#it was like ten pm it was lame

[saddled-on-stars]

I would like to sincerely apologize to the people who were up last night waiting for my fic. I was running on 46 hours of being awake, with no caffeine, and I was just about losing it. I had started some of the fic, and then I woke up this morning, so I guess I fell asleep. Once again, I sincerely apologize that my choices of not sleeping affected my posting time, and I WILL get it posted before tonight! My advice: Sleep. Get the sleep before IT GETS YOU.

[ateezlovely]

Good luck kiss

pairing: choi san x reader (genderneutral)

genre: fluff + racer san

description: struggling from lack of sleep you end up going to the racetrack and meet a dark-haired boy with a lip piercing that captures your heart (1.8k words)

note: that gif of him makes me think of him as a street racer so i had to indulge in those thoughts ^-^

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Feeling yourself bump into someone else you turn to them and mumble a sorry as you continue hurrying down the hallway. Only having a passing thought about the boy with dark hair and lip piercing that you bumped into.

Waking up this morning was especially hard, you had not been able to fall asleep until five in the morning, and the class you were rushing to started at eight. It wasn’t unusual for you to be late to class or even miss class because of how badly you struggled with sleeping. You slow down and try to catch your breath as you approach the classroom, trying to not look like a mess.

Music appreciation was not your favorite class but it wasn’t the worse either. It really didn’t help that the eight am class was the only one available and usually you didn’t wake up before 11 am.

Luckily there was a minute until class started and a few other people walked in at the same time as you. Walking to the back of the classroom, just in case you fell asleep, you took one of the few seats left. As you are getting out what you need to take notes someone sits next to you but you don’t pay attention because the professor stands up to greet the class.

Only ten minutes into the lecture, you struggle to keep your eyes open and stay conscious so you lean against the desk laying your head on your folded arms. Drifting in and out of consciousness you only wake up when you hear the loud shuffling of everyone leaving. You feel confused for a moment before you start gathering your things and realize someone had opened your notebook and written notes of today's lecture. None of your friends are in this class and you’ve only talked to a handful of the other students, so you aren’t sure who wrote the notes for you. Deciding not to worry about it you head back to your place so you can get some sleep before your 1 pm class and your shift at work.

It was busy at the coffee shop you worked at even though it was Friday afternoon. You enjoyed working the busy afternoon shifts because it meant you didn’t have any time to stop moving and feel how tired you were. It was fun working with your coworker Wooyoung, he was energetic and always making you laugh. You also became close friends with him outside of work and shared some classes with him.

‘’So any fun plans this Friday night?’’ Wooyoung asked as the both of you were cleaning up the shop to close for the night.

‘’Well, I have a very comfy bed and homework waiting for me at home’’ you sigh and immediately Wooyoung starts booing at you.

‘’That’s so lame! It’s Friday night you should do something fun’’ he exclaims while tugging on your arm, ‘’Oh! You should come with me to see my friends.’’

“Oh…I don’t know’’ you wearily say walking out of the store and waiting for Wooyoung to lock the doors.

“I swear it will be fun, we are meeting at the racing tracks!’’

“The racing tracks? What do you do there?’’ you have heard of people talk about going to the racing tracks on the weekends but never were intrigued to go. It wasn’t any official racing but it wasn’t illegal.

‘’My friends compete in the racing, we just hang around having fun’’ Wooyoung hooks his arm with yours and you walk with him to his car thinking that it might not be a bad idea to go. Since you aren't able to sleep early, staying out late won't be a problem.

‘’I won’t be intruding or anything? I haven’t met any of your friends before’’

‘’Don’t worry about it, it isn’t some closed thing’’ he assured you and you nodded getting into his car. Although you didn’t have trouble making friends or talking to people you didn’t know, you found yourself feeling nervous. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or because it wasn’t a familiar setting.

The racetrack was not what you had imagined. It was a normal-sized racetrack with barriers along the outside of the track but that was it. There were four cars on the actual track and many other cars in the parking lot. As soon as Wooyoung parked his car he hopped out and started shouting and laughing at his friends. You got out and followed him to where a group of people was standing near the starting line on the track.

You stood near the group of people whom you assumed were all of Wooyoungs friends because you heard familiar names that you remember Wooyoung saying before.

‘’Hey Wooyoung, who did you bring with you?’’ the tall man with yellow and red hair asked, suddenly bringing all the attention to you.

‘’This is my coworker and friend y/n, this is their first time here!’’

Shyly you wave and introduce yourself and Wooyoung giggles at how shy you are acting. He starts to tease you a bit and you roll your eyes before joining the conversation. One of the boys, you think his name is Yunho, asks if you want a drink and you nod eagerly.

Taking a few sips and standing facing the barrier you look at the cars on the track that seem to be getting ready to start the race. It is loud with everyone talking and revving of the engines.

While you were wondering how safe this was, a voice next to you startles you out of your thoughts, ‘’Do you enjoy watching racing?’’

Looking over at the person talking to you, it’s a boy with dark hair and lip piercing you say ‘’Huh? Oh, well this is my first time watching actually…’’

‘’Really?’’ he seem surprised for a moment before smirking, ‘’I guess that makes sense cause I definitely would have remembered seeing someone so pretty like you before’’

You look away for a second but look back at him and lick your lips. He is leaning against the barrier with his body facing you.

‘’I bet you say that to all the new pretty people that come here,’’ you tease with a smile.

A small playful gasps leave his pouty lips, ‘’What do you take me for? Some creepy guy that flirts with everyone?’’

This makes you laugh out loud, ‘’Well I don’t know you at all so maybe you are’’

‘’I promise I am not some creepy guy that hits on everyone, I only hit on the really pretty people that catch my eye’’ he says staring into your eyes that make you feel like you have met him before.

‘’Hmm��well I can’t be sure of anything yet,’’ and then you realize something, ‘’I mean I don’t even know your name.’’

‘’It’s San, and yours is y/n’’ he smiles and you are shocked for a moment, not knowing that he knew your name.

‘’You know my name?’’

‘’I do…hurts me that you didn’t know mine though.’’ He pouts again and you look at his soft pouting lips wanting to feel his lip piercing against your lips.

‘’C’mon that isn’t my fault’’ you whine a bit and you feel slightly bad that you didn’t know who he was. But this makes San giggle and you can’t help but look at his side profile as he laughs, thinking that his smile makes him look pretty.

‘’So how do you know my name?’’ you ask nudging his arm.

‘’Well actually…’’ suddenly San looks bashful and he bites his bottom lip, ‘’I saw you today in class, I sat next to you while you slept and took notes for you. Your name was written in your notebook’’

‘’Really? I was wondering who did that!’’ you exclaim with wide eyes.

‘’Mhm I did that, you looked really peaceful sleeping so I took notes for you’’ San shrugged as if it was no big deal. You smiled at him and thought that even though he looked like a tough guy on the outside, he was really sweet.

''Thank you for doing that...maybe I should probably stop sleeping in class''

''Besides the drool, I thought you looked pretty sleeping but you should try to get better sleep'' San teased and you blushed.

''Hey! I didn't drool!'' you whined lightly hitting his arm, ''I have trouble sleeping so I can't help but fall asleep in class sometimes''

''Well if you ever need someone to help you sleep, you can call me'' he winked and you smiled laughing at him.

The cars on the track all started up and everyone started to yell and cheer, the race was starting now. Two of the guys on the track came up to San and started talking to him about something you couldn’t hear.

You started to wonder the reason why San came to the racetrack when he hopped over the barrier and turned to you saying, ‘’It’s my time to shine now, will you wait for me after the race is over?’’

‘’Maybe I will wait if you win the race’’ you reply teasing him, except San takes this seriously.

‘’I will win just for you sweetheart’’ he winks and starts to walk backward away from you but stops to ask, ‘’will you give me a good luck kiss?’’

A blush blooms on your cheeks and your heart starts to beat fast, ‘’how about I give you a kiss if you win’’

‘’Oh baby, there's no if, I’m going to win!’’

Watching as San gets into his car you feel as though your heart is going to leap out of your chest. Wooyoung comes next to you and teases you that he watched and heard everything that happened between you and San. The redness of your cheeks deepens and you shove Wooyoung telling him to be quiet. You barely acknowledge Wooyoungs teasing as the race starts and the four cars take off going fast on the track.

‘’Hm…that does seem fair’’ and as soon as you say that San leans over the barrier, your faces so close you can smell his cologne and see how pretty the color of his eyes are. There is a soft smile on his lips as he brings one hand to the side of your face and closes the distance between you two.

His lips are softer than you imagined and his lip piercing briefly feels cold against your mouth. You can’t help but sigh out of bliss into his mouth and San smiles against your mouth.

He pulls away softly and whispers a ‘’pretty,’’ before he hops over the barrier again so he can pull you even closer and tell you how he is going to kiss you forever and never going to let you go.

[niceascot]

Closed starter for: @jeepersdcph Location: Daphne's apartment, 7:15 PM

Ever since Fred and Daphne finally admitted their undying love for each other he had been on cloud nine. He was happier than ever, knowing she felt the same way he had all these years. Daphne seemed to be the only thing on his mind lately. If they weren't together they were texting each other. Fred hadn't felt like this in a long time, nor had he ever felt this much love for someone so strongly. Fred was going to treat her right though, he promised himself that. Daphne deserved the world and he was going to give it to her. With as quickly as she was responding to his texts he figured she couldn't be too busy. At one point he finally texts, if you're not doing anything tonight be ready by 7. Wear something nice. :) Fred suddenly got butterflies in his stomach as he had impulsively made a plan in his head and went with it. He should take her on a proper date, she deserved that much. The only problem was Fred thought it was a lot earlier until he looked at the time and realized it was already five-thirty. That meant he hadn't really given Daph much notice either and she tended to run fashionably late at times. Fred couldn't blame her though because he wasn't the best at being on time either. Fred jumped out of his bed he had been laying in and bolted for the shower and got ready as fast as he could. He dried his hair, picked out his cologne, and was almost ready when he couldn't find the shirt he wanted. He had the right pants and shoes but there was a specific shirt he knew he wanted to wear. Digging through his closet he went shirt by shirt until he finally gave up and opted for a white button up. It felt...plain and he needed a touch of color so when looking through his drawer of ascots, an essential for a good outfit, he came across a purple one and smiled, knowing it was Daph's favorite color. That would work. He glanced at the time on his phone and saw it was quarter to seven. It took at least ten minutes to get to her place from his and he still needed to make a stop to get flowers. He grabbed his denim jacket, threw it on, and bolted out the door after grabbing his things. After a quick stop at a flower shop he was soon at her door. Seven-fifteen wasn't too bad, right?

With a bouquet of purple hydrangeas and white roses in hand he knocked on her door, thinking it would be really lame to just text her that he was here. When she opened he smiled at her and took in the sight that was her. "Hi," he greeted. "Uh, sorry I'm late and the short notice. I didn't really realize how late it already was and I wanted to stop and get you these." He holds out the flowers for her to accept, hoping she likes them and praying he didn't forget about any allergies she had. "I got purple ones because that's your favorite color." That he knew for certain. He knew so much about her and that's apart of the reason he feels so close to her. Fred had always been open with Daphne, there wasn't anything she couldn't possibly not know about Fred. "I thought we could go to dinner. Or if that's, like, not your vibe we can totally do something else. I did make a reservation though. I just...wanted to take you out somewhere nice. I don't really care what we do as long as I'm with you." He sweetly smiled at her and knew he was rambling at this point. "I mean, whatever you want and whenever you're ready I'm down for anything." Fred glances down at her lips, wanting to kiss them again and felt a longing as if it had been ages since he'd kissed her. "Before anything though..." he trailed off before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips for a few moments. "I just wanted to do that first."

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS - Chapter 12 - Part 1

BOOK ONE: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Noah Wright

A loud stomp like noise came from a few tables down causing a lot of people to cease their chatter.

I looked up and spotted Mason Harris 'the guy in mine and Sam's Social Studies class' standing up on one of the lunch tables.

Mason and Zach Price 'who I realized Haven was sitting by that day' were best friends and the biggest tool bags around.

All I knew about Mason was that he was a spoiled rich kid and dumb as hell.

'This should be good,' I though sarcastically.

"Yoh," Mason yelled and the entire cafeteria quieted down and focused on him.

"Party at my homie, Zach's house this Saturday night. Ten P.M."

I rolled my eyes.

Mason looked down at a girl sitting at a table across from his.

"And you better be there," he told her with a wink before refocusing on everyone.

The girl, who I think was also in my social Studies class, blushed and looked down shyly.

"Upperclassmen only. Don't even think about bringing a Freshy or Sophomore," he warned us.

Three teachers stepped out of the teachers lounge and motioned for Mason to get off the tables.

Once he did, he was escorted out.

Definitely got a Saturday detention that he definitely skipped.

The rest of the cafeteria turned back to their food, as did we.

"You guys gonna go?" Sam asked.

"To Zach's lame ass party where there's going to be slutty, drunk people and free beer? Who do you think I am?" Carter asked jokingly.

"Fuck yeah, I'm gonna go."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes again.

"We'll probably go," Jason said, referring to him and Emily.

"Yeah," Emily agreed, taking a bite of her sandwich.

Sam's green eyes landed on me, he raised his eyebrow in a questioning manner.

I groaned.

"A party? Eh, I don't know."

"Come on," Sam begged.

"It'll be fun."

"I doubt it," I muttered but said...

"Fine, I guess I'll go."

The rest of the day was uneventful besides having Social Studies with Sam last period.

Which surprisingly he didn't bring up last night.

When I got home, I frowned seeing my dad passed out on the couch.

That was better than his drunk ass awake and screaming at me for something I didn't do.

I went to my bedroom and not caring about my homework, I decided to text Kaitlyn.

To: Kaitlyn Jefferson

[Do you wanna go to Zach's party with me on Saturday? All of us are going.]

From: Noah Wright [Today 3:17 PM]

To: Noah Wright

[Definitely. You can come over in an hour by the way. I'll be done with practice by then.]

From: Kaitlyn Jefferson [Today 3:18 PM]

To: Kaitlyn Jefferson

[Sounds good.]

From: Noah Wright [Today 3:19 PM]

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"And then she found out he's been sleeping with Amber. Can you believe that? I felt so bad for her, I can't believe Amber would do that to her best friend. Actually, I can, Amber's a slut. She's practically slept with half the basketball team already. I wouldn't be surprised if she got knocked up."

Kaitlyn had been going on about Carly, a girl in our grade and how her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend, Amber, for at least ten minutes.

I loved her but Kaitlyn could be a real motor mouth when she heard any type of gossip rather it was worthy of sharing or not.

Kaitlyn and I were down in her basement snuggled up on a couch.

Her parents weren't home and she didn't have any siblings, so it was just the two of us.

"Same," I agreed but I wasn't really paying attention, which I think she just realized.

She glanced up at me.

"Sorry, I'm doing it again, blabbering on about people at school."

She leant up to where her face was just inches from mine.

"Maybe it's about time I stop talking," she whispered, leaning in to kiss me.

Finally.

Our lips came in contact no more than a second later.

I cupped her face with one hand as the other slid down her hourglass body all the way to her ass.

That was basically Kaitlyn and my relationship, we didn't talk or see each other much during the day but at night, it almost always ended in sex.

Not that I was complaining.

Though I didn't get what the hype was all about.

In movies and books and even couples in real life, they always talked about the 'sparks' you feel when you're with that certain someone or the 'butterflies in your stomach' feeling.

I just... don't have that.

I didn't think I would ever have those feelings but I thought the constant enmity within me was too overpowering to feel any other emotion.

'I was so fucking wrong but I didn't realize how wrong I was until later.'

I did love Kaitlyn though and I definitely loved having sex.

Again, I just didn't know why I felt no 'fluttery' feelings with her.

I just thought I was different.

Or maybe it was just people being dramatic about the butterfly feeling.

I shifted to give her better access to the hem of my shirt and she lifted it up, over my head and threw it on the floor.

My girlfriend pulled back to analyze every detail of the upper half of my body, before pulling off her own shirt, revealing her dark red, laced bra.

She leaned back down, bringing me with her to kiss me again.

I lifted my body up some so she could unzip my jeans.

Her hand slid in my pants and began rubbing me.

[fnaf-girls-world]

so it’s been awhile, i have a short attention span and i do ten million other things before even thinking about writing on this again. school started last week and i found all my classes pretty easily. i know all the classes now and i enjoy most of them, my current fav is psychology. It’s just so interesting, yk? I never thought that i’d really like it but i found out that do enjoy it. I was supposed to get art though i had no choice so i chose psychology, not that angry about it tho. I’ve seen a bunch of cute boys but there is really no attractive girls. Every girl is a copy and paste of another girl and those girls specifically follow one style that i don’t find attractive. It’s the either the white girls who wear the tiniest of the tiniest outfits ever or the latinas who all currently look the same. Since that’s the style I don’t particularly like and find cute i’m not gonna wear it ofc. But that’s the only style anybody wants in a girl these days. Meaning nobody wants me and they probably think i’m lame and unattractive for trying not to be like every girl. I didn’t know that I would have such a need to be accepted into the world. I’ve recently been stable with myself and i’m not super insecure, so i thought going into high school i wasn’t gonna want that acceptance and i would just move in without having to worry about what people think. But oh boy was i wrong. Nobody really cares in high school and i can already see a change in boys behavior. Boys taking sexual assault seriously, not constantly laughing and making fun of everything in class. Girls haven’t changed, but girls were always more mature then boys but now the boys are changing too. Well I have something very new to talk about so I’m gonna write another one after posting this, so check it out pls.

(9/4/23, 12:49 pm)

[sunnflowyyr]

thank you so much for the tag @fluvery !!! 🖤

sorry i’m lame for poofing the other parts of the thread out, the scrolling was overwhelming me 😞

rules : ten folks i wanna get to know better !!

↳ ngl, i’m weird about tagging people (i’m fine with getting tagged but it makes me nervous to tag others) so i’m calling out all the beautiful people reading this to ✨participate ✨ (aka you, reading this right now)

Relationship Status

↳ single, but better off so ‘cause i won’t find anyone in my city who is capable of dating an asexual 🤠 maybe one day 🫠

Favorite color!

↳ i love reds, but i really adore all colors !!!

Three favorite foods !!

↳ lasagna (i am also called garfield for this particular reason), anything with chicken in it (yummy chicken), & pizza !!!

Song stuck in my head!

↳ why do i by set it off ft. hatsune miku because THE SONG IS INCREDIBLE UR HONOR

Last song I listened to!

↳ when she loved me by lyn lapid (this version hits me hard) on spotify, then on apple music, where my favorite anime/game osts reside, is Trisha’s Lullaby from FMAB (osts make me cry and also inspires me)

Last thing I googled!

↳ history of thanksgiving (I CLICKED THE GOOGLE THING ON ACCIDENT SMFH)

Time !!!!

↳ 10:10 PM !!!

Dream trip!!!

↳ paris 🥹

Anything I want right now!!

↳ my mf crush to like me back, confidence, inspiration to create, to afford a lifestyle change 😭

Get to Know Me

tagged by @certified-anakinfucker

Rules:  Tag (10) people who you want to get to know better.

Relationship Status: single as a pringle

Favorite Color: cyan

Three Favorite Foods: popcorn, steak, and pasta carbonara

Song Stuck in my Head:About Damn Time by Lizzo

Last Song I Listened To: Only Girl in the World by Rihanna

Last Thing I Googled: “anakin skywalker age in a new hope” LOL

Time: 5:33 as I'm typing!

Dream trip: 1 month in Italy

Anything I Really Want Right Now: a relationship (see previous I am single as a pringle comment) and to lose like 50 pounds

no pressure tags: @galacticgraffiti @thebitchformerlyknownaskenobi @twistedstitcher27 @witchklng @fett-djarin @sleepingsun501 @thefact0rygirl @gotomarvelgal @sageislostinspring @moonstrider9904

[vahanians]

for the ask meme!

c a s t i e l

I LOVE YOU 🫡

c: its 3:06 pm

a: im 24 oh god

s: i was singing hi high under my breath to try to calm myself down at work 20 mins ago 🤣

t: i woke up at like 7:50 this morning, ten mins before my alarm :/

i: im not in love w anyone atm :/ kinda lame imo

e: my sister!!! we’re like bffs i love it sm

l: the last time i cried was on my lunch break today 💀

[hypaalicious]

AAAAAAA YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED CONGRATSSSSS!!!! I’m so glad to see you on again as well. I kinda got worried something bad happened to you. 😅

Thank you! I can’t believe it still myself; my bf suprised me when I came home from work with an “early birthday present” last month and when I turned around he was on one knee.

Think I forgot how to speak for a good few minutes, lol!

But yeah, nothing bad happened to me, but thanks for being concerned! I just fell out of the habit of logging into Tumblr all the time. First I just didn’t wanna be spoiled on KH3, then I just got lazy and didn’t have a reason to deal with Tumblr’s silly new guidelines. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Combine that with the fact that I believe my only real use was writing, and I wasn’t doing that for a long time. So I didn’t think it mattered if I logged in lol.

But, to many people’s chagrin, I’m back for the time being and plugging up y’all feeds with asks and shitposts. Just like the old times, huh?

[zazima]

“where are you going?”

Harry freezes, his hand resting on the door knob of the front door. He slowly turns to see Sirius standing at the bottom of the staircase, one eyebrow raised. Harry clears his throat.

 “I dunno… out?”

 Sirius gives him a wry smile. “I can see that, given you’re halfway out the house. But do you mind letting me know where exactly you’re heading out to at 9 pm on a Tuesday?”

 Harry looks down at his worn sneakers, his mind traveling approximately six thousand miles per hour. “I dunno,” he repeats. “Just out.” His face grows hot as he takes in his own lame response. “I wasn’t aware I had a bedtime. I’m fifteen.”

 Sirius tilts his head at the remark. “Touche, you don’t.” He descends the last few stairs and strides over to where Harry is standing, one hand still on the knob. Harry’s remain fixed to the floor, anticipating some sort of scolding. “But I’d appreciate knowing where you’re going. And when you might head back. Just so I’m not going spare with worry and wondering if you’ve been kidnapped or whatnot. Or wondering if you’ve run away.”

 Harry’s head snaps up. Sirius smiles at the surprise openly blooming across his face. “C’mon, mate,” he says, ruffling Harry’s hair. “Let’s head to the kitchen. Have a bit of a chat before you head out.” He moves towards the kitchen. Harry follows him after a beat.

 Sirius pours them both glasses of water. “Now,” he says as he settles into his chair. “You clearly weren’t running away, as you didn’t have any of your belongings with you. Or maybe you are and are a bit of a poor planner. So do you mind helping your dear old godfather out with your plans for tonight?”

 Harry traces the rim of his glass with his index finger. “I dun-,”

 “If you say that you don’t know, then we might be here for awhile,” Sirius interrupts, taking a sip of water. Harry lets out an audible sigh.

 “But I really don’t know. I was just gonna walk around a bit. I wasn’t running away, I swear.”

 “That’s good to hear at least,” Sirius lets out a mock sigh of relief. “Good to know I’m not mucking up this parenting thing.”

 Harry’s head shoots up. “No of course not!”

 Sirius gives him a small smile. “If you ever need to take a walk, Harry, that’s more than okay. I know this house can be suffocating. I’d just like a head’s up before you do, if you don’t mind. Like I said, I don’t love going mad with worry that you might have been abducted.”

 “But I’ve never had to do that before,” Harry blurts out before he can stop himself. Sirius looks unfazed at the outburst.

“I figured,” Sirius acknowledges. He puts his hand over Harry’s wrist. “Your aunt and uncle probably didn’t care where you headed off to, whether in Surrey or while at Hogwarts, right? As long as you didn’t draw attention to yourself and completed all your chores, right?”

Harry can only nod, feeling only the strange sense of shame that always floods his entire body whenever Sirius brings up his time at Privet Drive.

“However,” Sirius continues. “I care, alright? I don’t want you to get hurt. Ever. Especially not when you’re under my care, where you’re supposed to be safe. So it’s nice for me to know where you are. But I also want you to maintain your independence. So just let me know where you’ve headed out to and when you plan on coming back, okay? I probably won’t have any issues, unless I need you to do something. Does that sound good to you?”

Harry thinks for a moment, slighting weighing the pros and cons. “Yes,” he finally says.

Sirius gives his wrist a slight squeeze. “Thank you. And whenever you do go for a stroll, just keep your wand on you, please. Never know when an admirer of Voldemort’s might decide to try and incite a new revolution.”

Harry nods more vigorously at the new request. “I can do that.”

“Good lad,” Sirius says. He gets up from the table. “Get on with your stroll. Be back around ten, please, yeah? We’ve got to get up early to meet with Remus.” He waits for Harry to agree before starting toward the living room. He stops before he reaches the door and turns around. Harry is still sitting at the table, finger still tracing the glass. “Just so you know,” Sirius breaks the silence. Harry turns his head to look at him. “Worrying comes with having you. Package deal with being a family. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” He winks at Harry. “Enjoy your walk.”

[talesofcrypt]

WEATHERS, GALE:

“Oh god,” she grimaces. “If I’m expected to call you Dewey, then please call me Gale.” Ms. Weathers just sounded too formal. Plus, it aged her up more than she would’ve liked.

At his teasing quip about her reporting him for the stolen flowers, Gale smirks. She can’t say she hasn’t thought about it, or how fun it would be to slip into the roleplay of him as the Sheriff and her, as the concerned citizen reporting a serial thief. Best part is? He actually has the uniform to make it look and feel convincing. It’s a shame he didn’t wear it tonight. Gale would’ve had a blast peeling him out of it.

“Now, Dewey,” she makes sure to use his real name this time. “It’s only our first date. Naturally, you should save any dirty talk for our third.” A mischievous grin tugs at the corners of her lips. “The Eastside Executioner?” It’s even worse than it sounds. But, it’s not surprising that it’s coming from her competition. “If I were the killer, I would be appalled at that nickname. Sounds like a kindergartner came up with it.” Which is what Sean O'Malley was. Gale dated him a few months ago, before it ended badly. He was jealous over her success and wanted to tear her down now, any chance he got. She should’ve seen the warning signs earlier on in their relationship. It was a recipe for disaster the moment they first kissed.

She hoped the same fate could not be said for her and Dewey though. Who was ten times hotter than Sean. He had an edge about him, underneath that southerner charm that exuded hospitality and respect. Gale was determined to corrupt Dewey, to see just how far outside of the law he ventures in the name of the job. What lengths would he go to, to make sure their city is safe? Are they the same as hers?

“I’ve never been to Rosie’s but, I’m looking forward to you taking my virginity.” It was a joke as she wondered how this night between them would go. As they drove, she read the text from Isadora and responded.

Gale Weathers, [8:12 PM]: Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Those pictures last on the internet FOREVER. And soon. I’ll email you all the details.

“The bomb?” His choice of words made her chuckle. It revealed their age. The kids nowadays, used the term bussin’ when describing delicious food and Gale absolutely hated it. It sounded so idiotic and ridiculous. “You are so cute. Has anyone ever told you that?” Not to mention, fire truck hot. Gale almost preferred to eat Dewey up over whatever dish was waiting for them at Rosie’s.

Shortly after they pulled up to the restaurant, Gale let Dewey get her door and lead her into their reserved booth at the fancy, italian eatery on West and Main. The dim lighting and dark ambiance made for a gothicly romantic setting. So, tell me Dewey. What are your thoughts on what’s been happening? Do you feel like we’re under attack or is this just another lame copycat that will slip up and prove even more anti-climatic than the last?“ She genuinely wanted to hear his thoughts on the murders as she took a sip of her wine, over the candelight burning between them.

...

If she keeps flirting, Dewey won’t be able to drive them anywhere. His stomach was swarming with butterflies and his hands were sweaty on the steering wheel. It wasn’t every day you meet your celebrity crush in person and for them not to be an arrogant diva. To be fair, she was fairly arrogant, but in a way that was charming, not off-putting. There was something about an impulsive, head-strong, career-driven woman with an extremely witty sense of humor that sends him over the edge. Growing up, he had to struggle tooth and nail to get where he is, and he can see that same fight in the raven-haired reporter. It was admirable and something he hopes will eventually find Tatum, who could really use a big sister role model in her life. Their mother failed them and there was only so much she could learn from her older brother who doesn’t understand women at all. She had Sidney, but with all her trauma, the only thing Tatum was going to learn from her is how to shut down, not fight through. 

“Cute?” Dewey looks at her with that boyish smile that’s been on his face since she opened her door. “It’s just the suit and tie that’s throwing you off. I can be rugged. I once took down an entire drug operation on my own. Kicked the door down, went in gun drawn. You would have loved it.” He was only half-joking. There was a drug bust, but his informant Dante Travers set the whole thing up to be easy-peasy. They were unprepared for the ambush and thanks to Travers, no one’s guns were loaded. Dewey owed him big for that one and has yet to return the favor in full. 

“And what happened to no dirty talk until the third date?” He says teasingly in regards to him taking her ‘virginity’ at Rosie’s. The restaurant was as beautiful as his parents described it to be. It looked like it was designed by Disney for a prince and princess. On one side of the room was the bar and on the other side was the dining room. Dewey made it his business to slide Gale’s chair out for her before pushing her in. 

“Those are good questions. I don’t have all the answers, but what we know so far is it’s not an isolated incident. We found a male in his early twenties behind the dumpster at Davey’s Diner. He was stabbed sixteen times. He was a student at East Mount University which is an important piece of information considering two weeks later the dean of admissions was murdered. He was found in his office, throat slit and his —” Maybe he was going into too much detail over dinner. “Well, you don’t need all the gory details. The point is, this seems personal. If not personal, then we’re dealing with someone who’s insane and sadistic, someone who enjoys a bloodbath. I mean, you’ve been studying this case? To be honest, I’m interested in what you might think? Does this feel familiar? The patterns. Is this the East Side Executioner or is Ghostface back. That’s the million dollar question. Maybe we can work on answering it together.” 

[stevewhoreington]

harringrove week, day 6 - confessions

[nsfw/smut]

blue light

The mall burns and Billy should be dead but he isn't. The monster has been cast out of him. That's one demon down, at least. It doesn't matter that there are more to fight, because Harrington takes him in anyway. As it turns out, for a couple of guys with shining egos, neither of them having any fucking friends. Or. Okay. Harrington has that ice-cream-slinger-turned-movie-renter chick, and he also has Henderson but the kid still goes to bed before ten pm, so. That doesn't really count.

They hang out. It's awkward, to begin with, because there's an unspoken apology lodged in Billy's throat and probably a strange sense of surrender sitting over Harrington's shoulders, but. They drink beer and they smoke weed and they laugh about stupid shit and it makes them feel normal; makes them feel less like prey to the unimaginable things that live beneath the impossible depths of this sleepy town.

It gets easier as every new month passes. Summer is behind them and Billy's always loved the sun and the long evenings and the sticky heat, but he's glad to step into fall, and even happier to dive into winter. The white landscape is new to him, as is the constant edge of cold, and he frequently dips into Max's bedroom to steal her tube of lip balm because, as it turns out, Billy isn't durable in the face of Indiana's icy winds. He doesn't love summer anymore, but he's still made of golden sand.

Harrington's house is warm and every window is lit, bathed in orange glow, and Billy will never point it out - just as Harrington will never point out the way that Billy flinches, sometimes, when they're watching movies with monsters that creep like shadows. Monsters that have too many legs.

They draw the curtains. Harrington slips the video into the VCR while Billy, more at home than the place he has just come from, grabs a couple of beers from the fridge. It's becoming a familiar routine. It's becoming their thing. Billy's the first to flop down onto the couch, sinking into his preferred corner, cold cans of beer forming a small mountain in his lap.

Harrington unburdens him; takes the drinks and lines them up on the coffee table in front of them, before he sinks into his own corner, the space between them the width of an empty seat.

"What masterpiece you got for us tonight, Harrington?"

"Slumber Party Massacre." Harrington tosses a smirk over to Billy. Billy catches it in both hands and holds on tight.

"Christ," he groans. "Another fucking horror movie?"

"Sorry," Harrington shrugs. "Romance next time?"

"Screw you, Harrington."

"Steve." Harrington stretches over to the coffee table and snags two of the beers. Deposits one in Billy's lap as he says, "It's just Steve."

It's not a big deal. It's not. But still. Billy watches Harrington curiously, a single eyebrow arched in silent questioning.

Harrington scoffs. "Y'know, first names? They're what people generally go by. Unless they're assholes."

"Exactly," Billy shoots. "You're an asshole."

Harrington smiles sweetly, before he cocks his head, narrowing his eyes at Billy's mouth. "Nice lip balm."

"Screw. You." Billy twists the top of the can and it opens with a hiss. Brings it to his mouth, just so he can hide his smile.

The movie starts. They drink their beer and grab a second. It's a horror movie, but it's one without monsters of the supernatural kind - of the Hawkins kind - and it's relief enough to keep Billy's spirits up; to have him cracking jokes and making comments every other minute, just so he can watch the way that Harrington's - Steve's - mouth tugs up.

Billy talks about the girls on the screen. Pretty faces, big tits. Hardly any clothes. The main reason lame-o movies like these have an audience. They're tipsy enough that conversation comes easily. There are no lulls of quiet. Billy's mouth is sharp, and Steve's is fast. He asks Billy which girl he likes best. Billy's fingers flex around his beer and, after a beat, he says: the one with the biggest tits.

They're a little tipsy and they're a little horny.

Or.

Steve's a little horny, gaping every time soft, delicate flesh is shown, and that - that look on Steve's face - is what works Billy up.

He can't help it. He has never been able to help it. Billy throws himself into the moment, seeing it as some kind of opportunity. He says, "If only we had chicks like that in Hawkins, huh?"

"Right," Steve agrees on a breath of laughter.

"Bet you could get whichever you wanted. Probably all of 'em."

Steve turns to look at Billy, reluctant to drag his eyes away from girls in sheer nightgowns and silk shorts. He shoots Billy a look, but he's half-smiling, like he can't quite tell whether Billy's giving him shit or not. Like Billy's using some tone that he isn't familiar with. Like he might actually mean what he's saying. "Fuck off."

"Seriously," Billy says, and he's burning up, chasing the thrill of directing Steve's thoughts. "Can you imagine that, man? Having all of 'em. At the same fucking time."

Steve blows out a breath. He's thinking about it; putting Billy's words together and making a pretty picture out of them. "Jesus."

Billy agrees with a low m-hmm, and then he's shifting closer, peeling himself out of the corner of the couch. Knows that it's all wrong and it's a bad idea, but he dims the warning lights with a long pull of his beer, sense and reason growing distant; unimportant.

"Just think about it, Steve," he says, the name an unfamiliar sensation on his tongue. "Those girls all over you. Wanting your attention."

There's hardly any space between them now. Billy has shuffled himself into the centre seat of the couch, and he's close enough to actually feel Steve's reaction. To feel the hitch of his breath; the heat in his face. Steve's eyes are glued to the TV and Billy's eyes are glued to Steve, and it's the best moment, it's now or never, and Billy just. Reaches out slowly, brings his palm to Steve's thigh.

Steve freezes beneath his touch.

Billy's swift. Says, "It's okay." He's smirking, like he's amused by something - keeping this whole thing light and casual. Inside, Billy's heart is kicking. "Someone's excited, huh?"

Even in the dark, the hard, risen shape at the front of Steve's jeans is impossible to miss. Billy's eyes shift from Steve's face and land there.

"Christ, Billy," Steve complains, already getting defensive; already mortified.

"Listen," Billy quickly interjects. "Can I tell you something?"

"What?" Steve asks, and he's sounding confused. Sounding lost.

"Me and a friend, back in California," Billy goes on, and he starts to move his hand. Lets it slide nearer to the inside of Steve's thigh. "We got like this sometimes. Watched movies that had babes in 'em, drank a bit." He's terrified, but his voice is steady enough. "We used to help each other out."

Steve laughs. It isn't loud; it's a low, quiet thing, and it's still confused. "What?"

"Yeah," Billy says. "Got a bit drunk. Bit in the mood. Just helped each other out." His hand trails up, and up further, until his fingers are nudging against Steve's cock. It's stiff, and it's trapped. "Not a big deal. Harmless."

"Billy."

"It's cool," Billy stresses. "Lemme just -"

He wraps his fingers around the solid, hot curve of Steve's cock. It's straining to get out of his jeans. Steve gasps a pretty sound and Billy fucking melts, because he's a disaster; because he's dumb.

"Not a big deal," Billy repeats. "Keep watching the movie, man."

Steve doesn't say anything. Billy's in two minds about continuing until Steve sinks back into the couch and spreads his thighs, and. That's enough of a yes for Billy. It's better than.

He doesn't hang around, just in case Steve changes his mind, and his fingers shift to work Steve's button open, tugging on the zip until there's enough give for Billy to slip his hand beneath his jeans, and then his underwear.

Steve groans and it starts a fire in Billy's belly.

He has to work fast, under the impression that things might shift and change in the next second; that Steve might come to his senses and shove Billy away. Never want to see him again.

Billy's hand is dry. Every stroke is friction, but Steve doesn't seem to mind. With every tug on his cock, Billy tugs a sound out of Steve and he stores them in one corner of his brain, saves them for later.

The movie's still playing, and Steve's eyes are still fixed to the screen, and he's probably thinking about some soft-handed girl, pretty enough to be in front of cameras, and that's fine. It doesn't matter to Billy, because he has his hand around Steve's cock and it's Billy who's bringing those noises out of him, whether Steve likes it or not.

And, maybe Billy's crossing a line when he shifts and drops to his knees, fixing himself on the floor in the gap between Steve's legs and the coffee table. Maybe he is, but. Steve looks down at him once, and then quickly looks away again. Doesn't say a word. Doesn't tell him to stop, and doesn't ask what he's doing.

Billy nudges Steve's cock free and then, with a volume to rival that of the TV, spits into his hand. He brings his damp palm back to Steve's dick, mixing his saliva with the pre that's collecting at Steve's tip. His hand glides more easily, and then he's jerking him off with speed, tucked between Steve's thighs, knees aching where they press into the floor.

Steve's watching the movie, eyes heavy and half-lidded, and it gives Billy the freedom to stare up at him; to watch how Steve's eyelashes flutter. To watch Steve's face change when Billy slows his hand right down, squeezing firmly.

"Fuck," Steve moans. Moans.

Billy's own cock gives a kick in his jeans, begging for attention, but he could do this all night. Could just play with Steve and watch him. Make him come, and then start all over again.

In the background, the movie gets louder. The music grows suspenseful and reaches a blaring crescendo before one of the hot chicks are screaming at the top of their lungs.

Steve groans, but it isn't a good groan. It's something disgruntled and put out, and then he's feeling around his seat for the remote control. Once he finds it, Steve knocks the volume right down. Mutes the goddamn movie, room filling with silence. Billy's heart jumps up into his throat. That little move from Steve has Billy contemplating something even more stupid. Something dangerous.

He has scars on his body, put there by the monster that he still sees in his dreams, but this is bigger. Scarier. Billy's frightened when he shuffles closer on his knees, bows his head and drops a damp kiss to the head of Steve's cock.

He's afraid of how Steve will respond. Afraid that he'll tell everybody. That it'll get back to Neil and he'll die, instead, by the hands of the one monster that he can't shake. Afraid, most of all, that Steve will never invite him inside again.

"Billy," Steve breathes.

Billy pauses, mouth still touching Steve's cock. He waits, stomach flipping violently, but then fingers are stroking through his hair and Billy sighs against Steve's cock, closes his eyes and just. Takes a second.

Only a second, and then Billy's wrapping his lips around Steve's cock and sucking.

Steve pets Billy's hair with a softness that brings tears to his eyes. He fights to keep them from spilling. Still, he supposes, if Steve catches on, it can easily be explained away. Steve's dick is big, and Billy's mouth is open wide. Tears would prick at his eyes sooner or later, anyway.

He builds a rhythm, head bobbing between Steve's thighs, and Steve's fingers, all the while, stay tucked in Billy's curls. Above him, Steve is growing breathless, hips hitching like he can't keep still, and in an unforeseen move, Steve's grabbing the remote control again and switching off the VCR.

It puts an end to the movie, but the TV is still on, displaying a blue screen and lighting up the room. Lighting up Steve, Billy notices, eyes tipping up to look, and -

It's just.

Steve's looking back.

Their gazes meet, and Steve smiles down at him, soft around the edges. Billy's mouth is full, but his eyes, glittering in the electric-blue light of the room, smile for him.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Tory Britain is crashing and burning

After 43 years of Tory policies (including the 12 years of Tory-lite Blairism), Margaret Thatcher has been vindicated — there truly no longer is “any such thing as a society.” As Thatcher predicted, “there are individual [ultra-rich] men and women, and their families [whom they pass vast inheritances on to].”

To get a sense of just how truly fucked the UK is, start with Charlie Stross’s dissection of the omnishambles (“omnishambles” is a Made-in-Britain forerunner to “polycrisis”):

https://www.antipope.org/charlie/blog-static/2022/08/the-gathering-crisis.html

In the midst of Europe’s worst drought in 500 years, the UK is particularly hard-hit, with staple crops (carrots, potatoes, onions) facing failure — potato yields are down 50% (!).

Inflation is out of control. If you believe the Citibank estimate, it’ll hit 18.6% by January. If you want a rosier outlook, follow the Bank of England, who say it’ll be a mere 13%.

This has driven the pound to a ten-year low against the US dollar, which is driving up import prices from one of the few major trading partners the UK has left, thanks to Brexit.

Speaking of Brexit! The incompetent, lying philanderer who became PM after lying and backstabbing all of his Tory rivals sure “got Brexit done.” He was spectacularly bad at it and eventually his own party had enough of him. Boris is a lame-duck PM, and he’s popped off for a leisurely foreign holiday while his party decides who’ll get the job next.

So effectively, the country has no PM — and it also has no one to serve in his stead, since Boris sidelined his deputy, the ghastly Dominic Raab, on his way out the door. It’s not just the PM’s office that rudderless — a wave of scandal-driven ministerial rejections have left key ministries without leadership.

Brexit is the gift that keeps on giving, lopping 6% off the UK economy. The promised red tape reductions haven’t delivered good news for UK small businesses, which are failing at the rate of knots.

What has Brexit delivered? Well, it led to deregulation of the water system (which Tories had largely privatised), permitting water companies to flush raw sewage into Britain’s rivers and coastal waters, rendering them unsafe to swim in. To be fair, even if they wanted to treat the sewage, they’d couldn’t, because Brexit stopped water-treatment at the border.

There’s runaway energy prices everywhere, but Britain’s version is extra-special, with contracts coming in at 400–1000% higher than last year, triggering a wave of small business closures. Care homes are warning that they might have to turn off the heat this winter.

But even if they manage to keep paying their bills, it might not help, because energy experts are forecasting unscheduled, UK-wide rolling blackouts this winter. The Tories’ backup plan is to import energy from France, Belgium and the Netherlands, these being three countries that are slowing or halting energy exports.

SNP leader Nicola Sturgeon has proposed re-nationalising the energy companies (36% of Scots households are headed to fuel poverty by October). The Tories have categorically rejected this, which is great news for anyone hoping to convince Scotland to leave the UK.

Tory rule — starting with Thatcher’s airdrop of the nation’s stock of public housing — destroyed the nation’s capacity to supply housing to working people, and what affordable housing remained was turned into deathtraps after it was sheathed in highly flammable cladding.

Conservative ideology has produced a country that can’t provide shelter, or food, or water, or energy. But what about health-care? The NHS is OK, right?

Yikes. England’s NHS — a patchwork of underfunded public providers and hollowed out, private providers — has suffered from worsening annual winter crises for years. This year’s winter crisis arrived early — in the summer, with overflowing A&Es and hospitals out of beds.

A key goal of Tory rule has been suppressing the wages of working people, smashing unions and coming up with wheezes like zero-hours contracts and wage-theft schemes like making up servers’ pay out of their tips. British workers were already one bad beat away from losing everything, and 10% inflation has pushed millions over the brink.

Not all workers are broke! This year, average executive pay for FTSE 1000 companies has risen 39%, to £3.4M.

Unsurprisingly, this has precipitated waves of strikes: rubbish collectors are out in Edinburgh, as are criminal barristers, whose wages and staffing have been cut, starving the justice system to the point where criminal cases are taking 708 days to be heard in court.

Also striking: dock workers, London transit workers, and, maybe, everyone, as a general strike movement gains supporters across the country. A new generation of labour leaders, exemplified by the incredible Mick Lynch, are filling the void left by Starmer’s Labour party:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m0017sxg

What will the Tories do about this? Liz Truss is the presumptive next PM, who will attain that office thanks to the votes of a minuscule rump of registered Tory party members.

Liz Truss is a fucking terrible human being. As Marina Hyde writes, she’s the perfect leader for “a country whose own sewage laps at its shores.”

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2022/aug/19/liz-truss-lead-uk-sewage-leadership-marina-hyde

What will Truss do? Well, for one thing, she’ll ban strikes, which will obviously do wonders for labour conditions. She’s got an energy plan, too — she’s going to make it much harder to install solar and wind.

Pensions are being devastated by inflation. A third of the country can’t pay its monthly bills. The Tories have no answers. Their best answer to the polycrisis is drumming up culture war nonsense about “wokeism.” That’s actually slightly better than their main strategy, which is to suggest that poor people should just get better jobs:

https://www.indy100.com/politics/rachel-maclean-work-cost-living

Starmer’s Labour has abandoned any kind of politics aimed at materially improving the lives of working Britons, firing ministers who join picket lines, and refusing to breathe support for nationalisations, public housing provision, and deprivatisation of the NHS.

With or without Labour, working people and the left in the UK are rising up. It’s not just picket-lines, either. There’s mounting support for a payment strike, with the Don’t Pay UK organising a million people to refuse to pay their energy bills effective October 1. Hilariously, the Financial Times has warned these people that they will damage their credit-ratings if they do:

https://www.ftadviser.com/your-industry/2022/08/17/don-t-pay-uk-campaign-will-damage-people-s-finances/

The poorest people in Britain are forced into pay-as-you-go metering, paying the highest energy prices. Meanwhile, the private energy companies who were handed public infrastructure on the cheap by Tory leaders who promised “private sector efficiency” are making out like bandits.

For hard numbers on the UK cost-of-living crisis, check out Richard J Murphy’s roundup in The Independent, whose headline tells the whole tale, really: “It’s now impossible for the average worker to live decently in Britain.”

https://www.independent.co.uk/voices/energy-bills-food-prices-inflation-average-wages-b2149941.html

Murphy starts by noting that the Office for National Statistics’s official after-tax income figure for average households is wildly inflated. The ONS puts the number at £31,383, but the true figure is £23,500, which has to cover £2k in National Insurance and £800 in “near-compulsory” pensions.

Rents in the UK average £1,100/mo (£13k/year), while Council Tax averages £2k, water is £400, and a family mobile service comes in at £1k/year. Add £300 for broadband and £2k for energy (a figure that is shooting up as you read these words).

Then there’s a car (£3k/year), food (minimum £100/week for a family, or £5k/year), and you’re at £26k/year. That leaves £5k/year for clothes, Christmas gifts, and a holiday.

No surprise that most UK families have no savings and carry heavy debt burdens. Tory voters were promised a better life for their kids. Instead, they’ve got nothing. Less than nothing, really, when you factor in debt.

Payment strikes are increasingly common around the world, proving Michael Hudson’s maxim that “debt’s that can’t be paid, won’t be paid.” There are a lot of unpayable debts, thanks to the role of consumer debt in funding the past two decades of economic expansion.

From the capital classes’ perspective, debt is a great way to fund expansion, since it means that the economy can grow even as wages stagnate, and consumer loans can be packaged as financial products that deliver a steady return, allowing people who have money to multiply it without producing anything.

So payment strikes are hitting China, home to a regional mass-scale mortgage payment strikes, hitting 320 property development projects. 28% of China’s top property developers have renegotiated their debts or defaulted altogether:

https://carnegieendowment.org/chinafinancialmarkets/87664

Meanwhile, in the USA, Biden steadfastly refuses to make good on his promise of unconditional student debt cancellation. Instead, he’s dribbling out means-tested, complex, partial cancellations that no one loves — especially not the young voters who’ll have to show up and vote in the midterms if the Dems are going to keep the House.

Abandoned by the Democratic Party, student debtors are organising themselves independently, with Strike Debt leading the way with their own payment strikes.

For more, check out Naked Capitalism’s roundup of payment strikes by Nick Corbishley, who also notes surging support for Mexican water-bill strikes, amid skyrocketing water prices, accompanied by water privatisation and sweetheart deals for foreign companies like Coca-Cola:

https://www.nakedcapitalism.com/2022/08/are-payment-strikes-about-to-become-a-regular-feature-of-the-economic-landscape.html

[yonce6496]

Hacketteer Headcannons

Dylan: He SCREAMS only child to me I feel like he comes from a very small family of just him and maybe a single working parent and his cat. Dylan grew up as a latch-key kid, which basically means you go to school come home to and empty house and maybe you’ll see your parents when they get home from work. Ever since he was little Dylan had never really fit in at school, he’d had a few friends here and there but nothing too memorable. Dylan was never able to visit any friends outside of school or have anyone over because he’d have no parental supervision at his house and no ride to get anywhere. So, all of Dylan’s childhood has been pretty much stuck at home and taking the bus to and from school. Dylan has been pretty independent and self-reflective with all that alone time, even though he gets lonely kind of often but he’s gotten good at distracting himself. With all that time he spent alone Dylan has gotten into a wide variety of hobbies and interests, he is truly a child of the internet. He spends most of his time playing video games, watching science and trivia video’s online and watching stoner comedies. 

He doesn’t get to see his mom very often besides on the weekends. His mom usually won’t get home until late in the night sometime after ten pm, they’ll maybe eat dinner together watch a show or two together and then call it a night. Even still they have a fairly good relationship. Dylan knew he wasn’t straight from a young age and he never really knew what to make of it, when he was younger, he went through a phase of loving action movies (mostly cause of the shirtless buff dudes but that was a realization for later). Dylan had a best friend named Jackson growing up who he always kept in contact with, texting, playing games online or through discord or hosting watch parties. When they weren’t hanging out at school or online, he was always thinking of Jackson, and finding funny videos or memes to send him or recommending him good music. It wasn’t until one of the shows Dylan watched religiously, some Star trek knock off, had a gay kiss in its season finale that a lot things made sense for him. He was crushing HARD on Jackson, the next day at school Dylan was anxious to talk to him about the episode, his neck was warm and his hands were clamming up at the lunch table. Jackson said he hated it, he didn’t get why they wanted to include the kiss and was annoyed that it was one of his favorite characters, Jackson said he was probably gonna stop watching the show anyway. His heart sank to his stomach even more when their other friends chimed in agreement that it was a lame finale. That’s when he became super terrified of rejection and coming out to people in general. When Dylan got to camp and slipped into his camp persona he felt like a fraud because he was nowhere near as bold and outspoken at home as he let on and most of his jokes were just quips and references from his fifteen plus years of scrolling through meme’s and watching comedy skits online, Dylan has an encyclopedic knowledge of all the jokes he ran across. The small time he spent there at camp he’s grown a lot more confidence in himself than he’d had when he arrived. But spending this time here at Hackett’s Quarry has made him realize just how lonely he is back home, He’s made some of his best friends here and he’s mortified at the thought of having to go away to college and start all over again.

[cloudswritingcornerarchived]

You gotta do something with boomer where he’s “simping for punz” and punz is getting upset and he’s like “stfu you simp for y/n” and sam is there like “ohhhhh shit”

I had so much fun with this request! I changed it a little bit, hope you don’t mind my interpretation of it!!

Mario Kart Squabbles

CC! Boomerna x Reader

Word Count: Little over 1.5k words

Summary: You’re playing Mario Kart with a group of friends (Boomer, Gumi, Punz, Sam, Sneeg, etc.) and it gets a little heated.

They/ them pronouns are used for reader

TWs: a few swears, playful banter/ yelling (caps)

Important: I’ve moved blogs, I’m over @cloudslostlibrary now :) hope to see you all there!

You weren’t one for streaming. You had tried it of course, but it ended up just not really being something you enjoyed doing often. But since many of your friends were streamers, you regularly made appearances on their various streams. One person you streamed with a lot was Punz. He had been a close friend of yours for years, even before he started streaming. You tried your best to keep up with him. No matter what game you were playing, you wanted to at least try to beat him, even if it wasn’t plausible. So, when he asked you to join a Mario Kart lobby it wasn’t much different.

“I’ve never played Mario Kart before.” You informed Punz over your discord call.

“Okay,” He mumbled, distracted by his game of Valorant. “You’ll learn it. It’s not that hard.”

“I don’t know Punz, I might have stuff I need to do, when would it be?”

“Uh, like ten pm-ish tomorrow night?” Pun smirked as he thought of an idea to get you on board. “Oh, and I’m pretty sure Boomer’s going to be there.”

“Really??” You asked, a little too excitedly, coughing to try and cover it, “I mean I guess I’ll have the time to play a few rounds-”

Punz laughed at your obvious crush, “But since you don’t know how to play we can run a few practice rounds tomorrow while we wait for everyone to show up.”

“Sounds great, I need to head to sleep though, goodnight!”

“Goodnight Y/n!” Punz responded, almost getting cut off when you left the discord call.

A smile spread across your face when you thought of how you would get to play a few games with Boomer, it wasn’t often you were both invited to the same event. Even less often that you guys actually got to interact and Punz knew that.

You decided you would actually go to sleep like you said you were going to, taking a quick shower first and then hopping into your bed and falling asleep.

When you woke up you were smiling thinking about your plans for the day. The hours went by fast waiting for Punz to set up the lobby. Around 9:00pm your phone buzzed with a discord message.

“Hey a few of us are playing a warmup round, get in here idiot” You read the text from Punz right as a Twitch notification popped up on your phone, notifying you that he went live.

“Alright, who’s doing the warmup round?” You asked, placing your phone on your desk as you sat down to launch everything you needed to play, setting up your switch while you were at it.

“It’s just me, you, Sam, and Boomer for now”

“Omw” You quickly responded before joining the live vc.

“That was quick-” Punz chuckled when he saw you enter the voice channel, “what, you excited for something?”

“Wouldn’t want to miss the warmup rounds!” You lamely exclaimed, cringing at your obvious lying.

“Mhhm, I’m sure.”

It wasn’t long before Sam and Boomer joined as well. Both of the boys were streaming so you pulled up Boomer’s stream. He was yelling some nonsense at his chat about how he was the best and how he was going to win all of the races.

“They don’t stand a chance Chat, trust me!” He looked into the camera and you blushed.

“Earth to Y/n!” Punz yelled, gaining your attention.

“Yup, what’s up?” You answered, turning your phone off to pay attention.

“What are you doing? We’re about to start the race.”

“Oh, nothing!” Punz hummed an unbelieving tone as you selected a random map to play on.

“Ready to lose Punz?” Boomer taunted, revving his character’s engine.

“In your dreams.”

The race commenced and you and Sam couldn’t seem to manage to stay on the road, much less actually get anywhere at a significant pace. At this point it was more of a race between Punz and Boomer, which they made very obvious.

“Hey Boomer, how does my dust taste?” Punz asked sarcastically.

“I wouldn’t know man,” Boomer responded as he overtook Punz.

“Oh shit!” Punz yelled in frustration as he fell off the map, securing himself second place behind Boomer.

“What are you distracted driving? You on your phone or something dawg?” Boomer laughed as he poked fun at his friend.

“You were literally just texting me simping for Y/n actually shut the fuck up.” Punz admitted agitated as the scoreboard showed up with him in second.

“WOAH THERE’S NO NEED FOR ALL THAT NOW!” Boomer yells down his mic.

“Punz Y/n is so pretty,” Punz started reading off the pair’s texts much to Boomer’s dismay.

“LALALALALALA!” Boomer yelled to try and cover up Punz leaking his texts, although the point had already gotten across.

“Punz, Punz, Y/n is going to be playing Mario Kart with us today I’m so NERVOUS!”

“Ohhhh shit!” Sam chimed in as you and him burst into laughter.

“Let’s take a bathroom break before we invite the rest to actually play yeah?” Sam suggested.

“Sounds good, I’ll be back.” You added, muting yourself on discord and pulling up Boomer’s stream on your computer.

“CHAT, CHAT,” Boomer desperately yelled, “It’s not what it looks like, I don’t simp for Y/n!”

You gasped sarcastically before typing in his stream chat, “What do you mean you don’t simp for Y/n peeposadge”

You saw them read the message as it flew through chat a few seconds later, Chat erupting into chaos with your response.

“Well, uh- I” Boomer tripped over his words with furrowed brows, “Chat?? What do I do here??”

They looked to read chat for advice, spotting a message and reading it out loud, “I tell them I have a crush on them? GUYS I don’t want them to know! What if they don’t like me back?”

“Boomer, I’ve got something to tell you…” You typed into chat, watching Boomer scramble before you closed the tab and reentered the vc.

Boomer noticed this and joined it as well.

“Hey guys, I’m back.” You announced to your friends enthusiastically.

“Hey Y/n!” Gumi exclaimed.

“Hey, Gumi!”

“You took an awfully long time in there Y/n did you fall in or something?” Punz asked you before taking a swig of his drink.

“Oh, yeah I did my bad.”

You laughed and moved on from the subject, greeting all the others in the vc except Boomer. Boomer’s confusion was very evident on his face, not that you could see it but you could definitely hear it when they spoke.

“Y/n?” Boomer asked, kind of just letting his words fall out rather than saying them.

“What’s up?” You tried your best to hold in your laugh, couldn’t let him on to you of course.

“What- what were you going to tell me??” He questioned.

“What do you mean?” The silence in the discord call was very entertaining to you for some reason, it felt as though everyone was on the edge of their seats for this interaction.

“You came into my chat and said you had something to tell me?”

“No… I don’t remember doing that…” You played dumb, pulling up his muted stream on your phone to watch his reaction.

Punz caught on and decided to jump in on the fun, “I’m going to be honest man, I’ve known Y/n for a while and that just doesn’t seem like something they would do.”

“Wow Boomer, are you imagining talking to Y/n?” Gumi piled on, “Kinda weird…”

“Yeah man, kind of weird.” You said letting a small laugh slip at the end, hoping no one caught it.

You checked his stream again and looked at the chat, they were all spamming, faking amnesia to the situation that had happened minutes prior simply to throw off their streamer.

“Guys! You’re supposed to be on my side, you bunch of idiots! Worst wingmen ever.” Boomer berated his chat.

You smiled wide and moved on to playing the game, instead of Boomer.

Once Sneeg joined, Punz was rightfully put in his place. Sneeg succeeded in winning first place in every race with almost no trouble. Sometimes he would even lap the last placer, which was usually you if we’re being honest.

After the games everyone said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. You shut off your computer and grabbed your phone before throwing yourself into your bed to relax. Your phone was blowing up. Curious, you opened it to find the source only for it to be god forsaken twitter. It seemed like every other tweet was about you and Boomer.

You decided they had been put through enough tonight and opened discord to shoot him a text.

“Sooo, would you want to go on a minecraft date later or something...?” You sent the message and starting giggling when Boomer immediately responded with a string of “yes”s.

“It’s a date then.” You sent the text before closing your phone and dozing off to a much needed sleep.

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[cloudslostlibrary]

A new book has been found !

Book Title: Mario Kart Squabbles

Characters: CC! Boomerna, Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You’re playing Mario Kart with a group of friends (Boomer, Gumi, Punz, Sam, and Sneeg) and it gets a little heated.

Tws: Cussing

Author’s Note: This is one of my favorite stories I’ve ever written!!

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You weren’t one for streaming. You had tried it of course, but it ended up just not really being something you enjoyed doing often. But since many of your friends were streamers, you regularly made appearances on their various streams. one person you streamed with a lot was Punz. He had been a close friends of yours for years, even before he started streaming. You tried your best to keep up with him. No matter what game you were playing, you wanted to at least try to beat him, even if it wasn’t plausible. So, when he asked you to join a Mario Kart lobby it wasn’t much different.

“I’ve never payed Mario Kart before.” You informed Punz over your discord call.

“Okay,” he mumbled, distracted by his game of Valorant. “You’ll learn it. It’s not that hard.”

“I don’t know Punz, I might have stuff I need to do, when would it be?”

“Uh, like ten pm-ish tomorrow night?” Punz smirked as he thought of an idea to get you on board. “Oh, and I’m pretty sure Boomer’s going to be there.”

“Really??” You asked, a little too excitedly, coughing to try and cover it up. “I mean I guess I’ll have the time to play a few rounds-“

Punz laughed at your obvious crush, “But since you don’t know how to play we can run a few practice rounds tomorrow while we wait for everyone to show up.”

“Sounds great, I need to head to sleep though, goodnight!”

“Goodnight Y/n!” Punz responded, almost getting cut off when you left the call.

A face lit up when you thought of how you would get to play games with Boomer it wasn’t often you were both invited to the same event. Even less often that you guys actually got to interact and Punz knew that.

You decided you would actually go to sleep like you said you were going to, taking a quick shower first and then hopping into your bed and falling asleep.

When you woke up you were smiling thinking about our plans for the da. The hours went by fast waiting for Punz to set up the lobby. Around 9:00pm our phone buzzed with a discord message.

“Hey a few of us are playing a warmup round, get in here idiot.” You read the text from Punz right as a Twitch notification popped up on our phone, notifying you that he went live.

“Alright, who’s doing the warmup round?” You asked, placing your phone on your desk as you sat down to launch everything you needed to play, setting up your switch while you were at it.

“It’s just me, you, Sam, and Boomer for now.

“Omw.” You quickly responded before joining the live vc.

“That was quick-“ Punz chucked when he saw you enter the voice channel, “what, you excited for something?”

“Wouldn’t want to miss the warmup rounds!” You lamely exclaimed, cringing at your obvious lie.

“Mhhm, I’m sure.”

It wasn’t long before Sam and Boomer joined as well. Both of the boys were streaming so you pulled up Boomer’s stream. He was yelling some nonsense at his chat about how he was the best and how he was going to win all of the races.

“They don’t stand a chance chat, trust me!”

“Earth to Y/n!” Punz yelled, gaining your attention.

“Yup, what’s up? You answered, turning off your phone to pay attention.

“What are you doing? We’re about to start the race.”

“Oh, nothing!” Punz hummed an unbelieving tone as you selected a random map to play on.

“Ready to lose Punz?” Boomer taunted, revving his character’s engine.

“In your dreams/“

The race commenced and you and Sam couldn’t seem to manage to stay on the road, much less actually get anywhere at a significant pace. At this point it was more or less a race between just Punz and Boomer, which they made painfully obvious.

“hey Boomer, how does my dust taste?” Punz asked sarcastically.

“I wouldn’t know man,” Boomer responded as he overtook Punz.

“Oh shit!’ Punz yelled i frustration as he fell off the map, securing himself second place behind Boomer.

“What are you distracted driving? You on your phone or something dawg?” Boomer laughed as he poked fun at his friend.

“You were literally just texting me simping for Y/n actually shut the fuck up.” Punz admitted agitated as the scoreboard showed up with him in second.

“Woah there’s no need for that!!” Boomer yelled down his mic.

“Punz Y/n is so pretty,” Punz started reading off the pairs exits much to Boomer’s dismay.

“Lalalalalala!!” Boomer repeated to try and cover up Punz leaking ther texts, although the point had already gotten across.

“Punz, Punz, Y/n is going to be playing Mario Kart with us today I’m so NERVOUS!”

“Ohhhh shit!” Sam chimed in as you and him burst into laughter.

“Let’s take a bathroom break before we invite the rest to actually play yeah?” Same suggested.

“Sounds good, I’ll be back.” You added, muting yourself on discord and pulling up Boomer’s stream on your computer.

“Chat! Chat!” Boomer desperately yelled, “It’s not what it looks like, I swear I don’t simp for Y/n!”

You gasped sarcastically before typing in his stream chat, “What do you mean you dont simp for Y/n peeposadge.”

You saw them read the message as it flew through chat a few seconds later, chat erupting into chaos with your response.

“Well, uh-I-“ Boomer tripped over his words with furrowed brows, “Chat?? What do I do here??”

They looked to read chat for advice, spotting a message and reading it out loud, “I tell them I have a crush on them? GUYS, I dont want them to know! What if they don’t like me back?”

“Boomer, I’ve got something to tel you…” You typed in chat, watching Boomer scramble before you closed the tab and reinterred the vc.

Boomer noticed this and joined it as well.

“Hey guys, I’m back.” You announced to your friends enthusiastically.

“Hey Y/n!” Gumi exclaimed.

“Hey Gumi!”

“You took an awfully long time in there, Y/n. Did you fall in or something?” Punz asked you before taking a swig of his drink.

“Oh, yeah I did my bad.”

You laughed and moved on from the subject, greeting all the others in the vc except Boomer. Boomer’s confusion was very evident on his face, not that you could see it but you could definitely hear it when they spoke.

“Y/n?” Boomer asked, kind of just letting his words fall out rather than saying them.

“What’s up?” You tried your best to hold in your laugh, couldn’t let him on to you of course.

“What- what were you going to tell me??” He questioned.

“What do you mean?” The silence in the discord was very intertwining to you for some reason, it felt as though everyone was on the edge of their seats for this interaction.

“You came into my chat and said you had something to tell me?”

“No… I don’t remember doing that…” You played dumb, pulling up his muted stream on your phone to watch his reaction.

Punz caught on and decided to jump in on the fun, “O’Malley going to be honest man, I’ve known Y/n for a while and that just doesn’t seem like something they would do.”

“Wow Boomer, are you imagining talking to Y/n?” Gumi pled on, “Kind of weird…”

“Yeah man, kind of weird.” You said letting a small laugh slip at the end, hoping no one caught it.

You checked his stream again and looked at the chat, they were all spamming, faking amnesia to the situation that had happened minutes prior simply to throw their streamer.

“Guys! You’re supposed to be on my side, you bunch of idiots! Worst wingmen ever.” Boomer berated his chat.

You smiled wide and moved on to playing the game, instead of Boomer. Once Sneeg joined, Punz was rightfully put in his place. Sneeg succeeded in winning first place in every race with almost no trouble. Sometimes he would even lap the last placer, which was usually you if we’re being honest.

After the games everyone said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. You shut off your computer and grabbed your phone before throwing yourself into your bed to relax. Your phone was blowing up. Curious, you opened it to find the source to be God forsaken twitter. It seemed like every other tweet was about you and Boomer.

You decided they had been put through enough tonight and opened discord to shoot them a text.

“Sooo, would you want to go on a Minecraft date later or something?” You sent the message and started giggling when Boomer replied with a string of “yes”.

“It’s a date then.” You sent the text before closing your phone and dozing off to a much needed sleep.

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[likeastarstar]

4:44 PM- Hoseok

Hoseok liked to say your were on your first life.

You didn't really understand what he meant at first, rolling your eyes when he'd fawn over you doing something naive. It was true, you didn't have a lot of experience with relationships before you met Hoseok, often asking simple questions like: when am I supposed to sleep with you?

He laughed for a solid ten minutes when you had asked him the question on your fourth date, sitting in a restaurant he had chosen because he thought you'd like that the seating was outdoors, under fluffy trees dripping in fairy lights. You did like it, it was very romantic, which is why you asked him how soon was too soon.

Thankfully, he found your innocent questions endearing and was willing to walk you through the ins and outs of a relationship, calming you down when things felt too heavy and assuring you that there was no rush at all. He was happy going your pace, watching you navigate your new role as a girlfriend.

It wasn't until you woke up with a start, snapping your eyes open, and sitting up suddenly that you realized you had another stupid question to ask. You looked around desperately- feeling like you couldn't breathe for a moment. Nightmares were few and far between in your world, you didn't really have much to fear losing before you met Hoseok. You squeezed your eyes shut, scrubbing your face with your hands as if that would take away the memory of the dream you had just had.

Alone.

That's what you dreamt of. No more Hoseok, he had simply evaporated into thin air and left you all alone. It was awful, panic spreading through you as you searched for him fruitlessly in your dreams.

You rubbed your face harder, trying to stop the tears that welled up. This was so stupid- why were you crying over a dream? You heard the door open and Hoseok step in.

"Are you done napping?" He asked cheerily, the sound of his footsteps stopping suddenly. He must've noticed you were crying, rushing over to your side of the bed. "What happened?"

You whimpered and the dam broke, tears falling down your face before you could stop them. Once they started, it only got worse- turning into full on sobs. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and fell forwards to hide your face from your extremely concerned boyfriend. You squished your face into the duvet, muffling the sound of your sniffles only slightly.

"Woah, what's happening right now?" He asked, sitting besides you.

Your butt was stuck up in the air and he patted it in some lame attempt to make you laugh, only making you cry even more because of how confused he must be. It was overwhelming- how much you loved him.

Love.

You hadn't ever said the word but this must be what that was, right? Love was the only reason why you would be crying so dramatically over a dream. Yeah, you loved him. You felt your chest tighten and stilled for a moment, wondering when you were supposed to tell him. This was the kind of thing you would ask Hoseok, only that would just be the sex question all over again.

"I think I love you," You said anyway, your voice muffled and fuzzy.

"Huh?" He asked, "I can't hear you underneath all the fluff."

You whined in annoyance and pushed your face to the side, half of your face exposed so you could peek up at him nervously. Hoseok was looking down at you fondly, wiping away tears gently, "Did you have a bad dream? Want a hug?"

You shook your head 'no' and shoved your face back into the covers, it was where you belonged- a coward like you should hide in shame. How hard was it to just say how you felt? Just say it- I love you.

"I think I love you," You said again, trying to annunciate better.

Hoseok didn't say anything for a minute, stuttering out something that didn't sound like real words. The stuttering turned into laughter, which turned into cackles that reminded you a lot of your fourth date.

"That's why you're crying?"

"More or less," You shrugged, shuddering slightly when the nightmare flashed into your head again.

Hoseok laughed even harder, hugging your balled up form tightly, "Oh man, now I'm gonna cry- you're so funny. Sit up, I wanna see your face."

You sat up reluctantly, scooting as close as you could to him. You stared at your hands idly, twisting and untwisting your fingers. He pushed your hair back and wiped your tears away, craning his neck down to look at you properly, smiling when he noted how watery your eyes looked.

"I really do love you," You mumbled, squeezing his hands in yours. Hoseok was here- he was real, he'd never leave you. That dream was just a dream, an awful one but it wasn't real.

"I know the feeling," He nodded, hugging you tightly, "I love you too, a lot. If I knew you were going to cry about it, I would've told you sooner. Who knew you were so dramatic."

"It's overwhelming," You whined, "You can't blame me- it's my first life, remember? I've never felt like this before."

Hoseok laughed softly and nodded, kissing the top of your head. "I'm glad we met when we did then. We have a lot of lives to live together."

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