't eat half the things in the store but eventually we made it to the baking aisle. The amount of different stuff in the aisle was overwhelming there was so many types of icing and they all came in every colour imaginable. While I was trying to take it all in and decide what would look good Pedri had made the decision for me and picked out a pale purple and blue icing. He then found some piping bags and nozzles which is definitely out of our skill range but it should be fun and at this point baking this cake is all about fun as it's definitely not going to taste good. 

When we eventually had everything we needed Pedri took the basket from me and he paid which I tried to tell him not to do but there was no convincing him. When we made it back home he dropped everything off in the kitchen so we could get started but before he let me do anything he ran off upstairs which should take me by surprise but it just doesn't anymore. It wasn't long before he came back down holding two aprons which had clearly never been used as they must've been gag gifts probably from Fer. When he unfolded them all I could do was laugh one of them said warning hot stuff and the other had a picture of a man's abs on them. They were so cheesy but I kind of loved them, after some thinking Pedri gave me the hot stuff one which he said was because that's what I am but I know deep down it's because he wanted me to stare at him and I happily will oblige. 

After he tied the apron for me we got out everything we needed and I pulled the recipe back up to find out how much we needed of each ingredient. I measured out the butter and sugar first then added the eggs before I mixed that together as that's what the recipe told me to do. As I was mixing I asked Pedri to measure out the flour to save some time and because he was just stood staring at me as I did everything. Stupidly I trusted him but I really shouldn't have he was doing well until a whole load of flour came out at once sending the amount way over what we needed and not an amount we could get away with just adding it was nearly double. He had to take some out and to start with he used a spoon but he picked the smallest spoon we have so of course he got bored and began to use his hands which thankfully he washed first. In hindsight I should've taken over before we got to this point but I didn't so instead I just watched as the countertops became covered in flour as well as Pedri. 

It took just seconds for the entire kitchen including half the floor to be covered in flour. Pedri was covered too it was all over his apron, in his hair and on his face. I was so glad I had my phone, which was also dusted with flour, to take pictures of this moment. Pedri's parents and brother told me that he's not always the best in the kitchen although for as long as we've been together he's been fine but now I see what they mean. He graciously let me take some pictures of him so I can remember this moment and mock him for it for the foreseeable future although he was frowning in every single one I got. Once I was done laughing I started to feel a bit bad for him as he just wanted to help me bake and spend time with me and I'm just laughing at him. 

Just as I was about to start dusting some of the flour off Pedri's look changed and instead of a pout he suddenly had a smirk on his face which is never a good thing. Next thing I knew he put his hands in the flour and started to run towards me. I ran away not wanting to meet the same dusty fate but Pedri is a faster runner than I am and he has better stamina than me so it wasn't long before I gave up and he caught me. He pulled me straight into a hug and then put his hands on my face so I too was looking a bit like a snowman. Once he let me go he pressed a quick kiss to my nose before also pressing one to my lips which made this whole situation a lot better. As I turned to head back to the kitchen I felt Pedri put his hands on my ass which I definitely should've seen coming as he can be such a child at times. We have a mirror by the front door so I went to look at what he'd done and there was two handprints right there which really stood out as I had black leggings on. 

Pedri eventually made his way to join me in the kitchen and we finally added the flour and finished the mixture so it could go in the oven. Then we were faced with the daunting task of cleaning the mess that had only seemed to spread. First we washed up all of the utensils and the bowls we used as that was less daunting. Once that was done we had no choice but to face the explosion of flour that covered the kitchen. Pedri put some music on and grabbed the cleaning supplies; if I was mean I would make him clean it all himself but I'm not so I started mopping the floor while he cleaned the counter. 

"You don't have to help this is my mess I can clean it" he said 

"We're a team so we work together plus I suggested we make a cake so this is partly my fault" I said 

"This is why you're the best girlfriend" he said kissing my cheek quickly 

As soon as the kitchen was clean the timer went off and the cake was done and I can't lie it looked really good. Pedri wanted to decorate it straight away but I made him wait for the cake to cool first as otherwise the icing would just melt into a big mess. He's usually quite impatient but today he was happy to wait and just hold onto me as we continued to listen to music while waiting for the cake to cool down. Most people don't get to see the softer side of Pedri as they only see him when he's highly focused on the pitch or messing around in training but he really is a softie. He loves to just cuddle like this or on the sofa under the fluffiest blanket we have in the house and he's more affectionate than you would think he always likes to be close to me or touching me in some way whenever we aren't in public and I love that it's like I get to have this part of him all to myself. 

His patience and calmness didn't last too much longer though as the excitement go too much for him and he grabbed the icing and the piping bags and started to get them ready after I told him what to do. He gave me the purple icing while he had the blue so I showed him a simple design and we worked together to create a great pattern around the outside. We really did a good job if I do say so myself especially for our first attempt. Pedri was so pleased with what we made that he took a picture and sent it to his parents to get their approval which was really sweet. He was so happy when his mum text back saying that it looked lovely but a seconds after I got a text from her asking how much chaos he had caused which made me laugh while Pedri started putting on his pouty face again so I kissed his lips and sneakily put some icing on his nose before running away so that he couldn't get be back.

[tora-the-cat]

when people talk about how allison is the worst and it’s just a list of all the reasons i love her… this world was not built for people like us

NO FOR REAL. Like.

'she thinks she's always right' 'she's so conceited!' 'she refuses to accept reality for what it is' SHE CAN LITERALLY MANIPULATE REALITY. Reality has been RELATIVE to her desire for almost her entire life. Why would she take ANYONE seriously. She's trying SO HARD to be a person these days but that shit is HARD.

'she's vain' yeah she's 1. a child star and 2. the prettiest girl in the world. and 3. its funny

'she's got a weird thing with her brother' I LOVE fucked up dynamics and the writers are cowards for never letting them talk their shit out.

'She wasn't honest with Ray!' what could she have possibly said without being thrown in a looney bin.

'she could've at least told him about her brothers, or her daughter, or literally anything about her life' Allison has, literally, NEVER had to talk about or explain her life to anyone. she's been famous since she was ten. I genuinely do not think she knows HOW to even approach the topic.

'she doesn't use her powers even though it could instantly solve her every problem' this is not a plot hole and you are not smart for pointing it out. This is LITERALLY the central conflict of her character. She accepts that her actions have consequences of her actions exactly once ever and it is so traumatizing she literally stops trusting her own judgement implicitly. Using her power again means opening up the possibility of making a mistake again, and accepting responsibility for her actions ONCE damn near killed her.

'she's so focused on her daughter she's delusional!' the audacity to say that shit if your favorite character is five, the most delusional about his family character ever written. Hipocracy taser. (It's literally her daughter. of COURSE she's the center of allison's universe).

'she killed Harlen without running it by anyone!' I genuinely don't understand this one. She SMUGGLED Harlen out the hotel with Viktor cause the rest of the family had? already voted on killing him? VIKTOR is the one acting against the family's best interest here, and he KNOWS it.

'she knew how much killing Harlen would hurt Viktor!' god forbid women do anything.

'she was mean to Viktor after and refused to make amends' Allison doesn't think she did anything wrong (see above) and thinking she DID do something wrong is like, a paradigm-shifting thing for her on the single occasion she's ever done it (see above). Why would she apologize?

Everyone MUS understand. Allison spent TWO SEASONS doggedly dedicated to self improvement and being a good person and loving her brothers, and WHAT has it done for her? Wrought heartbreak and ruined her life twice. Her happiness and reality have gone hand in hand for her entire life where everything that WASN'T handed to her was taken with ease, and have now been made fundamentally INCOMPATIBLE (she can't have her brothers, Ray, AND Clair. she can never have everything she wants again no matter how hard she tries and how close she got). Her arc was literally the ONLY thing I liked about season 3. She should have killed MORE people, if anything. She should've killed Sloane and/or Ben just because it would piss people off. I love her so goddamn much and I support womens WRONGS.

[lilolilyr]

random questions ♡

Tagged by @elizabeth-mitchells, thank you very much!

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav color: I don't really have one favorite, it depends on what it's for, plus lots of colours are just really pretty, especially combinations! but the one I always claim as 'mine' for board games and such is yellow :)

: ̗̀➛ how long have u been on tumblr for: literally half my life.

: ̗̀➛ wheres a place u always wanted to travel to: I always wanted to go to South Africa because my parents were there during their university days, and last year i got to go as well! :D

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav clothing brand(s): I haven't got one. I have 0 brand loyalty. Mostly shop second hand anyway

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: ̗̀➛ what’s ur current phone lockscreen: standard fairphone 4 background design. never got around to changing it and at this point it's grown on me... I usually stick to one background the entire time I have a phone, but usually it's at least something I picked xD I've had this phone for two years now, so I think it's stuck now xD

: ̗̀➛ most recent/current hyperfixation: star wars! Specifically, fanfiction either about time travel or mandalorians. Or both. Usually featuring some combination of Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jaster Mereel, Jango Fett, Ahsoka Tano, Commander Cody, Yan Dooku... Well, and others too, but I think those are my favs lately! Before that it was more Anakin/Tatooine centric fics but I'm back on the Mando train now, also have a whole list of all the mando'a vocab mentioned in fic, at this point I probably know more words in that made up language than i do in Spanish (my 3d language in school, nothing bloody well stuck. Should've tried teaching it to me by telling me it's from Star wars hmm xD), if you're interested in Star Wars fics check out my 312 bookmarks on the topic, nearly all of them from this year! Also, NCIS because I've been watching the first seasons on DVD. Also also, twilight memes, specifically all the hilarious fake names for the demon spawn! (& prev re your answer, thank you for telling me who elizabeth mitchell is xD I do try to at least keep up with your urls!)

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[8bitsupervillain]

Higurashi When They Cry Hou Ch. 3 Tatarigoroshi pt. 18

I'm doing things slightly out of order here.

After the scenes talking about Hinamizawa Syndrome, and how Keiichi was the only survivor the VN cuts to the Great Hinamizawa in Memoriam List. But for now, we're going to skip that.

Meanwhile, in the future. The far flung year of 2003. With your chain wallets, and your skateboards, and your myspace, and your roller discos.

Just why were you on the other side of the island when the rest of Rokkenjima exploded Eva? Did you know that it was going to kerplode?

That is some extremely good luck on his part that he just so happened to not die due to the extreme amount of gas that allegedly would've floated by the section of the stream he was knocked out at. Also I find it geographically odd that within walking distance of a massive swamp is a clear water stream. Maybe that sort of thing is more common than I would think, but it just strikes me as someone not really knowing how geology works.

Not to derail the ending here, but whenever I hear about something like a swamp I tend to assume that it's probably about as large as a lake. A not insignificant chunk of land. Also when I hear swamp I think about a large mossy area just teeming with all manner of plants, vines and stuff, a very boggy area. Based on the screenshots of what was shown when talking about the Onigafuchi swamp it looks more like a tar pit. I know this was a really inconsequential thing to get hung up on.

I think since Hinamizawa gave Keiichi the power to kill a thousand plus people simply by wishing for it that maybe the same power granted him some sort of divine protection. Or it could be that he actually had unknowingly inhaled a near fatal amount of gas, and that's why he almost died shortly after getting picked up by the SDF. That somehow him being unconscious in the stream filtered the gases to a less lethal amount of gas. Stream water, or dirt somehow filtered the gas.

I wonder why there's all this skepticism about whether this is actually Keiichi speaking on this old tape. Is it just because the general public loves a good conspiracy theory? So they're treating these final words of the lone survivor of Hinamizawa as a mystery to be solved? If it is a conspiracy, why? Who stands to gain from this tape surfacing twenty years after the incident happened? Also is Hinamizawa Syndrome still a think twenty years after the fact?

If the reporter were trying to make a buck off of the tragedy months after the fact why did he bury the tape? Especially if the rumor that he broke into the mental health facility was true. Isn't it just as likely that Keiichi could have requested the interview? In an effort to clear the air about the mystery. Given his reluctance to speak much in the interview I don't think he willingly agreed to it.

I guess Hinamizawa Syndrome is just a lifelong mental disorder if you contract it? No... I don't think it is, I think the way Keiichi is acting here is just the result of the mental trauma he went through over the chapter. In a very short period of time he worked himself up into a murderous rage, beat someone to death with a baseball bat, had everyone he knew act like he hadn't done that. Then he was told a woman he wished would die, did. Same thing happened twice more with Irie and Ooishi, he came across the viciously murdered body of one of his best friends less than an hour after that. The person he made these sacrifices for turned against him, and then shoved him off a bridge causing him a significant amount of injuries and to be knocked unconscious for more than a day. Then to cap it all off he finds out that every single person he knew in Hinamizawa including his parents had all died in the same freak accident that theoretically should've killed him as well. That is an large amount of terrible events to have to process in a short forty-eight hour period. The fact he was able to compose himself and not just be reduced to a babbling madness is nothing short of miraculous.

I really think they missed a trick here by not including the sound of footsteps throughout the chapter. I know it's meant to be a tantalizing mystery, but I can't help but wonder why did whatever got Keiichi in the end wait half a year before finishing him off? Is it meant to be something like the curse from The Ring? That it needs to propagate itself by having people spread the tale of the curse around before it finally gets its victims?

And so, Keiichi is 0-3 in this series. He just keeps dying, he's tied with Tomitake and Takano in terms of deaths (I think it's fair to assume Takano died in chapter one). Now that I think about it basically everyone has two deaths to their name. Of the main cast everyone except for Satoko and Ooishi have two confirmed deaths across the series. And you could make the argument that Satoko vanishing at the end of this chapter should count as a death. Even the new guy Irie got killed in his introductory chapter!

[thatssonanii]

Aisle 32

A/N: Its short buuut felt like a good stopping point lol and Yes, he got friends!😂😂😂😂

Grocery shopping was usually Haleigh's favorite thing to do when she had help and today she was going at it alone. Her family all had other obligations, though they encouraged her to wait till the next day she didn't want to and decided she could handle it alone. As she stood on the detergent aisle she started to realize that she probably should've waited.

"Why do they always put the one I like on the top shelf?" She mumbled, rubbing over her round six month belly. She giggled feeling the kicks. "You don't know either huh? Guess we'll have to get something else for now."

Looking at her options, she realized that she didn't like any of them. There were no employees around to ask for help and she was not about to ask a stranger. Biting her lip, she thought about all the chastising her mom, aunts and Nana had done when she even looked like she wanted to reach over her head or pick something heavy up.

"If you don't tell, I won't." She said to her belly before reaching for the jug of detergent.

As she was trying to pull the jug down, another patron came down the aisle. His cart came to a stop in front of the dishwasher detergent, his phone sandwiched between his ear and his shoulder. While he was listening to the person on the phone tell him what kind to get, he saw Haleigh out of the corner of his eye struggling to get the jug down then noticed her belly. Telling the person on the phone to hold on, he put it in his pocket then quickly went over to her.

"Let me get that for you." He said softly.

Haleigh glanced over at him and gave him a small smile as she stepped back. "Thank you."

He pulled it down, placing it in her cart and smiled at her. "You're welcome. That's way too heavy for you to be pulling down."

"Gotta do what you gotta do sometimes," she shrugged, "Thanks again. I really appreciate it."

Giving him another smile, Haleigh pushed past him continuing her shopping. He was cute but she knew on the slim chance that he was single she had way more going on than he wanted to deal with so she kept walking. She loves her baby so much already but thinking somebody was cute was how she got this way. Just another guy to leave her when things got too serious.

Thirty minutes later, she finished getting everything on her list and decided to go look at the baby section. Every time she went to a store with a baby section, Haleigh couldn't leave without something for her unborn baby. She had looked on the first two aisles not finding anything she liked, getting to the third she was too busy looking at the items that she didn't see the other cart before she bumped into it.

"Oh God, I'm sorry. I wasn’t paying attention." She apologized quickly.

Looking over at the person's cart she hit, there was that smile again. Only this time it was a bit wider. He looked up from the two sippy cups he held in his hands.

"I'm fine I promise," he assured her. "Are you and your lil one okay?"

Her hand went to her belly feeling the few kicks and laughed softly. "Got a few kicks so we're okay. I really am sorry though."

"You're good, I promise."

The two of them went back to looking at the items on the aisle. Him still trying to pick a sippy cup, her looking at bibs. She could feel him glancing at her but she tried not to look back.

"What're you having? If I can ask."

"Huh? Oh um I don't know yet. My best friends insisted on throwing me a gender reveal this weekend." She explained still looking at the bibs.

He nodded putting one sippy cup back and picking up another. "You got a preference?"

She shrugged a little. "Healthy. You have a kid, huh?"

Looking up from the cups, he gave her a confused head shake. "No. Just a dog. Why'd you ask?"

Haleigh laughed a little pointing to the cups. "You look like you're thinking really hard on which one to get. Figured it must be for your kid."

He laughed. "Oh, oh no. My friends invited me to a baby shower so I'm tryna find things to put in a basket for the mom."

"Ooooh," she laughed, "Well if you know what she's having then get gender specific. If not, gender neutral."

"Smart, that's smart." He winked at her. "Which bibs are you gonna get?"

Haleigh rubbed her face trying to hide her blush. "I think I'm gonna get Mickey Mouse. Boys and girls like Mickey. Right?"

"Yeah they do. I'm Ardian by the way." He said sticking his hand out which she shook.

"Haleigh."

"Nice name. How far along are you?"

"24 weeks as of yesterday."

He nodded, looking over at her. "Congratulations, I don't know why I hadn't said it before. I'll let you go, don't wanna take up all your time."

"Thank you," she said softly, "You're not but I do need to get out of here before I spend more money. Have a good day, Ardian."

He chuckled, sliding out of her way. "You too, Haleigh. I hope you have a good gender reveal."

As they passed each other, they shared another smile and watched her leave the aisle shaking his head at himself. Both were chastising themselves for flirting with someone that was more than likely taken.

[shirohige-pirates]

Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Tag List: @clumsyraccoon

Chapter 29: Brotherly Deception

"No!" You exclaim in panic as the car sputters to a stop. "No, no, no, no, no, not right now. Not like this! Shit. Fuck. Fuck." You swear, bouncing your head off the steering wheel in frustration, making the horn activate with the last curse word.

Everything had been going so well, and now this.

Your private birthday celebration with Marco had been a smashing success, and you'd spent Friday relaxing and recovering. You'd made plans for today, specifically because of how everything was going to go, and - as planned - you were driving yourself to the manor.

With Marco working for the day, and you wanting to pick up a couple last minute gifts, the both of you had been existing separately for almost the entire day. The party was tonight, and you wanted to make a good impression. You were already running behind, not by much, but you weren't going to be late late.

Well, you weren't going to be late late, but now you certainly will be.

Your bird, your baby, your completely rebuilt 1978 Firebird that should've run perfectly for at least five years, had sputtered out. Out of gas, a bad connection for the battery, a dud battery, you didn't know. The whole thing was dead and your gauges were lifeless without the motor running.

You knew that you were a good distance from the manor. You hadn't been yet, but you'd written down the directions with the last few ounces of phone battery you had left. How Marco had done the drive every single day for the clinic was just inane. You could walk, but the sun was nearly down, it was cold out, and even if it was just five miles, you could be in serious trouble pretty quick. Clear skies, no moon, if the coastal winds were harsh, a good gust would cut through your jacket without any issue.

To make it all worse, your phone was dead. You were so sure you'd make the trip, and would be able to charge it once you got there. It was your own fault for letting a bunch of little programs run in the background while you'd run your errands, but the last thing on your mind was the power level of your phone.

Marco was going to chew you out.

Well, no, probably not. Kid would have, to hide his concern, but Marco was going to be nervous, and stressed out on his birthday, and it was going to objectively be your fault. His birthday day, and night, had gone really well, but the party tonight was with the entire family.

None of this was the impression you'd been hoping to make with him or his brothers. Even though you were sure you'd be forgiven, and maybe only teased relentlessly for a couple months at most, but that wasn't the point right now.

A soft click of boots on pavement catches your attention just before a pair of thick knuckles tap on the glass of your window. Despite hearing the approach the sound and gesture still makes you jump a little, but you turn to see a stocky man with an impressive, well kept beard, a few too many rings, and an apologetic, toothy grin that was missing a couple tooths from it.

"Sorry to startle ya' lass," he says in a voice with enough baritone you can hear him easily with your windows rolled up. "Oh, hey, your Marco's girl, ain'tcha?"

"And you are?" You question, cracking the window enough to be heard.

"One of a few dozens brothers. I heard about you from Ace an' Thatch. Yer car's even more impressive than I expected." He admits. "Teach Newgate, at yer service lass." He introduces himself with an overdone bow, tipping an imaginary hat he's not even wearing. It reminds you of how animated Thatch is.

"You wouldn't happen to have a cell phone or a gallon of gas on you, would you Teach?" You question, rolling up your window and stepping out of your car. You show him your dead cellphone. "I honestly don't know if gas is what I need, but it's the easiest thing to check."

"Eh, sorry Miss." He says, pointing back to a motorcycle. "I have my cell, but," he holds out the device showing No Service, and gives a helpless shrug. "I'm barely half a mile up the road, it'll be a cold, but very quick ride. Let's get you inside, you can charge yer box, an' warm up. Marco's got his car, it'll be a warmer ride up to the manor if'n we get him a call and get you a ride."

You take in a breath, considering your available options, and let it out slow. You don't want to leave your car unattended, but honestly, you'd have to if you'd decided to walk it anyway. A gust of wind tears down the right and reminds you of the impending winter.

And lack of sun.

"In a field of miserable options, your plan seems the least miserable. Let me turn on the hazards, if they'll even work, and lock the old girl up and I'll take you up on that offer." You admit.

After doing as you said, Teach handed you a helmet and helped you onto his bike. He was a big guy, but that worked out well for you. His size protected you from the wind on the quick ride from your stalled car to his house.

Even with him in front of you though, the ride was cold. You didn't have the right kind of gear for being out in the cold, never mind for being out in it at 30mph. You might have only been out in the sharp chill for a minute or two at most, and the ride certainly felt far longer than you expected for half a mile, but the cold was into your bones when he pulled into his driveway.

"It's ah good thing I was running behind to the party my own self," he admits, guiding you into the house, massive hands rubbing your arms to help put some warmth into them. "I needed ta' stop here and get some stuff anyway, but I'm afraid I don't have anything but the bike."

The warm wooden decor seemed to try and help warm you up, and Teach stoked a dying fire in the fireplace which brought more heat into the house. He offered a place for you to sit and tossed a blanket around your shoulders to help get you warmed up. It was all cozy, the house, the blanket, the small couch that was almost crowding the fireplace.

If it wasn't for how miserable you felt for putting more of Marco's family out like this, you'd almost be able to relax.

"Here, I'll plug that in for ya'." He says, taking your phone and hooking it into a nearby surge protector with a charger cable on it. All that was next to a large recliner. It looked like it was his favorite seat, considering how efficient the space around it was. "Want something to drink? I'm pretty sure I got some spare cocoa, help warm ya' up."

"Please, if it's not too much. That ride was a little more brisk than I'd expected." You admit sheepishly.

"My pleasure," he assures you. "I'll get that going, and once ya' thaw out you can give Marco a call on muh phone. Doubt he'll understand you with your teeth chatterin' like that," he points out, laughing as he heads into the kitchen.

You scoot off the couch and got a little closer to the fireplace, holding the blanket open and letting the flames warm you up a little more directly before pulling the blanket close again. Once your bones stopped shivering you shimmied back onto the couch. Teach brought you in some hot cocoa in glazed stone mug that was just insulated enough to warm your hands without burning them.

"Thank you," you say with a smile, taking easy sips. "This is much better than hiking the last five miles or so in the dark."

"Especially without a decent coat. Ya' ought ta' ask Marco to buy ya' a good one." He says, chuckling.

"Ah, no, I have one. I just didn't expect, well, this. My car had just gotten restored recently, by a mechanic I trust." You sigh in frustration. The idea of calling Kid was it's own bag of miserable, miserably worms, and you didn't want to think about it too much right now. He was going to keep your car for a month before he was done quality checking it a hundred times. "Woe to whatever manufacturer sold Kid a bad gas line. He's going to be so pissed."

"Ah, here you go." He says, pulling his phone out of his pocket, giving it a look before handing it over. "More bars'n the earlier no service crap. Lemme give you some privacy, I don't need to hear anyone cooing at that rotten old pineapple."

You grin, giving him a chance to leave the room. Muttering to yourself that you don't coo at your forty-two year old boyfriend, you dialed Marco's number.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three.

Marco really did pick up for you a lot faster than he did anyone else.

Five rings and the line connects finally connects.

"I told you not to call me again Teach," the anger in Marco's voice stops your own words in your throat. "There's no godsdamned treasure from the old days! I don't care what you threaten me with, I can't pull berries out of thin air!"

The smile on your face fades away entirely. You thought at first that it was some kind of brotherly spat, and Marco would be embarrassed to have been so irritated needlessly. But one word bounced around in your head at record speed.

Threaten.

You hang up the phone without saying anything, trying to calm your racing thoughts, or at least, wrangle them enough to not look as scared as you suddenly were.

Kid would've checked that line, millimeter by millimeter. He'd never trusted anyone else's work except for Killer, Heat and Wire's. When it came to your car you wouldn't be surprised to hear from Killer that he inspected everything himself, regardless.

You were only stalled out for a minute. Even if your phone hadn't been dead, would you have still ended up here? Probably. His phone clearly showed that there was no service. The offer would've been the same. The logic, the words, nothing would've had to change even if you hadn't let your phone dwindle into a useless brick.

He made sure your car was going to stop there. How exactly was a point that didn't strictly matter, but everything else lined up. Marco's anger was legit. Your eyes shifted to the barely touched cocoa.

- threaten me with,

Shit.

"What'd he say?" Teach asks, coming back into the room. You can feel your entire body jolt, but you hope it wasn't nearly as obvious as it felt.

"Ah, nothing yet." You say, trying to look as unconcerned as possible. "Voicemail was full and he didn't answer. In a few minutes my phone will have enough juice and I'll try again."

"Bah, not surprising, he's not a big fan of the phone." He says, taking his cell phone back. "Are ye at least warmer?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Yes, thank you." You answer, smiling brightly, tugging the blanket a little more snugly around yourself.

"Alright, I got some work to do if we're stuck waiting for a bit," he turns and points. "I'll be in the den, if you need anything, just come get me."

"Certainly, once I get a hold of Marco, I'll let you know." You reply, raising your mug of cocoa a little before he leaves the room, moving as though you mean to take another drink of it.

You sit still for a moment, listening to Teach move through the house. Once he settles you start to focus on your more immediate surroundings.

Suddenly, everything feels wrong.

Getting up carefully and slowly from the couch you slowly tip the cocoa into the corner of the fire place. You don't want the splash to give you away, and you're certainly not going to drink anymore of it. The pounding in your ears and the tingle in your fingers could just as easily be your own fears and nerves, but it's not impossible for him to have laced the drink.

Cocoa has a strong flavor, it could hide a lot of things.

The problem now was - what were you going to do?

Even if you called Marco from your own phone, all you'd do is lure him here like Teach wanted. Whether it was for a heated argument, or something more sinister, didn't really matter. Something about Marco's anger toward Teach left you feeling like a simple conversation wasn't going to be how things went.

Teach had said it was a half mile up the road to get to his house. The Manor was maybe 5 miles from where you had been. You were most certainly on the back of that bike for more than half a mile, but he was so big and you were so cold you hadn't looked around.

You swayed a little, thinking of the turns you'd taken to get here. None of them lead you strictly away from the Manor, but you could easily be further west of your destination than you meant. Once your phone had some juice you could use the GPS to at least see where you were.

It was cold, but running would keep you warm.

Running, at night, with no moon, was not the ideal situation of the century, but it was better than the alternative. Once you got some distance between you and the house you could call Marco and have him come meet you, there was no reason to try and run the full distance.

You got up off the couch and went over to check on your phone's progress. You tap on the screen but nothing happens.

The phone is completely dark. There's not even a little battery icon popping up to show you progress.

Picking it up your eyes shift and you realize the surge protector Teach had the charger plugged into wasn't plugged into the wall. Marco's words about being threatened cool your blood again and you take a second to try and calm your heart when Teach's voice nearly leaps you out of your skin.

"Wondered how long that would take ya'." Teach says and you turn around quickly. You hadn't heard him move since he settled into the den. People could be stealthy, but your hearing was remarkable, and for him to move so silently at his size was disconcerting.

Your eyes shift around the room. "Why?"

"Pops was one of the greatest pirates of a bygone era." Teach starts, he looks relaxed, and kind of bored. You can feel yourself bristle at the implication, but having him under estimate you would be best. "He and Roger were rivals, friendly ones, for whatever good that did 'em. Both crews had riches, lass. Roger sunk his into changin' the world, for all the good it did. Pops didn't do anything like that."

Teach steps toward you and you bolt out of the room and into the hall, and then into the kitchen. You hear Teach moving this time, and once you see him you scramble back toward the living room. That room leads to the foyer and the faster you could reach a door you already knew about, the faster you could run away.

You hear Teach slip and swear behind you and keep your focus on the door. Even a deadbolt can slow someone down if they're too panicked to operate it correctly. Once your hand was on the knob you twisted it. The bolt hit the frame, so you left your hand on the knob and reached up with your other hand and turned the bolt.

With the knob still turned, and the bolt gone, you pulled and flung the door open. Cold night air rushes you, angrier than it was earlier, but you're not staying in this house.

Something pulls at you and before you can clear the porch, you're being pulled back into the house. You don't feel anything physical on you for a couple seconds until the unseen force yanks you right into Teach's hand.

Hauling you around by the back of your collar, he spins you swiftly, grabbing your collar and jacket in one strong hand, lifting you up like you weigh nothing, and shoving you roughly against the wall. The impact knocks the air from you and it takes you a second to catch your breath.

"Lucky for us both, that you have a devil fruit, little girl." The warm eyes and jovial demeanor of earlier are gone. Dark cold eyes bore into yours as Teach taps the barrel of a pistol against your shoulder. "Cause while I'm a good shot, I ain't no doctor."

Teach tucks the gun away and pulls out his phone.

"Smile for the camera, doll." He says, and you spit on the phone, covering the little lens with spit. It's a near useless act of defiance, but you're not going to make things easy for him.

Teach grins, and you feel your body go cold with fear. He pulls you away from the wall only to slam you back into it so hard you're hoping the heavy crunch is plaster and wood, and not your bones. The force is enough that you can't be sure, as pain sears your backside even with a couple layers of clothing.

Your senses reel as you try to make sense of his strength he pulls you away and slams you back into the wall a second time. The pain is like lightning through your back, and you feel something sharp break against your head. A nail, a sharp piece of wood, you aren't sure, but you can already feel the blood trickling through your hair.

His iron grip is on your dust-covered face and neck, and your focus in on trying to breathe. You can't be bothered about the phone's camera, you can barely even see the damn thing between the dust, and the warm disorienting feeling of hot liquid trickling down your face. The pain is almost comforting, because if you were severely injured you think you'd be too overloaded to feel it all so clearly.

"This time I'll help ya pose, lass." He says, squeezing your face and holding you still. It's harder to breathe like this, and he's so much taller your feet can't find any purchase.

There's a flash and a clicking sound, and you cough when Teach releases you, letting you fall to the floor in half a heap. Your whole body hurts worse than you think it ever has before, but even with the pain, nothing feels broken. Every breath tastes like dust and dirt, and the only other thing you can taste and smell is blood.

Broken, or not, you're not running in this condition. You're not even sure you could stand under your own power right now. At the very least you find you'd rather just stay on the floor, hand on your head. You wince at the sharp pain, but the cut on your head is already gummy, so it wasn't deep enough to be a primary concern right now.

"Look at my guest." Teach says, muttering while he types his message.

You growl in pain as a heavy hand grabs you by the back of your collar and picks you up without any concern. He's taller and broader than Marco, and massive compared to you, but it's still disorienting how he's tossing you around like a pillow, and not the full grown human that you are.

"Don't worry, little trinket, I'm going to make sure you're not dying, and then you an' me are gonna wait for big brother - oh, look at that. He's calling me for once. Let's use that fancy video chat option, eh?"

He shifts you until you're head's next to his, one big hand holding you in place. You can see the phone through one eye, but the other's gummed shut with blood from the cut on your head. You knew vaguely that wounds on your head and face bled worse than anywhere else on your body, even if they were only superficial.

You just knew, no matter what state you were in, you didn't want anyone else to get hurt, and certainly not Marco. But you also knew Marco wasn't going to leave you to your fate.

There's a tense moment of silence and you shake your head. "No."

"Strong girl you got here, brother." Teach says, squeezing you closer until you grimace from the pain. "Feisty, too."

"... What do you want, Teach?" The tone in Marco's voice almost scares you more than Teach's entire existence. You'd certainly never heard him angry before, and right now he was furious.

You were almost grateful you couldn't clearly see the video feed.

"What I'm owed, Marco." He answers in a long-suffering tone.

"I told you -."

"I don't want the company line!" Teach bellows, his grip on your tightening again for a second before he calms down again. "The amount's the same. Figure it out. You know where I am, and what I'll do if I catch a whiff of anything."

"W-wait," you force yourself to speak, smacking Teach's hand in case he doesn't hear you.

"Aww, got some encouraging words, poppet?"

"My... my boss can help." You explain, closing your eyes.

"And who might that be?" Teach questions, amusement in his voice.

"Ivankov." Marco answers for you. "I'll get you your money Teach. Then we'll resolve this new issue."

[nikatyler]

Sims Say the Darnest Things: When you get this, list five of your characters and their best quotes so far. Then pass it on to five other storytelling simblrs.

I've had this sitting in my inbox for months now and ngl every time I looked at it, I felt a little ashamed because I really didn't work on my simblr stories AT ALL this year and I actually had so many plans. I haven't even touched my big Raleb story that I've mentioned here and there ever since their breakup storyline... (: I need to get it done and posted. I owe it to you guys. And I need to write it for myself too.

Ok, so in no particular order, let's go! Thank you for giving me an excuse to go through my NSB! I jumped from one generation to another randomly, I didn't read it all in chronological order lol, no idea why but I just felt like it. I think they'll be exchanges rather than single quotes out of context because that makes them better.

(1)

Caleb: “No, it wasn’t. I can tell when you’re feeding me a lie just to make sure I’m not worried. After all that has happened, it’s a little pointless, don’t you think?” Ross: “Saying ‘easier than I thought’ sounds better than 'I’ll have nightmares for years’, don’t you think? But I’d do it again for you.”

Honestly this entire post could just be their quotes because they have some of the best lines in the entirety of my NSB, all through the nine generations that I've played so far.

(2)

Kieran: “Your mum thinks it’s my turn to get pregnant now.”

idk why but now that I'm rereading gen 1, this kinda made me laugh

(3)

Pastel: “When I first saw you, I thought we would have so much fun together. And then my second impression was, actually, maybe not. But you proved me wrong. We have a lot of fun together, in the streets and in the sheets –” Jesse: “Come on.” Pastel: “My point is, Jesse, will you marry me?”

They might not seem like it but Pastel and Jesse are like my 3rd most favourite couple in this legacy and probably the 2nd most exciting one right after Raleb -- sorry Sunset and Dawn, these girls did have better storyline than you.

(4)

Prince: “I enjoyed it too. And I enjoyed being with you. I never thought I’d say it again. You’re terrible –” Violet Sky: “Yup –” Prince: “…and I’m…”

Now that it's been a while I don't think Prince should've come back to Vi but oh well he did and it was cute 🤷‍♀️ (or maybe he could've come back to him but the execution of that storyline was not the greatest ok, I'll admit that)

(5)

Ross: “I would buy Pastel a pipe organ, you know.” Bambi: “So you heard that, huh.” Ross: “I didn’t. She complained to me.” Bambi: “Seriously, where would we put it? I’d rather get her a kitten.” Ross: “Yeah, that works. You get her a kitty, I get her a pipe organ.”

Ending with another Ross quote because I love him so much lol. I think I've overlooked this side of him lately. He's like, he wasn't really there for his daughter when she was little so now he's making up for it spoiling all his descendants like crazy. Maybe it's time to consider replacing one of his traits with "family oriented" because my guy is totally family oriented.

Anyway, thanks again for the ask, sorry it took me so long, and hopefully there will be more of my NSB in 2024! We have stuff to fix and wrap up.

[thecardiganunderthebed]

who's afraid of little of me

Jude still remembers the look Locke gave her before she almost took his life. It angers her, but then again, there is little about Locke that doesn't anger her. But that moment of surprise is what sends her seething. The way he looked up in surprise wasn't because she had betrayed him. It was because she had betrayed him. Oh, how could she ever? Poor mortal Jude, willing to risk so much for a man she once thought had loved her. Her fragile poor heart has been absolutely torn and raptured into pieces. “If you hurt me, I wouldn't cry. I would hurt you back.” He must never have believed her when she said that.

Or when she was a spy under the prince who could have ruled and not a single person suspected her of it. How could they? How could a fragile little mortal do anything or have any impact on the royal landscape? "You're no killer". The man who had played father had told her that long enough in more ways than one. Was that the tipping point? The one entity that sent her over the edge? Was being told she was not a killer the very thing that made her one? She will never know because she has learnt to not ponder.

if you wanted me dead, you should've just said. nothing makes me feel more alive

She must add the look Cardan gave her when he was crowned High King to list of looks she will never forget. But she had grown past that. It was the eyes that lingered after that became more memorable. The daggers made it clear that she was believed an incompetent seneschal. The heady feeling hit when she realised the simple principle of what can they do. Manipulate Cardan? Talk him into an idea? Twist his views to agree with theirs? They could, but what they wouldn't realise is she had already done every one of those things and there was nothing they could do about it now. Not for a long, long time. It was clear that many, including Macdoc, wanted her gone. The satisfaction is sweet when somebody wants you in your grave but you stand on their necks instead.

i wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me, you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

Her parents were killed and she was raised by their murderer. She was almost raped at fourteen. Manipulated. Hurt. Pushed down. Told repeatedly that no matter how good she was, no matter how much she tried, even if she bested them she would never be them or close to them in any criteria apart from cunning and wit, even then that would not be enough. In god's honest truth, she wanted to find one person in this world who thought she would turn out normal and unaffected and shake them until they told her why.

I was tame, I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean

She had to keep her head down. Replying made it worse, fighting back could make it deadly. She wasn't a living breathing thing, she was a spectacle for any reveller to enjoy. Maybe if the sister that looked like what she could've been didn't hurt her, she would be more like her. Maybe if the sister who was part of the world she craved so deeply showed her that her methods of care weren't just a method of selfish self-serving altruism she wouldn't have become so self-reliant. Maybe if she hadn't grown around twisted ideas of love and happiness she would have found it earlier. But she had become the consequences of where she was, a fairytale land with the ideals of a Grimm brothers fairy tale. If she had to play the part of the spectacle, she would play it well. She had done too much to ever stop.

In the end, It all came down to proving the one thing she had vowed to do with all her conviction and remnants of a heart

“If I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse.”

jude "who's afraid of little of me" duarte

jude "but my bare hands paved their paths" duarte

jude "if you wanted me dead, you should've just said. nothing makes me feel more alive" duarte

jude "i wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me" duarte

jude "you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me" duarte

jude "I was tame, I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean" duarte

jude "you should be" duarte

[simpingandshitposting]

Thinking About You

Dabi x f!Reader

A/n: This one is inspired by the girlies in the server and the presents we get from our Kings 👑🥰🙌 iykyk

I promise part 3 of Kingdom of Fire is coming soon😭I know it's been over a month, I'm sorry it's taking me so long but I'm almost done<3

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship, praise kink, masturbation, scratching, slight choking, biting, oral (f and m receiving), cock-warming, mating press, auralism kink.

Summary: You wake up to a little gift from your boyfriend, and as soon as you start to take care of the problem he created, he sneaks in for a visit and catches you in the act.

Word Count: 2.6k

@haru-x-ren @electricnovaa

Sometime in the middle of the night, you had woken up from your much needed, but scarcely gotten sleep. You'd been restless all night for some reason, probably just your insomnia acting up again. You roll over and stumbly reach for your phone on the nightstand. The time read 2:36am and you only had one notification.

You usually put your phone on do not disturb when going to bed, and only one person was on that priority notification list. So thru blurred vision and squinted eyes, you clicked on the text message from your boyfriend. You sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes clear, and your gaze ran over the screen.

Dabs💙

Thinking about you<3

▷ •l||ll||ll||ll||ll||ll||ll||ll||ll||ll||ll||ll• 1:42

You weren't entirely sure what the voice message was that he sent you, but you hit play on it anyway. Once you hit the button, you heard quiet, but heavy breathing. You were confused for a second until you heard a small whimper, followed by a breathy "yeah~".

Your eyes widened and you were instantly fully awake. Your cheeks grew a little hot as you listened to the lewd noises your boyfriend was making while thinking about you. And god did they sound so pretty. You felt heat rising between your legs and a wet spot growing on your panties. You wished he was there with you, instead of on some important mission for Shigs.

Little did you know, he'd finished up early and was on his way to you right now. He'd been on this mission for a few days now. He'd never tell you where he was going, or what he was doing, always trying to keep you as far away from it as possible. All he told you was that he was needed, and he wouldn't be back for what should've been another day or two, and promised to come see you as soon as he could.

The more you listened, the more your thighs started to involuntarily rub together. His moans were creating a problem you were sure you'd need to take care of by yourself. His breathing was getting heavier, his whimpering more frantic. He repeated your name multiple times while giving you praise. Saying things like "oh~ y/n... I miss that pretty little pussy so much. ngh~ as s-soon as I come home I'm gonna— ugh~ I'm gonna take such good care of you angel." The two of you didn't live together, yet every single time he would tell you he was "coming home" and it just made you melt.

You could hear the city around him, the sound of a car passing by every so often. Along with the wet sound of the way he pleasured himself. The thought of him being so needy while tucked away in an alley somewhere only made your problem worse. He was getting whiney, and hearing him so desperate was enough to make you let out a quiet moan of your own. You could hear the strain in his voice when he moaned your name once again. The same strain you were all too familiar with hearing right next to your ear when he had you pinned to the mattress.

You heard it when his cord snapped. You could tell the exact moment when he'd entered that euphoric feeling of an orgasm, and it turned your brain into soup. It was followed by a few heavy breaths before it went silent. After the minute and fourty-two second recording ended, you found yourself dissatisfied. You wanted more. Needed more of it. Of him.

You leaned over and rummaged around your nightstand, still in the dark, and found your charging ear buds. You opened the case and slipped them in your ears, automatically connecting to your phone. you hit play on the recording again, and you heard those same breathy moans. You shut your eyes and leaned against your headboard. This was exactly what you wanted. It sounded like he was right there, whimpering those praises into your ear like he was in the room, fucking you himself.

Your hand snaked in between your thighs as you listened to his praises, pushing past the waist band of your panties and finding its way to your needy clit. You were slow at first, working yourself up just like he would. You pushed two fingers past your tight entrance and let out a sinful sound of pleasure. The way he whimpered and whined made your head fuzzy and it was enough to make your gummy walls tighten around your own fingers.

Your hand slipped inside your shirt and you tugged and pinched your nipple, just like he would, doing your best to replicate the way he touched you. You continued to work yourself while listening to him and you were almost there when it went silent again. You opened your eyes and let out an irritated sigh. You took your hand out of your shirt and hit play again before continuing your ministrations.

Unbeknownst to you, your bedroom window slowly slid open and Dabi's thin form crawled thru into the dark room. This was how he entered your apartment most of the time. He was sure that you'd be asleep at a time like this, expecting to come in and just cuddle up with you and say hi in the morning, so when he entered the room he was surprised to see you awake, and masturbating right in front of him.

He could barely see you, the only light in the room being the tiny cast from the moon coming thru the window, and the illumination from your phone screen. Suddenly he heard you give a throaty moan and it instantly made him hard. What could possibly have you so worked up at 2:45 in the morning? And then he glanced at your screen, seeing his contact and remembering the whiney voice message he sent you hours ago.

He smirked, and then glanced up to your face. Your eyes were closed and your eye brows furrowed. That familiar expression of pleasure made him switch. He realized that you didn't know he was there, so he decided to sit for a bit and enjoy the show. Surely you wouldn't mind.

About a minute passed before the voice message stopped again. You opened your eyes to hit play once more, but as soon as you did, you saw dabi leaning against the wall, pumping his own dick. You jumped, not expecting him to be there. "Jesus Christ—" you breathed out. He smirked, not stopping his movement. "Sorry doll, didn't mean to scare ya." He pushed off the wall and took a few steps closer to your bed. "But please... Don't stop on my account." Your face flushed red and if it weren't for the lack of light, he'd be able to see just what his voice did to you. You didn't move for a second, and then you felt his hand run up the length of your thigh. "...unless you'd rather I take over." he stared into your eyes with that familiar lustful smirk painted on his lips. He already knew your answer.

He reached up and removed your earbuds so you could hear him clearly. Setting them, and your phone back on your night stand. As he leaned over you to move your things, you spoke. "you're back early." He smiled and planted a kiss on your cheek. "I missed you." He kissed you again on your shoulder as you heard him kick his shoes off next to the bed. "Now let me take care of you just like I promised."

He was on top of you now, lavishing your neck with sloppy kisses, leaving marks like he always did. Claiming his territory. His hand slid up your waist, pushing the fabric of his shirt up and over your breasts. He pushed his knee in-between your legs, forcing them to spread for him. As if you'd even resist.

His teeth sunk into the soft skin at the base of your neck and you whined right next to his ear. His grip on your breast tightened and he groaned against your skin. One of your arms wrapped around his neck and ran your fingers thru his inky black hair. The other around his back, pulling at his T-shirt, wanting it off. He pulled away from you, sitting on his knees and tugged it over his head. Your hands immediately found his abdomen in the dark, feeling his mixed skin and cold metal against your palms. You sat up and lowered your hands to his belt, leaving soft kisses on his stomach.

He rested a hand on the back of your head, lacing his fingers in your hair gently. Once you unbuckled his pants, you pulled them down over his hips along with his boxers. It flong out at you, throbbing and needy for attention. You took it in your hand and teased his tip with your tongue. You could taste the precum that started to leak from his slit as he let out a few breathy moans. "I missed you too" you finally replied, your voice breathy and seductive. It sent goosebumps down his forearms and he closed his eyes. He let out a deep sigh of pleasure when you planted another gentle kiss on his tip. His eyes opened and met yours, staring up at him in the dim light from the window. His rough palm cupped your face, finding comfort in your soft skin. "Show me just how much you missed me." The desire in his voice was unmistakable with the way his words came out as a growl of demand more than a request.

You opened your mouth and sank yourself around him, letting your tongue coat the underside of his shaft with wet saliva. The moan he let out was sinful. He'd been craving you for days. Desperate for the pleasure you gave him that no one else could ever match.

His eyes were fixed on yours as he watched his dick disappear down your throat over and over again. You always took him so well. There's no way he'd last much longer with the way you were swallowing him whole. Especially having gone a whole week with nothing but his hand. He started twitching and throbbing, and then you heard him stutter out some words. N-no shit ngh~ "

He pulled out of your mouth quickly with a few heavy breaths. "You are too fucking good at that angel." You smiled at him, wiping your mouth with your wrist. He let out a small chuckle before grabbing your neck and pushing you down on the bed. "My turn." He caught your whimper with a kiss so deep you felt your pussy throb. He pushed the shirt over your breasts once again and sucked on one of your hardened nipples. Your face was burning as that tingly pleasure went straight to your core. Your legs tried to instinctively close, but they were trapped open by him in-between them.

He trailed wet kisses over skin, simultaneously pulling your panties over your hips and past your thighs. He took his lips off of you only long enough to completely remove them and discard them somewhere in the dark room. With bent knees, you spread your legs for him once more and he lowered himself to level with your mattress. He kissed the inside of your thigh softly, putting both your legs over his shoulders. He kissed your other thigh the same way before sinking into your heat. The flat of his tongue covered your folds and dragged across them before tracing circles around your sensitive bud. His hands encircled your things and held them tight when you whimpered. He did the same motion again, taunting you with his slow ministrations. His tongue teased at your entrance and pushed past your pulsating hole. He swirled his tongue around, poking that gummy pressure point at your entrance that most men didn't even know existed. It made you arch your back and cry out a few whimpers. He pushed on it again and you saw stars.

He continues to go back and forth between sucking on your clit and tongue fucking you. You were getting so close and then he groaned against you, vibrating the parts of you that were in his mouth and that tipped you over the edge. Loud moans came pouring out of you and your thighs clamped around his head. Your hips tried to buck upwards but he gripped your waist and held you down. His tongue did not stop until your screams and cries faded into heavy breathing with small whimpers from your sensitivity and he felt your throbbing aftershock as he pulled away.

He wiped his mouth with his wrist, just as you did, and came back up to pepper soft kisses on your cheek and neck. He whispered in your ear. "I'll never get tired of the way you taste." And kissed your neck again. He was a gentle lover, even when he was rough he did indeed always take such good care of you.

Your arms wrapped around his back and pulled him closer to you. At the same time he pushed your legs as far up as they'd let him, letting his dick slide between your folds a few times. "Dabi, please~" you whined. How could he deny your begging? He pulled his hips back and pushed slowly inside you. The both of you moaning into each other's mouths. "Why are you always ngh~ so damn tight?" Your nails dug into his back as he dragged himself almost completely out of you and back in again. It was a big stretch, but not painful at all. Tears welled in your eyes just a little and he smirked, kissing the spot on your cheek where one fell. "You're so pretty...ngh~ and all mine." He picked up his pace now, pistong into you while he had you in a mating press. And there it was, his whiney moans in your ear just like the voice message he sent you. It made your walls tighten around him which only made him whimper more. He grabbed onto one of your hands, interlocking your fingers and pushing it down into the mattress. The other snaked around your arched back, holding you even closer to him. Your breasts pressed firmly against his chest and his face buried in the crook of your neck, leaving more bite marks.

His hips snapped into you again and again and he started to throb once more. Your cord was on the verge of snapping. He lifted himself off of you a little to rub circles on your clit with his thumb. "Cum for me angel. F-fuck~ can you do that me? Be a good girl and cum for me nguh-" His voice sent you toppling over into another orgasm and you squeezed him so tight that his eyes rolled in the back of his head, seeing stars as he emptied himself in you. Filling you to the brim with his sticky white cum. He didn't even stop, or slow down, he just fucked his seed deeper into you for a few more minutes until his adrenaline wore out.

He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavy in your ear. You struggled to catch your breath as well, rubbing his back where you'd left marks before. Eventually your breathing evened out and you heard the tiniest snore. "Baby?" You whispered, moving some of the hair from his face to take a look at him. Sure enough, he'd passedout while cock-warming himself inside you. He must have been so exhausted from the long mission, plus coming home to take care of you.

You pressed a soft kiss to his temple, settling your head on the pillow and letting his breathing lull you to sleep.

[wetpapert0wel]

ugh

[j10kkuno]

I keep meaning to do an update for this blog. I know I've been majorly gone and at first I felt bad but the more time I spent away the better I feel??? But I want to feel able to post random Sykkuno stuff on here without owing an explanation as to why I've been gone every single time.

So this is a blanket, things are going really well for me, I'm not spending a lot of time on the streaming world, but I still love the people I did(for the most part) and I want to be able to come and go from this place now.

I've done a lot of mental health work since the start of April. At the start of April, I saw someone who easily makes me the happiest person in the world and just that weight being lifted off my chest was like... I realized my anxiety(and I'm starting to think my depression) was a tower and my anxiety over that person was the base of that tower and had been building for 25 months. And seeing him, it popped that base and knocked down that tower.

And everything that was building on top, once it was on the ground, was much easier to navigate because I could see it.

Around the same time, the new Star Wars lego video game came out. I fell in love. As a Star Wars fan since 2006ish, it instantly became my game. It was familiar. It was love. And I was able to enjoy it, being so much high on seeing W.

That properly pulled me back into the Star Wars fandom, and I was choosing not to watch streams because I wanted to game or read or write. And god is it good to be in a proper fictional fandom again and not GTA. It's good to be able to write without having the IRLness to it. I can ship and it's just a weird Star Wars ship(mayhaps Tarkin/Vader???) but nothing's wrong with it.

And just in general. I can tell not being addicted to streams is doing me a lot of good. Cause I was. Addicted. I reasoned it as one of the few things that made me happy and distracted me and missing out story when it came to GTA. Which the first part should've been a BIG red flag but we were also in a pandemic with social distancing and isolation. But I purposefully didn't let myself get into other things because it would distract me from streams and it took weeks to teach myself that watching other GTA streamers if Sykk was streaming another game that that was okay. Like looking back it wasn't good.

It wasn't all bad. I still love Sykk and still watch a few hours every week and follow everyone on Twitter. I LOVED the piano version of a song Leslie just released. But it's much more moderated and it feels good. And that doesn't leave a lot of content for here.

But lately, I can tell my self worth is a lot higher. I'm genuinely enjoying life more. My therapist and I had a really overwhelmingly good session planning me working towards applying for jobs. It's a long process so I don't get spooked. Instead of letting managers walk over me, I'm standing up for myself and letting them know when I get overwhelmed at work.

I feel like me again. And it is so nice. I could cry at how nice it feels. So yeah... That's where I'm at and why this blog is at the bottom of my priority list and I'm 100% okay with that.

[snarkwrites]

FFT: Should've Been a Better Shot

Okay, so... I’ve been on a serious Stranger Things kick lately, let me just put that out there right off the bat. This is kind of an idea that came to me last night, so I started it, then like the idiot I am, I promptly fell asleep. It’s cheesy, fluffy as hell and a bit funny too (even though I warn, major douchebag boyfriend/ex boyfriend here in the form of a guy on the show called Tommy H) and yeah.. Here we go.

Obligatory Warnings: First kisses, use of swearing, vague mentions of violence, a guy being a complete and utter waste of air / insulting bag of dicks to the girl he’s supposedly dating and being dumped / roasted in public as an end result, possible OOC-ness on Jonathan Byers part, idk.. That’s about it?

The Squad:

@rampagewriting | @chasingeverybreakingwave 

Other:

[ multifandom tag list doc - if you’re not on here, I’m going to assume you don’t want to be tagged and I will not tag you, so.. yeah. ]

 “ Should’ve been a b e t t e r s h o t.” - jonathan byers x ofc.

“I don’t belong to you, Tommy H. In fact,” my eyes darted around briefly before settling back on my jackass of a boyfriend as I jabbed my fingernail into his firm chest, “I can prove it. I’ll kiss the next guy who walks through the door of this party. How’s that, ya prick? I belong to you, huh? I belong to no one. Get it in your fucking skull.” before stepping away, shimmying my hips in time to AC/DC and starting a backwards walk towards the door of Billy’s house. Yeah, I was stirring the pot. Taunting him. 

I don’t think Tommy believed me, though. In hindsight, he probably should have because the door to Billy’s house swung open just as I reached it and stopped, my back still turned to it, still showing my ass.  Tommy spoke up, barely hiding a laugh. “Go ahead, Briar. Prove your point, princess, so I can beat the guy in the fuckin ground… Unless of course, you’re not up to kissing Byers.”

I didn’t think, I reacted. I didn’t really stop to consider exactly who was walking through the door, either. It didn’t even fully register to me what Tommy said until I turned around and spotted Jonathan. He stood in the doorway, brown eyes darting around, surveying the scene in front of him and I bit my lip, willing up every single ounce of backbone I had. Just as he turned away, obviously about to leave the party, I shoved through a few of the guys on the football team and caught up to him, tapping his shoulder.

Jonathan turned around and I gotta hand it to the guy, despite me having stealth and the element of surprise as I climbed his body, he managed to keep us both upright. My legs wrapped around his waist and my fingers dragged over his scalp, drawing out a quiet gasp that was swallowed quickly by my mouth as my tongue trailed over the outline of his lips before parting them.

“What the heck?” Jonathan muttered, fingertips squeezing into my ass where he was gripping to keep me upright. “Briar?” he pulled away a little to stare, a shocked look in his eyes. But oh… Underneath that look of shock… Just the faintest hint of amusement lingered. 

“Shh. Just go with it, big guy.” I giggled against his mouth as the tips of my fingers squeezed and dug into broad shoulders and my legs squeezed his hips to do a better job in helping him hold me up. His back wound up against the wall and across the room, I heard Tommy growling as he called out, “Enough. It’s not fucking funny anymore, Briar. Get off of Byers right now, princess or so help me God I’ll...” 

Steve must have done something, or the kiss was just so good that I didn’t pay any further attention to Tommy, the gigantic jackass. Either way, Tommy’s yelling died out and my entire focus shifted to this one kiss. 

Accidental it may well be, but it was an opening. A proverbial foot in the door for me. All I had to do was kiss the hell out of Jonathan Byers and maybe… just maybe… he’d pick up on how I felt.

My fingers tugged at the hair on the nape of his neck and I deepened the kiss, pressing completely flush against him, grinding myself against his body as he continued to hold me up. At this point, neither of us were really breathing on our own, we were more or less sharing breath every single time our mouths connected, the quiet slurps and soft smacks of the impact filling the thickened tension filled air between us.

I could feel everyone staring. I didn’t fucking care.

“Holy shit! Hey, Tommy, you’re losin your girl to Byers, man. Better handle it.” I came back into reality as the kiss broke one last time and one of Billy’s idiot friends called out to my ex, Tommy H about handling the situation.

Tommy was making his way towards us and knowing it was fully my fault, I put myself between Jonathan and Tommy, smirking up at Tommy. “Careful, Tommy, or I can always tell everybody just how fucking boring 6 seconds can actually be.”

“Goddamn.. Did she just burn him?”

From the back, Nancy was giving me the thumbs up and Steve was nearly howling in laughter. Tommy tensed all over, squaring up, stepping closer to Jonathan, who I kept an arm in front of to keep Tommy from getting any bright ideas. I fully acknowledge this is entirely my fault and that all Jonathan Byers did was to walk in the room.

“You little slut. That’s how it is now, huh?” Tommy posed the question, threatening tone and everything.

“I mean, if you want the replay, asshole, I can elaborate further.” I gulped as I said it, my eyes locking on Tommy’s and starting to panic a little when I saw the unbridled rage brewing in his eyes.

From behind me, Jonathan cleared his throat. “Briar, move.”

“Nope.” I answered calmly.

“Don’t make me move you, Briar.” Jonathan spoke up again, a firmer tone as he said it this time.

“You wouldn’t dare, Jonathan.” I didn’t even turn away from Tommy as I said it, that’s how little I trusted Tommy not to go full psycho and start a fight with Jonathan… which is what I was trying to avoid having happen by inserting myself between the two.

In a split second, Jonathan’s arms snaked around me and he somehow managed to wrangle me out from between the two of them. I tried to shove back around but his arm went out, keeping me at bay and he stepped up a little.

“What’d you call her?” Jonathan’s voice was quiet. Deathly calm. Almost menacing and definitely a bit of a turn on when I heard him.

“You fucking heard me, Byers. I called her a little slut.” Tommy smirked at Jonathan, folding his arms over his chest after shoving at Jonathan a little. “What are you gonna do about it, Byers? Beat me up like you did Steve when Steve called your weird ass little brother what he really is? Slut. Slut. Slut. Ya know, “Tommy searched his face for a reaction before continuing, “You two are gonna be real good together, man. Mouthy little slut and a sick fuck stalker with a camera.”

From behind Jonathan, I growled quietly. “Jonathan, let me the fuck at him. Now.”

Before I could actually try to remove myself from behind Jonathan, he’d taken a swing, the hit connecting with Tommy’s nose and sending a spattering of blood at least a good few feet in front of Tommy. I gaped and bit my lip, trying not to stare up at Jonathan’s turned back, frozen in place in shock.

And I don’t think I was the only one shocked, either, just going by the look on everyone else’s face. Jonathan stared down at his fist, un clenching it, flexing out his hand. I saw Tommy staggering back forward and I grabbed a cup of punch off the table nearby, splashing it in his eyes, grabbing Jonathan’s hand, and making a mad dash for the door.

“Where the fuck are you going? I wasn’t done with you yet, Briar.” Tommy called out to me and I turned, smirking at him calmly. “Oh, you’re fucking done, Tommy H. Guess you should’ve been a better shot, huh?”

Jonathan picked me up over his shoulder, the shock having worn off and he carried me out the door of Billy’s house, stepping in front of me when I heard Tommy taunting from the door and tried to shove back towards him. 

“Hey, whoa. Calm down. How are you so tiny and so filled with rage?” Jonathan was joking a little, trying to make the situation less tense if I had to guess. Trying not to mention what I’d done earlier too.

I bit my lip and took a few deep breaths, Jonathan’s hands on my upper arms seeming to calm me down a little. “ I’d say I’m sorry about kissing you but I’m actually not… Just if you’re wondering.”

He gave a nod, staring down at me a few seconds, stepping closer cautiously. “Was it just to piss Tommy off?”

“Uh, no. I try and avoid doing that since he’s gone full boomerang bat shit bananas lately, Jon.”

“Okay then, why?”

I stood there fumbling for words, staring up at him as none came. I took a deep breath and tried again, stepping even closer to him, lightly pressing against and putting my hands beneath the front of his jacket for warmth and something better to do with them at the moment as I stared up at him. 

“Maybe I wanted to.” I shrugged, trying my best to be nonchalant about it.

“Good to know. Do you want a ride home?” Jonathan asked quietly, staring down at me still.

“Yes, please?” I gave him begging eyes as he chuckled quietly, shaking his head, leading me to his car and opening the passenger door for me.

I got in and leaned my head against the passenger window, bursting into a fit of giggles that had him laughing too when he got into the driver seat.

As he pulled the car out of Billy’s dirt driveway, he spoke up again, reaching out to lower the volume of the music on the radio. “Maybe I wanted you to kiss me too.”

“Excellent to know, Jonathan.” I mumbled, slipping my hand over his, where it rested on the console. His car came to a stop behind mine in my driveway and I took a deep breath, nodding towards the house. “Well, this is me.”

“Yep.”

I made no move to get out. Instead, I leaned across the seat, turning Jonathan’s head so that he was looking at me. At first, I was going for a sweet little corner of the mouth kiss. But then I thought about the way it felt earlier, with his tongue battling mine for dominance.. The taste of mint and soda when I kissed him. The scent of his shampoo or whatever cologne he wore and yeah, maybe I just couldn’t resist going for it again.

He needed affirmation that I definitely wanted to kiss him anyway, did he not?

As my mouth collided with his, his lips parted and he reached out, pulling me in deeper. I used my grip on the top of his seat to keep my balance and my teeth latched onto his lower lip, tugging until I heard him whimper and he took a deep breath, pulling back just a little, catching his breath before he closed the distance between our mouths again and muttered softly against my lips, “You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?”

“You need the excitement I can bring, Jonathan.” I stated, my tongue blazing a slow trail over the outline of his lips as my mom started flashing the porch light for me just to get a rise out of me. I pulled away, giggling softly after leaning in to steal one more little kiss and biting my lip, I finally muttered softly, “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay. Goodnight, Briar.” Jonathan smiled at me softly, chuckling again.

“Oh, trust me.. I am definitely going to have the sweetest dreams tonight, Jonathan.” I started to pull myself away fully after playfully booping the tip of his nose and slipping out of the passenger seat of his car, lingering on the porch to compose myself as I watched him drive away down my street.

[whats-the-story-tc]

20th of March, 2020

"The One with Specs' Very Conflicting Opinions on One Miss V"

Seeing how my friends got responses like "Great answers, thank you!" or anywhere and everywhere within that range of positive and encouraging comments, I got incredibly excited when I was notified of V's response, a bit before 8 AM.

V: "Thank you!"

Total meltdown. I asked everyone I regularly talk to and as far as I'm concerned, I'm the only one without any comment at all. Just that. Just thank you. My perfectionist ass, way too eager to please people, immediately started scouting for what I could've done wrong that I got only this much. Just two words. But as soon as I told Bandana Friend that I now I'm sure I'm boring V to no extent, I got this response:

BanF: "[SPECS] FUCKING STOP"

BanF: "SHE ADORES YOU"

BanF: "WHY DO YOU THINK YOU'RE THE ONE SHE TALKS ABOUT EVERYTHING TO"

I couldn't argue with that, though adore is maybe a tad bit too strong for however V may feel about me. Even still, in that very moment, I was quite mad at her. Well, okay, not mad, but... hurt. She wasn't trying to hurt me, that much I know, but I felt like shit. I did everything in my power to write something that would get a strong response, or at least longer than a single word. Now I know it was incredibly pointless and I should've studied more instead, but I spent two hours afterwards crying with varying intensity. I just don't know who she is, not even now, and I didn't have her eyes as a cheat sheet anymore. By the time I'm writing this, I'm getting closer to finding answers, so it's all fine. But at the same time... no, it isn't. I bloody miss her a lot, even though she's constantly within reach, her name and face seared onto my personal contact list on The Platform That Shall Not Be Named, as a reminder.

But enough about my misery, off we go with the rest of the story.

It's 9:30 by the time she returns, informing us in the class chat on The Platform That Shall Not Be Named about the existence of Zoom (you'll know what that is), saying: "Next week, we could already see each other!" I wasn't sure at the time whether I could handle it. To be honest, I'm still not.

An hour-ish later, she returns to the same chat with a test reminder written in all caps.

Another hour later, she pops up in the Messenger chat, her all caps message having no less than four (4) exclamation marks, the sight of which inspired the following text to my friends:

S: "Thank you, Miss. Will there be a twentieth message, too, so I'll feel even more fucked up or was that enough? 🤣"

S: "(Joking.)"

Blonde Boy in the Back joked that he might not make it, V responding the following:

V: "Until now, I've only informed you three times on three different platforms, if you don't write it, at least I'll have to grade less."

Ouch. Ruthless.

About three quarters of the test were things I couldn't cheat out of my handy dandy little notebook, open next to me. They were either literary devices to recognise, things to look up on the Internet, or that one last analysis. Even if you didn't want to, you had to think — or be like those five people who kept messaging me for answers. Okay, I'd be lying if I said it didn't have me whisper-screaming "[V's first name], fuck you" a couple times, but I have to give credit where it's due. She is an absolutely brilliant woman, you guys. Stellar. Incredibly clever and just so good at what she does. I will never not be amazed.

Throughout the whole test, she kept in touch with us, to inform us of a question she messed up and to thank us for the answers that slowly kept coming in. Then, this happened:

V: "received everyone's, you guys were great!"

S: "Seeing the questions were good... 🙂"

V: "I can state that from a grading viewpoint google forms isn't very practical"

V: "But we're all learning 🙂"

Copycat. Also, the day I stop catering to V's ego is probably the day I die. Lmao.

Half an hour later, she thanked us a third time on The Platform That Shall Not Be Named for submitting our answers and dipped, barely to be heard of again (except for a two-letter response to Debate Friend) until Monday.

That very afternoon I was missing school a lot and decided to snoop around on Youtube in search of old videos of my school. I found it a bit funny that V's only been here half the time I have, but is featured in more things. Nevertheless, @justanother-tcblog and I had quite the laugh at some of the things I found. Especially one... rather very peculiar video. Which we're not talking about.

On a closing note, as I was writing I found a conversation from the 6th of September, 2018(!!!) between Bookworm Friend and I. Don't laugh.

BWF: "Btw do you like the English teacher?"

S: "I'm digging her style"

BWF: "Yasss, me too"

S: "Reminds me of myself."

SO I WAS THE ORIGINAL ARSE WHO STARTED IT. This is literally so hilarious. We'd had three classes with her at that point and I was both enticed by and terrified of her. I had no way of knowing "I'm digging her style" would turn into "I'm in love with her" one day. But all the pain aside... I'm glad it did.

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]

[punkscowardschampions]

Rio & Buster

Rio: I'm gonna need you to pick up two bottles on your way home Rio: at least Buster: Consider it done Buster: Do you need me to ask why or are you gonna tell me, like? Rio: Guessing is always fun Rio: and as I told you I was pregnant the other day, and it's a pretty fucked way to 'celebrate' that, it narrows down your guesses a lot Rio: barely a challenge Buster: It's like that, yeah? Rio: Unfortunately, yeah Buster: Say it then, I'm sitting down Rio: Where? Buster: At a desk Buster: Come on, pull off the plaster, babe Rio: but you're so hot though Rio: oh and Saint fell over at the park earlier, but that's not why I need you/a drink Buster: I'll still be hot after you break this news Buster: Shit, he's alright though? Rio: Totally fine, just scraped knees, brave like his daddy, obviously Rio: okay, it's just Rio: things with my family are getting too much for all of them Buster: Thank Christ for that, now tell me which one of your brothers or sisters need something Buster: and what the fuck it is Rio: Oh come on, it's me asking, not them Rio: and I wouldn't unless they really needed me to Buster: It's you asking for them 'cause they know you're a soft touch Buster: But go ahead Rio: 😠 I am not Rio: I've just spent the last, god knows how long, traumatizing Grace, apparently so Buster: Alright, not what I expected you to say Buster: What's wrong? Rio: Well I am full of surprises, you'd do well to remember Rio: I don't even know how to put it, she's Rio: she just needs a bit of one on one attention Buster: How long? Rio: Just a couple of days, honest Rio: she had a night of it and ended up with some sketchy lad at a really sketchy party and Janis had to go get her and take her home to my mum and dad so Rio: she needs time and space to sort her head out so she can face them again and I can make sure she isn't doing stupid shit like that as well Buster: Wait, Janis went? Buster: What the fuck has been happening over there? Rio: I know, she has a hot boyfriend, apparently, who she spends all her time with Rio: maybe if we can give Grace somewhere to get it together too, then things won't be quite so Rio: ugh, from now on Buster: We're so out of the loop, babe Buster: but yeah, 'course Rio: I know, I'm a bad sister Rio: but you're the best Buster: No, you can't take care of everybody all the time, that's all Buster: She'll come over though and you'll do your best to get her sorted Buster: While I take care of everything else Rio: Ugh stop being so capable but don't ever thanks Rio: I don't know how it got to four years so fast I just Buster: Even though I can do it, I'm still gonna make her take care of the kids for me so I can take you out to celebrate this new one properly Buster: I know there's so much other shit going on but I'm really happy, you know Rio: Me too Rio: I love you so much Rio: it just makes me sad that they don't all have a you to keep them sane through the rest, you know Buster: I love you Buster: but I ain't sharing even if there would be enough of me to go around, what with how capable I am Rio: hmpf don't even play Rio: you're mine Buster: I can't play, I've missed you every second of this day so far Buster: You're only making me miss you more Rio: It's you being so capable and perfect shh Rio: just, some of the places and situations they're getting in, makes me think how my life would've been like if we hadn't finally got it together Rio: it so easily could've been me still, I have to make sure they're okay too, by the time they're our age Buster: Baby, don't Buster: You'll break my heart Buster: You know we'll do whatever we have to, anything, everything Rio: I'm sorry, never wanna do that Rio: I can't do it again, too much has already been allowed to get fucked up Rio: I don't just mean Edie, so much before, after Buster: I know Buster: Whatever it takes, I swear Rio: I believe in you Rio: we're a good team, right Buster: You can, I'm never gonna take my eye off the ball when it comes to a single thing that matters to you Rio: Just Rio: thank you for being you Buster: Cheers for loving me, like Rio: How could I not Buster: I refuse to give you that list Buster: Don't ever not Rio: Always have, always will Rio: Can count on it Buster: That still kills me Buster: Always has & always will too Rio: 's how we managed to get pregnant with a 10 month old and a toddler in the house, like Buster: I'm not sorry Buster: I never will be Rio: Me either Buster: I meant it when I said I'd have 11, I still do Rio: still wanna have all your babies Rio: snap Buster: If I believe in fuck all, it's not fate or any of that religious bullshit, it's you Buster: So Rio: You're killing me Rio: there's no way I'm hormonal already, god Buster: You better not be Buster: Unless we're gonna tell Grace Rio: It's fine, she's a big crier, just think it's solidarity Buster: You're really selling this, babe Rio: You don't need to be besties Rio: I promise, she won't disturb you Buster: Nance, come back into the same country as me, all is forgiven Rio: 😏 shh Buster: Don't shh me when I'm preparing a speech Rio: 🤐 Rio: Proceed Buster: Forget it, I wanna hear more about you & your hormones Buster: How are you feeling? Rio: So predictable, you...but same, best excuse to be all over you as if I needed one Rio: no but I do feel good, overall Rio: Grace said some really sad shit but, it's not hopeless, I think I can actually help and she'll let us so Rio: more than I've got with lots of them right now isn't it Buster: I'll beat up any teenage cunts she named & shamed Buster: That'll be a decent start Rio: Not sure she'd appreciate that as much as I do the mental image Rio: not to mention your career, gotta act well within the law now, babe Buster: Well, firstly it ain't for her, not if everything I do, or am willing to, is for you Buster: Secondly, never been caught, which nobody appreciates more than me Buster: My mum and dad maybe Rio: can't put an arrest sheet up on the wall really Rio: granddad might Buster: He definitely would Rio: know he would've thought it was hilarious Janis stole their car if she weren't apparently pissed at the time Buster: Yeah Buster: Still surprised nan didn't pull out a breathalyzer honestly Rio: Honestly Rio: not that she's fighting the claim, she don't care enough to Buster: Who the fuck is this lad then? Rio: None of them seem to know much of anything Rio: he's new and he's English Rio: and hot, of course, mentioned that Rio: Grace said he's not bad but I'm not fully convinced of that yet Buster: She's got as close to dating me as she can without going for it, fair play Rio: 🙄😂 oh God Rio: glad she's not coming over, actually have a fight on our hands Buster: No chance he's as posh as me Buster: She wouldn't Rio: Obviously not, babe, he's 'poor' apparently but we are going off Grace's definition here so not fully sure what that means Buster: That's hilarious Buster: Maybe it won't be all bad having Grace here Rio: don't encourage her Rio: trying to make her have a little tact Buster: Come on, that is funny Rio: to you, posh boy Rio: I, however, can see why Janis wants to smack her sometimes though Buster: I'm raising my son posh too so be careful what you say next, like Buster: Janis wants to smack everyone, I can relate Rio: You are not Rio: OUR son is going to be well-adjusted, thank you very much Buster: Well your daughter is already my little spoiled princess, so unlucky Rio: well like mother like daughter Buster: If you told me she pushed Saint over at the park I'd believe it Buster: You're always starting fights with me that you can't win Rio: Pshhh Rio: you can tell yourself you let me win if that makes you feel any better about it, baby Buster: You can tell yourself I let you win if it means you'll start another one Buster: You know I like it Rio: 😏 Rio: I miss you Rio: when are you home Buster: I miss you too Buster: All of you Buster: I won't be much longer though, promise Rio: they miss you too Rio: he's only just got up Rio: she wouldn't sleep Buster: She only sleeps on me, same as you Rio: it's true Rio: we'll both be here 😪 like Buster: I won't move a muscle Buster: Get really comfortable, it's fine Rio: challenge accepted Rio: sounds like heaven right now Buster: You are heaven, all the time Rio: Buster Buster: Rio Rio: What do you think the baby is this time Buster: I know what I want but whether or not I should think like that Buster: That's another question Rio: well it's always 50/50 Rio: and you won't be disappointed, will you Buster: 'Course not Rio: I can't tell yet Buster: What do you want though? Rio: I'm just glad it's all ours Rio: no drama Buster: Yeah Rio: Sorry Buster: Don't Rio: but I am Rio: not trying to be a downer Rio: just one of those days Buster: I love you, I love her, there's nothing to be sorry for Rio: I know but Buster: No buts Buster: We're all okay here Rio: we are Rio: I've not heard from Junie in Rio: forever Buster: 'Cause what can he say? Rio: what can I say Buster: It's not your fault Rio: don't think I'll lead with that but tah Buster: Come on Buster: It was a relationship that he never should've been in, never mind brought a kid into Buster: None of us could've done shit about it until either of them did Rio: I could've said no Buster: No you couldn't, that's not you Buster: He never should've put you in a position to have to say yes or no to something like that Rio: he needed me to be that person Rio: to be strong enough to say no and realize how fucked it was Buster: He needed to be that person, not you Buster: He got there in the end Rio: too little too late Buster: He could've waited years, raising her himself, that would've been too late Buster: It was just in time Rio: I guess, yeah Rio: leave you to get on now Buster: Don't Buster: Come back to me instead Rio: I know you've got more important things to be doing Rio: and I've got to tell Grace not to pack too much Buster: Fuck that, you know you're the most important thing in the world to me Buster: I'm not letting you go Rio: Babe Rio: I'm fine, I promise Buster: You don't need to say that to me Buster: You can say whatever you want Buster: Whenever Rio: I know Rio: but I am, mostly Rio: you make me so happy Buster: Good Buster: What can I do to make you more than mostly fine? Buster: I'll round up every single one of your siblings if that's what you want Rio: that would be interesting to watch Rio: but also not gonna wish that on you Buster: I can handle it Rio: I've not forgot how capable you are Rio: but I can think of ways I'd rather put that to use, like Buster: Yeah? Rio: mhmm Rio: so many chores with your name on Rio: 😏 Buster: Consider them done as well then Rio: you're cute and I'm kidding Buster: I'm not so you'll be able to enjoy how good I look doing each of those chores Rio: ugh just be here Buster: Tell me that I have to leave now Rio: You should Rio: I need you Rio: we do Buster: If you need me, I'm there Rio: sometimes I just wanna marry you all over again Buster: Well, I also meant it when I said I'd marry you every year Buster: So you do owe me, like Buster: Nothing would cheer Grace up more than if we let her plan it either Rio: That's brave Buster: I am Buster: Like father like son, remember Buster: Probably do set her a budget though Rio: Are you serious Buster: Why not? Rio: Lots of reasons Rio: I'm pregnant, being one Buster: We can wait until after the baby's born if you want Buster: But you know you're gonna look beautiful regardless Rio: Shh Buster: No Buster: It's true Rio: You're a dope Buster: Marry me again Rio: Buster Buster: Rio Buster: Say yes Rio: obviously yes Rio: but that's not agreeing to anything right now Buster: Ask the wedding planner how long she needs Buster: Then get back to me Rio: You do know how extra and in your face she'd be Buster: Have you forgotten who you're talking to? Buster: I can handle extra, I am extra, babe Rio: oh I'll just leave then Buster: Shut up Buster: I'm on my way home to you, what more do you want? Rio: be included in my own wedding might be nice Buster: Baby Rio: no it's fine, go be extra Buster: Only with you Rio: 😏 mhmm Buster: I don't wanna do anything or go anywhere without you Rio: I know, babe, you don't need to beg Rio: maybe we should do it before I get huge again Rio: if we do Buster: I know I don't need to, but I want to Buster: I'm biased towards you being huge, you never look better to me than when you're carrying my kid Buster: So you can have as much say as you want on that Rio: well now you're just teasing me Buster: If anything, I'm reminding you Rio: feels like forever Rio: it's insane he's gonna be 4 this year Buster: Yeah Buster: How the fuck did that happen? Rio: blink and you miss it right Buster: Have I? Buster: Missed too much Rio: of course not Rio: you've been here the whole time Rio: we've got to feed 'em Buster: I feel like the harder I try to do the right things, the more I don't Rio: I think you're doing the right things for all of us Rio: but if you don't Rio: we can try something else Buster: I just want the best for all of us Rio: and it shows Rio: it'll feel easier when you're working not studying Rio: and you're so close now Buster: Jesus, he'll be in school by then Buster: That's such a headfuck Rio: I know Rio: and loads of my brothers and sisters are still in school, it's weird Buster: If they start having babies I really will feel old, like Buster: Tell Grace and Janis to calm down Rio: already warned them, don't worry Rio: blatant hypocrisy aside, I think the message was received Buster: I don't reckon I appreciated having a gay sister enough Rio: Hit her up with that text, like Buster: She'd appreciate it far too much Buster: Therefore, I can't Rio: actually I think it'd freak her out just as much as you so I wouldn't worry, babe Buster: Maybe if I get drunk enough at the wedding & she doesn't, like Rio: 🤞 Rio: and you let her be your bestman Rio: very gay Buster: & have her try to upstage me in a suit? Fuck off Buster: Saint's the only one who could Rio: well if you let Grace organize it everything will be pastel and she'll be out anyway so Buster: In that case, she definitely is Buster: Pink's my colour, babe Rio: 🙄 Buster: It's yours too, come on Rio: oh you've remembered who it's meant to be about Buster: Everything's about us, how could I ever forget that Rio: go away now I'm so busy Buster: Not for long, I'll be there in a few to do everything Buster: You're gonna be busy relaxing Rio: then hurry up Rio: stop talking about colour schemes Rio: wait 'til your bestie is here Buster: I'm gonna hurry up and put you in a warm bath, that's what's gonna happen Buster: Stop stressing Rio: I'm trying Buster: Having Grace here for a few days can't be worse than all that time we lived with Indie Rio: it isn't about that Rio: just giving her a place to sleep for a bit Rio: it's the rest of it all Buster: Alright, talk to me Buster: What happened, what did she say that's got you like this? Rio: I don't think she'd want me to tell you all her shit Rio: it's just sad Buster: I know how to keep a secret Buster: I'm not gonna go up to her ready to discuss all of hers Rio: I know you're not an idiot Rio: it's just girl's stuff Rio: kinda Rio: I don't think you'd get it Buster: If it's anything to do with lads and how big of a cunt they all are, I reckon I'll have no trouble understanding Rio: Partially Rio: but it's more what she thinks about herself, you know Buster: Right Rio: you can't be a cunt to someone who feels good about themselves, like Buster: You can, it just won't have the same effect Rio: yeah, it doesn't work Buster: They take the piss & she let's 'em then Buster: That's fairly standard Rio: That doesn't mean it's alright Buster: I didn't say it was alright Buster: But remember the bullshit we were getting up to at her age, that's what I am saying Rio: That doesn't excuse it either Buster: I ain't trying to, I'm trying to get you not to worry so much Buster: We turned out alright, didn't we? Rio: Forget it Buster: Obviously not Rio: I don't want to talk about it Buster: 'Cause you don't wanna give me the full story Buster: & There ain't fuck all I can properly say without that Rio: It's not your business Rio: or anything you need to worry about so let's just drop it Buster: She's gonna stay with us & you're making whatever it is that's going on with her your problem Buster: You're worried about it, sad about it Buster: How exactly does that make none of this my business? Buster: Remember earlier in this convo when you said we're a team, yeah? Rio: Because I'm gonna sort it Rio: there's nothing you need to do okay, it's good Buster: Fine Buster: You sort it Rio: I will Buster: You shutting me out of your family's shit worked out really well last time, like Buster: Why not Rio: That's not fair Buster: It's not fair that things ain't anything to do with me until they are Rio: What do you think you can do? Rio: giving her a place to crash is what we're doing Buster: You already told me it wasn't just that Buster: but whatever Rio: that's what we need from you Rio: it isn't your place to do anything more Rio: and I don't need you throwing my bad judgment in my face like I can't do anything right Buster: Like I said, fine Buster: You've got that from me Rio: No it's not fine Rio: but we are done here Buster: You're done, you mean Buster: Don't speak for me Rio: I'm not going to be talked to like that Rio: especially when you know how I feel about that whole situation, we literally just talked about it again in this conversation Buster: Well you should know how I feel about this blindspot you've got when it comes to your family Buster: Like we aren't one together Buster: Like I have to fucking beg to be let in Rio: That's how everyone is with their family Rio: it's normal Buster: Bullshit, you've put yourself in the middle of me & Nance, but god forbid I have an opinion worth listening to about any of your sisters or brothers Rio: because your family doesn't communicate Rio: at all Rio: it's different Buster: How's all that communication going for yours? Rio: I told you, I'm not gonna be spoken to like this Buster: I heard you the first time Rio: then stop Buster: I'll be walking through the door in a minute Buster: Are we gonna give each other the silent treatment or what? Rio: do what you want Buster: Rio Rio: Don't Buster: I don't want this Rio: what don't you want Buster: To be this angry Rio: and that's all my fault Buster: No Buster: It's mine Rio: look just Rio: say what you need to say Rio: we're not doing this when she's here Buster: I didn't mean any of what I just said, why would I add to it? Buster: I need to go calm down so I'll do that Rio: Alright Rio: be safe Buster: Don't Rio: why? Buster: Don't be nice to me right now Rio: hardly that nice Buster: Still Rio: I can't be nice now Buster: Not to me after I've been a cunt to you Rio: You've got a right to say what you feel Rio: even if I disagree Buster: It's not what I feel though Buster: You did what you thought was right, you are now for Grace Buster: It's one of the things I love about you, how much you care and wanna help Rio: I'm never trying to shut you out Rio: it's just some things are more delicate Rio: I can't even do much Rio: I could've explained it better, probably Buster: Nah, I made it all about me like that cunt Buster: It's just Rio: I know how hard all of it's been for you Rio: on you Buster: I thought I'd sorted it all out in my head or whatever but then you told me about the pregnancy and it brought so much shit back Buster: I'm happy, I am, that wasn't a lie Rio: I know Rio: that's bound to happen and it's okay Rio: it's always gonna be a mess Rio: none of us can escape that Buster: You were right the first time, its not okay that I spoke to you like that Buster: I'm sorry Rio: It's okay, I forgive you Buster: You know how much I love her, yeah? Rio: Of course I do Rio: I've never doubted it Rio: but it is different, admitting that doesn't mean you don't Rio: half the problem with Edie is that no one addressed that she wasn't just the same as the rest of us Rio: maybe if we'd let her be different, but show she was still loved Rio: who knows Buster: All I know is, we're gonna do better Rio: We have to Buster: We will, babe Buster: & Yeah her dad's a twat but he is still around so Rio: Yeah, we will Rio: and sadly Rio: no one wants him to be but that's life Buster: She might & if she does, that's what's important, like Buster: Not my giant ego Rio: least you'd be in Rio: not good company but the same, like Buster: I can't make it about me anymore, I'm not a kid Rio: Well we all are compared to him Rio: you're being really zen right now and that's cool but I'm allowed to be angry at him Rio: on my behalf, Junior's, hers Buster: I'm still angry, I just don't wanna take it out on you again Buster: Not like I just did Buster: I can't stand the cunt, you know I can't Rio: Yeah Rio: I know Rio: and I know it's pointless being angry about it but it's all I can do at this stage Rio: mum never stopped Drew from seeing Edie or vice versa, so I can't fuck up the one thing she got right Buster: Anger isn't pointless, you can use it same as you can anything else Buster: It's got me pretty far over the years Buster: Not that my last outburst should be taken as evidence Rio: it is in this instance Rio: I can't do anything I already have Rio: and I can't undo the shit I shouldn't have Buster: In this instance it's a reminder to keep doing better, like we said Buster: Maybe you can't help Junior but you can help Grace Buster: We can keep an eye on Janis & this lad she's seeing Rio: He was 19 Rio: it's not fair Buster: I know Buster: So was I when Chlo fucked me over Buster: You were even younger when Ryan pulled all that shit on you Buster: Then Drew Rio: Yeah Rio: but we're us Rio: we can handle it, right Buster: 'Course but my point is, none of that bullshit discriminates Buster: Like death, don't matter if you're a sinner or a saint, so the saying goes Rio: I just Rio: I don't know Buster: You wanna protect him, obviously Rio: and I didn't Buster: You can't Buster: Not all the time, things are always gonna happen Rio: yeah Rio: but so much Rio: to this fucking family Buster: Yeah Buster: Can I come home, please? Rio: You don't have to ask Rio: come back Buster: I really fucking love you Buster: Don't forget that, okay? Rio: Never Rio: I love you too Rio: forever Buster: Good Rio: Now come here Buster: [obvs does and it'd be a moment bye]

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enemies-turned-lovers!haechan

A/N: another attempt ladies and gentlemen, once again, it's shitty and my ask is open for more shitty writings! or if you wanna be friends come hit me up pls I don't bite :( anyways, I hope you like it~ 💌

it's not that big of a deal really

it was truly an accident, but it turned into a crazy myth

and you hate him for it

it all started with someone's rooftop party

birthday boy lee donghyuck decided to throw himself a pool party, on a rooftop

everyone's invited, except for mark because he's lame

just kidding

but are we?

anyways, hell everyone in your college is invited

haechan, his nickname, is pretty popular around school

not the jock kind of popular, he just.....knows a lot of people, and they know people, and it's a typical college party

where you bring a plus one and one plus one and suddenly the party equals a school prom or something

there's even a theme smh johnny the party planner

so you're friends with mark, and he's determined to show off to haechan that he's friends with that chemistry major genius he admires so much

totally didn't invite you just to get back at him nope

anyways, it's mean but you've never heard of haechan before, despite his seemingly large following on instagram

you didn't even know you guys attended the same college

it's not that you're a total homebody and never goes out to parties, you're just....not interested in their parties

and that's strike one, when you laughed in his face when he introduced himself as the "most popular guy in school"

in your defense, you thought it was self-depreciating humour

hyuck in return, wasn't as amused as you were, maybe in private he could've taken it better, but you just snorted at him in front of like, half of his friend circle

he's not pissed, he's just ashamed?

because he talks about you so much renjun literally can't take it anymore

it's like, he knows so much about you, your birthday and cafes you like(from your social media)

heck he even knows who's the bitch you're referring to in your subtweet

it's veronica from chem class 3

but also, you don't even know he exists

fast forward and skipping through his slight, maybe a bit bigger heartache,

he's lying down and just chilling on a hammock, away from you because his ego needs to take a break from that hit

he'd by the pool with the dreamies, half of them, renjun, jaemin and jeno in the pool and jisung and chenle next to him sharing a hammock

this is what was meant by an accident, you just wanted to get to the fruit bar, when ten, this lanky dude bumps into you from nowhere, and by accident

you bump into haechan

splash splash

his balance isn't the only thing he lost when he fell face flat into the pool

apparently chenle's laugh grabbed everyone's attention, and when the one and one is put together, hyuck became the school's laughing stock for a month

his glare at your dumbfounded state was anything but forgiving

that wasn't even the end of things

this sounds like it's made up, because no one can have such bad luck, ever, in one single day

but there goes hyuck, breaking beliefs left and right

you approached him and tried to apologise for basically ruining his day

he didn't actually know what to do, because he honestly wasn't mad at you, he was mad at the situation

you can throw him into the pool 3000 times and he'd say I love you 3000

yes, he might have a minor crush on you

but he's also super embarrassed, this was supposed to be his big day, and you're here

he wants to show you the best side of him

but that doesn't translate well onto his face

he......doesn't even know what he looked like at that moment, he was just stunned

but you must've thought he was growing mad because you further apologized, and your hand motions grew more frantic

and there you go, ssstrrriiiikke three

it was by accident

but you knocked over his refreshment, yes, the one he was trying to calm himself down with from the embarrassment

it could've been worse right, the glass could've hit someone

and you should've hoped so, because then they wouldn't be sober to call the police and have the party cancelled

this, including the series of embarrassing events that happened at haechan's party became the talk of the whole campus

and more than anything you dreaded it

it painted you in a bad light, and was giving you more attention than you ever fancied

what you didn't know was how much it bugged haechan too

he's been trying to get the dreamies to shut up about it, but even if he did, the whole school was chattering about you

he thought he would've gotten the short end of the stick, seeing how he was the laughing matter at his own party

but the jokes quickly turned sour when someone started the speculation of why it happened

and it sounded crazy to him

because why would there be a why? it was an accident, and yes maybe he did feel his face get a bit red and his blood level rise

but you explained that it was complete accidents, there was no malicious intention, or intention of any kind

idiots on campus starting saying that you had a crush on haechan, but you wanted to stand out, so you did all those things on purpose to get him to notice you

it's a total lie, and hyuck has to debunk it before it gets to everyone, but he doesn't know how

this time, it was he who accidentally started something up, and it went a little like this:

"hey haechan do they like you?"

"what? no it's a myth"

he said that, in the spur of a moment, because you liking him back would be a myth only he wishes would be true

but guess which idiots got the wrong idea? the geniuses of spreading misinformation

and said misinformation spread like wild fire, deeming you a bad omen, and especially to haechan

it dealt more damage to your reputation than to you mentality

because if you were a bad omen, the first person you would be cursing is yourself, for bringing all this shit upon yourself

but also, to haechan, because you found out weeks later that he actually said it himself

you can't be more annoyed

you clearly explained to him how it all happened and that it was an accident

you even went to testify with him to prove it was an accident

how could he, knowing all this, sit still and accuse you of being a bad omen??? a bad luck charm????

not to sound dramatic, but he basically ruined your campus life, even the newcomers know of your story

back to hyuck

he's panicking, almost everyday when he has to pass by your class

he feels so guilty even though he basically didn't do anything wrong

he tried to hush down the rumours and even told some people off who were just shittalking you in the hall

like, what does you wearing that sweater have anything to do with this???

he's lost like a puppy, he wishes he had the courage to just walk up to you and come clean, and he has tried!! but he chickens out every time

and after that one time you shot him a vicious glare at the cafeteria, it was clear he wasn't high on your favourite's list and he just lose hope in trying to make amends with you

and that brings us back to present day, where it has been three months since the incident, and a new batch of freshman have flooded the school

hyuck wasn't feeling like having lunch today so he opts for a walk around the campus park, where he spots you and he's bout to run away again

when he hears some bigshot chicks calling you names

yes, still calling people names in college smh

he can't take this behaviour, because you're right there, without earshot

and he just knows they're being mean to get on your nerves

so there goes lee donghyuck, stomping over to the girls and telling them off

"oh, you wanna call people names now? well I have a lot of suggestions for you, mainly inspired by you,"

you can hear everything, because the argument got pretty ugly from there, and everyone just got excused into the counsellor room, where they're told to not be childish and have petty little fights on the school campus bla bla blah

and you know, because you silently followed after them and stood outside to eavesdrop

what else were you supposed to do when haechan, who supposedly started this whole nonsense up was defending you?

so you wait outside until they're done and you call out his name, relishing a bit in the way his whole body halts to an abrupt stop at the sound of your voice

you guys go somewhere more private, and not in front of the counsellor's office because dude no one's trying to get in there again

and you deadpan him for an explanation, because-

"yes, it's what you deserve, I know,"

"well then why did you spread lies about me??"

his eyes goes wide when he's accused, head shaking and promises he never intended to

"it's an accident, I swear. someone just asked if you liked me and I thought, what the hell? that would be a dream to like, like even if someone told me I would say it's a myth because why would you like me back, you know? like I like you but it's impossib-"

"literally shut up for a second,"

you don't mean to sound like that, but he's babbling a lot and you can't get the point, and when you ask him to repeat, his face flushes a bright pink

"I like you, and someone said you like me, and I think it's a myth, and I said it, and this happened. I'm sorry. the end."

taken aback is an understatement

but you literally walk a few steps away from him, just to clear out your mind and think

because this whole time you thought he hated you for embarrassing him at his how party when in fact he explains

that he's just embarrassed to see you because you saw him being embarrassing and that he feels guilty?

it takes you a while, but eventually, you guys sit down properly and talk it out

and you quickly find out why he's so popular, because he's a joy to hangout with, skip the parts where he mercilessly roasts you

you two grow closer by each day, spending free times together and haechan or hyuck, as he lets you call him, even walks you to your classes

the whole campus is dumbfounded, because not only is haechan walking perfectly find beside you, he's smiling and not in pain, even when he has his arms around your shoulder

it takes him a month to finally confess(because he's still a chicken), but you guys finally get together and the whole school's mind is blown

and every rumour about you is debunked immediately, and you guys are deemed the school's next power couple

"what a turn of events huh, my lucky charm?"

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