#like i'm just imagining one of his neighbors going to take out the trash

[ashwhowrites]

Older! Eddie Munson x reader they are neighbors, and one night, she gets really drunk, and Eddie sees her from the window, and helps her to get in her house and tucked in her bed sleeping, the next day, reader wakes up and remembers all that, and she decides that she needs to thanks Eddie

⚠️Needs to thank Eddie.....sounded sexual to me ( I'm probably just horny ) so smut at the end

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Thank you

Eddie was sitting on his couch as he flipped through the same boring channels. His house was silent as he turned it off, deciding to call it a night.

He went to head upstairs when he heard a door slam and a familiar laugh followed. He looked out his window to see his younger neighbor, Y/N stumbling out of an Uber. He watched closely to see if she was alright, but she seemed wasted as she tripped over her heels. He threw on his shoes and went out the door. Quickly running to her house.

"Hey sweets, let me help." He said, announcing his arrival as softly as he could so he didn't scare her.

She looked up and smiled when she saw it was him. Her eyes were heavy as she cheered. "EDDIE!" she threw her arms up, the strap of her dress falling down her shoulder.

Eddie smiled at her, he always had a soft spot for her. He grabbed her hands and yanked her to her feet. She shuttered as his soft hand grazed her skin and fixed her strap. He kept one hand in hers as he walked her to her front door.

"Keys." He said, holding out his free hand. She dug in her purse and handed them over.

Once he unlocked the door, he led her in. She closed it behind him as he set her keys on the table.

"Can you take those off for me?" He asked. She nodded, removing her hands from him as she leaned against the door and removed her heels. She felt herself moaning at the relief, and Eddie awkwardly coughed as he found himself a little turned on.

"Let's go upstairs." He said, grabbing her hand as he helped her walk upstairs. He led her to her bedroom and walked her to her bed.

"Fuck, I've been thinking of this since I left." She moaned, throwing herself on her bed. Eddie laughed and turned her around so she was on her back.

"Have some wipes for your face? To get the makeup off?" He asked, looking around her room.

"Your girlfriend taught you that?" She asked, a pout on her face as she thought about Eddie having a girlfriend. She secretly always had a crush on her older neighbor. She spent so many days watching him cut his grass or trim down his trees. His white tank top stuck to his sweaty skin and his hair was thrown in a bun.

"Don't have one, gorgeous. But I did learn from an ex. So where are they?" He asked again.

"I'm not telling." She said, crossing her arms as she giggled.

"Why's that?" He asked, laughing as she drunkenly smiled at him.

"I don't want you to think I'm not gorgeous anymore." Her eyes were soft as she looked up at him.

"I will always think you are gorgeous, silly. You're breathtaking, with or without makeup. Plus! I've seen you without makeup and you still made my world stop." He confessed, softly looking down at her as he rubbed her knee.

"Bathroom." She mumbled, feeling her face blush as he walked away. She took a moment to silently scream in her head. She smiled like a schoolgirl as she replayed his words over and over.

He came back with the wipes, sitting next to her as he gently removed the makeup from her face. She sighed as she relaxed against her pillows. But her hand stayed connected to him, wanting to feel some part of him. Once he finished, he threw away the wipes in her trash. Standing up he walked to her dresser.

"Pajamas in here?" He asked, opening the first drawer, immediately slamming it shut as he saw lace panties and her bras. He took a second to collect himself. Begging his mind not to imagine her wearing it.

"I don't wear pajamas." Well, Eddie couldn't ignore that. He bit his lip as he turned around.

"Okay then! I think I'll let you sleep then." He said quickly, trying to hide his growing erection as he went to go out the door.

"Wait! Can you help me?" She asked, he turned around to see her sitting up, trying to reach behind her.

Eddie took a deep breath and walked over. Reminding himself it was inappropriate to be attracted to his younger neighbor. She was drunk and needed help. She stood up, wobbling slightly as she turned. Eddie felt himself groaning at her bare back, his fingers grazing her skin. She felt so soft. He unzipped her dress, swallowing hard as more skin began to show as the zipper went further down.

"There you go." He gulped stepping back, but then she turned and dropped the dress. Wearing nothing but a black thong she thanked him.

"Welcome." He squeaked, his eyes roamed around her chest, then her stomach and legs. But snapping himself out of it. She laid down in her bed, a yawn covering the silence in the room.

"Sleep tight." He said, turning off her light and heading out.

Eddie is ashamed to say he touched himself before he fell asleep.

~~~

Y/N woke up with a small headache, thankful she wasn't hungover. She crawled out of bed and changed into a tank top and sweatpants. She remembered everything about last night. She smiled as she thought about how Eddie helped her, took care of her, the lust in his eyes as he looked at her. The tension between them was heavy and she wanted to see where it could lead.

She left her house and walked to his. She knocked on his door as she waited for him to open it. She smiled when the door opened, her breath in her throat when Eddie stood shirtless, sweatpants low on his thin hips, and his bed hair wild.

"Did I wake you up? I'm so sorry." She apologized, it was clear he just got out of bed. But damn did he look amazing. His toned frame and tattoos had her craving to touch him.

"It's alright, no worries. I'm glad to see you aren't as dead as I thought you'd be." He joked.

"I came to say thank you for that and to repay you!" She said.

"It's really nothing." He shrugged, but she refused to let him dismiss her.

"Please? I just want to come in and thank you. Then I'll go." She offered, spending time with her was something Eddie was glad to accept. He stepped back and allowed her to walk in. His cold air hit her body and her nipples hardened. Something Eddie noticed immediately since she wasn't wearing a bra.

"How did you want to repay me?" Eddie asked, using the band on his wrist to throw his hair in a bun. She stared memorized as his arms flexed and veins stood out.

"Like this." She said seductively, dropping to her knees as she looked up at him. He looked down at her shocked, his mouth dropping open as he stuttered.

"Oh no, you really don't have to do that." He said, but the hard cock in her face told her something else.

"And if I really want to? What if I thought about it so many times?"

"You...thought about this?" He smirked, his hand reaching down to grip her chin. He loved the way she moaned and melted into him.

"So many times." She confessed as she tugged down his sweatpants, his hard cock free.

She didn't wait for him to speak, taking him in her mouth as she wrapped her lips around him. Her hands were on the back of his thighs.

"Fuck...that's good." He moaned, bucking his hips slowly as he fucked her throat. He couldn't deny that he thought about this many times before as well.

"Never knew you liked them older, baby." He smirked, she removed her mouth and jerked him off. Smiling she breathed, "Just you. Had my eyes on you since I moved in." She confessed.

"I've had my eyes on you too." He moaned as she took him in her mouth again. Staying still as he took control. He held her head as he fucked her throat, his hips moving fast as he chased his high. Eddie has had many girlfriends, but God no one touched him like she did. She was young but she wasn't inexperienced. She knew exactly how to suck him off and it made his head spin. He thought about how shy she was last night, the look of jealousy in her eyes when she asked about his girlfriend and the smirk she had when she caught him looking at her naked chest.

But here they were, her on her knees as she got him closer to his orgasm.

"Gonna cum down that pretty throat, and you are going to swallow all of it." He demanded, fucking her throat as fast as he could, moaning as he released down her throat. She held still as he came down her throat, tears in her eyes as she held him in the back of her throat.

He moaned as he slowly removed himself from her mouth, a trail of his cum connecting from his tip to her bottom lip. He groaned as she licked her lips. She opened her mouth proudly to show she swallowed every drop.

Maybe she should have gotten drunk a long time ago.

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[fanficsbyme-causeimgay]

Disclaimer: Image this in the Van Helsing werewolf design, please. I love that movie.

Imagine, if you will, the full moon.

Now— you were never superstitious or believed in the supernatural, but when it is running at you on all fours in the darkness of the street, with sharp white teeth and with a single red glowing eye? Then, you do believe in the supernatural. So you do the sensible thing: You forget about putting the trash out, closes the door, and says, "Nope!" Before simply locking all doors and windows.

You stay in your room, door locked and under the blankets, just to make sure nothing bad could get you— After all, monsters don't fuck with you if you got a blanket on, that's the rules! You ignore the weird whining sounds and the weird scratching sounds, and fear gives way to tiredness once the adrenaline fades away.

You wake up the next day, believing the whole thing to be a nightmare, a figment of your masochistic mind paying tricks on you.

Werewolves don't exist!

But neighbors do. And you got a new one!

The first time you met was just a tiny little bit surprising, but normal when context was given— His dog ran into your porch. He had this beautiful Black Labrador that had a harness that read [Service Dog] on it, and her collar had [Leyla] written on it. And she was looking for something? She was sniffing everything around. Apparently, she was a new dog and was still being trained, which explained a lot about her behavior.

"Oh, hi- I apologize for Leyla!" He was tall. Definitely taller than you. Maybe 6'6? The most striking thing about his appearance was the eyepatch on his left eye, a plain black one. He walked with a limp and had a darkish green jacket over a plain white shirt and tight shorts. "I'm your new neighbor, Kata." And oh, his voice was just like the best thing you've heard - It was beautiful.

You soon find out that he used to be in the military. He worked closely with the K-9 bomb-sniffing unit to help clean the fields, and sadly, a newly trained dog missed one of the bombs, which led to his incident. He seemed pretty open and sincere when speaking about his experience as a veteran, not shy to express and answer your questions even going further and above.

When asked why, he simply answered: "You just wanted to learn more about me, so I taught you more." With a smile that was, honestly, quite breath taking.

Regardless of your little interactions, nothing seemed to be going on - much to your dismay - because he was clearly very hot and showed interest in you. Maybe it was the "don't ask don't tell" thing that the military has? You felt silly thinking about it, mostly because he never showed clear interest, so you decided not to assume anything of it.

In truth, however, he was unhealthy obsessed with you. He was constantly spending hours of his day listening to your breathing, to your heartbeat, to your little noises that you weren't even aware you made! Did you know you have this habit of clicking your tongue when you're playing games and sometimes something you didn't want to happen happens? Did you know you hum the sound of commercial jingles sometimes? Did you know that when you're asleep, you're quite vocal about your dreams, even if what you're saying doesn't make any sense? Did you know you smell like soft petrichor mixed with tulips and brown sugar when you're relaxed? Did you know he likes to watch you sleep from the window? Did you know that sometimes he breaks into your room while you're asleep and just stands beside you? Did you know he can't control it?

It's in his very nature.

Like humans can't help but breathe, tell stories, eat, and lie - Werewolves can't help but obsess over their Mates. Their Soulmates. Their one and only. Their destined - Call it what you will, but he loves you in ways you can't ever hope to understand... He wants you so badly, you should be happy he isn't laying it thick on you, that he is controlling himself to not jump you and fuck you everywhere, that-

Oh.

The full moon is here.

It happened really easily. You were asleep when you heard a pretty clear and rough sound of snoring, alongside the heavy weight of an arm on you, a weird, smooth, and wet sensation on your neck, and the heat of a body hugging you from behind. You couldn't move your body. Was this sleep paralysis? You look down and see arms of black fur holding you tight, and although you're confused, your mind finds reason: This is just a dream.

Oh, a dream! Of course this is a dream.

You huff... This might not be the exact first time you've dreamed of a big werewolf man and probably won't be the last! What? They're hot!

What was hotter, however, was waking up with a naked man in your bed. It was a shock at first, mostly because you're pretty sure you didn't have Kata sleeping in your bed last night...? Right? Was the dream about the werewolf his brain making up something to summarize or excuse Kata's presence in his bed? Dreams do that sometimes... But hey, looking at that dick was more than enough to make you forget about his presence for a few moments - It was, uhm, quite big.

"My eyes are up here..." His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and like his tone of voice, he was looking very smugly at you: "Well, eye. Singular." He chuckled at his own words, poiting at his lack of eye - In fact, an unnaturally dark hole was there, almost like darkness originated from it.

You ask him what he is doing in your bed. Naked as the day he was born - but much, much hotter (and legal!)

And that is when he drops the ball.

So... as it turns out, werewolves are real... And they soulmates, and you are Kata's soulmate... Although overwhelmed at first, curiosity overwhelms you because of the fucking implications. What else is real? Magic? Fairies? Wizards!? Do they go to walmart!? Also, do werewolves follow normal wolf biology - Can they smell really far, hear really well, and do they mate for life too? And, also, do they have knots? As a rather curious person, you asked them.

"Well... I can show you." He replied, taking your hand for a moment and hesitating: "I-if you want?" He was rather nervous - the truth is, although he seemed confident, he was quite nervous. A wolf needs to be strong for their Mate. What about him? He is crippled. He is weak. He isn't good enough...

"...show me." Although a bit oblivious to flirting, you wouldn't say no to this.

As it turns out, werewolves do, in fact, have knots. And they can knot even in human form!

[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 3. 04 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

Ji-su was the first one to stand guard well the rest of us slept. Well not all of us. After what just happened with waking up like that, I wasn't in the mood to sleep or risk for another episode to happen and waking everyone up.

They all need their sleep. I'm used to a long time not sleeping.

"You should sleep," Ji-su whispers looking down at me.

"Sure and then I can scream everyone awake when it's time to get up, besides I'm used to not sleeping," I said with a fake smile on my face.

Ji-su let out a sigh knowing I wouldn't listen to her.

After a while, she spoke up again.

"Is this way you sometimes look really tired, because you don't sleep?" For a few seconds, I look into her eyes before looking down bringing my knees to my chest.

"Maybe," I mutter out, but she still hears it.

My eyes went back to her when she took a seat in front of me.

"Do you..."

She stopped for a second to think about what she would say next.

"Always wake up like that?"

I nodded my head.

"Pretty much yeah, but most of the time I end up on the floor because I trash a lot in my sleep. My neighbors really love me."

She let out a small chuckle looking away for a second before looking back at me.

"Did you always have those dreams?"

I bite the inside of my cheek shaking my head.

"It started a few months ago."

I pause for a second taking a deep breath.

"Something had happened before I moved here. I think that it's the reason I have them."

She nodded her head inspecting my face trying to see if she could see more that I was letting out.

"It's also the reason you moved countries."

I have never told her why I moved here, even Eun-yu doesn't know. It's not like they have ever asked me why, which, to be honest, I was happy with.

"Yes," I answer.

"It must be something big if you moved to a whole other continent instead of a new city."

I shrug my shoulders, putting my head on my knees.

"Something like that," I whisper out.

Ji-su could probably tell I didn't want to talk more about it because she stood up looking at her phone. I guess it was time to switch guards. I have offered to stand guard the whole night, but they said I had to sleep too.

"I lived in an orphanage my whole life with an awful woman of a caretaker who loved to beat the kids for the littlest thing, and that was one of the nicest things she did," I spoke up when she walked past me to wake up the next person.

She stopped in her tracks before turning around to me. I was looking at the wall in front of me, but I could see her in the corners of my eyes.

"When I was legally going to turn an adult in the U.S. she would have sold me off to one of her old church friends so I could become his wife. Those people from that church are just as bad as her. So you can only imagine what my life would have been if I had stayed there." It was the first time I have ever said it out loud and even I can't believe it.

"I'm sorry." I hear Ji-su mutter.

I shrug my shoulders.

"It's okay. You deserve to know as well, you're one of my best friends. I wanted you to know it for a long time, but I never knew how to say it." My vision began to get blurry because of the tears that were forming in them, but I wasn't in the mood to cry.

I could hear Ji-su opening her mouth to say something but spoke up before she could.

"Go, you need to sleep. Wake up the next person." I guess she got the hint that I didn't want to talk about it anymore because she turned waking up Hyun-su.

I listened to how they talked about Hyun-su being infected and asking each other to kill them if they fully turned. I was basically sitting at the door with my face toward the bathroom door, so Hyun-su had to stand in front of me where Ji-su stood a few seconds ago.

I was staring at the door thinking what we should do next. Should we stay here or go look for other survivors? Mr. Han has enough food for now, but with all of us here it would be gone soon.

Tomorrow we need to make a plan for what to do next. We can't just sit here waiting to die or for someone to turn into a monster.

"I'm kind of an orphan too."

I look up at Hyun-su when he mutters something.

I wasn't sure if he was saying it to me or not.

"What?" I asked confused.

He looked down at the ground not giving me one look.

"I heard you talk with Ji-su. My family died in a car crash not that long ago." I looked at him surprised.

I wouldn't have thought he would say that. Not that his family's dead, but him talking about his life and past. We only met one or two days ago. I honestly don't know anymore at this point.

He was never the one who would start a conversation, let alone talk about himself. All I know for sure was his name, that he loves gaming, and loves ramyeon. That's it. He looks more like a closed-off person, so I didn't expect this.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said loud enough for him to hear it, but not to wake up the others.

It was silent for a second before speaking up again.

"Is that why you wanted to jump off the building?" He looked up, but his back was still facing me.

"You don't have to tell me, but I know why you would do it. Hell, even I have tried to end my life, but I guess chucking two bottles of vodka and a bottle of sleeping pills just won't do it for me. I woke up with a massive headache and stomach ache in the hospital the next day. Let's just say I was disappointed that I was still breathing after that. It's a wonder people had even found me."

I was looking at the wall again thinking about the time I first got here. I had tried to live on, but I couldn't do it. I was just so scared they would find me and I just couldn't forget everything that had happened. I managed to get my hands on the vodka and pills and I just did it without thinking more about it.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Hyun-su turn around to look at me. To my surprise, he took a seat beside me leaving some space so he could still see the door.

"I don't know anymore. There were a lot of reasons why I wanted to jump off."

I nodded my head looking at him.

"I get it. Life can be messed up. People are monsters if they want to be." I stopped speaking for a bit.

Who am I kidding?

My whole life was a mess.

"I guess it doesn't matter anymore now," I mutter out laying my head against the wall behind me.

"I guess not." I hear him whisper leaving us in total silence afterwards.

Previous Chapter ~ Next Chapter

[futurebird]

I was watching this really great video from Sophie from Mars "The World Is Not Ending" where she addresses climate change doomerism and the importance of being able to imagine and then working to create a healthy, non-violent, co-operative, self-governed, technologically advanced post-capitalist future. She talked about "reproductive labor" the work of producing, educating, raising and caring for the next generation and used the London trans community as an example. She talked about the kind of balancing acts around chores and planning and how all of the work that needed to be done got done without a transactional system. And that's when I started to feel-- uncertain.

Being in a tight knit community scares me to death. Social obligations, relationships that aren't well-defined scare me. Social skills have always been a struggle for me and I know I'm not alone in that. So, though I'm frequently one of the first to advocate getting to know your neighbors, and organizing locally there is an aspect to this kind of interaction that is frightening. I think this fear is natural for anyone who has ever had the experience of failing to fit into such communities-- because communities organized outside "the market" already exist. And people who are neurodivergent, or not a member of the dominant group may find such networking daunting, overwhelming, impossible-- And "tight knit" communities can be sources of great harm and evil. I think about the "tight knit" group of girls at the all girls school I attended-- I think about the times I've been "not a good fit" for some little theatre club or organization. Suddenly being a door dash worker paid by an app who never speaks to their "boss" seems appealing. One of the best things about living in a big city is you can minimize your mandatory human interactions per day. So, I guess what I want to discuss is if there is a way to imagine a solar punk future -- that gives those of us who are drained each time we must interact with more people a way to thrive? I don't think this is an insurmountable problem, I just think that people who are more outgoing, who enjoy those interactions more might not realize that when they describe such communities to some of us it sounds like you are describing the 5th circle of hell. (It's not that I don't want to be around you. Don't take this personally. No, it's that I'm certain that you, after a time, probably won't want to be around me. And I'd rather not find out either way. I'd rather just skip it. I have more than enough people in my life as it is.)

Some of the solutions can be found in cities. It's possible to participate in many community events, to help, to support the people around you without a lot of extraneous interaction. The key is a baseline understanding of politeness, and using online tools to bring together groups of people as needed. For example I've volunteered for years with a park restoration group over by 3rd Ave. I've shown up and planted vegetables, cleaned trash, pulled up asphalt, and I keep an eye on the garden when I'm in the area because I feel a connection to it. I don't think anyone in the group knows my name, I never talk to anyone, I just show up and work-- or make a suggestion if asked. I really appreciate that they haven't forced me into a corner or asked me to introduce myself. (Or worse when someone goes out of their way to learn your name, when you don't know their name-- and they are like "Hi ____" it just feels like a way to make you feel small.) Maybe, after a few more years, I'll introduce myself. I'm the same way with our co-op's roof garden group. I'm always there but don't say very much. No one forces me to say much and that's why I keep coming back. So, thinking about these groups has talked me down from the ledge of "the solar punk future is going to be full of people who know your name and say it all the time and you won't know who they are or what they want and it's going to be like a big loud party." No... I think there are ways to make this work even for anti-social people.

[kallystah]

| 13 | Mission : Baby

613 words

-Thank you, I am so grateful! Thanked their neighbor before leaving, leaving them both on their front doorstep, frightened.

The older one, still not realizing what she has just asked them, inflict on them, sets his violet eyes on what is nestling in the arms of his equally shocked brother. The one with glasses looks down at the sleeping toddler, mouth half open, pacifier ready to fall.

-Since when did we become the backup babysitter?

-We have sunk very low.

Starting to blame themselves for the situation, they whisper to prevent the young little girl from waking up. However, when Rindou looks back at the little girl, he can't help but look disgusted while his brother lets out a laugh, amused by the situation.

-She fucking drooled on me!

Faced with his exclamation, she wakes up crying, dropping her pacifier. Panicked, the braided person takes the child to calm him in his arms while his brother picks up the lollipop to give it back to him.

- Run it under water first, it's disgusting otherwise!

-All right, I'm going !

From then on, running in all directions frantically to respond to the little girl's slightest need and desire, they finished playing with her, her dolls and her cars. The unicorn headband and the princess headband decorating their face, they collapse on the sofa, exhausted when the one who dominates sleeps peacefully between the two of them. Starting to complain about the Legos on which he slipped several times, the two-tone grimaces as he speaks again.

-Don't you think it stinks Ran?

Turning around to exchange a look filled with apprehension, they finally set their gaze on the little girl's bottom, well filled.

-This little...

-Oh no...

-You take care of it.

-Eh ? The oldest is indignant.

-Don't do that, she's already vomited on me!

-Okay then go get me some gloves, a mask, and some disinfectant, head to the bathroom.

Executing more quickly than expected, here is the eldest trying to change the diaper of the youngest gesticulating everywhere, dressed in a blouse, gloves, a mask, his hair tied back. Meanwhile, the other of the brothers on the doorstep, his nose in his T-shirt, hands him the things he needs before returning to the corridor to get some fresh air.

-Rindou the diaper, go throw it away!

-Don't throw it at me like that! He grumbled, catching her as she was ready to land on his face. It stinks of death.

-You did worse when you were his age.

-But shut up!

-Go throw it in the trash at the bottom of the residence.

-But you can imagine seeing me with a diaper full of shit in my hands!

-Do you want it to stink up in the apartment?

-I'm going, don't kill her.

-I know what I'm doing ! He smiled before grimacing at the new diaper. How I put that ? You know, you little one?

Hearing her gurgling, he sighs before taking it in his hands to figure out how to put it on before his brother comes back.

-Of course you know and you won't tell me, you selfish thing. You dare to challenge us when you are two years old, you have a future in the underworld my little one... If you want I will teach you how to kill people.

Laughing, she extends her arms towards the one who has just changed her to hug him, happy to have spent this day with them.

-Don't worry, Rindou will also teach you his techniques. In a few years you will be the future queen of Roppongi!

~~~ chapter 13 -> end ~~~

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The Fridge

"Huh, that's weird" said Dave. He was certain he'd already drunk one bottle of his favorite cheap beers, but opening the fridge this morning, there sat a full pack. Dave looked at the beer. The beer looked back. He rubbed his eyes and tried to remember last night. It was a late shift at work, something or another kept him at the office. Once he'd finally said bye to his coworkers all he wanted was a cold beer and his recliner. Dave was a man of simple pleasures, so he thought. He liked football and fried chicken.

Following the divorce he'd recently moved into a smaller house. It was nice enough and it even had a garage. In that garage, when Dave moved in, he noticed a refrigerator. He hadn't taken much notice of it, people leave things, he'd haul it off one day when he needed the space. Dave was not thinking about the fridge on his drive home. Nor when he stopped at the only store still open to buy beer. He did think about that fridge when he got back home, and remembered that thanksgiving was last week and that he'd ended up inviting his parents and brother over. The fridge in the kitchen was packed with a casserole, turkey, beans, the fridge was stuffed. "Damn" he said to no one in particular. Dave let out a heavy sigh; this was far too much to deal with on a Friday night. He pulled a bottle of out the pack and cracked it open, then he remembered. He had another fridge. He took a swig and headed to the garage, the fluorescent tubes buzzed to life and he walked over to the fridge. It was still plugged in, "oops, oh well". Opening the door he saw a pile of dead bugs, little flies of some kind, "goddamn infestation" Dave remarked, and grabbed a broom and swept them into a trash can. He made sure the fridge was on and getting cold, and put his 5 other beers on the middle shelf, proceeding to wander back to his chair and watched TV till he passed out.

And yet - there was a full pack of beer in the fridge. "Guess I'm just losing it" he said as he shut the door and walked back into the living room. "Must be imagining shit". As he walked past his armchair he heard the unmistakable sound of a bottle falling over, and there it was. The bottle from last night, still with condensation on it, rolling off under the couch. "What the fuck". Dave didn't believe in the supernatural as a rule, he loved to argue with people at bars about it but always insisted it was some hoax or publicity thing, maybe someone just wanted attention. However, the thought that his house was haunted by some sort of beer ghost went though his head; maybe some poor guy drank himself to death in there or something and he was exacting his revenge. A chill ran down his spine. Dave decided he had better figure this out, he couldn't damn well live anywhere with a beer ghost. He decided to do a bit of research, there was still some mail in the house from the previous tenant, so he knew a name to look up. He found the mail in the trash he'd yet to take out, it was a electric bill addressed to a Kathy S. Everson. He opened it. It was dated from earlier in the year and- good god the bill! It was almost a thousand dollars! What the hell was Kathy doing?

Dave decided to ask the neighbors, maybe they knew something. He walked out into the cold November air. The wind had a bite to it and threatened snow. He shivered. Walking up to his neighbors Dave rang the doorbell and waited, he could hear a dog barking and a woman opened the door. "Hello, can I help you?" she asked. "Afternoon" Dave guessed, "Name's Dave, I'm your new neighbor right across the way", and he pointed at his house. "Oh you've moved into Kathy's old house, that's nice, I'm glad it's going to good hands, my name is Jackie" she replied. "Mhmm, it's a nice place, uh - if you don't mind me asking, what happened to Kathy?" he asked. "Oh I think it was cancer or something like that, she wasn't young anymore, it happens to the best of us" she said. "Right right, but she didn't do anything odd or nothing?" Dave asked. "No I don't think so, not unless you count that mac and cheese of hers" Jackie replied. Dave gave a puzzled look. "Well it was just so good" said Jackie, "and she always had so much of it, a lot of food in general, old folks are like that sometimes, they like to feed people". Dave nodded, "right". "She'd have these big potluck dinners at the community center, Kathy did. She loved to feed the community". The gears started whirring away in Dave's head. "Is everything alright?" asked Jackie. "Yeah, everything's dandy" Dave responded "Nice meeting you", and he set back towards his home, wind nipping at his ears and nose.

Walking into his garage Dave starting inspecting the fridge. It looked, well it looked like shit frankly. It was ancient, just a big slab of metal, covered in dents and a bit rusty. It might have been white once, or some shade of beige. If there ever was a brand name it'd long fallen off. Dave tried to move it but it wouldn't budge, it looked like it'd started rusting into the floor at this point, and it probably weighed a ton. Dave opened the door again. There was a lightbulb inside that flickered on, revealing his beer again. The inside was pretty clean all things considered, and quite cold. "Huh". Dave did not do well in the sciences in high school or college, but he did remember when his teachers were lecturing on experiments and the like, and Dave decided he'd do an experiment. He removed his beer from the fridge, and looked around the various cardboard boxes littering his garage. In one he found an award from his college days, it was a small trophy, covered in dust and labeled "2nd Place - Men's Track and Field - April 6th 1981 - Dave Adderson". He placed it into the fridge, and headed back into the living room to watch the game.

The next day, Dave anxiously opened the fridge door and there sat two trophies, identical in every way, dust and all. He didn't quite know how or why, but there was one thing he did know. Dave Adderson now had a magical refrigerator that duplicated things.

[rhymingtree]

I was planning on reading this on my birthday so it would be like a lil 10k-ish words present but things got in the way. 🙃 never too late to open it though

Athena gives her wakeup calls, too? Damn, I need an Athena in my life, she'd make it so much easier.

Ghost's travel essentials: grenades, flashbangs, ammo, weapons of death and destruction, portable rifles (for more backpack space!), and different bullets for different occasions, because she's always ready for adventure in Paris! 😁😁😁

Ghost's Outfit of the Day: a really heavy coat for Paris rain. Practicality over fashion, even in the City of Love.

I don't know why I'm writing her travel blog, she's about to fuck shit up and I'm writing her a travel blog. Of all things. I should've done one for Wakanda and Medellin too, dang.

Athena had planned your entire trip out for you almost instantly.

And she made her an itinerary too. First stop is a shoddy safehouse that might have rats. Tomorrow, she meets up with her buddy Ollie to fuck shit up and starts giving away infrastructure damage,

No more waiting. You don’t need any more time—

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything, ma’am.”

This was stupidly funny to me. I can imagine the concern in Athena's voice like, my boss is going insane already? we just got here.

You missed Bucky.

Damn, you missed him.

YEAH *gives darke a side eye* I MISS HIM TOO *starts casting an evil curse at darke* BOUT TIME SOMEONE BRINGS YOU TWO BACK TOGETHER HUH

So take him out of the equation. He’ll kill him if you don’t take care of him. He’ll kill him, them, us. All of us will be dead because of you.

Finish it.

You nodded slowly to yourself, throwing away the blanket and shoving it into the backseat before you threw open the door and stepped into the frigid air of the unit.

I love how Hyde Ghost is her main motivatior to get out of bed.

I need a Hyde Ghost to trash talk me into getting out of bed too.

Oh wait I dont need one I already have my ✨crippling fear of failure✨

“I would recommend eating something before we embark, Captain.” 

Athena said self-care comes first and I love that.

It was the city he almost lost Jack in. It was the city where his nightmares almost became reality. It was the city that led them into this downward spiral.

🎶In NEW YoOoOoRk🎵

I love Duke being so in love with Jack.

If I don't meet someone who sees me the way Duke sees Jack, then what the fuck am I even doing here

“It’s too hot all the time. And too loud. And too bright. And…” 

Me every time I wake up in Filipino summer (bonus if the neighbors decided to day drink and they decide to turn the karaoke machine on)

“Fuck me.”

“Later,” Jack said without missing a beat, “It’ll be fun.”

A laugh leaped from Duke’s throat as Jack scooped the rest of his clothes into a bag and he crossed the room to open the door. He jumped as he caught sight of the person on the other side of the door.

T’Challa.

THE LAUGH I LET OUT

WAS HE THERE THE WHOLE TIME

If he was and he heard them through the door 😭😭

HAHAHAHA

I always love it when your characters interact with T'Challa. He's so well written, and they all bounce off each other so well. Ghost especially. But I've forgotten how much T'Challa was influenced by Duke, and them interacting now after what happened in Berlin is so so good

Now they're swapping proverbs with each other, wow

“It’s always darkest before the dawn,” Duke said, continuing down the hall with the king, “We’re just a little stuck in our morning twilight.”

“When she steps foot in the sun again, tell her to bask in the light.”

tryna out-wise each other

Everyone's on a really fun roadtrip aren't they

Bucky and co + one traitorous asshole named Oliver

“Barnes?” Walsh asked, placing a hand on his shoulder with a frown.

GET YOUR SLIMY HAND OFF OF HIM BEFORE I CUT IT OFF AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR-

BOONIE

God I miss Olympus too

I miss it so much I might start rereading TS&TS just to see it again

nooo she's gonna leave shuri

“Did you just have an idea?”

“Yes, yes I did.”

Shuri smirked, wincing as the elevator opened, letting the warm morning sun shine into the box before they stepped out onto Mount Bashenga, “Was it a good one?”

Boone paused, taking a deep breath and taking in the fresh Wakandan air as she looked over the mountains before she followed the princess toward the jet that was waiting for them, “All my ideas are good ideas.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

me to you whenever you start getting ideas

your ideas scare me and boone's should scare shuri too

Your eyes swept over the people surrounding you and you winced each time you made eye contact with one as Athena chirped before giving you the person’s entire backstory.

Another reason I'd love to have an Athena: she has all the tea about literally everybody. My nosy ass would love that.

The back and forth between Hyde Ghost and Ghost is so funny

That's what my brain sounds like in class sometimes and it is exhausting but I'm letting it play out because it's also entertaining

Fuck Novak being an unkillable cockroach. the real cockroach is Armand fuckin' Russo.

No seriously how did he survive getting shot in the chest like that

WAH WHAT

THERE'S

A SECOND VOICE

WHAT

THE JUMPSCARE THAT WAS THE BOLD FONT

DARKE

A SECOND ONE

THERE'S THREE GHOSTS NOW

FATHER SON AND THE HOLY SPIRIT AMEN

I love how Athena clocks that pencil like remember they've got a pencil. it's sharpened. it's one of those artsy ones that are really sharp and fine. that can stab you in the eye.

Yes. In and out. Easy peasy lemon—

Don’t get overconfident—

oh no it's like an angel and a devil sitting on her shoulder except all three of them are spawns of hell

You’re wasting bullets. One shot. One kill.

there's no such thing as wasting bullets if they're going into Nazis.

I love how terrifying she looks while killing people in front of Russo.

If you've ever seen that clip from The Last Of Us when Joel is torturing someone and smirking while doing it. That's her vibe. And I love it.

she's so pretty when she tortures people

“Oh, great Hanuman!” M’Baku exclaimed with a mischievous grin, “The great General of Wakanda is scared of a ghost story.”

M'Baku is the best character to ever exist.

In fact every character from Black Panther is the best character to exist.

yaaay they're going on a boat

cruise triiiip

I was so caught up with Ghost having two voices in her head plus her torturing russo that I forgot ollie was after her

go away ollie let her be hot and interrogate people in peace

OHHHH THEY'RE FIGHTING

It's cool to see perseus in action from the receiving end of ghost's attacks

“Damnit, (F/N),” Bucky growled, wrapping his arm around your waist as the two of you fell on your sides and you tried to cradle his head from hitting the floor, “Ow.”

“Sorry. My bad,” you said quickly, pushing away from him with a frown as you looked him over, “Are you okay? Your head? Good?”

“I’m fine,” he croaked, sucking a breath as you brushed hair out of his face, “I’m okay.”

when i said i wanted them to be reunited...

god

they're just

why the fuck am i crying

He looked like he did when you brought him home the first time. Sunken cheeks, dark circles under his eyes. You frowned, brushing away another stray strand of hair.

“You need to sleep,” you said, gently thumbing his jawline.

“You need to come home.”

how dare you

do i need to pay for a premium subscription for them to stay together permanently

You couldn’t just leave him, could you?

You said you wanted to make waves.

Nobody crosses you three times and gets away with it.

Yeah, you don’t need him anymore.

And the Rookie doesn't need any more allies. Give ‘em hell.

these three terrify me

“Move your head a little to the left.”

FUCK YEAH

OH I LOVE THAT CHAPTER

THIS IS EPIC

Why would she kill a fellow Hydra operative? And who were the people she’d massacred in the building?

babes. you are literally stepping on the puzzle pieces. just. fuckin. PUT THEM TOGETHER ALREADY

How had it all gone so awry? Was this some kind of stunt by Walsh? Or had (F/N) really just tried to blow up an entire Parisian block?

Knowing (F/N), he was leaning toward the latter.

arson is ghost's idea of a fun Parisian vacation

like I said, she was gonna cost the city of Paris a lotof taxpayer money, repairs and such

but she also got rid of Nazis in the city, so really she did the French a favor.

oh my god

new york and montana reunion

oh my god i cant fuckin wait

i dont have to. ch90 is already here. huzzah

CHAPTER 89: PREY DRIVE

To all my live reactors,

Please, please, please, hide your reactions under a Read More cut. I don’t want any spoilers floating around. 

&

To all my Anonymous Avengers, 

If you want to react in my asks, feel free. However, I won’t be answering any of them until at least Wednesday if they contain spoilers. 

Thank you,

Darke

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He shook his head again before repeating, “You can’t stop him.”

“We’ll see.”

A soft smile curled to your lips before it fell to a twisted smirk and you lunged forward. You drew a ka-bar and threw the coffee table out of your way in one motion. Your knife embedded itself in his thigh before he could react.

The sound that tore through his throat would have been haunting, if it was your first time hearing it. He clawed at your hand as it held the knife in place before your other hand wrapped around his throat.

“Tell me what his plan is,” you hissed calmly, grunting as he fought against you.

“He’ll kill me if I do,” he wheezed, unable to get you off of him as he continued to try and fight back.

“And I’ll kill you if you don’t,” you said with a shrug, “So, pick your poison. Him or me.”

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[adventures-in-trollhunting]

I really like how Jim & Co. constantly try to keep this big secret about trolls and other creatures existing, along with the fact that Jim is the trolllhunter. 

But at the same time his enemies constantly go to his house and get into these really loud fights with him, Blinky and Arrrg visit him pretty much all the time, and Jim practices his sword skills with Toby and Draal in his backyard, like..a lot. 

Like, I know that backyard fences are supposed to provide privacy, but not that much  

[riewritten]

i only remembered the existence of this request after finishing the drabble KJDKJKSDS IM SORRY it's totally far from it but quite the same vibes so I hope this will suffice??@?#?@

i was just summoned to a part-time work meeting at 9 fucking pm while working on my 12-pg major paper, so I figured I needed to destress. that said, this ain't proofread!

SILLY FAVORS

ERWIN X FEM!READER, ERWIN X YOU, NO Y/N

SUMMARY: You're the new neighbor of this random bachelor named Erwin Smith and you subtly—or so you thought—work around gaining his favor.

WORDS: 1.2k | AO3

It's as if doing them silly favors blooms the flowers on top of your head.

By morning, you'd start by including his plants whenever you water yours because he and his father seem too busy to do so. Whenever Erwin is out but his father is home, you’d knock at the door with a Tupperware of some meal you prepared. The old man will ask you to eat it with him but you'll deny and say that you're just on your work break—a thoughtful lie, perhaps, as you don't trust yourself not to hyperventilate with the knowledge that you're inside his giant handsome son's territory.

When you're finally off your shift, you'd sweep around the neighborhood then include his home while you're at it—all the while hoping that you'd be back inside before Erwin passes by. Despite the overwhelming infatuation, you don't want to be seen and make your feelings known.

Because what if he's actually a jerk? What if he's married? What if he's actually a dad, which wouldn't be too far-fetched because—

The doorbell rings.

—because of how buff and mature and fine he actually looks? What if he deems me as someone creepy trying to make my way to him through his poor old man?

Alongside is a voice calling your name.

What if I'm already obsessed with him that my deepest darkest desires could seep out without even talking? See, see, my mind is even imagining him knocking at my doorstep right now!

The doorbell rings and your name is called again, "Are you there?"

It was all but imagination. He is here!

Clearing your throat and trying to tone down the thrill in your nerves, you slowly open the door with head peaking, "Oh hi, Erwin… Mr. Smith's son, right? How may I help you?"

He's wearing his usual suit—not quite sure but he seems to be working in some university—and the Tupperware you gave his father is on his hands. "I heard you've been a great help to my dad lately," a welcoming genuine smile plastered despite a tad tired demeanor.

You'll never wash this piece of plastic again.

"Don't sweat it. It's just that I always end up cooking too much. I'm not used to living all by myself yet," you open the door wider to receive the Tupperware, "I'm glad your father likes my food, though! And I hope I'm not much of a bother."

"If anything, we're the ones bothering you. You're the one new in this town and yet—"

"Oh, no! Please don't think that way. I just don't have too much to do since I work from home and—" then you realized, "oh my god wait I'm so sorry am I bothering you guys by watering your plants every morning?"

He shakes his head with a reluctant chuckle, "In fact, the tomatoes harvested really well because of you," then gives you a plastic bag full of it, "would you mind?"

Goodness gracious, these tomatoes are going to be framed on the wall.

"Framed? Why?"

Fuck.

"I-I mean, my silly morning routine bore fruits, who wouldn't be grateful?"

"You also end up segregating the trash of the whole block. You'll become the neighborhood's hero at this point."

It was intentional; no one would notice my infatuation that way.

"Sorry, I'm just a bit too bored." Scared that your facade will slip if this talk ensues further, you excuse yourself. "I have some chores to do now. Thank you, Erwin! Please have some rest too."

Much to your confusion, he didn't gesture to leave yet. "So, you wouldn't be available if we ask you to eat dinner with us?"

"No," oh my god, why did I say no? How do I take that back? How do I take that back— "I think I'll knock at your father one of these days to tell him my availability. Would that be fine?"

"Okay. Hope to hear from you soon, then."

When the door finally closed, your knees gave up and you propelled a squeal while covering your mouth.

It is until you heard him laugh weakly outside that you realized you shouldn't have done that. Perhaps you should've covered your mouth more, or was aware beforehand that he seems to be sharp with your cues. Oh, no. You really might be terribly obsessed with him that your fluster slipped that easily.

Due to embarassment, you scheduled the watering routine way earlier; maybe that'd lower the chances of bumping into him.

This breezy calming daybreak, however, while tiptoeing around fences to sprinkle his precious leaves with water, your solace got terribly rattled.

It’s him, seated on a bench with a cup of coffee in his hand. Despite the cold breeze, he is wearing a white shirt too fit for his body. As if you're not flustered enough, you figured the sight of his broad arms would cause your death.

"Why are you so cautious in watering our plants?"

"Since when have you been there?"

Both questions were asked at the same time so he initiated to answer, "An hour ago. I actually went out first before you." he doesn’t seem repulsed, though. If anything he’s trying to hide a sneer.

Okay, to put it simply;

He saw the way you cautiously turned your head all over the surroundings before stepping out of the door. He was watching as you stared at his plants for five minutes with a fond smile. He was listening while you were singing and grooving and sweeping across your garden.

You silently covered your mouth in realization, too taken aback to even process the shame.

But before it could intimidate you, Erwin offered a cup. "I am just about to call you for this coffee but watching you tiptoe towards me got a bit too amusing."

"Oh my god," you shot him a truly horrifying look. "How would I fight the urge to run back into my house with tears when you say it that way?"

"The poor coffee will get cold. Would that help you fight the urge?"

"Oh my god," you realized it again. "You made that for me?"

"I'm actually quite nervous that you don't drink coffee. Do you?"

"I do!" Even if you don't, you will!

He casually reached for your hand to let you hold the cup yourself; the slight contact sent a tremendous jolt all over your body. You were ushered to their garden table afterward but before sitting down he remarked, "You didn't knock to tell my father about your availability."

"I forgot." you lied, "It's been how many days since then? Three? I'm so sorry."

"He said your schedule of watering plants is around six in the morning. You've been an hour early since then.”

"C-change of routine?"

He hummed in acknowledgment and teased further, "Have you finally figured out the amount of food to cook every lunch, though?"

Well, you stopped knocking at their door to bring his father excess dishes. However, "How did you know that much? Where were you the past few days?"

"I'm working at home for a while. I'm kinda looking forward to your lunch meals, though. My father loves it more than my cooking."

"I'm cooking steak for lunch today!" you blurted out. Oh god, that was supposed to be cooked this weekend! "Want some? I can bring a Tupperware to—" He shook his head no. "Oh... okay.”

"We'll cook it together this dinner," he sipped his coffee, "We'll help you."

I'll die of a heart attack.

"Don't worry, I'll cool down the house for you."

Not only did he hear you again, but he also knew damn well what it was about. Like earlier, he riled your fluster up instead of consolation, "Fight the urge to run back with tears now, though. Not until you finished that coffee."

i made this for like 2 hrs and this was the best 2 hrs of my day lol. also, this is not a one shot anymore. i love dadwin and im gonna project thru this fic.

[animesllut666]

Reacting to you eavesdropping

Type: Headcannon

Anime: Haikyuu

Characters: Oikawa, Daichi

Warnings: Cursing, mention of sex, cops, yelling, cheating, not proof read

Summary: Your neighbors were throwing a party, and shouting could be heard and the cops were called. And you? Yes.. were eavesdropping.

A/N: Neighbors got the cops called on them the other night... It was entertaining. And YES I AM ONE OF THOSE NEIGHBORS. That stands outside or takes out my trash, or take my dog outside.

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DAICHI:

IGHT

SO ITS ALREADY CANNON

HE BECOMES A COP LATER IN LIFE

AND I ALREADY KNOW

THE SECOND, THE SECOND HE REALIZES ITS AT YOUR APARTMENT COMPLEX

He'll have to worry about you 'suddenly' forgetting something in your car

Or walking your dog/trying to figure out a way to walk your cat.. without being suspicious.

But before all of that

You were just chilling in your place, exhausted from the week and realizing you had to do it all over again

But something catches your ear, as your trying to relax

"FUCK YOU! YOU LYING BASTARD!"

Your face forming in shock, and also a bang of excitement spreading through your body

Springing up from your seat, scaring your cat in the process

"Omfg...OMFG..their at it again?!"

Your neighbor was for a lack of a better term, a hoe and a player.. That currently from your count, had three Girlfriends and one boyfriend.

They didn't know about one another though, but one had the feeling something wasn't right

And for the past two weeks

Has been sitting outside in their parked car

Watching and waiting

Even asking you a few questions

And no one deserves to be cheated on regardless of how you feel about them

Just ain't right

So you told her everything you knew

And now...

Shit was going down

"YOU TOLD ME I WAS THE ONLY ONE! THREE YEARS WE'VE BEEN TOGETHER"

"I can't believe you would believe me"

OUCH

You were standing in front of your door, ear pressed to the door

Though with how loud they were being you didn't need to do that

"You're a real piece of work, you know."

"But yet here you are, still hung up on me"

"You know, you're looking really pathetic right now"

And that was the final straw for the girl

A sharp slap was heard, and then shouting

And the door to hall was opened

And you?

Running around trying to find your shoes

Cuz sure

It was sad, and unfortunate

BUT YOU WERENT GLING TO MISS THIS AT ALL

hearing more shouting, and a "Baby!? Who are these people, why are you wearing my boyfriend's shirt?"

A squeal escaped your mouth, at the familiar voice.

It belonging to his second girlfriend

That left one more, it being the boyfriend to suddenly show up

"I'm his girlfriend. Who are you?! His sister?" The first girl asked, a wavier in her voice

"IM HIS GIRLFRIEND!" Girl number 2 stated, the one that had been spying on him

"wait.. I'm his girlfriend as well, but not anymore." The third spoke, "Okay, bye not like I can't find another girl."

Another slap was heard, "Fuck you!"

"You already did sweetheart" He chuckled out, your mouth forming in a frown at how this guy was acting

Hearing a car door close, and a sound of a radio from outside. You slipped on your shoes, knowing by now with all this commotion someone had to call the cops

But imagine YOUR OWN SURPRISE WHEN YOU SEE YOUR BOYFRIEND

IN ALL HIS GLORY

Standing right in front of your fucking door

Hand tightly gripping the doorknob

And trying with all your strength, too open it

Cuz you want to see what the fuck was going on

You could still hear the shouts and harsh slaps and punches going on

Peaking through the peep hole

What the fuck?!

"Daichi I know you can hear me, move"

You saw him shake his head slightly

THIS BITCH

WAS TAKIKG THE JOY OUT OF YOU

"You know you are a real piece of work, I gave you my all and this is how you repay me?" Girl 2

"You gave me nothing but Chlamydia" POS fired back

"... What?" Girl 1 whispered, a gasp coming through

"okay Daichi please take this young lady outside, we need to break everyone up"

THIS WAS YOUR CHANCE

Sprinting towards the door, trash in hand, making it seem like you were taking out the trash rather then eavesdropping

Stopping short before grabbing your headphones to make it seem like you couldn't hear anything

And what happens when you *a little TOO enthusiast* open the door?

Trash swinging a little.bit too much

Everyone heads whip in your direction

But the only one that catches your eyes?

Daichi

AND DAICHI GIVES YOU THAT LOOK

LIKE BITCH WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FOING

GET BACK INSIDE

STOP BEING A NOSY NANCY

FIRE IS BEHIND HIM, HIS EYES NARROW AMD HIS LIP PULLS BACK A LITTLE

He is holding on to one of the girls, her fists balled up, still seething from all of this

And guess who walks in at that exact moment

Boyfriend number 1

And your fucking SHOOKTH

WHY WAS HE HERE?

HE COMES ON THE WEEKEND AT EXACTLY 12PM

"oh, well looks like this all worked out." He said with a monotone voice, a smirk forming on his face.

"I told you if you ever cheated again, I was going to end you"

WHAT?!

And then

Shit went down

And you?

Retreated back inside, cuz you were already in deep shit with Daichi

You didn't want to get caught in the cross fire of the fists and kicks being sent from everyone

But the time everything ended, it was midnight

Your eyes slowly dropping, a knock at the door startling you awake

And you knew who it was

"What have I told you about eavesdropping?"

OIKAWA:

He loves eavesdropping

He'd be the type to wake you up at 3am cuz the neighbors are fighting

And you got to tell him "Go to bed, they aren't fighting"

"But babe, there banging on the wa- oh"

But the times THE ARE FIGHTING

You have caught him, outside hiding behind the fake plants and the lawn chairs.

Even though the balcony was a closed off one

Meaning

NO ONE COUPD SEE HIM

HE LEGIT JUST COULD DUCK AND BE HIDDEN

"Baby-chan, hurry hide they'll see you" he waved you over, motioning for you to duck down with him

Straight up, was done with him at that moment.

Just.. what the fuck

🙃😒

"I knew I should have accepted IWA love confession"

"Well now it's to late baby, now GET DOWN"

So what do you do?

You get down

Cuz at that moment, your neighbor was feeding his wife LIES ABOUT WHY HE WAS HOME AT 4AM

"Baby, I think your being a little dramatic right now."

Oikawa and your own face formed in an O, at the sentence that was just spoken.

Both thinking the same thing, a shit eating grin on both of your faces

"Oh.. maybe your right, maybe I am being a little dramatic. Who wouldnt be cool as a cucumber when their loving"

You both felt that poison at the way she said "loving"

Oikawa started to lightly slap your arm, at the excitement of this all unfolding

Stop you mouthed at him, but started to feel panic as he slowly crept towards the wall of the balcony

"stop" you whispered

"I want too their faces"

"Loving husband that for the fourth time, in the past two weeks has arrived home at 4am. My loving and supportive, hardworking husband, that lost his job a month ago. Because he was caught fucking the Bosses wife, but what do I have to worry about being dramatic?"

You both were now, silently (loudly honestly) hitting each other in the arms.

Who cares if you had work in five hours

This HOT ASS TEA AND DRAMA WAS WORTH IT

"Oh, also, I have the papers for a divorce on the table. And Im fucking your sister,"

"Damn!"

You both slapped your hands over his mouth at the sudden holler

Faces red

But at the same time, not upset for being caught

"Who the fuck is there?! You think this is funny?"

"Oh shut up, an stick a sock in it. We both know, you look pathetic right now."

The rustle and the knocking over of the plant and chairs, causing your cover to be blown even more

But you two didn't care

"SHE SLEEPING WITH HIS SISTER!"

"I KNEW I HEARD ANOTHER WOMEN MOAN IN THERE ROOM THE OTHER NIGHT!"

"I wonder who will get their place, or they'll just move out"

"Idk, but I'm beat from all that.. who are texting?" You asked, your boyfriend on his phone his thumbs almost a blur

"Tell Iwa about this shit babe, I've been keeping him and guys posted about it."

[jinnieboosworld]

The Boy Next Door Is A Murderer

Seonghwa x Fem Reader

Ep 1 {The Sounds Of Murder}

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Enemies to Lover, Character Development

Warning: Lots of Talks of Murder, Y/N is doing the Most, stalking

Description

Y/n a college student who majors in criminal psychology and profiling and who also has an obsession with anything true crime starts to get suspicious of her next-door neighbor after seeing him dispose of a weird-looking bag. She can't help but investigate him further of course she can't go to the police unless she has enough evidence. Could it be that she just has an overactive imagination, and he's completely innocent?

Word count: 550

Something to listen too

Officers found her burnt body in a trash bag in the dumpster behind her apartment.

<Crunch> [the sound of you eating chips]

“I knew it” “It was so obvious on the security camera footage.”

It was a Saturday and you were doing your usual weekend routine. Watching murder documentaries, while eating an unhealthy amount of food, and yelling at the tv about how dumb the investigators were being.

<Bump> <Dum> <Dump> [Crash and bangs coming from the empty apartment next door]

“What is that”

Getting up from the couch, you walk over to your room that has a shared wall with your neighbor. You put your ear against the wall, and you hear footsteps and people talking.

“I didn’t know that was apartment was rented out”

A few hours later, you heard a knock on your door.

“Hi I just moved in next door, my name’s Seonghwa. I just came came here to bring you this, as a friendship invitation.”

He said extending his hand to give you a tin of cookies.

“Thank you, my names Y/N, and shouldn’t I be the one giving you a gift.”

“No it’s fine, I, I just wanted to be on good terms with my neighbor.” he said with a pleasant smile.

“Well I hope we can be on more than just good terms.” You stated in a seemingly flirtatious tone.

“Uhh,” he said a bit flustered

“No no not in that way but like in a friendly way, you know like we can be friends,” you said panicky.

“Oh yeah, I hope that we can be friends too.” he expressed with a relieved smile.

“I'm still unpacking so I have to go, see you later”

“Oh ok see you later”

<Clack> <Clack> [The sound of your heels against the marble floor of your apartment building hallway]

You were coming home from your internship at a criminal psychology facility, which was the reason you were dressed up all fancy.

As you tiredly jammed your key into the lock. You heard shuffling behind you. You turned around to see Seonghwa speed walking down the hallway.

“Oh Hi Seonghwa,” you said smiling and waving

“Oh uh hi,” he responded nervously

You looked down and saw him carrying a strange-looking bag.

“Um what's that,” you said a little creeped out

“It's it's nothing. Uh, I have to go, see you later,” he said and rushed off.

“Something about this is unusual,” you thought to yourself.

So you did the next logical step and followed him.

“Ugh,” he expressed panting while throwing the bag in the dumpster

“Whatever it was it was heavy,” you thought to yourself, standing beside a wall of the building.

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn't even realize he was walking straight towards you.

“What are doing,” he said in a serious manner.

“Uh i was, I was just taking a walk” you said nervously

“You were just taking a walk at night all alone, behind the building, by a dumpster,” he stated, obviously suspicious of you.

“Yup”

He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Ok, be safe and don't stay out too late. Who knows how many creeps are lurking around.” he said in an almost threatening? tone

“Oh ok thank you,” you said bowing

That was so creepy

Ep 2 Title and Theme Hint

Dandelions: Growth, Hope, Healing

Lily: The Cycle of Birth, Death, and Rebirth

Chrysanthemum: Death

Rose: Romance, Love, Beauty, Courage

Yellow Tulips: Happiness

[jay-and-dean]

Worse

Dean x reader

Summary : Is it possible to love someone so much, you just wish you’re lucky enough to die first ?

Warnings : This is ANGST. I’m not kidding, this is panic attack, suicidal thoughts, grieving, light thought of murder, borderline domestic violence angst. This is kinda Dark and be careful that it’s not too triggering for you, please.

Wordcount : 1.8 k

Note : This is my fic for @negans-lucille-tblr​‘s 6k “roll the dice” writing challenge. My genre prompt was Angst (I think you got it by now) and my prompt was “I’ve been pulling you close but pushing me further”, it’s blod in the fic. 

December is a harsh month for me, so here is a harsh fic.

Jay’s Masterlist

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           Dean did it again.

           He swore on his life he wouldn't, you should have known that it meant nothing.

           How fucking ironic it is ? Dean Winchester swearing on his own life that he will try to protect it, that he won't shield every person on Earth with his soul and body.

           You're holding your painful chest, sitting on that stupid bed in this stupid motel room where nothing makes any sense anymore because your world is crumbling again. And your mind is going all the way down its own spiral of pain, the worst there is.

           Your breath is short and your thoughts go so fast, a super computer giving you all the details of the movie that will be your life once Dean is gone.

           The silence.

           The implacable silence in the bunker, the void left by the end of his voice, the kind of silence that hurts so much it could kill you, harassing cruelly, again and again, with no break at all until you're ready to open your skull on a wall to make it stop.

           That kind of silence.

           The empty bed back home, the empty room. Your mind makes emptiness rain on you : Empty kitchen and no bacon, no joy ever, no sex, no one holding you and telling it's going to be okay. No one really understanding you and no hero on Earth, no butterflies ever again. No reason to live. Empty heart. Empty life.

           Empty fucking world.

           In the middle of this chaotic din, you think of his toothbrush, of throwing it in the trash because he won't need to clean his cute, going slightly inward, teeth ever again. Of his clothes waiting on the closet forever, and how fast the smell on it will fade.

           You think of the nights spending screaming for him to come back because nothing is bearable without him, nothing... Screaming until you can't, strangling yourself with sobs, knowing it won't help because begging, threatening and bargaining won't change a thing.

           And the days being even worse.

           You think of the moment you will manage to forget the loss just enough to breathe, for a second, sitting on your bed, imagining he is just gone to the bathroom and that he will show up, pass this door again... Then remember he will never look back in your eyes again, fall even harder... And now you want to die.

           Right now.

           Even if all this is not real yet, even if Dean is still alive, you just want to die. You need to stop feeling anything forever now, just not exist because you don't want to be here when all of this happens.

           And it will happen.

           He just proved it. Your love for him doomed you and you're done praying that anyone listening would let you take his burdens...

           Your thoughts shatter when he opens the door of the motel room and walks in with his heart beating and his chest breathing, blood running through his veins... But seeing him is not a relief this time, not anymore, and the deafening fear is still compressing your ribs with its vise talons.

"Baby" he sighs and you whimper at the pain of thinking one day you won't hear it anymore.

           Everything hurts.

           Until now, you always managed to calm after Dean almost died. It always took a few days being extremely anxious, living in the shadow of fear, feeling like nothing had any meaning anymore, but he always managed to make you whole again. With empty promises that he won't leave you, that he will always be by your side...

           Bullshit.

           Last time, the unbearable despair of knowing he will go before you didn't leave you completely, and you still suffer this horrible void caused by the idea that nothing worth living, if it is not forever.

           This time, you know it, that horrible sorrow won't leave you. Not ever.

"Dean, it's over."

His big green eyes widen and his large body comes in front of you. His beloved body that you will have to burn one day, watching it as flames eat his freckled skin and flesh, as they turn to nothingness the man you love.

"Don't say that" he groans. "Baby, look at me. I didn't know for the metal thing."

You close your eyes, seeing the vampire impale him on this stupid bar again and again and it's like the spikes goes through you too.

"You know this one is not on me" he sighs. "It's not like I did it on purpose !"

"This one" you mutter his words in echo. "Maybe if you hadn't worn my heart out with all the times it was actually 'on purpose' like you say..."

He squats in front of you but you can't look at him. He was ready to say goodbye... Again. He was ready for you to lose him, who cares if you are ready or not.

"Don't say that..." he tries to touch your cheek with his fingers, the ones you held while performing that horrible spell to save him at Death's door.

To save him against his will.

           But you flinch away and repeat.

"It's over. I won't watch you die."

"I won't, Baby" he tries again but those lies are hollow and your soul burned out.

You get up and pace the ugly room, unable to bear his face so close after seeing it turn dead pale once more.

"You know how lucky you are ?" you say in a broken voice, way too sad to cry. "You're obviously ready to die, to leave me. You will be the one leaving first and th-that is the luckiest place..." he looks down and takes a loud inhale. "You're so fucking ready to quit."

"I'm not" he states but you ignore his words, they are just wind now.

"But I'm not" you continue, seeing tears fill his perfect eyes. "I can't... O-one day I will have to burn your body, Dean... How selfish is it ? Have you ever thought of what happens after your stupid blaze of glory ?" he keeps his eyes down without saying a word and you could hit him, you want to but instead you let out a desperate strangled scream of pain. "HOW FUCKING SELFISH ARE YOU ! YOU'RE WILLING TO SAVE EVERYBODY BUT ME !"

The burning rage rises in your soul, in your body, and it's like flames were consuming you too, like you were on a stake. Your skin is burning, blood boiling and your heart feels like ember.

"Y/n" he tries, paralyzed by his inability to face this paradox :

If he keeps trying to save you and everybody else with his life, it will kill you ; but if you die, he still burns.

           Is it possible to love someone too much ? Is it possible to actually die of love ? Is it possible that it is too late, that you're already dead...

"I CAN'T SLEEP BECAUSE YOU" you scream and a costumer of the motel yells for you to shut up behind the wall, you couldn't care less. "FUCK YOU DEAN WINCHESTER !"

He walks to you but the blazing pain is killing you, and you push him violently, making him step back in a huff.

"It's the job, Baby, you know that" he tries but it feels like gasoline on the pyre of your heart.

"Those suicidal shits to talk to Death ! Fucking OD on meds !" you feel tears roll on your face, down your chin and chest, but you don't think you're crying, or maybe you have been all this time... "Michael ! HELL ! THE MA'LAK BOX ! I NEVER FORGAVE YOU FOR THAT !"

"Y/n... I'm trying..."

"You should have tried harder ! I have been there, following you everywhere, accepting your stubbornness. I've been pulling you close but pushing me further. I'm dying of loving you Dean... I have to go."

You turn to put your clothes in your bag.

"You can't leave" he states, coming closer.

"WATCH ME !"

With hunter speed, he wraps his arms around you, hard and fast, with all his strength, preventing your every moves. All you can do is scream, and hit his arms to get free like they were enemies.

"You... You're not leaving me Y/n" he states through tears while you're fighting like you can. "You can't leave me... You're the meaning of my life... I love you more than anything in the world."

"LIAR !" you sob, hitting him with all you have, hitting him with your pain and your panic, with the despair that is consuming you.

You're fighting in a desperate last attempt to survive, like it was your last breath but when he squeezes your weak body harder, you hit and scratch every parts of him you can reach even more.

"I could die for you" he sobs.

"DON'T SAY THAT ! LET ME GO" you scream again, your voice hoarse and throat sore.

The neighbor knocks on the wall... And your eyes catch a glance at your gun at reach.

           You grab it with the speed of rage and point it to Dean's temple. Nothing matters anymore, and maybe if you both died in that dirty room, you would end up together in Hell...

           He doesn't move. You look at his tears soaked face, this face you love more than it is healthy to, to his tired wrinkled eyes, so red that the green seems greener... You cry at how beautiful he is, and press the barrel harder on his temple.

"I could kill you..." you mutter with clench teeth through your blurred mind.

"Do it" he orders. "DO IT !"

His shouting makes you flinch when his nose grazes yours at how close he is.

"WHY IN HELL WOULD YOU SAVE MY LIFE TO LEAVE ME AFTER ! I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU !" he screams and presses his head harder on the gun. "LEAVING OR PUTTING A BULLET IN ME ARE JUST THE SAME ! SO GO ON ! DO IT !"

           You fall.

           His arms catch you and keep you up, but every crumb of your will just fell. The gun slips from your hand...

           A few years ago, you swore to love Dean forever, even if it meant death or Hell or even worse... So you will stay here, just here in his trembling arms until you have to burn him, for you neither can face that cruel paradox.

           You know you will walk on that pyre, that day, and hold him until the end. You will burn, but you will stay...

           Because this is it.

           This is worse.

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[maplecornia]

chapter 25

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 2.19K

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst | bts x female!reader | ot7

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔞/𝔫: idk about you, but i really like this chapter, i think it's super FLUFFY

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: cliffhangers | angst | fluff | slight mentions of self hatred | depression | mental health illness | self harm | occurs in the year 2024 | set in a timeline where BTS went to the military together | slight language

tags: @kookaine | @fangirl125reader | @kookiebbyxx | @taradevonne | @rae-bear |@mangminnie | @pixiekooo

"You're an idiot."

"How was I supposed to know it was that high?! You're lucky I didn't drop your cake."

You smile, you can't help it. Spending the day with him wasn’t as bad as you thought it was. The time at the cafe was enjoyable, even when he decided it was a smart idea to try and climb on top of a wall, you found yourself content and happy.

It was definitely better than being alone.

"If you did, you wouldn't be standing." You mutter, trying to keep your voice smooth and calm. He lets out a soft gasp, turning to you in mock fear.

"You're scary."

"Maybe." You purse your lips, but can't keep the sly grin from spreading on your face.

When he asked you to spend time with him, you didn't imagine that it would be this fun. He took you to a cafe, and as soon as you started talking it was as though the two of you had known each other for years. Glancing over at him, you study his features just like you did the first time you saw him across the hall.

He's the type of person you feel comfortable with, someone you can rely on.

"You know what I just realized?" he says, pausing in the middle of the sidewalk. You turn to him, raising your brow.

"What?" You ponder when he doesn't finish his thought right away.

"We never introduced ourselves." You chuckle as he runs up to you before holding out his hand. Looking at it with a skeptical look, you hesitate before taking it.

"My name is Hwang Sunoh, it's a pleasure to meet you, madam."

You smirk, shaking your head at his overdramatized accent.

"I'm Yen Lin...well I suppose here you'd call it like, Lin Yen." You respond and can't help but smile at his giddy grin.

"It's nice to meet you."

Hwang Sunoh.

It's surprising how just yesterday, he was someone who had dampened your day. Now, he's able to bring a smile on your face without hardly lifting a finger. You can't help but feel a bit free. When you're around people like him, things just seem so easy. It's hard for you to remember that there was a time when you didn't feel this way.

It's hard for you to realize that the world can be cold.

Releasing him, you turn to start on your path home but freeze.

Your heart begins pounding, your palms turning cold as you notice the figure standing in front of your apartment complex. Shocked, you step back a bit, trying to make out his facial features, but his back is to you.

"It can't be..." You murmur under your breath.

There's no chance it can be him, can it?

Memories of the day on the bridge. The moments where he held your hand. That faint crinkle to the sides of his eyes when he smiled...The body is the same, the hair has the same curl, his jawline holds the same flawless curve.

Sunoh looks from you to the stranger with curiosity.

"Do you know him?" he questions, peering into your face, but you don't answer. You can't answer. Your throat has gone dry and you find that it's hard for you to breathe.

What if it is him? What would you do then?

You never thought you'd see him again, but what happens if he found you?

Swallowing hard, you walk forward, but the figure turns around and you balk, freezing once more.

It's not him, but someone else.

Someone even more surprising.

"Tae?"

Once he catches sight of you, he rushes forward, pocketing his phone.

But why? Why is he here?

As he draws closer, you can see that his eyes are locked on you, that he doesn't pay much attention to anything else. His eyes are full of worry, and his brow is furrowed with resolution. For a moment, you forget about Sunoh standing next to you, you forget about everything else. Once more, it's only you and him.

His feet pounding as he reaches a stop next to you, he takes you by the shoulders and lowers his face so that he's eye to eye with you. Eyes wide, you blink at him, forgetting to breathe for a moment.

"Are you okay?!" Confused, you don't answer him at first. Taking that as a bad sign, he begins to examine you, looking up and down for any injury, any scar, anything to show that you had been hurt in some way. Pressing his hand to your forehead to check for a fever, he growls a bit in frustration. "You weren't answering your phone, do you know how worried I was?!"

Taehyung?

Worried about you?

Someone tell me I'm dreaming.

Stunned, all you can do is look at him, unable to move an inch. Sunoh, extremely confused, looks between you and Taehyung, trying to piece two and two together. For one, why is an idol fussing over you as though you were a lost kitten? For another, how did you know a member from the most renowned and respected group in Korea?

Smiling a bit to himself, he can't help but chuckle.

Yen, you're more impressive than I thought.

That small sound catches Taehyung's attention.

As soon as he realizes the two of you have company, he pulls away, his grip tightening on you almost protectively. He turns to Sunoh, his brow furrowing with foreign hostility. At the reaction, Sunoh steps back a little, chuckling nervously.

"Ah...hello?" he mumbles, but all Tae does is raise his eyebrow, unamused.

"Who is this?" he asks you, and you finally wake up, turning to your new friend. Eyes wide, Sunoh looks to you as though you are the only one who can save him.

"Oh, he's my friend." You answer for him, edging a bit closer to him so that Taehyung doesn't attack. Nodding to him, he smiles nervously and holds out his hand once more, introducing himself.

"I'm Hwang Sunoh, nice to meet you."

Taehyung doesn't say a thing, doesn't even take his hand. He looks at it as though it were a thing he found in the trash and regards Sunoh with an icy glare. Apprehensive, Sunoh chuckles weakly, and pulls back from him, rubbing his neck.

"Uhm...Sunoh, why don't you go on ahead? I'll get my things later, okay?" You say, offering him an escape and he takes it gratefully. Stepping back a bit, he bows to Taehyung before making a break for the complex. You chuckle a bit at his frantic flee before turning back to Taehyung.

He's not really looking at you, his gaze distant and almost respondent. Confused, you squirm underneath the uncomfortable silence, wondering what exactly he needs. Why he's here. Biting your bottom lip, you try to catch his eye, but he avoids it.

"What was that about?"

At your voice, he looks up, his eyes dark and unreadable. For a moment, you wonder if he's upset, and it makes you a bit frustrated. What is there to be upset about?

"Who is he?" he asks again, his voice deep and demanding. Biting the inside of your cheek in annoyance, you cross your arms. Just because he's having a bad day doesn't mean that he has to take it out on you.

"He's my neighbor..." Once you realize you're giving in to his tantrum, you shake your head. "Why does it matter? What's wrong?"

He looks at you with those eyes, causing you to lose your cool and almost squirm under his gaze. But you don't look away, what is there to be ashamed of? You didn't do anything wrong. Rolling your eyes, you shake your head and brush past him.

If he's not going to say anything then there is no reason for you to stay.

Taehyung rolls his eyes at your stubbornness and grabs you by the arm, turning you around. You open your mouth, ready to say an angry retort, but with one fierce look, he shuts you up. Taking your hand, he pulls you behind him. You try to pull away, only managing to when he stops.

"Kim Taehyung, what the hell do you think you're doing?" You demand, but all he does is offer you a sideways glance before turning to the sunset.

"Look." He murmurs, and you narrow your eyes at him before obliging.

You let out a small gasp, finding it hard to breathe. How can you when met with beauty such as this? He smiles at your expression, his eyes tender and affectionate.

"I wanted to show you." He explains, even though he knows that you can hardly hear him.

He has taken you to the small overlook in front of your complex. It offers the two of you a beautiful scene of the sun setting on the Han River. It's almost as if the sea is swallowing it, melting it into a palette of oranges and reds almost as if it were the mere paints dripping from a canvas. Smiling, you step forward until you reach the bar that protects you from falling over the edge.

Turning to him, you regard him with curious eyes.

"You came here just to show me this?"

Blinking, he doesn't answer you at first. He doesn't know what to say. If he were to say the truth, that his mind was clouded and he needed to find a way to clear it. If he said that he wanted to see you because you were the only one who could free him from the voices that continue to tell him he's not enough. If he said that he came to remove you from his mind...

What would you do then? Would you still look at him the same? Or would he lose you all over again?

Clearing his throat, he tears his eyes away from you. Perhaps this way, it will be easier to lie.

"No, I came because I was worried." He mumbles. Noticing your confused expression, he sighs, running his hands through his wind-kept hair. "You weren't answering your phone."

For a moment, as the sun catches his face, you're distracted from the beauty nature has to offer you. Instead, you focus on him. A beauty that is impossible to describe in mere words. A beauty that is impossible to touch, impossible to keep, for fear that it would be lost as soon as you touched it. It's like the light. Though you may try to hold it in your fingertips, after a while, it slips away. It always slips away, it never stays.

He will never stay.

Swallowing the growing lump in your throat, you turn away. It hurts too much. In some ways, this is worse than when he was a country away. When he didn't know you existed. At least then, you knew that you had no chance of losing yourself to someone you'll never meet. But now...

Now he's so close, but he feels so far away.

Will it always be this way?

Will you always have that impenetrable wall between the two of you?

Where he will always be the idol, and you will always be the fan?

In the distance, you can spy the same bridge that you met him on. The same bridge where your world was changed. Turning to the man beside you now, you entertain the thought that he's the real man in the mask. Smiling at the notion, you chastise yourself. It can't be him.

After all, the universe can't be that kind.

"Taehyung?" you murmur, hoping he doesn't catch the thickness in your voice, or the lump threatening to break.

"Hm?" he responds absentmindedly, and you close your eyes at the sound of his voice behind you. If you wish hard enough, will the two of you be able to stand side by side as equals?

Or will he forever be that far?

"Why did you give me your number?"

The question catches him off guard, and he opens his eyes, turning to look at you. Though your back is to him, it's wracked with tension and unspoken words. Almost as though you were preparing to be let down.

Again.

He bites his bottom lip, trying to choose the best words to say to you. When he notices the way you clench and unclench your hands at the sound of silence, he smiles softly before stepping forward.

Standing close, mere inches away from you, he takes your hand gently in his fingertips. Before you have a chance to pull away, he brushes his lips lightly across your knuckles. Speechless, you find your heart constricting with unimaginable longing.

After a moment, he raises his eyes to yours, his lips still pressed against your skin. A sultry look, you find your breath shortening, your heartbeat fluttering an unheard tune. He smiles at your wide, innocent eyes before lowering your hand and using his to brush back your hair.

"Well, we're friends. Aren't we?" he responds, his hand resting on your cheek for a moment before he releases you and steps away.

Always a considerable distance apart.

From the moon and the star.

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[yesttoheaven]

I SEE YOU – chapter III

pairing – arthur fleck x female!reader

wc – 2.6k

warnings – just fluff and a little bit of angst

English is not my first language. I am getting help from google translator and he is not always a good ally, so I apologize for any typos or grammar errors.

Y/N – your name

Y/L/N – your last name

🔴 chapter one. chapter two. chapter three.

The actress looked around, enjoying the apartment where Arthur lived with his mother. The place was small, very different from what she was used to, but this simplicity was nostalgic and reminded her of her childhood; when everything seemed simple, despite the difficulties.

Unfortunately Arthur was still at work, but Penny assured her that he would be back soon and added that Y/N could wait for him. At first Brian didn't approve of this idea, considering that the actress was going to an important dinner tonight, but he should know that it’s impossible to say no to her puppy eyes. Now Brian is probably driving to Misty's house, ready to take her to Y/N's apartment, exactly as they agreed the day before. The only difference would be the absence of the actress, but this would be justified with: "She's at Angelina's." Although the plan was apparently perfect, leaving her alone with practically unknown people was worrisome. Y/N's safety was his responsibility. If something happened to her, Brian would never forgive himself, but she stated with all the letters that she would stay inside the apartment, waiting for him with Arthur and Penny. And they were not bad people.

Y/N didn't like to involve Brian in this web of lies, but Misty knew how to be stifling when she wanted to. Visiting Arthur was not illegal, but she didn't see it that way. In her conception, to be friends with Y/N Y/N/L you need to have a bank account with many zeros after the comma.

Placing her manager at the bottom of her thoughts, Y/N's eyes fell on the small table next to the couch she was on. A few magazines were spread out and a shy smile crossed her lips. She would probably never get used to it.

Noticing the young woman's interest in magazines, Penny said:

"This actress is so graceful."

"You think? I hear only bad things about her." Y/N replied, taking one of the magazines and placing it next to her face, reproducing the cover.

When the realization reached Arthur's mother, she looked at Y/N with wide eyes, thinking it was a mirage caused by the effects of the medicines she used daily. When she opened the door and found the woman on the other side, Penny didn't imagine that Y/N was Y/N Y/L/N, the same woman who is in all these magazines.

"That was my first cover... six years have passed and I'm still nervous on camera." The actress smiled, leaving the magazine with the other copies.

"You need to excuse me, I'm too old for that... I watch your movies with my son and I was unable to recognize you."

"It's all right, these photos are usually a little bit manipulated. Maybe that's why you didn't recognize me."

The conversation continued pleasantly between them. Penny Fleck didn't feel like she was talking to one of Gotham's biggest actresses; Y/N seemed to be just a nice neighbor, the one who always shows up for a visit at the end of the day. They only knew each other for a few minutes, but it didn't matter, Penny was comfortable, sharing with her a little bit of his life with Arthur, or Happy as she used to call her son. The actress considered this point intriguing, because when she met Arthur, sadness was the only thing that existed on his face like a second skin, but maybe she was just impressed.

...

Every day was exactly the same for Arthur. He went to work, spent the day spinning his sign in front of a store or visited sick children in hospitals – this was his favorite; Carnival loved to bring joy to them. The time to return home represented some relief for the clown. This meant that his co-workers would have to wait for the next day to continue making fun of him. Arthur would always be a joke for everyone.

Tired for another exhausting day at work – or just being who he is – all Arthur wanted at that moment was to relax by smoking a cigarette. Dragging himself out of the elevator, he made his way to his old apartment and took the keys out of his pocket to open the door. He warned that he was back, but his mother did not respond. Arthur suspected she was asleep, but as soon as he put his feet in the living room, his body froze.

The likelihood of them seeing each other again was one in a million, but here she was, surprising him once again. There was no plausible explanation for what he was feeling at the moment. Accelerated heart. Sweaty palms. And the most sincere smile of his entire life. Arthur was genuinely happy. Seeing the actress again was enough to erase all his problems. Y/N was like a breath of fresh air to his lungs. There was something about her, something that you notice from a long distance, but that Arthur can't put into words.

"Happy, your friend was waiting for you." Penny broke the silence, bringing them to reality again.

With a smile, Y/N stood up, running her hands over the dress she wore. She approached the man and greeted him in her soft voice:

"Hi, Arthur. How've you been?" Surprised by her own courage, she touched his shoulder and left a kiss on his cheek.

Arthur felt his cheeks turn into two tomatoes and he automatically looked at the ground, hiding a shy smile in the corner of his lips. But knowing that she was waiting for an answer, he took a deep breath, looking at her again and saying:

"Hey, I'm... I'm good. How about you?"

"I couldn’t be better. I hope I'm not bothering you, your mom said I could stay to wait for you."

"Don't say that, you never bother, dear! Now I'm going to leave you two alone so you can talk." The woman tried to get up and Arthur quickly moved to stand beside her, helping Penny back to the bedroom.

It was easy to see how much he loves his mother.

A few minutes later, Arthur was back in the living room, looking a little nervous about the situation. It was possible to state that the actress felt the same way, remembering the reason that brought her to the other side of the city. She didn't want to say anything in front of Penny, but now she could and the words were stuck in her throat.

"I don't know where to start... I'm so sorry for the way you were treated. They couldn't have done that to you, Arthur."

"How d-did you know?"

"Brian talked to the receptionist..." She said, biting her lower lip in an attempt to control herself, but that was not enough. "I'm so mad at Susan! Who does she think she is to treat you that way?"

"Don't be m-mad at her because of me... It's okay, I'm used to it." Arthur replied, trying to reassure the actress. The last thing he wanted to do was be responsible for erasing her smile, but his words made Y/N even more concerned.

"What are you saying?"

"My life is... different from yours." He murmured, shaking his shoulders as if it didn't matter, but the sad expression on his face showed just the opposite. "I d-don't want to bother you with my stupid problems. This is not worth your time."

"But I have all the time in the world to hear you. Please tell me..." Y/N insisted, still trying to understand what he meant by 'I'm used to it'.

Susan had compared Arthur to a criminal; someone dangerous. She judged him by his appearance. His actions. His somewhat confused way of speaking. No. This is not normal. This is not something that Arthur should just 'get used to'.

"C-Can I get you something to drink?" He asked, shifting the focus of the conversation in the blink of an eye. Just a few more words and he could feel the laughter in the back of his throat, begging to leave. And that was not what he wanted.

"But..." The actress tried again, but acknowledged it was time to stop. She showed one of her beautiful smiles and that was enough to warm the man's heart. "Water, please."

Following Arthur into the kitchen, she stood by the door, watching him. Arthur was not a bad person – and he wasn't a criminal either, as Susan thought. Y/N just wanted to have the opportunity to get to know him better. It was as if the man still has his face paint on; as if he were still Carnival and she desperately wanted to meet the man hiding behind the paint, but Y/N understood that invading his space was not the best way to achieve this.

"Oh, thanks!" She thanked him, holding the cup and drinking, as they walked back to the living room. Pointing to the magazines, she fired: "These magazines are old... Are you a collector or something?"

"Not exactly... It was a few months ago, this guy was throwing the magazines in the trash because nobody wanted to buy, but he sold it to me for half the price..." Arthur's eyes widened when he realized what he had said. He scratched the back of his neck, completely embarrassed, but the actress just started laughing.

"It's okay, Arthur. I like your sincerity." She added, finding the situation funny. "But tell me, what is your favorite?"

The man pointed to the third magazine without thinking twice. Unlike the others, this cover was focused only on Y/N's angelic face. She was holding a white rose; the petals of the flower touching her lips painted in bright red.

"You have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen in my life." He thought aloud, making her blush with his sincere words.

Y/N was constantly praised. Men and women. Different ages. Nationalities. Some were adorable, others completely depraved, but no one was able to make her feel what she was feeling right now.

Arthur was surprised at himself. This trust was not constant in his life, but close to her, it was as if he wanted to try. It was easy, because he was just telling the truth. Her smile was beautiful.

"So... what is this?" After a few minutes of silence, she asked, pointing again at the small table in the center of the living room.

"Oh, this is my journal!" The man picked up his journal and sat down next to her on the couch. "My therapist forced me to have one. I write my thoughts, some new jokes and other things..."

"I love jokes, but I need to confess that clowns are not my point."

"Don't you like clowns?" Arthur was not angry with her, in fact he thought it was funny. "How is this possible?"

"Don't judge me! It's nothing personal... I don't hate them completely, i just get a little nervous." Y/N started to laugh, being accompanied by him. When the laughter stopped, she said: "Now the million dollar question... What did you think of 'Midnight Seduction'? But you need to promise me that you will be honest with your criticism, right?"

The man shook his head in agreement.

"So I can start by saying that the ending was not as I expected, she died..." Arthur knew it was just a fictional death, but Y/N's flawless performance took that scene to another level. He was paralyzed by her talent. Y/N was definitely born to shine. Her filmography was rich.

"My Diana..." The actress spoke fondly about the character, remembering the day she read the script for the first time. Nobody was expecting this. "I like to imagine that she had a second chance. No prostitution. No drugs. Without HIV. And with someone by your side to love."

"This is a good ending, I like it... Rosalind was the only person who cared about her."

"Oh, did you notice?" Y/N asked, leaving the glass of water on the table. "I mentioned this in an interview, but the next day everyone was distorting my words!"

"It's just... love. What's wrong with that?"

"Unfortunately some people will never understand what love is."

Looking at Y/N and Arthur, it was possible to see that they were opposite poles. Their lives were completely different, but it was intriguing how they always found a connection. Time passed quickly, but they were still involved in a long conversation. Y/N loved to hear the man tell about his work as a clown – obviously he didn't mention the bad side. The actress told about NGOs, some trips around the globe and the preparation to play her characters. Each character was a new challenge and Arthur found it fascinating that she lived several lives in just one.

When the conversation followed a delicate path, Y/N considered changing this path, but she gave up and stood up, walking around the living room with a nostalgic smile growing on her lips. Arthur watched a few interviews, but hearing the actress speak directly to him about her childhood in Narrows was different. She lived in a simple house with her mother and brother. The situation was not easy, they did not have much money. Today her mother and brother are living in France, enjoying a wonderful life because of Y/N and her promising career. She missed them. She talked to them on the phone every day, but that was her best decision. Gotham has become a hostile, completely violent city, but it was in the middle of this violent city that her life changed...

"I was working at a restaurant in the downtown when Misty saw me in that hideous uniform..." Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "She said I was too pretty to clean shitty toilets, but cleaning shitty toilets was what puts money on the table at the end of the month... So she said she had an indecent proposal for me. I figured she would offer me a job at a nightclub... I probably would have accepted it. I was desperate to help my family, but she asked if i would like to be famous... A simple answer, "yes" and see how I look six years later. That horrible uniform became the most expensive designer dresses in the world, my mom has a beautiful house and everything she deserves, my little brother is having all the support for his studies and that girl with dreams turned into a famous actress, but..."

Unhappy.

Y/N completed in her mind, she was not strong enough to say that. She was also not ungrateful. Misty turned the girl's life into a fairy tale, but at the same time it took her life. In six years, she never had a break. Her manager was always bringing her a new job. The actress knew this was important for her career, but she didn't have time for anything other than work. She didn't have time to visit her own family. She was stuck.

Arthur heard someone knock on the door, but he kept his eyes on Y/N. The woman was in absolute silence and close to tears. Her smile was gone. She was suffering in front of him and he didn't know what to do to get this pain out of her.

"You should check this out." She murmured and at first he didn't react, but when the person knocked on the door again, Arthur stood up.

The actress took advantage of the moment to compose herself, trying to normalize her breathing, but when she heard that voice, her body just froze. The next minute the redhead appeared in the living room holding her Prada bag and looking at everything with an expression of disgust, but when she saw Y/N, she said:

"Mon cher, why didn't you tell me you wanted to visit your new friend? You know you don't have to lie to me."

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a/n – likes and reblogs are appreciated but honestly I’d love to know what you all think of this one. really hope you enjoy it and thank you soooo much for reading ♡

[sckyie]

word count: 1.8k

genre + warnings: angst; post-break up, alcoholism, depression implied, mentions of death, open ending

pronouns used: she/her

a/n: i needa fix my links, suna imagine after this; valentines event announcement tmo

Death can be a strange thing. As a society, people weep and mourn the death of a loved one or a celebrity. Your body shuts down, scared to move on with life without that certain someone. Everyone responds to differently, but how do you move past the death of a relationship?

It was a rough week, to begin with. Losing the man you fell in love with then losing your job. The endless thoughts of Kageyama filled your head throughout the day. Though you missed him, you always wondered about how he felt.

To Kageyama, the break-up felt like a death in his life. That there was a missing piece of you. His heart hurt at the thought of you. Yet he didn't bat an eye when people asked about you.

You woke up to the bright lights gleaming through your blinds. You sat up, rubbing your sleepy eyes away. The bedroom had become a mess since you broke up. All of Kageyama's things in boxes, broken picture frames scattered, empty beer bottles on the counter. You groaned at the sight but you weren't in the right mind.

You dragged your feet into the bathroom, wishing for something to change. You looked at yourself in the mirror, cringing at how worse it's gotten. Your eye bags and dark circles were more prominent than before. Poking at your face, you sighed knowing everything you're doing is becoming more and more unhealthy. Starting small, you decided to shower before cleaning up a little in your room.

Kageyama had stuck to his usual routine. Wake up early, shower, have small breakfast, practice, come home to you. He had always forgotten that you weren't waiting on him at home. He grew this habit of saying "I'm home," but there was no one to respond.

Nonetheless, Kageyama was doing significantly better than you were. Harsh to say but it was the truth. He had amazing practices with his team, he spent time with his best friends, and he had no worry of you needing attention. His mind would clear for the day, only for it to be clouded with the thoughts of you.

A small bit of cleaning turn into a deep clean where your mind was empty. No thoughts of the break up nor your financial situation. You looked at the boxes and bags at the front of your door. Recycling the old beer bottles, a bag of trash from all over the house, and the one box that haunts you. The box of Kageyama's clothes, gifts and old memories in which you wanted to return to him.

You sighed as you looked at them, your stomach growling to break your silence. Your hand flies to your belly as you walked towards the refrigerator. An empty fridge, what did you expect? You hadn't left the house in days. Closing the fridge, you grabbed your bag and keys before heading out to the grocery store.

Kageyama opened the pantry cabinet to find an empty tub of pre-workout. Checking his other shelves, a lack of food and workout powder was evident. He groaned despite it being his day off, getting ready to go out.

You wondered the aisles taking note of what you need to buy and what not to buy. You cringed at the sight of alcohol, turning away from the cold fridges. Your eyes follow the different products into the next aisle. The items in your basket rustle, shifting the weight around as you trailed into the next walkway.

You looked down adjusting your drinks, walking on the side of the aisle. Kageyama had picked up a new tub of energy supplement, reading the back with all the ingredients. He looks up after hearing someone approach him down the aisle. His eyes widened at the sight of you yet you didn't even see him as you passed.

After fixing your basket, you continued down the aisle in which you knew you didn't need anything from. "Y/n?" You heard. You knew that voice, you could never forget that voice. Slowly, you stopped and turned to see the one person you dreaded seeing.

"Tobio," You muttered. He takes a step towards you, afraid of what you'd do. Your heart ached as Kageyama was standing a few feet away from you.

He stared at you, noticing significant changes in your demeanor. "H-How are you?" You broke the silence.

"I'm doing good, I'm just buying some pre-workout...What about you?" He took a glance at your basket, noticing some medicine among your groceries.

"I'm...okay...I just needed to buy some groceries," Your voice was shaky. Kageyama took a step closer to see what medicine you had picked up.

"Are you sick?" Kageyama tilted his head. "Are you sleeping? You look...tired."

"I'm just, recovering," You sighed. "My head does not concern you anymore." You looked at the ground, the pain in your chest intensifying. He's pitying you.

"It does concern me," His voice was stern. "Just because we broke up doesn't me I stopped caring about you."

"We broke up because you stopped caring!" You raised your tone. "We broke up because you called me a distraction and that you were just taking care of a toddler. You're not my boyfriend anymore, don't try to coddle me."

"Y/n, don't talk-" You took a step towards him.

"Shut up Kageyama. Stop trying to act like everything is okay between us," You cut him off.

"So what? I'm supposed to let you drink our break up away?" He defended. His chest began to sting after hearing you call him by his last name. "I'm not letting you kill your body because I left!"

"Fuck you," You spat, turning and walking away from him.

"Don't walk away from me," Kageyama reaches over and grabs your shoulder to stop you. "You're not going to die because you're out of a relationship. Stop being stubborn."

"I'm already dead," Your eyes were watering, you swat his hand away turning to pay for your items. "I'm done arguing with you Kageyama."

Kageyama wanted to go back and stop you but he could tell that you  were truly heartbroken. It was his decision to leave you. The night of the break up, you had asked him if he could pay more attention to you. It spiraled into an argument about time and how you acted with him. He called you a distraction. A waste of time. The one thing holding him back.

Those harsh words had stabbed you in the back as you left him that night. The next morning, you had been let go by your job due to overstaffing and downsizing. You had nothing left, that's when the drinking started. You thought it'll drown out the pain, it didn't. It only made it worse.

Roughly a week after seeing each other in the grocery store, Kageyama decided to go out for a morning run. Down his path, he spots the house you were renting while you two together. Back then, Kageyama had always brought up the suggestion of moving in together. As he encroached on the front of your gate, a particular sign caught his eye. "For rent?" He read aloud. He peeks into the windows to see an empty home.

One of your neighbors had noticed Kageyama as he went out to get his  mail. "Kageyama?" Your neighbor asks.

Kageyama turned to the unfamiliar stranger. "Yes?"

"You're friends with Y/n, right?" He asked. Kageyama stopped at the word friends, hesitantly nodding.

"How do you know my name?" Kageyama walked towards the neighbor, his eyes fixated on your house.

"Well," Your neighbor opens his garage, walking in to grab something. Kageyama watched as the man came back with a box, his name scribbled on the side. "Y/n asked me to give this to you if you ever came by."

"What?" Kageyama took the box in hand.

"Before she left, she gave me that to give to you," Your neighbor explained. "She said something along the lines of 'I'm too scared to talk to him anymore.' She said you'd come by from a run sometime. I didn't know I'd be so soon."

"Wait, before she left? Where'd she go?" Kageyama asked.

"No clue, I saw her donate a lot of her things but last I saw her, she just gave me that box," He put his arm on the back of his neck. "To be honest, she seemed really sad when she came by."

"Did she say where she was going?" Kageyama looked back at your house, noticing a plant sitting on the railing by your door.

"Only that she was saying goodbye to people," He says.

Kageyama bows to the neighbor before leaving, taking the box to his car. Before driving, he decided to make some calls to his friends about you.

"I haven't heard from her in a while, is she okay?" Hinata responded.

"Last I heard from her she said she wanted to leave," Tsukishima said.

"No clue, has something happened?" Yamaguchi asked.

"Y/n? I have no idea, do you need help finding her?" Iwaizumi says.

Then, his final resort. "Y/n-san..." Oikawa's voice was low. Even though he wasn't in Japan, he knew something. "She called me telling me that...she didn't want anything to do with, well all of us. She told me that after the break up she couldn't bear being around your friends."

"Why would she tell you this? You're not even here," There was hints of pain in Kageyama's voice. "Did she tell you where she was going?"

"She told me because I'm not there to stop her," Oikawa sighed. "Tobio, I'm scared for her."

"Do I have to ask again? Where did she go?" Kageyama's eyes were starting to water. "Is she okay?" Oikawa paused, thinking back to the phone call the two of you had before you left.

"Y/n-chan!"

"Hi Oikawa..."

"Oikawa? Y/n, are you okay?" You never called him by Oikawa, not even when the two of you met.

"I just wanted to, well, let go of something."

"Let go?"

"I'm leaving and I won't be coming back."

"Wait what? Where are you going? Why are you telling me this?"

"Because...this is my goodbye to you...and only you. I don't want to be around Kageyama's friends anymore. I can't stand being with them without connecting them to him. I'm only telling you know because you can't stop me from going."

"Where are you going Y/n? You're scaring me now." Oikawa was concerned of what you were going to do.

"Somewhere where no one will find me," Your voice cracked as you spoke. "Goodbye Tooru. Tell Kageyama I still love him for me?"

"Y/n, wait-" You had ended the call before he could continue talking.

"She just- what disappeared?" Kageyama started his car quickly looking for your contact. "She didn't say anything else?"

"No, I'm sorry Tobio," Oikawa sighed.

"I'll call you back," Kageyama ends the call as he began to drive towards his neighborhood. He taps your contact, waiting for the phone to ring. He waited impatiently, anxiously anticipating your answer.

That was until, "We're sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service."

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[jackalgirl]

Telling vs. Showing

I had posted an excerpt from the Turkey City Lexicon a while back, about "Telling Not Showing", which is one of those things that writers are recommended not to do.

Violates the cardinal rule of good writing. The reader should be allowed to react, not be instructed in how to react. Carefully observed details render authorial value judgments unnecessary. For instance, instead of telling us "she had a bad childhood, an unhappy childhood," specific incidents--involving, say, a locked closet and two jars of honey--should be shown.

I was thinking about this the other night -- and I stress that it came to me by itself, please please don't anyone think I'm calling you out on this, because I am not -- and thought it might be fun* to provide an example. Stick around (under the cut) if you're interested.

* I lie. Aethel and Felix told me to write this, and woke me up early to do so. Fine. I'm done, you two, may I please go get some more coffee? Thank you.

Telling

Felix found Aethel in the galley, reading one of Max’s books. He made a face, wondering why she was reading it. When he’d first met her, it probably would have never occurred to him to ask her why — she’s weird and more than a little scary — but he had come to understand that she put all that weirdness and scariness to service in the way she cared for people, and he knew she cared for him, so he sat down and asked anyway. She looked, he thought, a little relieved to be interrupted, which did not really surprise him. She was very much willing to tell him about it, and in fact confirmed his suspicion that she found the text…how did she put it? Tedious. But she was reading it to better understand the way the people in the Order think, so she was determined to read it anyway. Good luck with that, he thought, and got himself something to eat out of the fridge.

versus Showing

Felix found Aethel in the galley, a book open before her on the common table and a line between her eyebrows. It must be one of Max’s books, he thought. He sat down and she looked up. Perhaps he was imagining it, but it appeared to him that she had a look of relief on her face. “Watcha readin’, Aethel?” He asked her. When he’d first met her, it probably would have never occurred to him to ask her a question like this — she’s weird and more than a little scary — but he had come to understand that she put all that weirdness and scariness to service in the way she cared for people, and he knew she cared for him, so in this particular moment, he hadn’t hesitated. “One of the vicar’s books on Scientism,” she said, confirming his guess. He made a face. “Ugh. Why? You’re always arguing with him about it.” And driving him nuts. Another point in her favor, actually. “It’s important to him,” she said. “And what’s more, it’s important to this colony. It would be foolish for me to dismiss it. I want to understand it better.” Felix gestured at the book. “Is that helping?” Aethel let out a sigh. “Alas, no. It is tedious.” “That’s why I like serial books,” Felix grinned. He tilted his head. “Why is it, ah, tedious, though?” “The author uses words like a collector,” she said. “But not like an artist.” Felix tilted his head and his expression must have told her he didn’t get it — I don’t get it — because she leaned back and looked thoughtful for a moment. “Do you remember the Sprat Fancy party in Byzantium?” She asked. Felix felt his face screw up again. “It was awful.” At first, Byzantium had impressed him. It was so clean! But eventually he realized it was as full of trash as the rest of the Colony — just higher-class trash, is all. Plus, the people there were always looking down on him — worse than the crew of the Groundbreaker, if that was possible. Or worse than the crew had been, before I helped Aethel fix the heat. Now they liked him well enough. But in Byzantium, nothing the crew had done had changed the Byzantines’ attitudes towards them. Their disdain is baked in, Aethel had said at the time. And speaking of baking, Aethel said, “do you remember the food?” “Ugh. Do I ever. The prettiest food you ever saw. Tasted like shit, though.” “What would those people have thought of a Boarst Pocket?” Aethel asked. “Ha!” Felix drummed the table with his hands in amusement. “They’d hold up their noses, for sure. Something that plain and simple?” “And yet, it is delicious?” “Yes,” Felix spoke with the conviction of a dedicated cultist. Aethel nodded. She tapped the pages in front of her. “This book is like the food in Byzantium. It is concerned about its appearance, and about all the different colors it can show you — it is very pretty. But it tastes like shit.” “So why are you eating it?” Felix asked, then remembered she’d answered him earlier. “Because you want to understand the system,” he said. She nodded. “I think of it as reconnaissance,” she said. “At some point, I’m going to have to deal with Order people who are higher ranked than Max. I need to understand what they think — or at least, what they’re telling people they think, which may not be the same.” “I wouldn’t be surprised at all if they all turned out to be a pack of hypocrites,” Felix said. “I’ll bet it’s all a show for power.” “Perhaps it’s not all a show for power,” Aethel suggested. But then she relented. “But yes, I tend to think that in the end, that’s the Order’s primary goal.” All that talk about Boarst Pockets made him want one, so he got up and got one out of the fridge. “Would you like one, boss?” He said, waggling the packet, knowing her answer in advance: “No thank you, Felix,” she said politely. He chuckled to himself. I don’t get how she can like spratwurst and not like boarst. Some things just defied understanding. I hope she has better luck with that book.

I liked writing this, because it gave me a little epiphany for another scene (the "Sprat Fancy" party) and an opportunity to put Sprat Fancy magazine into the actual fic, as opposed to it remaining as something of a joke.

[ Image description: cover of "Sprat Fancy", showing an adorable pink-splotched, white sprat from above, looking up at the camera with her gorgeous black eyes. Text reads: "Sprat Fancy Magazine - your guide to Halcyon's Fancy Sprats" and "Volume 22, Issue 8, 2 bits" with article leads: "Sacred Beasts: The Role of Sprats in the Faith", "Refuge: Keeping your precious sprat safe from marauders (and hungry neighbors)", "Ooo La La! Jolicoeur Haberdashery releases an all new line of fancy sprat fashion! Get a sneak peak of the latest on the Byzantine spratwalk!", "Place Your Bets: Your comprehensive guide to this season's All-Colony Fancy Spratstravanaza - who's in? Who's out? You may just be surprised by this year's contenders!" and a corner flag: "Ask Doctor Sprat". The cover image is captioned: "'Bakonu' by Captain Pearl Jenkins. With this large beauty take 'Best in Show' from Lord Reginald Kim III?" End ID. ]

Sometimes, having to write stuff out like this (especially between major scenes) is really daunting, because it generally doesn't come to me all at once like the major scenes do. I know, right from the get-go, that this is going to be a time-consuming process (I call it "sausage making"), and it's scary when I don't immediately see a clear way forward or understand how it will turn out. But I find that once I get going, the characters are happy to cooperate. And it's always worthwhile, because most of the time, I get some kind of revelation or epiphany (as above) that makes the story better, or maybe it's just neat and makes me giggle. But that's reason enough.

This is part of the pros of showing versus telling, in addition to giving the reader more to discover, understand, and react to on their own (rather than simply telling them how to react, which is what you want to avoid). The obvious con is that it takes so much longer. I would think that telling would be useful in contexts where you just don't have the column space, or are limited in the number of words you can provide. And I think it could also be useful -- used judiciously -- if you're deliberately trying to hide something from the reader.

But if you've been telling instead of showing because the amount of work you can see in front of you daunts you (or you just can't envision how it's going to go), I can only say: give it a try. You'll be surprised at what the characters are just waiting to tell you, if you only give them the chance.