#if you have any more questions hmu

[hijinks-n-lowjinks]

tell me abt the gasoline jjk wip 🙏

GLADLY.

It all started by listening to Halsey's Badlands album for the umpteenth time and there was just something about Gasoline that suddenly hit different. It gave such distinct apocalyptic vibes that I was instantly inspired and tried to write down as much exposition and plot outlining as I could before I forgot.

And thus the jjk/itafushi vamp au was born!!!

The general premise is that vampires are the ruling class in the modern world. They take blood tithe offerings in order for humans to keep their lives. It's not exactly uncommon for vamps to kill recklessly, but this provides them with some incentive not to kill their main source of food with each feeding.

Megumi's role in this au is... complicated. He works as a poacher, a term used by humans and vampires alike to describe humans that hunt down other humans to feed to vampires. He's enlisted by different vampires and covens to find and capture humans that fit the specific desires of the vamp in question: blood type, gender, age, etc. Think of it as a fucked up comparison to how people have specific foods they prefer.

Now, Megumi isn't playing to role of the good guy in this fic, but he also doesn't want to be doing what he's doing. The only reason he does this is to keep his comatose sister alive and safe, as he's made a deal with coven leader Mahito to keep their hands off of the Fushiguro siblings if he hunts people down when they ask.

The essential plot is that one day Mahito has a specific request for Megumi: capture one boy and Megumi will no longer have to work as a traitor to humanity while still remaining safe from vampires. This boy, Itadori Yuuji, has stolen something from Mahito and he needs it back, but he also needs Yuuji alive so Megumi can't just kill him.

Megumi sees this as his one opportunity to get out of this shithole of a situation and hesitantly accepts the offer. He sets out to find this thief and ends up forming a friendship with him, first to try and gain Yuuji's trust so he can manipulate Yuuji into doing what he wants, but obviously things don't turn out the way he plans.

Yuuji is very much a mystery throughout the story, his background and motives hidden until much later in the story when shit goes down. He and Megumi have a sort of instant chemistry/connection in this fic that throws both of them off, as neither have much experience with forging human relationships. Their dynamic is something I'm so excited to explore!

And that's the basic plot! There's a lot more shit involved that I have and have not written out yet, but I am SO excited to finally get to this one aibtntfi is finished! I've been talking about this fic with @kattythingz forever and she knows how long this shit has been in works lol. The title of this fic has been at war in my head as I can't choose between a simple title like "Gasoline" or if I should go with the good old lyric title "my heart is gold, but my hands are cold", but honestly I'm sort of leaning towards the former? Feels more distinct that way and it's a bit different from my usual fic titles.

[lugartl]

ive never seen anyone ship scratch & snowman before.. im interested

some art for you, curious soul. get ready for a ramble under cut btw :op

OKOK, so the ship first started out cause of me and boyfriend joking around with shipping people with scratch, Hussie, self shipping, and then we got around to snowman and we were like "wait.. this is kinda awesome??" and the ship was made for us. in our opinions, we think that snowman is very jokingly yet very lovingly affectionate with him, and doc scratch is constantly like "I HAVE WORK TO DO... STOP!!!!" and is overall very flustered and unamused with her affections. (in secret though we feel that he does enjoy her affections, he just wishes she'd save it for when he wasnt actively working or around people.) but yeah, it started as a crack ship but made its way into my heart. (i dont think mu boyfriend ever ironically shipped it, he was always genuine with it.)

but yeah, me and my bf love polyfelt and polycrew. we are lovers, your honor!! we love love!!

[bluejaybytes]

IT IS DONE. I 100%'D SIDE ORDER IN EVERY POSSIBLE WAY. Cleared the tower with all palettes, bought all hacks, bought all items from Cipher, got the Low Hacks Eight badge, got all Jelleton entries, and got all chips entries as well as maxing out the chips that max out at ten and NOT five. My fastest clear is 17 minutes with DJ Octavio's palette, and highest score is Marina's palette with 83k points. My favorite palette and palette with the most clears is Frye's palette with 6 clears, and my least favorite palette is Big Man's palette with only a single clear, tied with Eight and Murch's palette for the spot of least clears, and my first clear was with Sheldon's palette.

Genuinely I could not be happier with Side Order. The only critiques I have are minor and not hugely impactful on how I feel about the DLC as a whole. Easily worth the money and despite the fact I've now done every conceivable thing the game has to offer in terms of completion, I absolutely expect to continue playing and having fun with it for a while further

[ahatintimepieces]

In this final update (for a while at least) Luka goes home.

[fiepige]

Have some more Sage facts cause I've been thinking about him a lot lately:

His universe's version of the Prowler is his older brother Abe.

Abe became the Prowler after he was separated from his family, in an attempt to find them and protect/care for them. (they were separated before Sage was caught and brought to an Oscorp lab so Abe doesn't know what's happened to him)

He and Sage reunites when Abe's on a mission as the Prowler to get intel from an Oscorp facility.

Abe was wounded and about to get caught by the guards when Sage showed up for dinner- killing all the guards and almost killing Abe too.

Cause they don't recognise each other as Abe's in his Prowler gear and Sage is in his symbiote form.

Abe barely manages to convince Sage that they're on the same side, as they both wish for the downfall of Oscorp (Abe suspects Oscorp has something to do with the disappearance of his brother. He also blames Oscorp for the separation of his family after their dad died.)

They form an uneasy alliance and do missions together from time to time, but none of them know the other one is their brother as they're always their alter egos when they meet up.

I haven't decided when or how I want them to find out that they've been working with their long lost sibling the entire time.

I just know that when it's eventually revealed they both have mixed feelings about it.

Cause they've both witnessed the other one do horrible stuff to other people. Sage isn't sure he's even the same person as he was back when they were separated, he's been through so mush since then.

And Abe's been viewing Sage (the symbiote version he's been working with) only as a means to an end in an attempt to look for his family, but now he suddenly has to reevaluate the time they spent together and the way he treated him. Cause he didn't see him as nothing more than a monster he could use to get rid of Oscorp goons. But now he realises he's been dragging his little brother along for dangerous missions and put him in horrible situations in order to reach his own goals. + Sage has witnessed him to awful stuff to people in order to get what he wants, things he never wanted his little brother to see.

They're not sure they can ever go back to the way things were. Abe wants to try, but Sage is more reluctant. Mostly because so much has changed since then. He's changed since then. He's not sure he can be who Abe expects him to be anymore. So he runs away. Cause he doesn't want Abe to get hurt. And he'll be hurt if he stays near Sage.

Will they reconcile? Who knows? Guess time will tell, cause I haven't figured it out yet lol.

I have so much more Sage lore but I wanna keep this post relatively short.

(Also if you've read all of this just know that I love you <3)

[johaerys-writes]

this is perhaps a bit of a specific ask, but do you get asked that often or is it just that you are the type to wait a while to answer asks? and then you answer them in close time, so it seems like a considerable amount

Honestly it kind of depends? I try to answer asks shortly after I get them, the same day if I can unless I don't have time, so I'll answer them the next. Sometimes I take a bit longer, if it's a writing prompt or something like that. I don't always get that many asks but I do love chatting with people so they're always welcome!

[apricior]

hey this is the publishing anon i was wondering how you got to be an editor's assistant? like did you intern there and what would you recommend for someone who wants to follow a similar path?

hey anon!

yes, it was basically like you said. i did a master's in editing and doing an internship was mandatory, so i just approached one of the teachers one day and asked "hey, do you accept interns?" (all our teachers were editors or worked in some way in the publishing industry). she said yes, i started my internship last april and when i was done with it in october i got hired!

if i'm being honest, i was Very Lucky cause it's usually not as easy as it was for me (there were two other girls who did an internship at the same time as i did, one of them is in another department now and the other is doing some freelance work for us), i was just lucky enough to be doing my internship with the chief editor and he liked my work enough to insist his boss to hire me :')

but honestly, my main recommendation is to make contacts. i'm not sure how it works in other countries, but here everything works by word of mouth. attend events, talk to editors in book fairs, email them to tell them about your abilities, attend courses or talks related to publishing especially if they are organized/lead by editors... i don't know if that works in countries with a bigger publishing industry (spain's is pretty weak and small tbh), but i hope that helps!

[iwakuraz]

today, I talked to that one girl who I always wanted to know more about. shes a really interesting person I'm glad we talked

[columboposting]

Honestly not even the last fifteen years — try since the 1990s. A lot of the language we use to talk about social issues today comes from academia, and it is language that has been in use in academia for far longer than it’s been in vernacular. “Social constructs” and the ways in which texts produce/subvert/question them have been, broadly speaking, the primary concern of literary scholarship since the ‘80s. The third wave of feminism started in the late ‘80s; Kimberlé Crenshaw coined “intersectionality” in 1989, and very soon after it gets picked up by a lot of literary critics. Edward Said’s Orientalism, which is pretty much the starting point of postcolonial theory, came out in 1978. By the year 2000 Queer Theory and Gender Studies are flourishing. Fuck, I was so busy talking about those guys I almost forgot to mention that Marxist lit theory has been alive and well since the fucking ‘70s!!!! If you go back and read a piece of literary theory from 1998 you will probably be surprised by how much it sounds like it could have been written yesterday. But that’s because many of the ways we now describe gender and race and sexuality were invented by academics — queer and female academics, academics of color, other marginalized academics — thirty-forty years ago. 

Obviously, criticism from the early/mid-20th century is, to generalize a little, going to suck for all the reasons you think it will; back then, most critics had this idea that a text had one objective correct meaning, and the critics deciding on that meaning were overwhelmingly wealthy straight white men (that said, we even owe some things to those nerds — mainly close reading, looking at a paragraph or a sentence of a work and examining its form and content and using it to draw conclusions about the work at large, AKA what’s happening in 90% of tumblr media analysis). But since the 70s literary criticism has been primarily post-structuralist, and since the 90s that post-structuralism has primarily turned its attention to examining how a text understands structures of class, race, gender, sexuality, culture and society at large in very nuanced, intelligent ways. There are a lot of fantastic scholars doing a lot of fantastic work!!! Post-Colonialism, Gender Theory, Queer Theory, Feminist Theory, Critical Race Theory, and New Historicism are all doing quite well at the moment — within the past fifteen years or so you can start throwing Ecocriticism into the hat, if you want to see people talking about how literature treats the natural world. By dismissing “scholars,” you’re ignoring the fact that there are a lot of really cool literary critics you could be learning from RIGHT NOW!!

And this is a little beside the point but I do really want to note that also: you’re neglecting the fact that YOU are doing scholarship, even if you’re not “scholars”!! Like, I hate the people who invented close reading, but holy shit close reading is the foundation of like every piece of tumblr media analysis ever!! Furthermore: Frankly, if you’re talking about the latent meaning hidden within the text you are probably also doing a little bit of psychoanalysis because that’s where we get that idea about reading literature (sorry, fellow Freud haters). If you’re talking about the emotional reaction the text provokes, if you’re interested in how the serialized nature of dracula daily changes the experience vs reading it as it was published — congratulations, that’s Phenomenology, the study of how people experience a text!!!!!! Plus there are (as previously mentioned) all the ways that we get our vocab on gender and race and class and social constructs from theory. Your blorbo analysis post is a form of literary criticism that is deeply, deeply indebted to both modern post-structuralist theory and earlier 20th century ideas of close reading and psychoanalysis, even if you don’t know it. In that respect, and in the fact that modern criticism is going to be working under many of the exact same methodological and ideological influences as you, I promise literary scholarship is worth your time. 

since I'm paying more attention to drac daily stuff this year I'm seeing a lot of posts saying "scholars always get the book wrong" and guys, ya gotta read better scholarship. poke around on jstor and google scholar for publications from the last ~15 years. see if you can find queer / feminist / postcolonial centered journals with online public archives. find a writer you agree with and see who else they cite. I prommy that academics are not your enemy and a lot of them are in their line of work precisely because they're just as not normal about their blorbos as you are. hashtag don't turn this into another "historians will say they're just friends."

[theha1rarch]

@hcrtbreaker liked for a starter!

Steve knew it hadn't been the smartest idea, sneaking into a club with nothing much more to disguise himself than a pair of sunglasses and a hat ... but, he just had wanted one night. A few hours, spent with his best friend - being a normal young adult for once, and he'd thought maybe, everyone would be too drunk to notice who he was ... He'd thought wrong. The plan is now for him to sneak out the back, Robin to pull the car into the alleyway and pick him up, and hopefully - hopefully - they make it out before anyone else sees him. What he hadn't accounted for was the door to club swinging open just a little too fast and hitting ... someone. Immediately panic overtakes him and he's rushing out, crouching down in front of the girl outside, now on the ground. "Shit, shit, shit. I'm sorry, are you okay?" His voice is as panicked as he feels, giving the girl a once over, scanning her carefully for any injuries.

[cvntluver444]

i’m your girl - ellie williams

ellie 📸 creds - s9ession on pinterest (and tiktok)

ellie williams x reader, slight!abby x reader

₊* summary : after catching your girlfriend cheating on you, your best friend ellie offers a little more than some much needed quality time together.

₊* warnings : smut minors dni, language, cheating, dom!ellie 🤭 sub!reader, light spanking, abby and ellie tensionnnn, slight ellie x cat, reader uses she/her pronouns, intended lowercase, bad writing, not proof read. if i miss any please let me know!! 🤍

₊* a/n : EEEEK hi everyone! this is my FIRST EVER FIC! don’t be fooled though, i’ve been apart of this lovely community for years and have loved reading all of your lovely works!! i really wanted to try and give this a shot because im a hoe and i have some crazy thoughts that i think need to be shared (this one really isn’t crazy this is like the third thing i’ve written so we are going to ease into it 🫡)

anyways i am so excited to share my first fic! it would mean the world if you guys left some positive feedback or constructive criticism so i know how to grow!! i’m also looking for new friends since i don’t post on here so if you want to be friends hmu 😋 i love you all!! again i hope beauties enjoy!!

🇵🇸 as always, please keep spreading information and support for Palestine! 🇵🇸

▹ daily click

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walking back from a study sesh, your bubbly laugh fills the halls of dorm as your best friend her story of a disastrous hookup.

“oh my god, ellie. that would happen to you,” you huff out, trying hard to calm yourself down. ellie chuckles while smiling down at you. “i can’t believe cat said a different name!” you couldn’t stop you laughter as ellie explained the awkward interacting with cat. your laugh was her favorite sound in the whole world, which is why she always loved to tweak her stories just a bit. she knew just about everything about you, so of course she knew what made you come undone in a fit a laughter. so maybe cat didn’t actually say someone else’s name. maybe ellie said someone else’s name. maybe she said your name. but you don’t have to know that.

“yeah ya know” she shrugs a bit and pauses. “maybe she just isn’t right for me,” ellie shrugs nonchalantly. “anyways, is abby gonna be in the room?” ellie questions.

“yeah hope that’s okay with you, i didn’t tell her we were coming back so early so she will probably just be in our room and out somewhere,” you explain, as you reached for your dorm room keys. living with your girlfriend in the same dorm room would have some calling you a bit risky, but you never had any doubts with your relationship with abby. you’ve been together for a year now, you trusted her, she treated you good, and you were even kind of starting to picture your life together. however; that daydream becomes a distant afterthought as soon as you open the door of your dorm room. in front of you is your, now ex-girlfriend, naked and on top of none other than the infamous cat who ellie has talked your ear off about.

“what the fuck” you whisper out, your voice coming out raspy as your eyes quickly start swelling up with tears and your throat swells up. abby and cats giggles soon turn into gasps and their heads fly towards your direction. you feel ellie come to your side and put her arm on your back. “why don’t we just step outside quick, baby,” ellie sadly begs you, her voice full of sympathy, but also anger. how could anyone take advantage of such a beautiful girl. her gaze lands right on a worries looking abby who is rushing to put her clothes back on.

“baby no wait look please just give me a sec let me explain it’s not what it looks like,” abby rambles out a bullshit story but you can’t hear anything around you. your tears now rapidly falling.

“what- what- what the fu-fuck abby!” at this point, you can’t control any emotions. it’s impossible to try and stop any tears now. you’re defeated, hurt, and feeling betrayed. you quickly spew out a few choice words at the two girls rushing to get dressed, but slowly relax and fall into the tall body next to you. she gently grabs your arm and drags you out the door, whispering apologizes and begging for you to focus on her as you still throw some daggers at abby. finally clothed, abby forgets all about the girl she was just fingers deep in and rushes out the door towards you.

“hey hey hey please just wait please” abby calls your name as ellie continues to guide you towards her dorm. you can’t even look at her as you continue to cuddle into ellie, who’s arm is gently placed around your figure, shielding you from your panicking ex.

“just fuck off abby you’ve done enough give her some space” ellie turns to yell towards the blonde who’s still right on your tail.

“you can shut the fuck up and stay out of this williams” abby barks back. “this is between me and her, and the last time i checked, she wasn’t your girlfriend.” ellie’s hearts cracks a little at the sentence, wanting none other to call you hers.

“well after the way you just cheated on her, i don’t think she will be yours very soon either,” ellie smirks. abby and ellie get pretty angry pretty fast, spewing out nasty things about each other and who can treat you the best. you were going to go insane. all you wanted to do in this moment was cry.

“ellie?” suddenly, ellie stops at the soft voice that just called her name. she saw you, teary-eyed, staring at her with the most heartbroken look on her face. her eyes softened and jaw unclenched. her heart broke at the sight of you, but still could not get over the fact that you still looked angelic. “can we please go?” you didn’t even have to ask ellie twice. she nodded her head and gave you a quiet ‘of course’ with a sympathetic smile on her face, but didn’t leave without staring the girl in front of her down. she then turned towards you and flung her arms over your shoulder. leaning her head on yours, you two walked together back to ellie’s room.

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the usual 5-minute walk back to ellie’s dorm felt like hours as it become harder and harder to hold back your tears. ellie didn’t speak one word to you, she understood that all you wanted in this moment was to be silent, knowing that if you opened your mouth once, you would burst out into tears again.

as you two reached her room, she gave a soft “hold on baby” and slowly released her grip on yours so she could unlock her door. you two entered an empty room thanks to dina, ellie’s roommate, visiting jesse at his campus. as much as you loved dina, you were so thankful you could just be alone with your best friend and cry. as soon as you heard ellie shut the door, it was exactly what you did.

as soon as she heard your heartbreaking sobs, ellie quickly rushed over to your side and engulfing you with her toned arms. she shushed you quickly and rocked back and forth, doing everything in her power to try and somehow make your beautiful face smile again.

“i can’t fucking believe her” you finally speak up after several minutes of silence and sniffles. ellie looks over at you, startled after not hearing your voice in a while. “we were together for over a year, we were literally living together in the same fucking room, like, where does she think i’m gonna go now? i’m not living there anymore i fucking hate her!” your sadness has now turned into rage and your slowly growing louder as your rant goes on.

“hey hey hey,” ellie tried to calm you down. “don’t worry about all that now, okay baby? you’re gonna stay with me, and you me and dina are gonna have a big slumber party and have pillow fights and make cookies and talk about boys.” ellie’s joke works miracles and brings a small smile on your face and a little giggle reaches ellie’s ears.

“there she is,” ellie smiles. “i missed that beautiful laugh.” you can’t help but get a little flustered at her comment. now that you were done with abby, your relationship was quickly forgotten when you remembered just how much you were in love with ellie before. you always thought she was so beautiful, and of course she always treated you like a princess.

when you finally worked up enough courage to speak, a quiet “i’m sorry, ellie” left your lips.

“what are you apologizing for baby?” ellie asks you with a confused look on her face. in the moment of catch your girlfriend fucking another girl, you totally forgot all about your own best friend and her crush, and how she was probably going through the same emotions as you right now.

“i’ve been being so selfish. i’ve only been thinking about me and my relationship that i completely forgot about your obsession with cat” you sadly smile and give her an apologetic look. you remembered all the times that ellie would gush about cat with you

“cats skirt looks so good” ellie seductively says to you while you grab your things out of your locker. you glance over to where cat was talking to two other friends at a locker bay across from the two of you. it is pretty cute you thought to yourself. you frown looking down at yours. just a plain boring white skirt.

or that one time when you two were putting off studying in your deserted dorm room

“wait stop scrolling! there! yes! let’s watch that one.” you questioned her on her choice because it was your favorite movie too and you didn’t think she would ever like it, considering she laughed in your face when you told her about it. “oh um i know yo- um it’s cats favorite movie.” ellie saves herself from almost admitting to you that she may have done a little too much stalking that night and found out a couple of your favorite things.

or the night of the frat party, the night ellie’s compliment to cat broke your heart so much, you’d call it one of the worst nights of your life.

“ok now my turn stop hogging,” you giggle at ellie and she shoves you away from the blunt. she finally hands it over and take a hit. you look around at the view of campus from on top of the frat house. “it’s sooo pretty up here, els.” you giggle as you blow the smoke out. ellie chuckles with you and you two burst into laughing. “oh my god how high are we,” you squeak out “ellie look and tell me how red my eyes are.” you’re suddenly staring straight at ellie, and in her haze she lets out a small ‘woah’.

“i uh i mean uh-“ she stutters out as you question what she meant and furrowed your brows. “i mean i was just looking into your eyes and thinking about cat,” she spews out “you know she just has eyes just like yours,” your small smile falls suddenly and confused brows now turn downwards. “uh yeah cats eyes you know they’re like a beautiful uh” while ellie tries to think, she then stares at you again and describes your eyes. cat has eyes like mine? i could’ve sworn they were different. your cloudy mind is not sober enough to realize what’s actually happening, instead your heart breaks even more, thinking that ellie has probably stared into cats eyes so many times she’s pinpointed every detail about them. once you two tossed out the blunt over the roof, you headed back downstairs together. still hurt with ellie’s rambles, you quickly get away from her as soon as your in the clear, leading you to meet abby. why is the worst time if it led you to meet your girlfriend? well, before the cheating, you would’ve had no idea why.

ellie’s hand in front of your face brings you back to reality, which is not fun. ellie is still sitting next to you on the couch and you have to ask her to repeat what she said.

“i was asking what you were apologizing for, baby. you were the one that got cheated on, not me.” ellie chuckles, but slowly realizes what she said. she see your eyes drop down again and the sadness returns to your face. while she’s quickly trying to come up with something to say to save herself, she stops when you stand upnn

“is it ok if i go use your bathroom real quick?” you sadly ask ellie, and she nods with a small smile on her face. you give her a quiet thanks and walk towards the shared restroom of ellie and dina. ellie brings her hands to her head and scolds herself. if you’re trying to make her feel better and give her a hint, this is NOT the right way to do it. she couldn’t shove down her feeling forever, but she also did not want to confess and risk losing you completely. she tried to clear her mind and think about what dina or jesse would tell her to do in this situation. while trying to focus, she could hear you shuffling around in the bathroom. she knew why you were really in there, she wasn’t stupid. thinking about that just made her feel ten times more guilty. she knew what to do.

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as soon as you go into the bathroom you lock the door and force the tears welling in your eyes to go away. you decided to wash your face with cold water to try and snap yourself out of your emotional roller coaster. you dry your face with the hand towel and turn to look at yourself in the mirror. you were still in so much shock at the events that happened tonight. you take in your messed up appearance and cringe. your bloodshot red eyes were not a pretty sight, and neither was the smudged mascara scattered underneath your eyes. you hope ellie wouldn’t be too grossed out by the way you look right now.

huhhhh?

woah okay the feelings are for sure back. you try to get yourself to look less dead inside by washing your face a couple more times. you opened the bathroom door and slowly walked back out to the couch. you sit back down next to her and put a blanket around yourself, meanwhile she is mindlessly scrollings through netflix trying to find something to watch before she stops on none other than you (and cats) favorite movie.

“oh hey what about this one” she looks over at you with a little smile on her face. you give her a confused look as to why she suggested this one, knowing it was cats favorite movie too.

“but, ellie, won’t that make you, i don’t know, sad?” you question. now she’s the one giving you confused looks.

“why is it like a sad movie or something? i didn’t think it was. i thought we could watch it because it’s your favorite movie and i thought it would make you feel a little bit better,” she smiles back. now you’re even more confused. for starters, she told you it was cats favorite movie, and also, you don’t even remember telling her it was your favorite.

“how’d you know?” you asked her. she replied with a little huh and you asked again. “how’d you know this was my favorite movie? i don’t think i told you that, and i thought it would make you sad because you told me before it was cats favorite movie.” ellie’s face suddenly turns from confused, to scared almost. she stated stuttering and couldn’t form a single word.

after a couple second of struggling, ellie says your name. “it’s not cats favorite movie. i don’t even know cats favorite movie. in fact, i actually don’t know a lot about cat in general.” she looks at you with an almost scared look. now she just completely lost you. when she realizes you still haven’t caught on, she finally begins to explain what she means after a long pause.

“it was never cat”. the room suddenly gets loud, very loud. your ears start to ring and your breath leaves your throat. you couldn’t believe it, again. the whole time you were pushing away your feelings for ellie, she was trying to do the same with her feelings about you. suddenly, you start thinking back to all the moments when you thought ellie was crushing on cat. slowly, more dots start connecting.

you glance over to where cat was talking to two other friends at a locker bay across from the two of you. it is pretty cute you thought to yourself. you frown looking down at yours. just a plain boring white skirt. you’re not the only one looking though. if you would’ve turned around to face your best friend again, you would’ve seen her also looking at your ‘plain boring white skirt’, grateful that she quickly replaced ‘your skirt’ with ‘cat’.

or that other night, after the blunt, when you were crying your eyes out to abby. ellie kicking herself outside and hoping, praying even, that you wouldn’t know the actual color of cats eyes, and that maybe you were even dumb enough to not know the specific details of your own (you were).

you wish you could go back and slap the old you in face, that way, you and ellie could’ve avoided this whole abby and cat mess and could’ve been together longer than you and abby ever would’ve been. now you’re staring up at, after she just confessed her feelings for you. you didn’t know what to say, well you did, you wanted to say that you felt the exact same was and you have since the day you met her, but you’re too slow so she keeps explaining to you.

“i’m sorry to bring it up, but when we walked in today, my heart broke. it didn’t break because i saw cat with another girl. it broke because i saw her with your girl, and i never knew anyone would ever be that fucking stupid to throw away someone as gorgeous, generous, and as selfless as you,” she pauses and you cry again for the millionth time tonight; however, this time the tears feel good. happy tears. she continues and says your name in the softest tone possible. “so again, it was never cat. it was you.”

“abby is not ‘my girl’” you cringe. ellie looks up at your quick response. “i always kind of hoped it was you.” you break apart your words, still scared to admit how you feel even though she just spilled her heart out. the response you got back though washed all your worries away.

“can i kiss you?” she asked quietly. you couldn’t believe it (x3). it was finally happening. every single event that happened up to this very moment has vanished from your mind. all you could think about was how you couldn’t nod your head yes faster. she gives you a beautiful grin before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and gently gripping our chin to pull you closer. at last, your lips touched and it was everything you imagined and more. after you two slowly made out for a couple minutes, taking a couple paused to breathe in between, the kisses started turning more aggressive. you jump as you felt a soft touch on ur upper thigh. you relaxed once she placed her full hand on you and rubbed it up and down. you let out a soft moan which made ellie groan and trail kisses down your neck. you whined as you suddenly felt her pull back. her eyes looked right into your eyes, and she placed her forehead against yours. you two panted as you stared into each others sinful gazes. silence took over for a while before ellie suddenly interrupted.

“can i take you to bed baby?” you bit you lip and nodded, your innocent eyes locked on hers. fuck, you were perfect. it made ellie’s iris’ turn black, and she slowly guided you to her room, littering your face with teasing kisses on the way there. she sat you down on the edge of the bed and got on her knees, lips never leaving yours. her hands caressed your thighs once more, rubbing outwards so that your legs slowly separate. your lips follow as she pulls away to see your skirt has ridden up and she smirks, staring directly at your wet panties. “oh baby” she groans, her focus fully on your clothed pussy, begging to be touched. you lean back and tilt your head so you’re staring up at the ceiling, eyes squeezing shut and a moan leaving your mouth as soon as you feel small kisses going up you thighs. “love those fucking sounds, baby. you’re so angelic.”

“el’s. t-touch me,” you beg, but she light slaps your thighs and gives you a couple disappointments tsks.

“sweetheart, you gotta ask nicer.” she pouts up at you, malice in her voice.

“please, el’s, i need you to t-touch me please” you drag out, embarrassed that she has you this worked up and she’s barely touching you yet. she smirks up at you and her kisses get more sloppy the higher she goes, and finally, her mouth is hovering above your cunt, her hot breath purposely breathing heavy. she loved watching you whine and jolt under her touch. how crazy she made you go even with just a couple kisses. she loves how much control she has over you, and how well you listen to her.

“lift up your shirt, pretty girl. wanna see you play with your tits while i eat this pussy.” her words alone make you want to cum, but then it would be over, so you pull yourself together and do as she said. out of no where, you felt a long lick up you pussy, you body tightening suddenly and letting out a humiliatingly loud moan. “that’s right, baby. let me hear you. do i make you feel good? hm?” you shake your head vigorously, staring down into her green eyes staring right back up at you. she now loops her arms around your legs and spreads them further, making you squeak. “fuck, such a pretty fucking pussy,” she moans, and slowly starts licking up and down continuously.

you’re a mess. one hand gripping her hair, trying to push her even more into you, making ellie grunt, her own panties quickly getting wet at how bad you wanna cum. your other hand is placed perfect cupping your left tit, playing with it just like ellie told you to.

“el’s you’re gonna make me cum,” you whine, your eyebrows furrowed and voice raspy. you look so fucking sexy right now, and ellie tries her hardest to take a mental picture for later.

“yeah? you gonna cum baby?” she teasingly asks you and you whimper out a mhm. once again speechless with the way ellie is slopingly eating your pussy.

you suddenly feel a finger teasing your entrance before it slowly slips in. your moans groan louder, and her pace quickens.

“el’s, ca- can i please?” you beg, the knot in your stomach was growing rapidly. she lifted her head up for less than one second, a stern ‘cum’ leaving her lips, before she returns back to where her tongue was. you scream as you do, vision going black as ellie fucks you though your orgasm, fingers now rubbing even faster on your clit, causing you to completely come undone and cum all over her face. she doesn’t stop until you’re shaking and overstimulating under her. when she does, the only sounds in the room are your quick pants, and ellie’s bed as she moves to scoot closer towards you.

“woah,” you say, still trying to catch your breath. “that was..”

“way overdue” ellie chips in. the two of laugh and you move to lean you head on her shoulder. it’s silent again before you finally speak up.

“i don’t think i ever really thanked you for taking care of my today. i don’t think i would’ve been able to have this much fun today if it wasn’t for you,” you tell her and you feel her hands that were once in your hair, come around and lift your chin to give her a kiss m.

“you don’t need to thank me pretty girl, i wanted to take care of you.” her confession made your heart flutter. “plus i knew that maybe i might have a chance to finally fuck you,” she teases you and you hit her arm, jokingly sending her a scoff.

“you’re right by the way,” she finally adds on. you give her a confused look and hope she takes the hint to explain what she meant. “you’re not abby’s girl.”

“i’m not abby’s girl,” you repeat.

“you’re my girl,” she tells you, eyes never leaving yours, a small smile on her face.

“i’m your girl.”

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₊* a/n : ahhhh i really hope you guys liked it! 🤍 if you did please let me know because it would mean the world!

love you soooooo much MUAH

[jjjjeonww]

jeon wonwoo - the eyes, they never lie.

genre - fluff word count - 825 ~~in which wonwoo and you have been friends for a long time, and you knew he wouldn't see you in any other way. but the eyes, they never lie. to: @hanniescookie "you r the main reason why im not taking a break and im grateful for that so here is my (1st) gift to you!! ALSO hmu if u have any wonwoo needs (🫦) iluvyou!!!" from, yuna <3

For years, you and wonwoo had been inseparable friends, your bond growing stronger with each passing day. you had met wonwoo on the set of his first movie together, bonding over the shared love for acting and the dedication. From that moment on, your and him were not just co-stars, but the best of friends, always looking out for each other both on and off set.

your friends and his had always teased you about the close relationship, often joking that you and wonwoo would be the perfect couple, even though you weren't actually together. you would always laugh off the comments, insisting that wonwoo was just a dear friend and nothing more.

"You two are so perfect for each other," jiseok would say with a mischievous grin. "when are you going to make it official?"

you would roll your eyes, playfully swatting at jiseok's arm. "Stop it, you idiot. Wonwoo and I are just friends, nothing more."

Meanwhile, Wonwoo would just smile enigmatically, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he met your gaze. you always assumed that smile meant he found his friends' teasing as amusing as you did. Little did you know, Wonwoo's smile was a carefully crafted mask, hiding the longing and desire that burned within him.

The teasing reached a fever pitch when they were cast together in a romantic drama. Throughout the shooting, your on-screen chemistry with wonwoo was palpable, the kisses and embraces leaving the crew swooning and their friends in stitches.

"Wow, you two are so convincing," their co-star and friend, jooyeon, said as he watched you and wonwoo film a particularly steamy scene. "It's like you actually love each other."

you blushed, looking away shyly. "Shut up, jooyeon. It's just acting."

But Wonwoo just smiled, his eyes lingering on your face a moment too long. "Maybe it's not just acting," he said softly, so softly that you didn't hear him.

Throughout it all, you remained oblivious to Wonwoo's true feelings, dismissing the comments and teasing as just playful ribbing from your friends. you had no idea that Wonwoo was falling deeply in love with you, his emotions growing stronger with each passing day.

but, he was an actor. of course he could act like he doesn't have the biggest crush on his best friend.

….

you gazed out at the setting sun painting the Jeju Island sky in hues of orange and pink as Wonwoo drove them back to the city. The salty breeze whipped through your hair, carrying with it the laughter and chatter of the day's beach outing with your mutual friends. you smiled, feeling content and at ease in Wonwoo's presence, as you always did.

Glancing over at him, you noticed Wonwoo's eyes flick briefly from the road to you before returning his focus ahead. It was a look you had seen countless times before, but tonight, under the fading light of dusk, it felt different. More intense. More…meaningful.

your heart skipped a beat as a realization dawned on you. Could it be? Did Wonwoo actually…like you? you had always brushed off the teasing remarks from his friends and yours, insisting that Wonwoo was just a caring and affectionate friend. But now, the way he looked at you, the way his gaze lingered just a moment too long, made you question everything.

Throughout the drive, you couldn't shake the feeling that the atmosphere between them had shifted. Wonwoo's hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white. you noticed the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, the slight clench of his jaw. He seemed…nervous. Anxious. Almost as if he were grappling with something profound and weighty.

your mind raced as your recalled all the moments they had shared over the years - the late night conversations, the inside jokes, the comforting hugs after a long day. Had Wonwoo always looked at you with such longing in his eyes? Had syou simply been oblivious to the depth of his feelings?

the car stopped at a red light and you looked at your phone, but in the corner of your eyes, you saw wonwoo staring at you. you slowly turned your head over to him, and yet again. you saw the same look of longing and love in his eyes. you remembered the moment where your friend had caught a video of wonwoo, of how he looked at one of his friend's hyeri, and then how he looked over at you. when he looked at hyeri, it was his normal face. no smile, just an unreadable expression. but when he looked at you, there was longing, there was adoration, there was love, all in one in his expression. actually no, not his expression, but his eyes. and right now, in his eyes, it was the same all in one.

his expression seemed like nothing was happening, but his eyes spoke the truth. and you know what they say: "the eyes, they never lie."

[hivemuthur]

Fanfic Masterlist

requests temporarily closed! (but will open again, promise)

It is time! For now, I mostly write fanfiction for Arcane (ViktorxReader, ViktorxOFC, Jayvik), but who knows what future might bring. This list will be updated on regular basis and pinned on my blog. The majority of my work contains content aimed for adults, so please interact accordingly. I am cross-posting everything on AO3. If you have any questions, hmu in asks or dms! A complete list under the cut.

quick navigation: ✧ for multichapters: green is finished, red is ongoing, pink is in drafting or coming soon ✧ you will find all of my writing under #my writing ✧ you will find all of my written requests and requests info under #requests ✧ if for whatever reason you are interested what I have to say about insignificant stuff you can find it under #i'm rambling ✧ anything I was asked through my inbox is under #asks ✧ stuff I like is under #fic rec ✧ my multichapter works have their separate tags listed below ✧ AO3

one shots:

Drugs in Our Body (Reader Version) - mature - viktorxfemale!reader Modern University AU about getting high together (tw: recreational drug use), TA Viktor. AO3 + POV3rd Person Version

The Ugly Thing - explicit - viktorxfemale!reader Viktor-centric Modern University AU (if you squint) and it's just smut y'all (or an exploration of emotional D/S dynamics if I deem myself ambitious). AO3

The Game of Spin The Bottle - mature - everyone from my fic The Game of Teaching Body kisses everyone, they play spin the bottle. That's it. AO3

Dream Within a Dream - mature - Jayvik based on a hc, where Jayce and Viktor are so happy about their Hextech breakthrough, they celebrate with a little bit too much alcohol. AO3

Pet Me Instead - general - Jayvik based on a hc: Viktor's cane + Jayce's shin = lovestory. AO3

multichapters:

The Game of Teaching Body - overall explicit - viktorxfemale!reader Modern University AU (can you tell I miss being young yet?), TA Viktor, about falling in love against the odds of insecurities (tw: alcohol). AO3 + POV3rd Person version starring my OFC Joe. tag: #the game of teaching body

Ch.1. | Ch.2. | Ch.3. | Ch.4. | Ch.5. | Ch.6. | Ch.7. | Ch.8. | Ch.9. | Ch.10. | Ch.11. | Ch.12.

What was that? - overall explicit - a 15-chapter viktorxofc POV3rd Person, slow-burn co-worker love story of Viktor and my OFC Renly. AO3 tag: #what was that

Ch.1. | Ch.2. | Ch.3. | Ch.4. | Ch.5. | Ch.6. | Ch.7. | Ch.8. | Ch.9. | Ch.10. | Ch.11. | Ch.12 | Ch.13. | Ch.14. | Ch.15.

Nothing's New - overall explicit - a new multichapter thing I am working on, lovers to enemies to lovers arc, Modern AU, viktorxfemale!reader about getting back together. AO3 tag: #nothings new

Ch.1. | Ch.2. | Ch.3. | Ch.4. | Ch.5. | Ch.6.

A Deer and a Man - overall explicit - based on a request, viktorxfemale!reader, arranged marriage regency era AU. AO3

tag: #d&m

Ch.1. | Ch.2. | Ch.3. | Ch.4. | Ch.5.

Tightrope - overall explicit - based on a request, viktorxfemale!reader, academic rivals/friends to lovers, modern era AU. AO3

tag: #tightrope

Ch.1. | Ch.2. | Ch.3.

requests: collection on AO3

Friends with Consequences - explicit - viktorxfemale!reader Modern University AU about fwb dynamics changing into something more

Hand of the Beholder - mature - viktorxgn!reader where Reader is a sculptor with a sight disability and Viktor is their muse

Five things - mature - viktorxgn!reader where Reader commissions an elevator in the academy only to get stuck in it with Viktor

Lover, You Should've Come Over - explicit - viktorxfemale!reader hurt/comfort/smut, making up after a fight

Cuteness Aggression - mature - viktorxgn!reader Modern AU, about Viktor getting groped by Reader before an event because he's just so fine

I Sink Into Bliss - general - viktorxgn!reader Modern AU, depressed reader, hurt/comfort

ViktorXAutistic!Reader HeadCannons - mature - viktorxgn!reader, fluffy HCs for dating Viktor as a person in the spectrum

Eat Me - explicit - viktorxfemale!reader, Viktor is jealous, therefore: smut, also dom!Viktor

Mendings, Minor and Major - mature - viktorxgn!reader, a bit of angst and fluff referring to disability in intimate situations

Off, off, off, off With Your Hands - explicit - viktorxfemale!reader, Reader looks too good and Viktor learns a lesson

Help me get back to your arms - general - Jayvikxgn!reader, depressed reader comfort

Lay My Hands on Heaven - explicit - viktorxfemale!reader, Dom!Viktor with shibari

Skin - explicit - viktorxfemale!reader, yearning that leads to smut, inspired by Cigarettes After Sex

It Never Entered My Mind - general - viktorxgn!doctor!reader, angst with a vague resolution

Gooey - general - viktorxgn!reader, where Reader is tipsy and tears up when Viktor is out of sight

Teenage Dirtbag - general - viktorxfemale!reader, where Viktor takes Reader to prom

First Rites - mature - viktorxfemale!virgin!reader, where Viktor kisses Reader for the first time

What Brings You In? - explicit - solo viktor, having a really hard night thinking about gn!reader

Hand Me My Lover - explicit - viktorxfemale!reader, needy, just needy

Long Weekend - explicit - viktorxfemale!reader, domestic fluff + morning sex

An odd one out: Wait Ten Seconds - explicit - DU x Astarion (BG3)

coming soon:

Saturnine Night - explicit - based on my request, a Dark Ages AU Jayvikxfemale!reader with Viktor and Jayce being alchemists who create a creature

Strange Harmonies - explicit - Modern AU, Jayvik as rival pianists, enemies to lovers arc

Praise You - explicit - Tattoo Parlor AU, viktorxfemale!reader, slow burn

Heathen - explicit - Modern AU, priest!viktorxfemale!reader

[kepkosim]

ALL ur posts are AMAZING, please share ur secrets about how ur quality is absoloutly spectacular. Its clearer than my eyesight

Hi!! Thank you!! 💖💖 1. Canvas Size

I think what definintely helps the most is making sure to !!crop!! (I don't resize in any way since I wanna preserve the original Screenshot quality as much as possible) your Image according to the tumblr size guide. For example a single Vertical Image is 1280x1920 Pixels. 2. Liquify and Repainting

I use liquify to fix any hard edges, and repaint parts of the face by using really harsh selections (Select>Select & Mask>Smooth on 100% and Contrast on like 50%-70%) around areas like nostrils and eyelids. This gives the overall image a much clearer and sharper appearance!

3. Skin Smoothing

I kinda went in depth with this here and I pretty much still use the same technique today! It's all about erasing pixelation and artifacts that were caused by using the overlay and multiply mode when painting. But make sure you do this by the end, once you're done with everything. 4. Sharpening but not oversharpening

I usually do this at the very end when I'm done with everything. I duplicate the layer and use sharpen and set the layer opacity on around 60%-70%. Then I erase everything where sharpening isn't nessecary (like the background or the hair for example). That's it :) (or all that I can think of right now) if you have any more questions hmu!!

[reidingandallthat]

what's in a name?

a last late night conversation, where you confront lauren and start questioning if that's even her real name.

emily prentiss x reader words: 1.8k genre: angst cw: set in when emily was undercover as lauren, reader's role isn't mentioned, feel free to assume. lyric prompt: I will not ask you where you came from, I will not ask and neither should you. honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do.

a/n: my submission for my beloved @mggslover 's event, lovers1kevent, again congratulations lovely. tried something different so im terrified. ill just hide out after i post don't hmu kekfjrlfk. idk if the stove and fire thingy worked out as I wanted but oh well.

Nightfall fell like a blanket around the cold winter, three steps into the kitchen with just a lamp on. Dim lights remind you of the same moment just a few months ago, hurried hands roaming through kitchen drawers, hoping for just one clue. 

You take a knife, an untoasted piece of bread laid out on a plate, not much patience to turn on the stove so you spread out jam over it. Cold to touch, just like she was before the calamity. 

The thought was scary, not very surprising, but you had your suspicions. You only hoped for them to not be true. 

A clutter shakes you awake, looking around for any intruder or perhaps Declan, maybe he had a nightmare. The sound was brief as if the intruder had only realised the sound they made but you had heard it. 

Slow and tentative footsteps, careful to never make a sound, you try to decipher the direction of the sound. It's hard, now that it's so quiet. 

But then you hear it again, the scraping of a drawer. So you take the knife left on the kitchen counter, yielded in front of you as a warning. 

Just three more steps till you find out who's here but something stops you. You only see a glance of it, but it's all too recognisable. It's her. 

Her expressions are calm but her hands tell a different story. She doesn't dare look up, her eyes glued to the file she's holding open, determined to look at every word on the paper. 

“She must have stayed over,” You think as you see Lauren hurriedly turning over pages. 

Her looking through anything in the house isn't that much strange to you, but it's the middle of the night and her breath quickens at every second that passes. You know there is nothing normal about this. 

But you rest your weapon anyway, making sure to make a sound so she can hear you coming. And as you anticipated, her body reacted instantly, the file being closed and hidden, her hands busying themselves with the water bottle on the table. 

You slowly walk in, suspicion clouding your face. You don't know yet, but she can tell. She can pick out everything you want to say just by seeing your face, but you don't know that, yet.

“Hi.” You say,

“Hey,” she chuckles, “I was just making a sandwich, do you want one?” she asks, a smile betraying her narrow escape, and perhaps even the objective of her arrival, but she doesn't know that yet.

The red color of the jam stares back at you in fluorescent lighting, eyes strained from being open for too long. 

You're not even hungry anymore.

You can sense her now, a presence too heavy to ignore. You haven't looked up in a few minutes but you could feel her staring at you, brown eyes too enticing to ever look into. 

“You should eat,” she says. 

Your eyes close heedlessly, a sharp stab of pain you desperately hoped you never felt, but it was common nature now. You look up and force a smile, not caring much to make it look natural, she can always tell anyway. Another thing that haunts you most days. 

It's very hard to hide from her, but you can never find her, always looking at a distance, never too close or too far.

You’ve told her it's unfair, she only laughs. Cruel.

“I’m not hungry anymore.” 

She smiles, amused, endeared. Cruel.

“So you were sleep cooking?”

You're grateful she can't see you smiling, you don't want to give her the satisfaction. So, so cruel of you. 

“Don't make me laugh.”

“Is that a crime now?”

The garden was more beautiful to you at night, the smell of jasmine was much more prominent but you had to stay away, if you got too close it made you dizzy. 

You hear a sound, but instead of panic a warmth causes goosebumps all over your body. 

You know how you can tell someone's footsteps apart? 

Hers are unmistakable to you, you're positive you can tell her breathing apart from a crowd of thousands. But that's not appropriate to say out loud.

You learned that pretty quick, nothing was to be said out loud, it made it too real. You can't really tell why she comes every time you call, or why you oblige to her insistences, but you do anyway. Why would she kiss you senseless then laugh and tease, why would she let you roll your eyes at her? Why was it fine by you to sleep next to her when no one was home, why did you let everything happen even if it killed you, little by little? 

You’d asked her once, her fingers tracing meaningless patterns on your face, running a line up and down your nose. 

“Memory of a goldfish. Do you know how long that is?” She asks.

“A few seconds.” You answer.

“You think we can be goldfish?”

You laugh, it's music to her ears.

“Strange way of foreplay, but sure.”

She laughs, it's music to your ears.

“Schadenfreude,” You say as you assemble another piece of bread with the jam covering only one side of it.

You turn on the stove, I don't want to eat it cold justifying your actions but you know it's not accurate. Excuses, excuses.

It's because she's talking to you, and a sick need to hear it again and again and again until it grates your ears but that moment never comes. Somehow you're always looking for reasons to extend the time, finding excuses to turn on the stove. 

“Taking pleasure in other's misfortune.” She explains and you roll your eyes, of course she knows.

“Mhm. Good job.” You bite into a separate piece of bread as you wait for the pan to warm.

“Why is that relevant right now?”

“You're a classic example.”

Her eyebrows crinkle in offense and you want to laugh but it only pesters your heart, a rope tightening around your neck. 

“I don't take pleasure in anybody's pain,” She clutches her heart, mock pain, and it's a joke for her, but it's three in the morning. And you're tired. 

“You take pleasure in my pain,” an emphasis on the word ‘my’. 

Her eyes turn knowing, pitiful and sorry and you hate it. You hate that she has the upper hand, that she can tell you're a desperate, pathetic mess. 

“I don't take pleasure in your pain, honey-”

“Don't you fucking honey me.”

You think you can hear your heart beating, you can feel it in your neck, as if it will jump out any minute. The light sound of the clock ticking fills the silence. The pan is too warm now, so you turn down the heat. You don't want to burn your sandwich. 

She knows not to push, it's a known routine now. It stays silent until you take another piece of bread when she speaks again, just like clockwork, memory of a goldfish.

“Why did you turn on the stove if you were just going to eat them like this anyway?”

“I have free will, go away.”

“Just warm them you already have the stove-”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Okay, what's going on? Why are you being so dismissive?”

“Because I can-”

“Y/n.”

You only look at her, it's too hard to string together sentences anymore. This is one of the few select times you're grateful she can read you like a book. She knows what this is about. 

“What's your name, Lauren?”

It's only the second time you've asked that question. The first time the consequences felt too real. Her eyes hold betrayal, anger and every other thing you can think of. 

She should have been confused, dumbfounded when you asked her the first, she should have brushed you off. But she was angry, the biggest mistake on her part.

“What are you asking me??”

“Your name isn't Lauren.”

“How would you know?” 

“Because you don't answer me when I call you Lauren, it's someone else. It's not the same person who responds when I call her honey, sweetheart, angel, just anything else.”

It felt like a dare, who could win the argument, who would say the harshest words, ask the hardest questions.

“You promised not to ask.” It's an accusation.

“You won't tell me your name Lauren.”

“I can't.”

Your head hangs low as you take deep breaths. Fire burns underneath the pan, small and timid like it's tired. You put the sandwich on the stove, not keen on asking anymore questions, they never get answered anyway. 

You don't notice her get up, or walk towards you. You were hoping she'd just disappear, like none of this ever happened. But her hands cup your face and force you to look up. You keep your eyes closed, too afraid you'll recognise the look on her face. 

The same one she adorned when she was looking for answers, begging you to not ask anymore. 

But you're tired.

“You don't have any secrets? What is this then?” She gestures between the two of you, and a shadow falls over your face. It's unkind of her to ask this, it's not a fair question. She knows that, but she asks anyway.

“Are you kidding me? Are you seriously saying that? You?”

“We all have our secrets. You have yours, I have mine.”

A ringing alarm sound breaks your memory. Her hands leave you, hurrying to turn off the sound, to not wake anyone up. 

She flips the sandwich over, and the other side is burnt, too dark. 

“I don't feel real,” You say. It's a quiet admission, only meant for her. You're not even sure if you yourself want to listen to it.

“You're not real, Lauren. Neither of us are.”

You take the sandwich off the pan, soothing your fingers after the hot surface touches your fingertips. 

You look at her and she looks puzzled, it's adorable. The inexplicable urge to kiss her pesters you again, you had vowed not to do it, but she's too close for you to not to, so you reach her lips anyway, just for a second. But she keeps you in place, just a few more minutes, a phrase you've heard too often when sunlight starts peeking through windows. 

You turn the stove off as she lets you go, you take her silence as an apology. You don't think you could take anymore reasonings and explanations. 

...

The everyday noise of the mornings shakes you awake, you can't even tell when you fell asleep. It's only eight am, you've definitely not gotten enough sleep, but you force yourself off the bed.

The housekeeper is in the kitchen, chopping vegetables with the same knife you held last night.

You can't really tell if it was real or a dream, if you imagined a horrible goodbye or if that was it. 

But you hear Lauren giggling in the living room, and you hear Declan’s laugh accompanying hers. 

The dream was real, you know now but you don't try very hard to convince yourself that it was real. It's better off as a dream, you think.

As you look at the scene in front of. you, you think of the same sentence you've thought every morning for the past few months, Memory of a goldfish.

[whxre4hange]

hargreeves family & their youtube channel headcanons

op note: guys i have uni tomorrow and i have 50 pages of readings to get through and im doing this instead t-t and THERE WILL BE MORE THIS HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA SO ENJOYYY and if u have any reqs and stuff hmu x

luther: "big guy lifts big things"

luther’s channel is still 90% him lifting random objects, but now he’s started taking requests from subscribers. his latest video is titled “can i deadlift a vending machine full of expired tuna cans?” (spoiler: it broke his toe).

he tried to do a live q&a once, but klaus hacked the stream and kept typing questions like “why are you so sweaty all the time?” and “is it true you’re dating a moon rock?” luther didn’t realize it was klaus until halfway through and was answering all of the questions with great sincerity.

his cooking tutorial series is now called “protein with the pro :D,” and every episode ends with him yelling, “this is fine!” while something burns in the background. 

he uploaded a vlog titled “day in the life of number one” that was just him sitting alone in his room for 24 hours, eating protein bars, and crying over pictures of the moon. fans thought it was satire, but it wasn’t.

diego: "knives out (but worse)"

diego’s channel has devolved into pure chaos. he doesn’t even try to edit his videos anymore—half of them are just him yelling at random objects while throwing knives at them. one video is literally titled “can i fight a toaster?” (the toaster won btw. dont ask how).

he started a series called “knife or not a knife,” where he throws random objects at walls to see if they stick. episode three featured klaus dressed as a piñata, screaming, “i’m not a knife, diego!”

he once uploaded a video called “how to be a vigilante” but got distracted halfway through and spent 20 minutes ranting about why batman’s cape is impractical.

most popular video is a 20-minute rant about why pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza, which unexpectedly went viral (he didn’t mean to post it)

klaus: "ghosts & giggles"

klaus’s channel has somehow gotten even weirder. one video starts with him trying to summon marilyn monroe and ends with him accidentally summoning reginald, who spends the entire video yelling, “seriously, number 4?” while klaus laughs uncontrollably.

every time ben possesses him for content, klaus makes it as awkward as possible by saying things like, “oh no, ben’s making me fart again!” ben hates it but can’t stop him.

he uploaded a 10-hour loop of himself dancing in a fur coat to elevator music while holding an empty wine bottle labeled “ghost juice.” it has 8 million views for no reason.

his fans keep asking for ghost-hunting content, but klaus refuses because he says ghosts are “too clingy.” instead, he uploads videos of himself talking to random objects and pretending they’re haunted (“this spoon just told me its tragic backstory”).

allison: "rumor has it i’m amazing"

allison’s channel is now 50% lifestyle content and 50% her using her rumor power for increasingly dumb challenges. her latest video is titled “i heard a rumor my brother ate an entire watermelon whole,” featuring luther crying while trying to eat the rind.

she once tried to film a morning routine vlog, but klaus kept running into the bathroom yelling, “do ghosts poop???” she gave up halfway through and uploaded it anyway.

her most viral video is called “siblings try asmr,” where five whispers insults into the mic (“you smell like failure”), diego yells directly into the mic (“IS THIS RELAXING?!”), and klaus eats chips so loudly that viewers reported headaches ….and the channel.

she started a prank war with lila by uploading fake rumors about her (“i heard a rumor lila can’t spell ‘knife’”), which led to lila breaking into her house and replacing all her coffee with hot sauce.

ben: "dead but make it content"

ben’s channel has officially gone off the rails because klaus keeps uploading nonsense on his behalf. one video is titled “ben reacts to cheese,” where klaus eats different cheeses while pretending to be ben (“mmm yes this gouda reminds me of my tragic death”).

fans keep asking for serious content from ben, so he uploaded one video called “existential dread: part 1” that was just 30 minutes of silence followed by him knocking over a glass of water in frustration (via ghost powers). fans called it groundbreaking art.

his most popular series is now called “ben roasts humanity,” where klaus narrates ben’s sarcastic commentary on random internet trends (“why are people eating tide pods? even ghosts think that’s stupid.”).

once uploaded a black screen with the title “i’m haunting you rn lol.” fans reported strange noises in their houses afterward, but klaus swears it wasn’t him (it was).

five: "temporal tantrums"

five’s channel has become an unhinged mix of time travel lectures and angry coffee reviews. his latest upload is titled “this coffee tastes like betrayal,” where he screams at a barista for giving him decaf.

he started a series called “timeline fails,” where he roasts historical events for being dumb (“who thought inventing crocs was a good idea? humanity peaked with fire.”).

once uploaded a tutorial called “how to fight yourself in another timeline” that ended with him accidentally punching diego because he got too into the demonstration. diego still hasn’t forgiven him.

his most infamous video is titled “ranking my siblings from least annoying to most annoying.” luther cried when he saw he was ranked #1 most annoying, while klaus celebrated being ranked #2 because he thought it meant five liked him more than luther (he doesn’t).

viktor: "silent but deadly (violin edition)"

viktor’s channel looks calm on the surface—just violin covers of sad songs—but every title is passive-aggressive chaos like “a song for when your family forgets you exist” or “ode to my emotionally unavailable dad.”

once uploaded an hour-long vlog called “my siblings are insane” that was just footage of everyone screaming at each other while viktor sat quietly in the corner drinking tea. fans call it cinema verité; viktor calls it tuesday.

his most viral video is titled “oops i destroyed the moon again,” which features dramatic slow-motion footage of explosions set to classical music while klaus yells in the background.

started uploading cryptic videos with titles like “revenge symphony no. 5” that are just close-ups of his violin strings while ominous music plays. fans are terrified but can’t stop watching.

reginald: "the monocle diaries"

reginald’s channel has fully embraced its accidental meme status. one video is titled “why my children are disappointments,” where he lists their flaws while sipping tea. fans turned it into a remix called #disappointingdadcore that went viral on tiktok.

tried to do an unboxing video for an ancient artifact but got mad halfway through because pogo forgot to bring scissors. and he couldn’t get the tripod working. ended up smashing the box open with his cane while yelling about incompetence.

once accidentally went live while arguing with pogo about bananas (“i told you they belong on the LEFT side of the pantry!”). fans still quote this as proof reginald has no chill.

somehow has 15 million subscribers because people can’t decide if he’s an evil genius or just really bad at being human (it’s both).

lila: "chaos gremlin energy"

lila doesn’t have her own channel—she just hacks into everyone else’s accounts to upload dumb pranks like replacing all of diego’s knife tutorials with footage of herself juggling bananas while yelling, “look at me! i’m number two now!”

once uploaded herself stealing all of luther’s sweaters and replacing them with crop tops labeled “moon boy chic.” luther cried when he found out but wore one anyway because he didn’t have anything else clean.

her most chaotic upload was titled “how many knives can i steal before diego notices?” which ended with diego chasing her around the house screaming while she yelled back, “you’ll never catch me alive!”

keeps threatening to start her own channel called "better than allison," but she gets bored halfway through filming every time and ends up eating snacks instead.