#i don't want this to be a pity party but i feel i owe an explanation

[cas-writes-stuff-ig]

Part 3 of Cheering Her Up (A Float)

f!/nb! reader x regina george

CONTENT:

Word Count: 3203

The morning after the party

You and Regina go spend time in the pool together (you brought a duck float)

Regina shoves you in the pool

a little bit of suggestive flirting

some comphet/internalized homophobia/weird mixed signals type stuff

you're bonding with Kylie (Regina's little sister)

very mild angst/one-sided pining (at least you feel like its one-sided)

Part 1 of Cheering Her Up

Part 2 of Cheering Her Up

Part 4 of Cheering Her Up (coming soon maybeeeee??)

a/n:

sorry i've been missing in action for like 2 months, life's been sucky. Also I tried writing some smut for the end of this chapter but I decided to move it to the next chapter. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it (I'm not necessarily happy with this chapter I just was bullshitting around a little)

OH ALSO i'm like about halfway done with that wine drunk fic with Leighton do expect that soon :]

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In the morning, since you were slightly hungover, you didn’t wanna cook and Mrs. George went out for some errands, so you and Regina went out to get breakfast. You gulped down two cups of coffee to help with your head, then asked her to drop by your house to get your school bag. “Gina I’m gonna take a bit, I’ve gotta find something. I’ll drive back to yours soon” You got out of the car.

“Okay, bye loser, I’ll see you there,” She said and then drove off. 

You walked inside and you had to explain to your dad you were fine and you just needed to grab some stuff to do homework with Regina. He was indifferent about what you did or didn’t do, he just cared that you weren’t arrested. 

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"Your family gonna be out long?" You asked after about forty minutes of mutual silence on your phones. It was Saturday and you both finished the little homework you had over an hour ago, and you had this itch to take a dip in her pool again.

"Probably, why?" She asked

"I bought a pool float, just say it's for your sister. I'll leave it here" you said sheepishly.

She was unimpressed with your excuse "Mmhm, you know she can't swim well" 

"Precisely why I got one, now she can enjoy the pool" You argued back 

"Fine, let me get changed. I'll meet you down there" Regina got up and walked into her closet. "You've asked to swim in my pool so many times. At this rate, you should just join the fucking swim team" She said sarcastically, and you walked toward the hallway.

"Whatever, your pool is just nice to hang out in" You left her room and jogged down the stairs to your car.

Regina walked down the stairs after changing, holding two towels and water bottles, she saw you sitting on the ground in a sleeveless t-shirt and your boxer shorts, blowing up a fucking duck floatie. "Hey G" you were out of breath "I forgot my swim trunks"

She tsked at you “You brought a float, but not your swimsuit?" She left the glass door open.

"Uhhhh, yeah. I know I know it was dumb" She walked past you, flicked your forehead, earning an “ow” from you, and went to sit on the lounge chair. When you filled the entire float with air, you plugged the hole and held it above your head. "Success!" You put it in the water next to the edge of the pool.

It was a pretty big floaty, it could easily fit two people on it. You carefully climbed onto the float "Regina, get in on this" You put your hands behind your head and relaxed, closing your eyes.

"You look stupid." She said glancing up from her phone, she was taking a secret photo of you. Part of her wanted to replace your contact photo with this one, but she didn’t.

You opened your eyes and scolded her "Hey, you could've said no to the pool, just get on here. Don't let my hard work go to waste" She started playing music. Wordlessly she got up from her chair and sat on the float with you. "Wow, I didn't think you'd actually listen to me"

"I'm taking pity on you actually," She said conceitedly, you just flipped her off and closed your eyes again. So you both just laid there, basking in the last few weeks of warmth before the cold came in full force.

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The float had drifted from the edge to the middle of the pool. You had about twenty minutes of peace before you felt Regina's hands under your back and she shoved you off the float when you were least expecting it. A short cry of surprise was quickly muted by your head falling under the water.

You resurfaced and quickly grasped one of the flimsy plastic handles along the edge of the float while she was calming down from laughter "That was uncalled for!" you said "You find too much pleasure in my demise, Regina"

She faked her remorse "I would never do such a thing" she tilted her head to the side.

"Then can you help me back on?" you asked.

She grinned mischievously and crossed her legs. "No" she waved her hand like she was dismissing you "Swim along little duck"

"Fine then" You started to claw your way back up on the float, bending one of the edges and letting Regina sink in the water a little bit.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" Regina exclaimed as half her body was underwater due to your uncoordinated efforts. You finally got back on the float, you were on your stomach, and your head turned toward Regina. She was slightly irritated, and you just grinned at her. “You’re so annoying,” She said to you.

“You coulda helped me back up, you know? And if I’m so annoying, why do you still let me hang around?” your voice was playful. You decided to push the flirting a little more “You sure you’re just hanging around because you pity me? Is it for homework?” You shifted to lay on your side, head resting in the palm of your hand. “Or do you have a crush on me?” Your tone was joking but you were serious in your head.

Whenever you insinuated that your relationship was a little romantic, she would become testy. 

Your words pushed on Regina’s nerves, but she didn’t let it show on her face too much. She rolled her eyes. “Dream on nerd, I could care less about dating anyone right now. I’m not really gay.” She hated when you’d say things like that because she felt turmoil in her chest about the relationship you had with her, she didn’t want to think about what it meant. 

You knew her words were bullshit, the things she did with you spoke louder than words, but it still stung to hear her say that. You hid your disappointment and just said “Uhuh, whatever floats your boat Gina” She’s been like this throughout the entire situationship. Contradicting herself, going between acting like you were the only one in the world who knew her, or like what you had was nothing. 

This wasn’t good for your poor heart, but you were a fool, a dumb, lovesick fool, and you couldn’t help it. You knew she cared a little though, so you clung to the moments she had let you in, where you held each other like nothing else mattered.

She deflected the topic of romance quickly, “Go check my phone, my mom and Kylie might be back soon”

“But it's all the way over there, and I just got back on” You whined but you got off anyway, since she had a point. You grabbed one of the handles on the float and tugged Regina with you to the edge of the pool.

Regina snickered at how quickly you complied “You’re so easy, baby” You tried to ignore her, but she continued. “So obedient” Her voice was suggestive and teasing, your face reddened and you felt her words go straight between your thighs. You glanced over your shoulder trying to glare, but it looked more like a pout.

You reached the edge, stepped up and out of the pool, and walked toward the lounge chairs, drying your hand off with a towel to not get her phone wet. You looked back at Regina, “She said she’s gonna be home in about forty minutes, and it was sent like 26 minutes ago”

“Mm, okay,” She sounded mildly annoyed since you only had the pool to yourselves for less than an hour. Regina wanted to thoroughly enjoy the last few minutes of solitude with you. She got off the float “Come here”

You walked towards her, stepping into the water again. Regina had a hand on your shoulder, and right when you grabbed her waist about to pull her in closer for a kiss, you heard Regina’s mom say loudly “Hey guys!” as she opened the front door. You both instantly moved away from each other and got out. Mrs. George was holding some grocery bags and Kylie followed behind.

You and Regina already dried yourself off quickly, you hung the towel over your shoulder and walked inside. “Hey Kylie” Regina greeted, and Kylie gave a curt “Hey” back and then walked up to you.

“Hi, Mrs. George. Hey little George” You smiled and then crouched down so you were closer to eye level with Kylie. You stuck your fist out and Kylie fist-bumped you. 

“Hi, Y/N” She liked it when you and Regina were around. Kylie went on about her day to you. Regina was a little further away, and you made eye contact, Regina pointed at her sister and you, then mouthed ‘Traitors.’ You had to hold in your laugh and divert your attention back to her little sister. “Oh! And we’re going on a field trip to the aquarium in two weeks” 

Before you could answer, Regina’s mom called you all over to the kitchen. “Kylie have your lunch” She placed a plate on the table and Kylie sat down. “You guys hungry?”

Regina looked at you, meaning it was up to you “No, I’m okay. Thank you” you said. 

“Okay” her mom always sounded enthusiastic “Why don’t you invite Gretchen, Karen, and the new girl Cady to hang out with you guys in the pool?” 

“Uh-” Shit, you blanked on excuses

Regina cut in quickly “Gretchen and Y/N aren’t really on good terms mom, I’d rather not get into it” Which wasn’t true, Gretchen was in one of your classes and you were good acquaintances, which is why you and Regina had to be extra careful around her. Her special talent for getting people’s information was really incredible.

“Oh, okay honey” She moved on obliviously “I’m going to run a couple more errands, do you mind watching Kylie, Regina?” 

Regina took a quick glance at her sister who beamed at the idea of hanging out with both of you. “Sure, Mom” She wouldn’t show it much, but she really did care for her little sister.

“Great! I’ll be back around seven or eight tonight” Ms. George leaned closer to you “You both are welcome to drink whatever alcohol I bought, it’s in the fridge” She picked up her purse and left quickly. “Bye girls!” 

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Regina had taken out the margarita mix from the fridge and took out two glasses. Kylie finished her lunch and then grabbed a juice box from the fridge, “Hey little George, wanna hang out in the pool for a little?” 

“Sure!” She grinned and gulped down her juice box, leaving it on the table, then dashing up to her room to change.

Regina cleared her throat to get your attention, then held up the two glasses with ice, insinuating for you to drink with her. 

“Again?” You rolled your eyes, she poured you a glass and handed it to you. You took it anyway. “Fuck it, it’s Saturday” You downed it quickly and placed it down on the counter, Regina smirked and poured you another without asking if you wanted more. “You’re gonna be the reason my liver gives out in my thirties, Regina”

She began to walk away, bringing the glasses with her “You could say no, and I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to sip it, not chug it” She stepped back out to the backyard, and then Kylie returned in her swimsuit. 

“I’m ready let's go!” She skipped through the house and to the pool, and you followed behind. Regina had already settled on her lounge chair, drinking her glass. You sipped yours too, already feeling the burning down in your stomach. You heard Kylie gasp audibly at the sight of the float, then she whipped her head around to look at the both of you.

“I got you a duck float”

“Because you don’t know how to swim” Regina added under her breath, but Kylie heard her.

She defended herself “I know how to swim! It’s just hard.” You placed your drink down next to Regina and walked over to dip yourself in the shallow end, Kylie followed suit, and while the water only reached about a third of you, it went up over half of Kylie.

“Take it easy, you just ate okay?” You were trying to be mindful, and you pulled the float for her to grab “You can hold onto the float while you swim too, but your mom should really sign you up for lessons” 

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Twenty minutes went by and you were trying to teach Kylie to swim more effectively, but you weren’t particularly great at it either, so you opted to teach her how to tread water. You were in slightly deeper water now so she could practice, but shallow enough that your feet still touched the floor of the pool. After a bit, you successfully taught her how to not drown. “Hey good job little George” She reached for the float handle to take a break. 

“You want to get on the float now?” You asked.

“Yeah,” she said and you held the float for her as she clambered onto it, she sat cross-legged, then you let go to float on your back, still holding the float to not drift away. “Y/N,” Kylie whispered a little, “How come you’re not dating anyone?” You were taken aback a little bit and shifted to stand in the water. 

“Uh,” you thought for a second, also whispering back despite being a good ways away from Regina “I don’t know, but I’ve been in relationships before. Why you being nosey, George?” You kept your tone light. 

“No reason, I like to know things. Do you like anyone then?” She pried.

Her intrigue about your life was cute, so you entertained her curious antics a little “Mmhm, do you?” 

She started to pry more “No, boys are stupid. What’s their name?”

You snickered at how similar Kylie was to Regina “You sound like your sister, Kye. Also, it doesn’t matter, you don’t know them anyway” you lied.

Kylie pouted “I won’t tell anyone, not even Regina” 

“Okay, their name ends with an ‘A’” You whispered teasing her a little.

Both of your voices started to rise in volume, “That's not fair, there are so many names that end with ‘A’, give me something else to work with.” 

“Nope, sorry Little George” She crossed her arms and frowned at you, “Oh come on, I bought you a float, you can’t be mad at me.” 

Before either of you could continue your argument Regina cut in “Why are you upset Kylie?” She now sat at the edge of the pool with her legs in the water. 

“They won’t tell me who the-” 

You covered Kylie’s mouth quickly with your hand and into her ear “Don’t say anything to Gina, I’ll tell you later, I promise” You took your hand away from her mouth and held out your pinky “Please.” You didn’t want Regina to push you away, so you lied to yourself and tried to convince yourself that you could keep this casual. You both convinced yourselves this was casual.

“Fine” Kylie took your pinky, and you connected the tip of your thumb to hers locking the promise.

“Kylie, finish your sentence,” Regina said. Kylie glanced at her and then back at you, you held a finger up to your mouth, and Kylie zipped her mouth closed with her hand and pretended to throw an imaginary key away. Regina looked irritated, but if she found out you liked someone, she would force the answer out of you.

She was about to ask you, but then you copied Kylie’s gesture by zipping your mouth closed. “We’re sworn to secrecy” 

She just rolled her eyes at you. “You’re such a child”

“Hey!” Kylie acted offended

You defended Kylie “That’s ageist Gina” 

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Eventually, you went back inside it was about 5:30 now. “I’m showering first,” Regina announced “Use the guest bathroom to shower,” She told you.

“Okayy” You gave her a thumbs-up, she had filled your glass twice just 10 minutes ago, and you weren’t usually outwardly drunk, but your demeanor was more bubbly. Regina walked up the stairs and left you and Kylie alone.

“Hey you owe me” Kylie got your attention.

Shit, you should’ve just told Kylie you didn’t like anyone, or that you were still getting over your ex. “Kye, really?” You lay down on the floor, that last drink was hitting you, not enough to be visibly drunk, but enough for you to have a blabbermouth.

“Yeah,” Kylie sat down on the floor next to you. You heard the shower upstairs turn on.

“It’s a girl” You sort of liked playing these games still, it was mildly entertaining for you.

“Okay” 

“Starts with an R”

“So my sister?”

“Don’t tell her little George. You get no more details” You whispered. You should not have been telling a little kid this, especially her sister. But you were tipsy and with no one else to confide in, you told her anyway. “If you tell her I’ll take that float back” You kidded.

She held out her pinky to you “I won’t tell, pinky swear” You locked your pinky promise again with her. “I kind of like this one guy in my class” 

“I knew it, you little liar.” You sat up and ruffled her wet hair “So Kye has a crush huh?” She gave you more details about her crush. It was pretty adorable. Kylie detailed her crush being put in the same group for the upcoming aquarium field trip. Eventually she asked you more details about your crush on Regina.

“Why don’t you tell her you like her? You guys are always together.” Kylie asked you.

You hesitated when answering her question “Highschool social hierarchy is hard to explain, but being gay isn’t exactly great for your social status, plus I’m not exactly popular. And your sister–no one actually knows we’re friends aside from you and your mom.”

“But you guys are close friends, as close to Regina as Gretchen and Karen. And I think you are more fun to hang around than Aaron”

You smiled at her “I know, little George, you’re so sweet,  but it’s hard to explain why I can’t tell her.” You couldn’t outright tell Kylie her sister was essentially very homophobic outside of the house. “Things between us are weird and complicated, but I don’t think she will ever like me like that, thats all” 

Kylie frowned at that, you placed a hand on her shoulder “Don’t look so down. Trust me little George, it’s better she doesn’t know”

You both heard the shower shut off. Regina was in her robe and she peeked down the stairs seeing you and Kylie were still sitting at the bottom of the stairs talking. “Hey, what are you doing? Get washed up already” 

You stood up, “That’s our cue,” you offered your hand to Kylie and helped her up “Go shower before the beast gets mad at us” Kylie let out a little laugh.

(lowk i kinda hate this may or may not delete/archive this)

[stayteezdreams]

Favor

Plot: In a moment of desperation you ask Seonghwa for a favor. He is happy to oblige....suspiciously happy actually.

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Gn!Reader

A/n: For those who don't like vague plot-lines, this is a fake dating story.

Warnings: Nothing I can think of!

Words: 2.6k

Hanging up your phone with a sigh, you leaned on the balcony railing as you dropped your head.

'I knew I shouldn't have answered that phone call.'

Your mother, as much as she did love you, had a tendency to make things very hard for you. Most of the time when she thought she was "helping." This time, her latest scheme was to find you a boyfriend, or as she called it, your future husband.

There had been times in the past when she attempted to set you up with some people here and there, none of them worked out of course. Now she was planning on introducing you to not one, but numerous men, all at the same time. Specifically at your father's companies Christmas party. An event you dreaded attending in the first place, now your mother decided to add another horror to the list of reasons you didn't want to go.

Hearing the door slide open, you looked over to see Seonghwa. You felt your heart race in the now familiar way at the sight of him.

He eyed you for a moment as he walked up to you. "Everything okay? You've been out here for a while, we were getting worried."

You sighed, "It was my mom."

He let out a soft chuckle as he leaned against the railing beside you, "I'm all ears."

After explaining everything to him he stared of into space for a moment. You could tell he was trying to think of a way to make you feel better, or even an idea of how to get out of your predicament. But what you did not see, was the burning ache of annoyance.

The idea of you being set up with guys, or even going on dates with someone pained Seonghwa. Now to hear you were going to be forced on multiple men in an attempt to find your "future husband"?? His chest tightened at the thought.

"Can you just, not go?"

You scoffed softly, "I have to, if I don't my dad will hold it against me forever and will make me regret it in some way or another."

"Why is your mother so insistent on setting you up anyways?"

"She's afraid I'll die alone I guess." You chuckled softly before letting out a sigh. "God, I really don't think I can deal with it, I know she as no idea what kind of guy I actually like, who knows what these guys are like."

He smiled in pity as he watched you, "I'm sorry, I wish I could help."

'If only I could go with you...'

You looked over at him as a sudden thought popped into your head. If Seonghwa came with you as a date, would your mother give up? The idea made your heart flutter.

Seonghwa saw something light up your eyes for a second and he smiled, "What?"

Suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed by the thought you shook your head, "Nothing, I just had a stupid thought."

"What kind of stupid thought?" He asked, leaning a bit closer to pressure to to tell him, as he hoped you had thought of the same thing he did.

You twiddled your thumbs for a moment as you considered asking, or at least suggesting it. Glancing over at him he smiled softly, waiting for you to give in.

You turned slightly towards him, "What if... you did me a giant favor?"

He felt his heart skip a beat as anticipation built. "It depends on the favor."

"Well...if I went to the party with a date, my mom might not bother introducing me to anyone."

Seonghwa clenched his jaw as he repressed a grin. He looked out at the view and hummed, "That might work."

You watching him in anticipation before he caught your pleading eyes and let out a soft laugh. "Okay."

"Okay?!"

"But-! You'll owe me."

You nodded in agreement and he chuckled, still repressing the excitement of his own as he thought of going with you as your date.

Looking in at the party ahead of you, you let out a deep breath. Seonghwa watched you with a soft smile as he leaned closer "Relax, it's gonna be fine, you look great."

You let out a soft laugh as you met his eyes, "How I look has nothing to do with why I'm nervous, but thank you."

He grinned at you as he pulled you gently, encouraging you to walk further into the room with him. The large room was lit up by a bright Christmas tree in the middle of the room. Every table was decorated with garland with red and gold ornaments. Covers of classic Christmas songs played from an adjacent room as you spotted people dancing together.

Everyone was dressed in formal attire, most in various Christmas themed colors. You didn't get far into the party before your parents spotted you and made their way over.

They eyed Seonghwa as you introduced him. They knew of him since you and Seonghwa had been close friends for a while, so it wasn't entirely shocking that you showed up with him.

Your father was pleased by it, while your mom was obviously suspicious, as you feared she might be when you suddenly told her you would be coming with a date.

After your mothers attempt at prying, and Seonghwa skillfully dodging any suspicion. Your father managed to shoo her way as they went to greet other acquaintances.

You and Seonghwa made your way to a corner and mingled with each other as you watched the party around you. You didn't know anyone except by mild acquaintance, and there were very few people your age in general.

"I wonder how long we can stay before my dad feels guilty enough to let me leave."

Seonghwa chuckled as he sipped at his drink and looked around. He paused as he spotted your mother watching the two of you closely.

He smiled to himself as he glanced over at you before he slyly stepped closer before wrapping his arm around your waist and setting his hand on your hip.

You froze as a shiver crawled up your body as you looked over at Seonghwa. "What are you doing?"

He leaned a bit closer to speak quietly, "Your mother is watching us."

You casually glanced around and saw your mother eyeing Seonghwa. "Oh...". Your heart was beating faster as you felt nervous from his touch.

Remaining in this position for a short time, you saw your mother suddenly approach a younger man. Seeing her gesture over to you, you felt your heart sink.

"Oh no."

Seonghwa followed your gaze and clenched his jaw. It was going to take a bit more on his part for your mother to back off.

Your dread only grew as your mother approached you, stranger in tow. After some brief introductions, in which your mother barely acknowledged Seonghwa, the man seemed to grow nervous.

Glancing at Senghwa you saw him staring at the man with an almost unnerving gaze. You smiled to yourself as you realized he was trying to silently scare the man off.

Luckily for you, it worked, as the man excused himself a few minutes later, leaving your mother disappointed as she left to go find your father.

You nudged Seonghwa and he looked over at you, "I'm surprised you didn't burn holes into him."

He chuckled, "I tried my best."

Unfortunately for the two of you, your mother still remained unconvinced Seonghwa was anything to you but a friend as she started to plot with another one of the suitors.

Seonghwa, having been keeping an eye on her, saw this and quickly made his own move.

Taking your glass and setting it aside he smiled at you, "Let's dance."

You swallowed nervously, "Dance?"

He nodded, "Before she brings the next one over."

You looked round in panic to see your mother walking through the room with another man you did not know. Seonghwa slid his hand into yours as he swiftly lead you to the dance floor.

As Seonghwa pulled you close to him as you began dancing in rhythm to the music playing, you watched as your mother shoo the man off as she watched you and Seonghwa.

You smiled as you looked at Seonghwa, whose gaze almost parallelized you. You swallowed nervously again as you avoided eye contact, becoming more aware of how close you were.

"Did it work?" He spoke softly, making goosebumps rise up our neck as his breath brushed your ear.

You nodded and he smiled in pride.

"She always sees right through me." You mumble a moment later.

"Well, she can look as hard as she wants at me, she wont see what she is expecting too."

Your eyes shot over to him as he smiled at you. "What does that mean?"

He shrugged his head softly, and you slyly pinched his arm, making him hiss.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself. You and your cryptic words." You giggled and he smiled fondly at you.

He hoped you did actually understand what he meant, and the way you seemed to avoid eye contact, made him think you did.

Suddenly kissing your cheek you looked back at him in surprise and he laughed softly.

You scoffed, "I think you might be enjoying my misery too much you know."

He grinned, "Just a little."

Your dance with Seonghwa helped you avoid one suitor, but your mother managed to surprise you with two more as you and Seonghwa were talking to your father.

One seemed just as intimidated by Seonghwa as the first man had been, and avoided conversation. But the other seemed unfazed, even amused by the situation.

Seonghwa's annoyance rose as this man lingered too close to you, attempted to lean closer as he joked with you, and even brushed your hand on purpose as he handed you a drink.

The only thing saving Seonghwa from his anger, was your obvious disinterest in the man. Even your mother seemed a bit perturbed by his actions, which only helped Seonghwa's confidence.

Finally finding a moment to excuse yourself to use the bathroom, you and Seonghwa shared a nod as you made your escape. Once you left the bathroom, Seonghwa swooped past, leading you through the crowd, away from your mother and the cocky suitor, before the two of you stepped outside.

As soon as the cold night air hit you, you let out a sigh of relief. "God that man was driving me crazy."

Seonghwa chuckled as he slid off his jacket following you to the terrace wall. As you leaned on the wall, looking out at the view, you felt Seonghwa drape his jacket over you and you smiled at him.

"Thank you."

He nodded with a smile as he placed his hands on the wall and took in a deep breath.

"I'm sorry."

Seonghwa's eyes snapped over to you at your sudden apology. "For what?"

"Asking you to come here when it made no difference, you can leave if you want." You smiled almost sadly as you looked up at the sky.

"I think it is making a difference. Besides that ken-doll I've managed to scare the others off. I'll stay."

You smiled as your heart pounded. Seonghwa was always there for you in any situation.

Looking over at him, you smiled "Thank you."

He nodded, "Of course. Besides, I like the idea of you owing me."

You chuckled at this, "It sounds like you have something specific in mind that you want from me."

He looked at you for a moment as he seemed to study your face, making you feel shy. "I do."

You felt your chest clench, "What is it?"

He smirked as he turned to face you, still leaning on the wall. He cleared his throat before he leaned in a little, holding your attention completely.

"A date."

Adrenaline seemed to spike through you as your heart raced, "...A date?"

He nodded softly "A real date, not another fake one."

Your mind seemed to go blank as you stared at him in shock. "...oh"

He tilted his head as he watched you stare at him in silence. As much as he was not showing it, he was beginning to panic at your lack of response.

"Not interested?"

You seemed to regain control of yourself as he spoke and you shook your head, "Noo, no- I mean, that's not it, I'm just surprised."

"By what?"

"Well, why would you want to go on a date with me?"

The tone of your voice sounded so genuine Seonghwa felt his chest clench painfully. Did you really have no idea of his feelings for you? Had he hid them too well?

A frown was evident on his face as he leaned a little closer to you. "Are you crazy? I've been wanting to go out with you for ages, Y/n."

You let out a soft bewildered laugh, "What?"

"Yeah! I've tried to ask you out a few times but it never worked out. The others always found out and invited themselves along, not realizing I wanted it to just be us. So it always ended up turning into hang outs rather than dates."

As those moments passed through your mind as you recalled the disappointment you felt each time. You let out another laugh "So that was never on purpose?"

He shook his head as he smiled, watching you chuckle at the realization. As your eyes met you looked away shyly as you played nervously with your hands, a habit Seonghwa picked up on a long time ago.

Catching sight of someone at a nearby window, Seonghwa noticed your mother watching the two of you as your father tried to pull her away. He let out a soft silent laugh as he shook his head gently.

Looking back at you, he leaned closer as he gently reached over to caress your face, gaining your attention.

You looked back at him a little startled by his actions as butterflies swirled in your stomach.

"So what do you say? I don't want you to go on a date with me because you owe me a favor, I want you to go because you want to."

You swallowed nervously as your chest grew warm. You nodded softly, "I want too."

A grin spread across his face, "Good. Now, don't be too startled."

You furrowed your brow as you silently questioned him. You heart spiking as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, right on the edge of your lips.

He smiled cheekily at you as you caught on to his reason for the kiss. "Is my mother watching us again?"

He nodded softly and you laughed, looking away bashfully for a moment before looking back at him. He leaned closer again, a teasing smile on his face making you giggle just as he kissed your cheek again.

"Stop! If you do too much she might start planning a wedding."

He laughed, before he suddenly placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him, "That doesn't sound so bad."

You bit your lip to keep from grinning as he chuckled softly, adjusting his jacket around your shoulders as he looked back at the window. Your mother was nowhere in sight, and he had no idea if she saw the kiss in the first place. But even if she didn't, there was nothing for her to suspect now.

Now he had no intention of being your fake anything, and he had absolutely no intention of letting you go.

xx End xx

Sort of an abrupt ending?? But it's getting late and I'm running out of brain power lol

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[ur-local-demon1]

Rants from a tired writer: Tragic Backstories

Dear writers and readers/viewers (depends on medium), for the love of everything please PLEASE understand how to use tragic backstories for antagonists properly!!!

An antagonist's traumatic past is an EXPLANATION for their poor behaviour, not an excuse!! That kind of backstory is here to show that it's rare for someone to do bad things just for the sake of being bad; a lot of the time, antagonists have a reason for behaving antagonistically (or you could have someone like Emperor Belos who has a reason for behaving antagonistically but also does bad things just for the sake of being bad, which is awesome).

That's why sometimes it rubs me the wrong way when fans of a certain piece of media dislike an antagonist's redemption arc just because they felt like the show was throwing them a pity party. Of course, there are times where writers are guilty of doing that, and I'm criticizing them here as well. The antagonist's traumatic past is here to humanise them, to remind the audience and characters that in spite of it all, they're still a person. In cases where the antagonist is redeemable, this can make the audience and characters sympathise with or even relate to them.

A lot of people hate her but I don't care, I'm going to use her as an example anyway: Akito Sohma is one of those redeemable villains that gets humanised through her and Tohru's shared experience of being ostracised and abandoned.

No, you're not supposed to feel bad for Akito because she cried and said she felt lonely. You're supposed to feel bad for Akito because Tohru is the first person to treat her as a human being and not as a God, as well as validating her fear of being left behind by saying that she feels the same way. + You're supposed to feel bad for Akito because she is denied the right to be herself in every single way possible, including, but not limited to, her gender.

Akito getting redeemed does not take away all the pain and trauma that still affects the members of the zodiac that she hurt. In fact, not all of them forgive Akito, and that is okay. Akito herself states that she would have been fine not being forgiven at all, she just wanted to better herself. Her apology wasn't even done through words, but actions; she could not bring herself to say "I'm sorry" to all of her family because she didn't want them to think she was apologising just to make herself feel better or to gain their forgiveness. Anyway, I love Akito so much and I will write love letters to her in my analyses every time I have the opportunity to do so, you're welcome.

However, there are times where writers really do mess up and just want you to feel bad for their poor little moral scapegoat. I have not made a She-Ra critical post in so long, but who else fits the bill more than Catra? Her traumatic past does explain her resentment and violent tendencies towards Adora, but the show lost me the second they tried to make it into an excuse. Not only that, but making Adora "leaving" Catra a central point of the tension in their relationship when Catra was given multiple chances to leave just made me want to bash my head into the nearest wall.

The big problem with Catra is that she does not change, nor is she held accountable for her actions for longer than one episode. The only thing that did change is that she does not physically abuse Adora anymore, but the verbal and psychological abuse does remain. And lastly, the viewers and characters are considered objectively wrong for not trusting or liking her even though they have legitimate reasons not to. Of course, I'm not saying that the characters are not allowed to forgive her, but forgiveness is earned not owed, and Catra has done nothing to earn it, and it would have been nice for at least one character like Adora, Entrapta, Scorpia or anyone to have said "I'm glad that you're trying to become a better person, but I don't have to be there to witness that. I wish you the best but I don't want you in my life anymore."

Well, I have said my peace. I might start posting more writing takes on here while still talking about my favourite shows/books by using them as examples, let's see how it goes! I love writing so much so I'm very glad to be able to express that on my socials :)

[chaifootsteps]

while it's nice to see Vivzie finally acknowledge Stella is worthy of pity 'in her own way' (something about the phrasing on that tweet rubs me the wrong way tbh, feels like they're implying her pain is like less important or valid or something? might just be me) it's kind of frustrating to see the end of the tweet say 'that doesn't absolve her of the pain she's caused', because like

I haven't seen many people making that argument, tbh?

like sure there are Stella stans who unironically say she was in the right to order a hit on him and it's fair retribution, but I don't think they're the majority

the majority of fans & former fans I've seen are just frustrated at how much of a caricature Stella is; as a portrait of an abuser she's incredibly poorly done and as an intended Hate Sink with no redeeming qualities she's frustrating because her backstory is just as tragic as Stolas', arguably more so because she has way less power & social mobility than him yet we're supposed to treat her like an irreedemable monster because the writers decided she was evil since birth.

I don't pity her because I like her or because I excuse anything she's said or done to Stolas. I pity her because I look at her backstory and can easily imagine how much of a nightmare her life is & how the fandom only ever seems to consider the 'arranged marriage' part of it and not the laundry list of other things that are awful about Stella's life. And I pity her because she reminds me of people IRL - mostly women - who are stuck in awful circumstances then are victimized twice by people who, if they even recognize the circumstances are bad, don't care about how that influences the person they currently are or why they behave in ways that seem inexplicable to us

for example the whole Stella likes throwing parties thing. we're obviously supposed to take it as a sign she's vapid and shallow, but what else is she supposed to do? at least if she throws parties misery can have company & her friends can visit. We see Stolas make fun of her for not knowing how to spell, but was she ever expected to be literate or allowed to have interests outside of raising a child she didn't want? the show just doesn't care to answer what society looks like for someone in her position. her interests only matter insofar as they provide a vector for the viewer to hate her some more

(going back to the recent discussions around MLP it's so noticeable they went out of their way to avoid 'stereotypical feminine interest = worthy of scorn' by having Rarity & Pinkie's interests be fashion and parties and the rest of the cast being chill about that even if they don't share that enthusiasm)

I know there are some proposed fix it scenarios in your inbox that often throw in 'and then Striker kills Stolas' as a closer but like even those don't sound like they approve of Stella or anything she does. far as I can tell they just hate Stolas and are tired of him because the show keeps insisting he's a perfect angel who never means to hurt anyone so that makes it OK. there's no chance of getting any catharsis seeing Blitzo or anyone else stand up to him, so we have to imagine it. It's even more galling considering Stella keeps most of her ire focused on Stolas whereas Stolas is exploiting and gaslighting a member of the lower classes. I mean at least Stella seems to have no delusions about who or what she is, she knows she's being awful and she revels in it. Stolas meanwhile is in total delusion about who he is and what he's done & the show is running out of chances to fix that

so like yeah, nothing Stella has suffered absolves her of her treatment of Stolas. But that exact logic applies to Stolas, too, yet the show wants us to show him more than pity - it expects us to like and empathize with him while he frees Blitzo from sexual slavery mainly because he feels entitled to love & affection that he's not getting and was never owed

That's what it boils down to, really. Stella's not allowed a free pass, while Stolas is allowed to hurt whoever he wants for any reason.

[comically-callous]

YOU FREAKS ASKED. AND GOD DAMMIT, I DELIVERED. HERE'S A PART 3.

Curbside Conversations

Hobie Brown x reader!!!! Read part 1 here and part 2 here <3

Warnings: swearing and a little suggestive for one sentence if you squint

A/n: I'm glad y'all are liking this little series 🤭 I could write a part 4, but it'll probably be a while cause I've got a bunch of shit going on right now. If you wanna be tagged in the next part, tell me. Requests are open.

Tag list: @th3h0nkz yeah, I see you 💋💋💋

Late, late, late, late, late.

That was about the only thing going through your head as you speed walked to work. You felt like a mess and you probably looked like one too. Messy hair, a jacket only zipped halfway up, shoes untied, and you were pretty sure your shirt was on inside out.

Finally (and 20 minutes later than you should’ve) you arrived to work.

“You’re late.” Sam, one of your coworkers said, looking up from her phone.

“And you’re chewing gum. We’re both breaking rules that shit doesn’t matter.”

Sam rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Some guy came in looking for you earlier.”

That caught your attention. “Really?”

“Yeah. Tall, big hair, he had a lot of piercings,”

That was a description you recognized. That was Hobie. He was looking for you? You had missed him?! Oh, God.

“Do you owe him money or something?” Sam asked.

“What? No, when have I ever owed anyone money?”

“You owe me three bucks from when I got you a drink from the convenience store.”

“You told me you stole that drink.”

“Yeah, and if I had bought it, it would’ve been three bucks.”

You blinked at her and marveled at the absolute lack of logic in that statement. “I don’t owe him money.”

“So, what did he want?”

You sighed. “I wish I knew…”

…

“... Dude, you’re weird.”

“Shut up, Sam.”

The hours of your shift dragged by like years. It was one of those shifts that genuinely made you consider quitting your job; and on top of that, you couldn’t get fucking Hobie off of your mind. God, you didn’t even know him. That guy Sam was talking about probably wasn’t even him. But, then again… No. You were being delusional. You needed to drop it.

“Hey, I’m going on break.” You announced to your two coworkers as you shrugged on your jacket, put in your earbuds, and left the small building. Once outside, you sat on the curb beside the building and let some sappy, sad music play in your earbuds.

Jesus, what kind of sentimental bullshit were you on? This was pathetic.

You wallowed in your own self pity, feeling miserable for a few more minutes until a voice broke you out of your pity party

“Fancy seeing you here.”

Your eyes had been closed, but once hearing the voice, they snapped open.

You stared, wide eyed at him.

“You?” You said in disbelief, looking up at Hobie.

“Yup.” He lowered himself to the spot next to you on the concrete. “Me.” He smiled at you and you felt your heart skip a beat. “I uh… I was looking for you earlier.”

“You probably would've found me if I hadn't been late for work.”

He laughed lightheartedly. “You find yourself in shitty situations often, don't you?”

“Yeah.” You agreed. “I got robbed last week.”

At first, he simply nodded which seemed like a bit of an under reaction, but then he widened his eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah. Shit was crazy.”

“Well… I'm glad you're alright.”

You bit your tongue, considering your next words. “Why were you looking for me earlier?”

He shrugged his shoulders and looked away. “Dunno. I uh…. I sort of was hoping to talk to you again, I guess.”

You hummed. “About what?”

“Anything.” He answered.

“Anything?” You repeated the word.

“Well,” He reconsidered. “I was kind of hoping to bring something up.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, uh…” He hesitated. Was he nervous? “I mean, you seem cool or whatever.”

“Thanks.”

“Yeah.” He nodded and then repeated the word quietly, under his breath. “Yeah.”

A brief pause passed between the two of you. “I think you're cool too.” You said eventually. “I mean, you definitely get that a lot. But, still.”

“Nah, I appreciate it coming from you.” He said. “You're… I think you're…” He hummed as if trying to put together his words. “I like you.” He settled on.

You'd sort of seen that coming, but you were still surprised. “Do you?” You asked.

“Yeah. Which is sort of weird cause I hardly know you. But, uh… I'd like to get to know you better.”

You nodded. “Yeah. I'd like that too.” You smiled at him and he returned the gesture, chuckling.

“Well, I'll start by asking for your number?” He said it as if it was a suggestion. But, he didn't need to. You wouldn't ever think of declining the offer. So, you stuck your hand out, motioning for him to give you his phone. He pulled out his phone, opened his contacts and handed it to you for you to put in your info. You quickly tapped in your number and handed the device back to him.

“There.” You said. “Promise me you'll text me later.”

“Yeah, promise.”

A silence came over the two of you. You looked down at your sneakers and tapped your heels together in an effort to hide the flustered look that had made its way on to your face.

And then, you felt his hand brush against yours. You looked over to him and he was staring straight ahead which made you want to laugh because God, this felt like two middle schoolers on a first date. Awkward, cringey, and sweet.

You decided to bite the bullet and take his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers with his.

His eyes darted down to your hands, laced together, and then to your face. You smiled at him and he smiled back, opening his mouth to say something when-

“Y/n, it's been 15 minutes!” Sam yelled, poking her head around the corner of the building to look at you.

Once she disappeared back into the building you groaned. “I should just quit this god awful job.” You said with a roll of your eyes.

“Nah, you shouldn't.” Hobie disagreed. “How else are you gonna get me shitty free pizza?”

You paused before bursting into laughter. “That is so stupid.” You said as you got up.

“But it's true.” He said, finally letting go of your hand. “Have you got work tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” You sighed.

“Well, when do you get off?”

“I've got the closing shift, so I'll be off at like, 9:00.”

“Well, if you're up for it, I think a late night date could be fun.” He said. “I'll walk you home from work, make sure you don't get robbed this time. And then we'll… See where the night takes us, I guess.”

You paused. How'd he know you got robbed after a closing shift? You hadn't told him that, had you? Well, it's sort of an easy assumption to make. Whatever. It's probably nothing.

“I'd like that.” You finally answered.

“Y/N!” Sam yelled.

“I’M COMING!” You yelled back. “Jesus… Anyways, uh… I'll see you tomorrow night?”

“Definitely.”

You smiled at him. “Cool. I'll be looking forward to it.”

With one last nod, you turned your back and walked back into work. For once, you were excited to have a closing shift.

[zhongrin]

🎁 ᴢʜᴏɴɢʀɪɴ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ 🫶🏻

ー just a little thing i wanted to make as the year ends 💗

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 💍

① 👑 zhongli 👑 ✼ best husband, best comfort f/o, best everything. my ultimate blorbo 🧡

② al haitham 🌱 & wriothesley 🐾 ✼ he's such a silly guy. i love him so much. ✼ who's a good puppy! who's the goodest boy! yes you areeee~! <3

ⓧ runner up // neuvillette 🦦 ✼ his en voice almost made me simp. almost. damn you ray chase /lh

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 🎶

ー✼ the ebg back in february and october! so so so so much chaos fun! both took all the creative juices and sleep i had, but it was all so worth it! i got to connect with more people and interactions were off the charts for the whole week. and coviello... my precious babie <3 i'm pretty sure i'll join another ebg next year given the opportunity.... or perhaps even host one, but with a twist-

ー✼ got matched up T W I C E (well, thrice in total) with mr. i am here's alternate universe selves al haitham. thanks @/ansy-tea / @/kopidense 👍🏻 i shall endeavor to make an effort to discombobulate and fool the silly sprout man in 2024 if there are any other matchup events open lmao

ー✼ teyvatweets! it was so much fun compiling everyone's tweets and coding the website hehe it didn't really blow up or anything due to how 'personal' that project was, but i think about it from time to time. such a fun lil thing!

ー✼ that 1 pity c0 al haitham who came right after ayato.... thanks dad for gracing me with your birthday luck 🙏🏻

ー✼ finally treating myself and indulging in all the selfship commissions. i'm grateful i have the ability to indulge and i'm hoping to do the same next year. and the way everyone just gifted me things for my birthday made me feel so so loved. i couldn't celebrate it with anyone since i wasn't at home, and it was on a weekday meaning my friends were all busy - so it felt like a mini-party... truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much ;w;

ー✼ personally, i'm super happy and kind of proud of getting very comfortable with sharing my art and improving on it! i used to go back and forth whenever i'm trying to post art, but now i'm confident enough to not think too much about it! naturally i have lots to improve and i'm nowhere near 'good' but that's fine with me! i owe it all to yall's support and lovely comments <3

ー✼ all the anon drabbles and charanons!!!! always such a nice sight to wake up to. they're like surprise gifts whenever i open tumblr because i don't have notifications on, and i adore them so much! big big big shoutout to @/floraldresvi, @/crystalflygeo, and @/soleillunne yall are amazing ;w;

ー✼ all the super sweet messages all of you left in my christmas tree.... i'm cradling all the wishes and silliness and messages from my f/os so close to my heart!! ceo!haitham tho. bruh you're still making me work LEAVE ME ALONE- /silly

ー✼ that zhongli birthday celebration series... they're not much, and even with all posts combined they have way less notes than a random vent drabble i dropped in the middle of it lol but i had lots of fun writing, designing, and inserting all the 'golden threads' across the fics nonetheless!! i'll highlight them later so the people who have been following the little series can go 'OH' lol

𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 🫂

@ainescribe ❀ @silentmoths ❀ @crystalflygeo ❀ @moraxsthrone ❀ @floraldresvi ❀ @sheepmc ❀ @zhxngii ❀ @localplaguenurse ❀ @mysnowmanandmebaby ❀ @the-travelling-witch ❀ @watatsumiis ❀ @kurikurikurisu ❀ @leftdestiny-posts ❀ @kaeffeinee ❀ @queen-belial ❀ @abyssmal-skies ❀ @dawndelion-winery ❀ @yinyinggie ❀ @silkjade ❀ @dustofthedailylife ❀ @scarasmood

@euniveve ❀ @soleillunne ❀ @faesther ❀ @ansy-tea ❀ @vennnnn-diagram ❀ @navxry ❀ @celestetalkstoomuch ❀ @minhosairfryer ❀ @xeraeus ❀ @pearlywritings ❀ @ryuryuryuyurboat ❀ @mochinon-yah ❀ @asoulsreverie ❀ @xiaosonlybeloved ❀ @mooncreates ❀ @jingyuansbird ❀ @tearskillstardust

i love you all and i'm so so glad to have made a connection with you! be it knowing each other from mutual friends, from a drawing/writing commission, or even if we just stumbled onto each other randomly by pure chance - know that i appreciate you! every single one of you are so talented and so wonderful. thank you for being the threads that shaped the comfy sweater that is 2023 for me <3 ps. and for my former moots who are minors but have respected my boundaries, i'm sorry i didn't tag you but i had fun befriending you lot. my best wishes for you in the years ahead too! pps. some of you might know me from my main @/meimeimeirin instead! i separated the list into 2 paragraphs bc tumblr isn't letting me have that many texts in one block apparently hsldfjsd also, if you're not in the list i either 1) forgot, bc i have the memory of a goldfish, or 2) remembered, but felt like it would be intrusive for me to tag you <- (more likely tbh) 😔

@/jjovin3221, @/starffox, @/syrenkitsune, @/finleyrambles, @/dr-birb, @/smokipoki, @/1117sblog, @/virdiaura, @/lawnfei, @/lady-alexis-salt, @/local-ragamuffin, @/the-knaves-world, @/alhaithams-fanfic-stash, @/interpretpages, @/magicalink, @/starlingcore, @/lyralibra, @/crazyrichdaughter, @/winterhuntsman, @/ladycoleigh, @/bettybeako

ALSO, HUGE SHOUTOUT to the people who frequent my notifs. i can't remember most of yall's handles accurately (and for some of you i remember by your pfp instead hskdhskd) but whenever your username pops up, know that i always go "!!!!!" and my imaginative dog ears perks up and my metaphorical tail just starts thumping on the floor <3 thank you so much for your continuous support!! (and i know some of you wrote in my tree so thank you for that too hehe) note: that wasn't an exhaustive list, but more like the blogs i remember seeing a lot on top of my head!!

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 🧡

thank you for such a lovely 2023! thank you for being here and for always supporting my works, my silliness, and myself as a person. here's to more fun shenanigans ahead, and i hope 2024 will be a year that makes us all a better person <3

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[mrsnancywheeler]

Okay there was definitely a time where Billy and muse were broken up for a short period (whether it be a week to a month or two) and during that time she’d be with Eddie, the two just hooking up and hanging out the entire time. It’d be when the band is on a break, so Eddie wouldn’t have to record or anything and would be free to devote his time to muse. They’d be laying in bed one day, naked under the sheets just talking and then he’d be looking at you and just say “I love you.” And he can see you not really believing it after everything Billy’s done after saying he loves you but he fully explains his love saying like, “No, I’m serious. I mean, you’re it for me. I look in my future and I see you. You’re all I want to see.” And she just panics and leaves.

I've been thinking about this nonstop since you sent it bc you cooked so good

he's just made you see stars for the billionth time and you're laying there in the sheets, smiling at him, hand tracing up and down his collar bone, and he needs to tell you this is really it for him. endless time with you. "I love you."

and at first to you it's natural to say it back because you do love him, not just as your friend. your love is hard to explain, you love him, love him like a lover, like someone you always want to be with, but it's not the same way you love billy. billy is all consuming, his spark is your spark. with eddie it's calming, hazy, laying in the hammock on a warm summer evening. billy is like thrilling, exhilarating, like when the party is at the top of it's energy and you're dancing on top of the table with adrenaline pumping through you as you keep doing shots and screaming. right before the lull hits and you ache to go home. billy can also be the feeling of being cared for after the lull, your energy being given back, only after the cycle has done it's course though.

so it's not a lie when you say, "I love you too." back to eddie but he knows it's not the way he intends it to be. because why wouldn't you want to be with someone who you love and gives you the life of calm?

"I mean the type of love where I look ahead and it's your and me. forever. in our own house with kids, maybe, and just us forever. you're it for me. my whole life, my future, all I see is you."

(sidetrack, but this is giving for no one by the beatles "you want her, you need her, and yet you don't believer her when she says her love is dead, you think she needs you")

and youer stomach has a pit in it because you've told him since the beginning it'll never be him, but you feel so guilty and pity him. tears welling up, "eddie-"

"I know what you're going to say, but that's not who billy dunne is, that's not how it's gonna end up with him. I love you, there's no one else for me." you're sliding out of the bed, searching for clothes.

"eddie, I love him." and he knows exactly what you mean which makes him so angry that there's seemingly nothing he can do to escape the influence of billy dunne in your life.

"he's never going to pick you in the end, you know that right? he's gonna get sick of the push and pull, not going to call back because he did what he said he would. and found some other girl's tits to-"

"what the hell is wrong with you? eddie, it as never going to be you." you've paused, pants in hand as you stare at his shrinking figure.

"do you think that's any different to how billy feels about you?"

and it hurts because maybe he's right, maybe billy will get sick of you and not come crawling back, but you can't let thar idea fester. "eddie, I don't owe you anything." and you've got your pants on when he's climbed out of bed and is in front of you.

"I'm not always going to be around, waiting for you to come back when he doesn't want you." and the sick part of you doesn't believe him, because in your imagination he's always there for better and worse. you know it's not fair that eddie is to you is just always going to be around and wait for you, it's probably because you ache to feel wanted that bad, but you also when it comes down to it you don't really care.

"he'll want me, I love him."

"I love you." and you're gone with the wind, basically rushing out of the house as fast as possible while he's stimbli after.

"it's your house, you can't just leave!"

and you've barely rushed out a tearful, "I'm sorry" before you're slamming your car door and speeding out of the driveway. either to drive to the beach or to daisy's, only the night knows. leaving eddie to figure out what the hell he's supposed to do or how to leave.

you don't see him for a while (and because this has given me the perfect opportunity to discuss another layer) the next time you do is when billy has taken you back and you're at the studio. eddie just so happens to be with his new girlfriend, and you know it shouldn't make you upset, but it does. because like you're a concept to eddie, he's one to you, the devoted lover, the one who pines, not the one who has someone else. billy already has other girls. at first, it was fine when eddie had girlfriends, you encouraged him too, he was just your best friend, but this deep in, it started to feel like a betrayal.

and your sour mood isn't lost on billy, who has no idea what's wrong and swings from trying to figure it out to complete annoyance. daisy figured it out very fast, so did karen, but they say nothing. well, daisy does make some off-putting comments to eddie's new girlfriend.

and eddie totally did want to make you jealous, but he didn't want to make you upset with him which is exactly what's happened. all you do is make a spectacle about disagreeing with him, radiate anger, you don't laugh at any of his jokes, you've nearly gone through a whole pack of cigarettes. at one point you storm off for some air not long after she starts giggling and playing with eddie's hair.

and billy's so frustrated that he calls a break and does goes to take some lines, so eddie excuses himself to follow after you. "hey, what's up with you today?"

and you turn around, stare for a while in disbelief and anger, but then suddenly your lips are on his and he's just pulling you closer. and you keep going until neither of you can breath. eddie wants to rant about how you just expect him to always be there for you when you're not with him, but this feels like a win and also the look in your eyes makes his heart hurt. "don't leave me"

"never." and you're kissing him again, you end up pilli him inside just far enough to find a small room with a lock on the door to hook up in. and he loses the new girlfriend as quickly as possible.

of course this tactic doesn't work for you everytime but that's a story for another time

[melpomenelamusa]

Pity Party Pt. 2 - Chimeras

~Original story~

Previous

CW: Multiple whumpees, lady whumper, pet whump, exhibition, attempted sexual harassment, panic attack, electrocution, shock collar, forced to watch.

Fidi had already warned Tigri that the exhibition would not be a pleasant experience. Still, nothing prepared him for what he would experience there.

As soon as they arrived, they were guided and placed on their platforms, like a piece of art ready to be contemplated. Fidi was located a little ahead of him, to his right, so he could only see her back. The girl had remained in the same position since they arrived, and if he hadn't known, Tigri would have really thought she was some kind of museum statue.

As time went by and more people arrived at the exhibition, Tigri felt more uncomfortable. The pants were too tight for his taste, and they also squeezed the area where his tail was born. The transparent shirt exposed his bare chest, which clearly made him feel very exposed. He also didn't like showing his stripes in public, those black marks like tattoos that crossed his back, arms and cheeks, forming irregular lines.

He tried to tell himself that it would only be a moment, that it would pass; But he couldn't, and it was all because of those women. Most of those who stopped to see him were women in their forties, wrapped in expensive fabrics, jewelry and layers of makeup. The worst thing was that they didn't even pretend. He saw them there whispering, pointing at him with their fingers and taking pictures with their phones.

"I like this one, he looks well endowed," said one of them, without taking her eyes off his crotch.

Tigri decided to turn around, feeling his face hot with shame and humiliation. If it had stayed there, just in words and lascivious looks, he could have ignored it; but the problem was that it didn't just stay there.

"Touch it, it's very soft!" said someone, after pulling his tail.

"I want to touch something else." 

Suddenly there were hands that launched themselves at his body, trying to touch or squeeze. Tigri moved around trying to avoid them, but they surrounded him as if he had fallen into a pool of hungry piranhas.

“Look how he moves his tail and his little ears!”

“If I could, I would take him with me tonight.”

“Those muscles are a good show, too bad he's an animal.”

“I wouldn't mind if he was an animal with me in bed.”

Tigri felt the voices entering his ears like a swarm of poisonous bees. He wanted to leave, he wanted to go home, he wanted to see his mother, his father, play with Joshi, hug Zuri...

It was then that someone touched his face to try to kiss him. Tigri felt a shiver that ran through him from the tip of his tail to his head. His fingers tickled, his claws came out and without thinking he swiped forward.

Someone screamed and the smell of blood reached his nostrils, choking him. Tigri couldn't breathe, not with so many people watching him (why were there so many people watching him?). There were too many eyes, too many hands, too much noise. "I don't want to be here" repeated itself like a broken record in his mind, contributing to the chaos and increasing his anguish. He felt his chest hurt and his head began to feel like an inflated balloon that would burst at any moment.

I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here...

Suddenly, among the whirlwind of sounds, he heard a sweet voice calling him.

“Tigri, listen to me, breathe with me. 1, 2, 3…”

Tigri tried to breathe as the voice told him. Each inhalation made his chest tremble and each exhalation felt as if something was compressing his thorax; however, after several repetitions, he felt a little calmer.

“Good, good, like this,” said Fidi.

Tigri wanted to smile at her, thank her, anything. Ever since that nightmare began, Fidi had been there to support him. He owed her too much. Maybe that was why, when the girl suddenly let out a cry of pain and fell to her knees, Tigri felt his entire body go into fighting mode.

"Fidi!" he screamed.

"One more move and I'll turn up the voltage!"

Tigri backed away, watching Madame Lavenza walk towards them through the crowd, who moved aside as she passed. The woman looked furious, on a level Tigri had never seen before.

"You're an insolent animal," she said, through gritted teeth, almost as if she were spitting out the words.

Anger surged through Tigri like a flare.

"This is all your fault, you fucking bitch!"

It was all that woman's fault. It was her fault that both Fidi and he were trapped, forced to play Barbie dolls for this whole bunch of fuckers. If she wanted to fight this time, then he was going to fight back.

“You’re going to pay for this!” Madame Lavenza exclaimed.

Tigri spread his arms, feeling his claws emerge from the tips of his fingers. His tail lashed out and his body took a more crouched stance, ready to strike. The woman took a step forward, but at the last moment she turned towards Fidi’s figure, still on the ground, and kicked her hard in the face.

Tigri could only stand paralyzed as he watched the girl collapse, a trickle of blood coming out of the corner of her mouth, and before he could do anything else, Madame Lavenza grabbed Fidi by the hair and slammed her head into the floor. The blow echoed in the boy’s ears like a gong.

“Enough!” said Tigri.

All the fire he had felt inside him stirred even more strongly, but his body did not move. Madame Lavenza released the snake girl. She picked up the small remote control, the one that connected to their collars, and pressed a button. Fidi screamed again, affected by the electricity.

"Leave her alone!" Tigri demanded.

His voice sounded full of desperation. All the fury that had previously overwhelmed him had vanished and been replaced by fear, the fear of knowing that this simple woman with dyed blonde hair and Botox, the one who only with the highest heels reached his height and who was lucky to be half his size, was much more powerful than him.

"You'll have to ask me in a nicer way, kitten," Madame Lavenza said in a sing-song tone.

She pressed the button again and Fidi writhed on the ground. Her screams were the worst thing Tigri had ever heard and he felt as if his chest was being squeezed, breaking his heart with each scream.

“Please, please, Ma'am, don't hurt her, she has nothing to do with it, it's not her fault!”

Tigri felt tears well up in his eyes. Madame Lavenza watched him as if she were analyzing him.

“You still haven't convinced me.”

Fidi, who seemed to have difficulty catching her breath, tried to get away from the scene, crawling away; but the woman took two strides and crushed the girl's back with her shoe, digging the heel into the center of her spine as if she wanted to break it in half.

“And where are you going?” she said, before grabbing Fidi by the hair and starting to drag her around the room as if she were a simple suitcase. The girl's struggles were almost nonexistent, and Tigri saw more blood sliding down the side of her face.

“Please, Madame, I won't do it again, it was my fault, it was my fault.”

Tigri threw himself to the ground. If he had to lower himself like that to prevent her from hurting Fidi further, he would do it.

"It's my fault, punish me," he continued. He had gotten on his knees and leaned down until his forehead touched the floor, feeling the coldness of the tile against his hot skin. He hoped that this gesture would be enough to calm Madame Lavenza's mood; for fuck's sake, he was willing to kiss her foot if she asked him to; when then he heard a thud, followed by the sound of breaking glass.

He raised his head and watched in horror as Madame Lavenza slammed Fidi's face into one of the mirrors on the wall. The platinum surface cracked like a spider's web, even letting some pieces fall. Pieces stained with blood.

"Okay, I accept your apology," the woman said, as she untangled her fingers from Fidi's hair. The girl collapsed to the floor, and the sound of her skull connecting with the tiles for the second time echoed in the room, which had suddenly become deathly silent.

Fidi's face was bloody, full of cuts on her lips, forehead and cheeks, and on her pale skin the blood looked even brighter.

Fidi did not move. Tigri could not even see if she was breathing...

Suddenly Madame Lavenza was in front of him. With a finger under his chin she lifted his head. Tigri's mouth was open in a gasp that he couldn't articulate and tears were already running freely down his cheeks.

"She deserved punishment too," the woman said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “She disobeyed by abandoning her position and contributing to the scandal.”

Tigri was frozen. He couldn't take his eyes off the inert body of his friend, the only one who accompanied him to try to overcome that hell.

It's my fault she's like this, he thought.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he barely noticed when metal handcuffs closed around his wrists. Someone grabbed him by the arm and lifted him roughly, making him walk towards the exit. A guy, who Tigri recognized as one of those who worked for Madame Lavenza, picked Fidi up and carried her on his shoulder as if she were a sack of potatoes.

They left the building, heading towards where two cars were already waiting for them. Fidi was loaded into a different vehicle than Tigri.

“When we get back you will receive your well-deserved punishment,” Madame Lavenza said, without even looking at the boy again, as she leaned back against the soft leather seat and crossed her arms.

Isn't this punishment enough?, he thought, watching the second vehicle start up and disappear down the street, taking his friend with it. Isn't this my punishment, to see someone innocent suffer and feel pain while I can't do anything?

But instead he only replied:

“Yes, Ma'am.”

The trip back was silent.

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I'm so sorry, Tigri qwq

The worst part is that it doesn't even end here. We hope they are okay. Thanks for reading! ⭐

[kayhi808]

1000% Better

You wake to the sun coming in through your windows. There's a dull throb behind your eyes, but its manageable. You see a bottle of Tylenol & a glass of water by your bed, so you pop 2 tablets. Mentally thanking Billy. You remember how Bill ended your pity party & you bury your face in your pillow. Disgraceful.

After a quick shower, you head into the living room. There's a knocking on the door which sounds like pounding to your hangover ridden brain. You check the security camera & it's Bill. Part of you cringes with embarrassment. Securing your robe around you, you answer the door.

"G'morning Billy."

Bumping you out of his way while walking through the door, "This is for you." He hands you a fresh cup of coffee, "I thought you could use it."

Locking up, "Thank you. I do. I was just about to get to that."

"How are you feeling?" Looking perfectly put together as always. Dressed casually in jeans & a dark pullover.

"Besides embarrassed?? I'm great" You take a sip of coffee. Perfect mix of cream & sugar. "Thank you for bringing dinner & taking care of me." Walking into the kitchen, "Did you have breakfast yet?"

"You can eat?"

"I can always eat! A little vodka hangover won't stop me."

Smiling, "What are you making?"

"Whatever you want. It's my thank-you for putting up with my annoying ass last night."

Taking a seat at the kitchen bar, "I wasn't annoyed. I was angry that you were still upset about an asshole who cheated on you. Why would you still want to be with a guy like that, huh?"

"I don't want him! After, what he did to me, even if he were to apologize & beg me to take him back I wouldn't. I couldn't. He betrayed me and I can't ever forgive him for that."

"Then what was last night?"

"I was mad that I trusted him. I'm mad for not seeing the red flags earlier. I'm mad that he'll make me second guess my feelings for anyone else that comes into my life from here on out. Does that make sense?"

"But what if the right person comes along and you are so hard hearted you miss out on that opportunity?"

You shrug. "It'd be better if I was more like you. You never get attached. You're never with someone for more than a couple of months. Short & sweet. That's the way to do it."

"Sweetheart, it's not in your nature. You wouldn't be happy."

"But it's in your nature??"

Chuckling, "It's in my nature until I find the right someone."

"You really believe that?"

"When I meet the right person, I'll know it." he says confidently.

You aren't able to hold his eye contact for long, but he's made you think. "I guess, I'm sad, too, that he was able to disregard me so easily. I was so quickly replaced. He made me feel I was not good enough. Like I was nothing. What did he see in her that he didn't see in me? What was I lacking?"

Billy gets up and walks around the counter & grabs you by the chin, "Hey! Look at me! I'm not listening to this bullshit. You are perfect just the way you are. You shouldn't be sad for not meeting the standards of mediocre assholes. You were meant for someone 1000% better." You want to believe what he says. "Now. About breakfast. You owe me some French toast."

You wrap your arms around his waist & hug him to you. "Thank you, Billy."

@idaofinfinity @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11

@jvanilly. -Since you wanted to see these 2 again. 💕😘

[faededaway]

Pro hero reader who has a loud and obvious crush on another pro hero (just loud enough for other heros in the circle to know but not loud enough for the fans or civilians to know).

Pro hero reader who does things like taking lookout shifts near their crush's area, always trying to partner up with their crush, and even wearing their crush's fan merch as accessories to parties.

Okay so, got this thought for Tensei. Iida Tensei.

So every hero who knows Tensei or the reader knows what's going on. Tensei always took on a more "senior/mentor" approach towards reader. (reader is closer to Tenya's age so Tensei can't help but feel inclined to take on that kind of role)

And umm after that incident with Stain, reader just... Waits? Reader believes Tensei will be back on his feet someday! He'll do something! Reader visits Tensei when it he's in the hospital and keeps up with with agency for any updates.

Sooo, let's think that Reader volunteers to help 'train' UA students because "omg Tensei studied here!!". Imagine their surprise when they see Tenya in the Ingenium suit! Reader is all shocked. And maybe, maybe their a bit harsh on Tenya. Criticizing him a lot! Always 2 seconds away from saying, "you'll never be him! You'll never be my hero!"

But they don't. They don't, because Tenya thanks them a LOT! Tenya thinks reader is helping him become better! He's thinking about how well reader's criticisms are for this quirk. He thinks they get it! He thinks they want him to further the Ingenium name.

Everyone else is pitying him. Uraraka is telling Aizawa to but in and make you stop being so harsh on Tenya. But Aizawa knows why you are being this way (and decides it's not his place to say anything, he also knows Tenya doesn't mind)

Anyway, by the end of the training Tenya is telling the reader "I will remember the help you gave me today" as a way of telling them he owes them.

But reader stops him and says, “a meal. Invite me to your house for a meal with your family. And I'll do this again whenever you need.”

He says he'll have to confirm with his mom but he's down. You give him your card and tell him to text you for confirmation. (Internally you're thinking about which dress would impress Tensei)

(Aizawa is raising his eyebrow at your plan but AGAIN decides it's not his business).

Anywayyy thats all. There's a lot of other stuff but for now this is it. I can't help but picture Tensei as a veryyy "I'm not dating anyone 2 years younger than me" kind of guy. So that the direction I'm thinking of. I will definitely come back to this later.

[goingmerryied]

The Pirate Who Loved Me~Chapter 3

(18+)

Masterlist

Summary: (Y/N) grew up in a noble home and island. Her family were members of high class, and were invited to lavish parties thrown by the highest members of society. Although she was raised to be a proper woman, she always longed for something more in life. At the age of 18, she is now ready to enter the social season and her father is to find her a suitable husband much to her dismay.

*3 years before Luffy sets out on his adventure*

Pairing: Trafalgar D. Law x reader

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ explicit sexual themes, Teasing, Dom Trafalgar D. Water Law, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Unprotected Sex, (Be Safe Out There), Multiple Orgasms, Rough Sex, Creampie, Pet Names, Overstimulation, Biting, Bruises, Hair-Pulling, Aftercare

I do not own the rights to Bridgerton or One Piece

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The day after the ball, my family and I had a nice dinner over at Lord Andrews's estate. I learned of his first name, Keelan as he accompanied me on a tour with my parents around the property before dinner. He was very kind and respectful, not at all what I pictured. I was expecting a very misogynistic man who only saw me as his breeding tool. However, Keelan held great conversations and spoke about education which I greatly appreciated.

Keelan would be the perfect match for any lady, but there were still doubts in my mind. Doubts that included me running far from here, and wondering if Law would let me tag along with his pirate crew. Then I thought about Ace and that idea went down the toilet.

Today, I asked my parents if I could go out shopping with my lady's maid Lana to chaperone. They agreed feeling that my one day courtship with Keelan was going well and expected me not to run away. However, I didn't plan to, we walked along the market and visited a variety of shops. I was picking out different clothing and silks that I knew my mother would never approve of but I wanted to have a say in my clothing if I were to be stuck in this god-awful place. I continued to walk and passed by the board that contained the most recent wanted posters, I eyed them and saw Ace once more. His bounty had gone up and I smiled.

I began to walk away and noticed a familiar face on the board, it was him. It was Law, he did have a small bounty but he was a pirate. He did not lie about that, I knew some pirates could be awful but he was far from it, especially with that bounty.

"Madam, shall we get going," Lana states.

"Yes, do you think we shall visit the mandarin orchard to pick out fresh fruits for breakfast?"

"As you wish." We continued our short walk to the orchards and began to look. I suggested that Lana and I should split, she was hesitant at first but I ensured her that I wasn't going anywhere, and my father would not hear about it. She nodded and went the opposite way as I continued down my path. I eyed for the perfect fruit that would satisfy my palate. I soon found one and began to reach for it until someone reaches from behind me.

I turn around and face Trafalgar Law once more. He smiles and hands me the fruit.

"To what do I owe the pleasure Law?" I ask as I continue my path down the orchard.

"I wanted to check in on you, make sure you were alright after last night."

"I'll manage." I inform him, and he gazes at me with pity.

"You know you don't have to live this life. You can be free from all this?"

"Are you offering me a spot on your crew?"

"No."

"Then how can I-"

"It's too dangerous for someone of your kind to be a pirate, I know you dreamed about it but with your upbringing." He says.

"My upbringing?" I say feeling a bit upset at what he was insinuating

"Well you know, a proper lady, tea time, gowns,"

"And training with my tough brothers on how to defend myself, asshat." He looks at me surprised.

"You trained with your brothers?"

"Yes, they taught me everything I know, Law."

"Alright then, show me." He says.

"Right now? You don't think anyone would-"

"I checked to make sure the orchard was clear before speaking with you. Your lady's maid is being preoccupied by my crew."

"Alright then" I go to swing at him and he immediately dodges it. I try again and he catches my fist in his hand. I use this as an opportunity to kick my leg up. He moves to the side however, I decided to aim towards his arm. This catches him off guard and causes him to stumble back releasing my fist. I take this as an opportunity to kick once more but he is quick to grab it. He yanks me forward forcing my weight to turn us. I then lose my balance causing me to land on my back. He chuckles a bit.

He begins to walk away, but I decide to try again to take him down. I go to throw a punch but he moves to his right grabbing my wrist. He pulls my weight into him bringing his arm and mine into a chokehold. However there is no pressure to this and I'm flush against his chest. I can feel his breath on my neck as he recovers from our little sparring session.

"See, I told you weren't ready." He whispers into my ear, my eyes close as I relish in his embrace, shivering at feeling his breath on me. I look up at him  and notice his lips and mine so close to each other. What am I doing? I look up to him and he shares the same uncertainty that I do.

"Not ready and being rusty are two separate things pirate Law." I finally answered.

"Captain Law, and whatever you say diamond" He says.

"I hate that you call me that." I say unraveling from his embrace.

"You've must have hated it more when the queen named you the diamond of the season?"

"Of course I did, last thing I wanted was to be an instant bride and here I am."

"An instant bride? Already?" He asks. Was that panic I heard?

"Well he has yet to propose but he has already begun courting me. My father has already given him his blessing."

"And is that what you want?"

"You already know the answer to that Law."

"Reject him."

"I cannot"

"Why?"

"It's complicated."

"Would you rather spend the rest of your life married to an oaf that only cares about wealth and status?"

"Out of all the noble men I've met, he's decent."

"So you like him?" He steps closer to me until are faces are inches apart. My breath hitches.

"As a friend, I can't see myself married to him."

"So what happens once he proposes?" He says as he begins to lean in

"Law..."

"You know the answer, just say it."

"Law I would say no and travel the world if I could, go on adventures, be the crappiest pirate there is but my hands are tied. If I were to run now, my brother that's out at sea is at risk of being captured by navy admirals!" His grey eyes gazed into mine as I confessed my true feelings to him. His stoic demeanor sent chills down my spine yet he still captured my attention in ways I could not describe.

“Don’t give up on your dream (Y/N), keep fighting for it.”

My heart raced as he stood close to me and I could feel the faint brush of his hand on mine. He slowly grabbed mine and we latched our hands together. Warmth spreads across my chest reaching up to my cheeks, I look down to his lips and slowly begin to reach my other hand up to lay on his chest. I close my eyes as we begin to slowly inch closer to one another.

"(Y/N)-" He began until we heard footsteps approaching. He stood in front of me as to shield me from anyone seeing us together unchaperoned. He remembered.

"CAPTAIN! We lost the lady's maid she can be here any minute." Penguin and Shachi scream. Law curses as his crew members failed to keep Lana distracted.

"We can continue this some other time (Y/N)."

"I look forward to it..." I say. He smirks as he and his crew take their leave.

I couldn't believe what just came out of my mouth. His concern of who I'm marrying did raise some questions. He mentioned that I could not join his crew. However, that doesn't mean I still couldn't find Ace's crew and join them. If that were the case then I would be by Ace's side if the Marine's were to come after him. That still meant putting him and his crew in danger which is what I had been trying to avoid. God if only he were here to talk to, or even Sabo. They would know what to do. Luffy would tell me to grab some meat and ponder on it.

"Madam there you are! I was getting worried, these two odd men approached me asking for directions, and then continued to ask me more about kingdom." She said as we began to walk out of the orchard.

"Maybe they took an interest in you, Lana"

"Oh no madam. Surely not." She says as her cheeks begin to tinge red.

"I'm just joking, let's get home now." I say as we begin the walk to my parent's home.

As we turned the corner, we run in to none other than Lord Andrews.

"(Y/N). Ms. Lana." He greets us nodding in our direction. "What brings you both out here?

"Lana and I were doing some shopping. Then we decided to pick some fresh oranges for breakfast tomorrow."

"Sounds lovely. Would you mind if I escorted you both back to your estate?"

"Not at all, Keelan."

"What brings you out here, sir?"

"Please just Keelan, and I was in town looking for a gift for my mother. Her birthday is approaching soon."

"Well please let her know I said Happy Birthday."

"Of course. I've actually been meaning to ask you something (Y/N)" No. No. No. not yet Keelan.

"Yes, Keelan?"

"I know that in our lives, we are to fulfill our birth right  duty.  Wed, have a family and carry on our families name. However, I have a feeling this is something you do not want."

"That's ridiculous-"

"So you're saying I'm wrong. I can tell when people are lying to me (Y/N)." Shit, he knows this isn't what I want but my parents would be furious to know that I called off the engagement before I was even proposed to.

"You would be correct but I do have an obligation to fill for my family. I know it may not be love but I do believe we would make an excellent partnership." I try to answer truthfully.

"As do I, however I too can't help but wonder what true love feels like."

"You and me both Keelan."

"Perhaps it is something we can explore with one another." He suggests.

"I wouldn't say no to that Keelan." I begrudgingly say but truthfully I wish I could ask him to hold off on the proposal.

"Great to know, (Y/N)." He himself seemed a bit unsure of me.

We continue our walk to my parent's estate, we bid our good nights and go our separate ways. No proposal has been set but I'm sure one is to come. I make my way back into my room.

I sat in my bed as I thought about what it would be like when Keelan decided to propose, well if he ever did. I don't think I was much help in wanting to marry me. Especially after the conversation we had today. However, I don't want to marry in the first place. I could try to write a letter to ace, but there would be no way to address him without it being intercepted by my parents. My thoughts then traveled to Law.

He was a man of mystery, I wanted to ask what it is he was looking for here.

Just as the thought appeared, the room turned a light shade of blue and a gust of wind flew through my hair. Speak of the devil. I look up and Law is standing there handsomely with a smirk on his face.

"Law, are you trying to get us caught?" I walk over to my door to lock it.

"Sorry diamond, didn't mean to upset the lady of the house."

"Please stop calling me diamond and I am not the lady of this house."

"Oh right, soon to be Lady Andrews."

"Hearing you say that out loud makes me even more nauseous. What are you doing here anyway?"

"I wanted to see you."

"There's not much to see."

"Don't do that."

"Do what, Law."

"Put yourself down."

"It's what I feel.."

"It doesn't make it true, you're an amazing and courageous woman who is still standing after being forced into something she doesn't want. If only I can talk her out of it."

"I might consider it if you let me-"

"Not a chance diamond, last thing I need is your pretty face getting hurt."

"Aren't you a doctor that could heal my pretty face." I say getting closer to him.

"I'm the surgeon of death."

"Still a doctor" I lean in closer to him, I just wanted to be as close to him as possible. His presence brought me great comfort, and I felt free while I was with him. I could speak freely, dress freely and act freely. No need to worry about manners, gestures or greeting. It was just me and him. (Y/N) and Law.

"(Y/N).."

"Law" We stare deeply into one another's eyes and the gap slowly closes in. This was wrong, this was wrong on so many levels for a proper woman. Me on the other hand felt this was right.

Just as the gap was about to close, the doorknob began to rattle. Loud knocks began to follow, Law and I pull away quickly and by the time I reach the door to turn around he was gone. I open the door to be met by mother.

"(Y/N)! Make sure you get plenty of rest, I'll have a dress picked out for you tomorrow. I just spoke with your father, Lord Andrews will be over tomorrow for brunch with his mother and father. That can only mean one thing!" She closes the door without waiting for a response and I feel the tears well in my eyes and begin to pour over. I walk back over to my bed and begin to sob into my pillow.

I feel a hand begin to rub my back.

"Don't cry (Y/N), everything will work itself out." He whispers into my ear.

"I can't do it Law, I don't want to do it, but I can't put my brother in danger." I say as the tears begin to get heavier.

"I tried to run away earlier in the year but my father caught me. He said if I tried to run, he would send marine admirals after my brother Ace. I can't let that happen, I won't put his life in danger."

"Do you think he would want you to suffer like this?"

"It doesn't matter Law if I'm here, the only danger he faces is the open seas. Not the wrath of admirals. If I'm here he gets to have his freedom.

"But you lose yours in the process."

"It's what I have to do as his sister."

"As a brother I could never allow my sister to do this to herself. If she were in your position I would tell her to let the admirals come. I would never sacrifice her happiness for my life. I'm sure Ace would do the same." Law argues but I couldn't accept that. I haven't heard from Ace in years besides seeing his wanted posters.

"Law, I wouldn't know what Ace wants because I haven't seen him in years. I can't put his life at risk."

“I’m sure your brother is much stronger now. Stronger than the last time you saw him, he wouldn’t want this for you. I know I don’t.”

“You barely know me.”

“You barely know Lord Andrews.”

“Law, please help me.”

“I’ll do what I can diamond.”

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What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins? Part 18

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Well, I don't really like this one but I want to get something out today! Only two more parts, it's bittersweet in a way. I did not think that the first fic I ever wrote would have so many parts or be over 70 pages on a google doc.

I'm already working on a few new fics though I don't know if I'll end up posting them. One is a Steve superpower fic and the other is an angsty one with Steve and Eddie leaving together. Would anyone be interested in reading those?

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Steve was feeling good. While he had initially been nervous to see his family again after being ignored and leaving town, he recognized that he may have judged the situation too harshly. The entire Party, besides Erica who was still at summer camp, was sitting at one of the picnic tables set up in the Byers’ backyard. They were all laughing and catching up until Hopper cleared his throat and brought up the dreaded topic. 

“So, I know we’re all having a good time here but I think we should talk about what happened,” he said, immediately bringing everyone’s attention to Steve.

Steve chuckled nervously, “Um, I don’t think we do. Everything’s fine, we’ve all moved on.”

Steve didn’t need anyone else pointing out his flaws. He’s already been made aware that he misunderstood the situation and acted too hastily, he really didn’t want to talk about it again. And if there was one thing he hated above all else, it was seeing people become sad when they were supposed to be happy. He saw the kid’s smiles starting to fade at Hopper’s words and he desperately wanted to keep them there. “Besides, I’m back right now! Let’s focus on that. Where’s the ice cream?”

Hopper glared harder at his pseudo-son and gruffly muttered, “we are talking about it. You left without telling anyone, had us looking for you for months thinking we might find a body, and then you show up acting like nothing happened!”

He turned his angered gaze to Eddie sitting next to Steve, “And don’t think you’re off the hook either, Munson. You were talking to him for weeks without telling any of us. Then you disappeared too. I had to deal with Wheeler trying to push me into charging Steve with kidnapping.”

At that, both Steve and Eddie nearly gave themselves whiplash turning to look at Mike. “What the hell, bro?” Eddie was surprised and somewhat touched at his concern. 

Meanwhile, Steve felt the opposite. He was offended, he’d known this kid for years and he still hated him despite everything he’d done. The fucker was permanently on his shit list now. “What the fuck, Wheeler? You little shit!” 

Hopper cleared his throat once again to drag their offended expressions away from the scowling teen. “Language! You both should know better than to disappear without telling anyone, especially with what we all have gone through. So what happened?”

Steve looked at Eddie. Eddie looked at Steve. Everyone else looked at them looking at each other. Steve sighed and tried to explain in a way that wouldn’t expose his vulnerability. “I didn’t think anyone would care if I left. My dad kicked me out and I didn’t have anywhere else to go. None of you had talked to me in weeks at that point so I just started driving. I ended up in Chicago and now I really like it there.”

Everyone around the table looked slightly horrified. They had all played a part in his departure, they knew. But they didn’t consider how distant and unreachable they had made themselves. 

“Kid, why didn’t you come here? Joyce and I told you that you could stay here whenever you needed to. Why didn’t you come to us?” Hopper asked, his gruff voice strained and congested. 

Steve just shook his head, his fingers twisting Eddie’s in search of comfort. “I didn’t want to bother you guys. You already have three kids, I didn’t want you to have to take me in because of pity.”

“So instead you went off on your own like a dumbass?” Max said. 

He glanced at her, “I’ve been alone my entire life so yeah, it wasn’t that bad. I found a job and an apartment. I’m happy now.”

“Why didn’t you reach out to anyone, Steve? We were really worried about you,” Joyce added. 

“Everyone seemed to be going about their normal lives when I called. I didn’t think you guys really noticed that I was gone and I didn’t want to bother you. I really don’t want to talk about it,” Steve said, frowning and making moves to make himself appear smaller. 

Eddie, sensing his boyfriend’s inner turmoil, placed a comforting hand on his knee, an action hidden from view of the others at the table. Steve shot him a manically desperate but appreciative close-lipped smile. His eyes begged Eddie to do something to draw the attention away from him. 

And Eddie would always do what he could to help his boyfriend. Without hesitation, he blurted, “Steve and I are dating!”

With that, Steve’s self-inflicted disappearance was forgotten. The reactions ranging throughout the group were extreme. Hopper had the most dramatic spit take of his life and spit his iced tea all over El and Mike that sat opposite him at the table. El looked confused at the situation before leveling her father with a glare for drenching her new shirt in iced tea and spit. Mike was glowering at Steve looking absolutely disgusted. Will and Joyce had small, surprised smiles on their faces. Nancy and Johnathan’s jaws dropped in surprise, staring at the two in the utmost shock. Lucas and Dustin similarly looked shocked like they had expected anything else. Max was blankly looking at them like she already knew. Robin was looking at Steve nervously, anxiously awaiting his reaction. And Steve? He was looking at Eddie in horrified shock. So that wasn’t the distraction that he was gunning for then. 

Mike, unsurprisingly, collected his wits most quickly. “Are you fucking kidding me?! First my sister and now my Dungeon Master? Do you have no fucking shame, Steve?”

His indignation brought Steve out of his shock quickly, defensiveness overtaking his initial horror. “Okay, watch your fucking mouth, Wheeler. This has literally nothing to do with you. Nothing! I don’t know why you’re always so invested in my love life but it’s weird, dude. Stop.”

Mike sputtered and seemingly could not find anything justifiable to say in response. Robin jumped in then, face still aflame in a heavy blush. She said, “Well I support you and I am happy that you are happy! Right, guys?”

She turned to the others that were still recovering from their shock. They all nodded except for Hopper. His blank expression made Steve anxious, even more so when he got up from his seat and moved towards him. 

“Hop, I just… I’m sorry… I just-”

He was silenced when Hopper pulled him into a bear hug. “I’ll always support you kid, even when you’re interested in the likes of Munson here. I might not understand it but I accept it.”

Steve hugged him back with tears in eyes, “Thanks, Hop.”

They both pulled away after another moment and Hopper went back to his seat next to Joyce. The whole table was up in arms debating on whether they had seen this coming (Max, Lucas, and Will said they had; Dustin, Mike, and El definitely did not). Steve just smiled at the chaos that was his family and pulled a blushing Eddie up by the shirt collar before tugging him close. Steve looked into Eddie’s eyes and whispered against his lips, “you’re such a dipshit.”

Eddie smiles and runs his tongue along his lower lip, “yeah, but I’m your dipshit.”

Steve barked a laugh in response before giving him the grossest, messiest kiss he could manage. Even with the disgusted outcries from the Party and the berries being thrown at them courtesy of Robin, kissing Eddie and being surrounded by family had Steve feeling happy and complete.

Part 19 Part 20: Epilogue

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[31nightshade]

Steven Universe AU.

It was another gathering, another one of quackitys party's to stay loved by the public and him forgotten, not that he minds much tho, he's uses to it. 

Okay almost ready, he grabs his mask and heads off. He walks down the dim hallways of stone and marble, being lit up by torches, listening to the clacking of his shoes. It felt so lonely he felt so lonely right now. His best friend (chush) is off taking care of his duty as a pearl. Missa walks into the great hall almost as soon as he walks through the door he's overwhelmed by the amount of people.

He takes a breath in and out. 'we can do this missa.' He weaved himself around the people he almost got lost until he saw roier his sweet, strong, overprotective younger brother talking to his purl cellbit. Roier spots him and calls him over " MISSA OVER HERE!!" missa walks over and greets them. "buenas tardes como has estado hermanito y cellbit." ( good afternoon, how are you little brother, and cellbit.) Roier awkwardly Chuckles. " Come on man, no need to be so proper, we are here to have fun." Cellbit is a lot calmer but nevertheless enthusiastic. " Yeah! Man, relax, Phil should be showing up soon." Roier and cellbit share a look as missa's face becomes flushed At The Mention of his purl. Not a second later he feels a tap on the back of his shoulder. " Hi mate, you good, you seem a little tense." Missa turns around to face the other. Phils eyes follow, like a bird looking for prey, yet with the kindest smile on his face.

"Yes! I am good no worries!!,es que hay tanta gente, y ¡uh!-'' phil presses a finger up to Missa lips, missa can feel his face get more red. " It's okay mate, no need to explain to me right?." Phil gives him the most goofy smile that Missa has a hard time keeping himself composed, and not bursting out into loud laughter. Not wanting anyone to pay  attention to him.

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Phil spots roier and greets him formily, then slaps cellbits back so hard he almost falls but roier catches him. Phil cackles his ass off at the site, cellbit nudges him back but not as hard as phil because he is his Superior.

"That hurt man ow!, any ways how has it been going?" Phil shrugs his shoulders. "Not much other than making sure everything is in line, you know my job." Phil rolls his eyes. He doesn't care much for his job. Having to Listen to Diamonds that he's not even the pearl of!!, doesn't really appeal to him. But nonetheless he'll still follow through. Roier and Cellbet  almost gave him a look of pity, he shut that down pretty quickly. " But when I don't have to do that, I hang out with missa."  Phil smiles.

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Hearing his name missa Tunes back into the conversation. He looks at Phil and he gives missa a thumbs up. Missa smiles nervously looking for Qackity and Max but they're nowhere to be seen. " roier, where are our siblings." Roier turns to look for himself; he can't seem to spot them either."Uum I don't know." "Oh I can go find them!" Missa turns to go look." No you're not you are going to stay here." Roier grabs him by the shoulder, stopping him . " Roier I can go find them just fine on my own!"Missa I said NO. You will follow my order now stay here."  Roier's tone was cold, didn't get this serious often, it scares Missa a bit even though he knows his little brother would never hurt him he still stayed in place wanting to avoid a scene. 

"....ok" not raising his voice above a whisper.

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Phil watches the scene go down, unable to intervene in the matters of his superiors. He felt so angry he understands Roier's protectiveness over Missa after  what happened.... but did he have to be so cold about it, Missa has done nothing to deserve this. So instead of interfering he places a hand on Missa's shoulder. "I can go with him if that makes you feel better about him going?" He will just have to take control of the scene.

[fictionkinfessions]

You know what, Julia? I'm not done.

I think I owe you an explanation as well. Apology was only half of what I owe. So, here's the other half.

(Please also note before going into this, I'm not using this to justify what I did. What I did was on my own accord and I had full control. Also note that this is supposed to be read in a neutral leveled tone.)

Right... so, we should probably go back to the beginning for this: when our "friendship" (if you can even call it that) started. Back when I'd only sit with Andy during lunches. His friends disliked me. So, Andy went on over to you and Nina and asked you both to invite me over. Now, this is only a question from me, but did the both you only invite me over because you had crushes on him? Thus doing this, you could get closer to him? Well, honestly, maybe it was subconscious. Who knows. But for that year, we sometimes hung out. But, what bothered me was the fact neither of you really were into it, y'know? It was more about Andy. At least from my point of view. I mean, especially after the decline of my birthday party invitations. But I digress, it only seemed like you used me to get to Andy. Please don't feel bad about that. Childhood/teenage crushes be wild like that. I literally don't blame you for it... in this life anyway. But back in that life... that's why I made rude jabs at you from time to time.

Next is something I don't really need to explain, but I was in love and obsessed with Andrew. Sure, go ahead and be grossed out about it. I mean, that's why I never told you my crush back as a teenager. Though, you didn't either. But I do remember you asking me quite a few times. When you and Andrew started dating, my world shattered. I took it out on you. I wanted to get him back from you. To put it loosely Taylor Swift's song "You Belong With Me" perfectly encapsulates how my thought process was.

Ah, but there is something else. How did I come to the full conclusion that threats and insults were the answer to all my problems? My mom. Most people point out that she was the one who sold Andrew and me, and it also is pretty obvious that both our parents were neglectful. But what we also learn from bonus content is she hired the hitman. What isn't really pointed out though is that when mom and I interact in-game, she does throw slight insults at me. I was verbally abused growing up. (AGAIN this is not a justification nor is it a "pity me" plea. Simply an explanation) So... after learning that behavior... I decided to continue the cycle of abuse. You were my metaphorical punching bag just as I was my mom's.

...that's it. that's my explanation. Y'know, I don't want you to wonder why i did it. Maybe this answered some questions you had. maybe not. I don't know. Oh, and Julia, if someone ever starts doing that kind of thing to you again please hit me up and I'll deal with those assholes for you.

Continue hating: Ashley Graves #🩷🖤

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[streetkid-named-desire]

for vg about rat:

👿- What's their worst trait?

👥- What are they to you?

for rat about vg:

🐺- What animal do they most remind you of?

😇- What's their best trait?

OC duo ask game

(thx bestieeee)

👿- What's their worst trait?

V: That he holds fuckin' grudges.

Rat: I do not.

V: ...

Rat: YOU BROKE UP WITH ME BEFORE I WAS HAVING SURGERY, THAT'S UNFORGIVABLE. THAT'S NOT A GRUDGE.

👥- What are they to you?

V: My ex-bo-

Rat punches VG in his arm, hard enough to bruise.

V: Ow! What the hell?

Rat: What am I to you like, what are we?

V: Oh, we're friends, I guess.

🐺- What animal do they most remind you of?

Rat: Weevil.

V: Come on, be fuckin' serious.

Rat: No really, you got that huge fuckin' nose and waddle around.

V: I don't waddle.

Rat: Yeah, when you're really engrossed in something and pacing with your hands behind your back, you kinda waddle.

V: Bea, do I waddle?

Bea: Yeah, kinda.

😇- What's their best trait?

Rat: UGGGGHHHHHHH Do I HAVE to answer this?

V: You don't gotta forgive me to be nice to me. Like, you can just extend some common decency.

Rat: Oh, like you extended me when--

Bea: Will you both just shut up and answer the fucking question? We have dinner reservations in twenty minutes and I don't wanna shell out for a fucking Delamain.

V: You know it doesn't cost me anything when I call, right?

Bea: Yeah, but that's weird! And also, what you did I think is illeg-

V: Shhh. Rat, answer the fucking question.

Rat: Really, really fuckin' optimistic. I hate it. He could never let me just fucking pout and mope around. Always made me laugh or made me see the lighter side of things. Like, growing up trans? Middle school was especially miserable. But, no matter how much I wanted to sit in the hallway and quietly eat my lunch, he'd just barge his boisterous ass in and sit down next to me with his laptop or a cyberdeck and go on and on and on about the latest developments in netrunning and shit.

Bea: It's SO annoying! Sometimes you just wanna be miserable. You gotta let people have their pity parties every once in a while.

V: But I feel so bad when I don't get invited to a party.

Rat and Bea release a sound from their throats that sounds the exact same and means the same thing: Shut up, V.

[monstersinthecosmos]

i saw your tweet about not writing for 2 months bcos no one likes your last fic??!! vantablack?? what do you mean!! I LOVEE THAT FIC LIKE NO OTHER FIC BEFORE IT.

i am right here right now baring my soul to you to say how much i owe you my life for that fic! THANK YOU!! that fic was so well written that i, who rarely drop asks to people, is right now on my knees, dropping this ask in your inbox just to tell you this :((

dsagdkjl omg thank you ALSO I'M REALLY EMBARRASSED I TWEETED THAT WHILE I WAS HAVING A FIT FEELIGN BAD FOR MYSELF I'M SORRY I'M SORRY LOL

to be clear I try to keep my fandoms sequestered (sorry VC/IWTVtwt is absolutely insufferable & SK fandom can't thrive on tumblr because tumblr is not friendly to adult content) but I was talking about my last SK fic that kinda flopped. I am really intentional about not taking fic engagement & numbers seriously as a measure of my self worth but it also was just like absolutely crickets on my last couple SK fics and it really hurt my feelings. 😂

anyway I beg everyone please leave comments on the fics that you read. Fic writers do it for fun and share it for free, please don't just consume them mindlessly like they're a content mill. It's the easiest way to drive writers out of your fandoms and then you stand around wondering why there's no fic. I've never taken it personally that my VC fics don't do numbers, either, because the fandom was always so small, but VC discord has always been really supportive to me so I felt okay about it and knew who my secret audience was. It's not about clout and numbers, but it's hard when there's no feedback at all, it's not a good feeling.

(I'm also a terminally insecure writer so my first thought is always "wow I fucked up, I must have mischaracterized, my pacing doesn't make sense, all these hits and no comments because people got bored and DNF" etc. lol. lmao.)

It's really not about entitlement, either; it's not a numbers game to me. One comment means the world to me. But I just need like something, even if it's just one person who liked it letting me know they liked it, because writing is really hard and lonely and takes a lot of time and it's really hard to stay motivated when no one wants to talk to you about it, you know? I'm a person who would probably write, anyway, but I don't necessarily feel the need to share my fics on AO3. Why waste the time editing and agonizing over it and trying to stick to a schedule if no one fucking cares haha.

THIS HAS TURNED INTO A PITY PARTY I'M REALLY SORRY, ANYWAY PLEASE EVERYONE BE NICE TO FIC WRITERS THEY ARE SENSITIVE LOL