#look high school is a very messy time for anybody

[playingplayer2]

Oops. I started rambling/venting/ranting. Didn't mean to do that.

mildly judging myself over my own taste in people/characters, yk, as you do.

The difference between people I've dated vs characters I like is a little... Hn.

Like I don't think I have bad taste. With characters. Clearly I'm doing something wrong w/ choosing partners.

It's just for some reason i've never dated anyone who's actually been "my type." Like I think the whole "type" thing is kinda bs but like, people vary greatly and i've only ever been in 1 relationship where I didn't already have a strong friendship w/ the other person. Or thought I did, at any rate.

I have a (imo) very clear type when it comes to fictional characters, but when it comes to irl people I've only ever dated/attracted stalkers or pushy-self-centered- flakey-assholes and I m a little confused how that kept happening. Like I've got:

creepy stalker guy 1 who wouldn't leave me alone and later got into a knife fight (over me??????) at school while I was out sick one day and then he got suspended and expelled

a super pushy ex bf who tried to pressure me into sex, repeatedly, who only stopped when I broke up with him (under a different pretense bc he was freaking me out)

an incredibly abusive ex gf who sexually assaulted me and then proceeded to bully me extensively for over a year and worked very hard to isolate for the rest of high school (she failed and she's a bitch)

creepy stalker guy 2 who I'd initially thought was a friend until later when refused take no for an answer and kept asking me out until I was dating smbdy else AND kept getting increasingly aggressive despite this

Off and on FWB for like a year, I recall him fondly even if he was a little bit of a flaky friend, I mean so was I we were idk 15/16??? We got along great and he wasn't any more of a bitch than I was

an ex boyfriend who I forced to go to a local cafe so that I could formally break up with him after he stopped responding to text messages for two months and got fucking fed up (and then he started dating the bsf of my manipulative ex bsf less than 2 weeks later. Funny that)

And then an ex gf, my most recent relationship, who. Would. Not. Listen. To. Boundaries. And would repeatedly (like every time) forget and/or miss the time we'd scheduled for dates and then we'd talk about boundaries and communication etc etc and w/in less than a day she'd rinse and repeat. Which. AgavahdkdjdjshGHHH.

Like???

I mean granted. High School is always messy. But. None of my (actual, not stabbing me in the back) friends went thru that shit. S'wild lemme tell you. But also I was a suicidal, depressed, socially anxious, anxiety ridden, traumatized, touch-starved, touch-averse, jelly-spined, crybaby 13-18 yo back then.

I'm still a suicidal, depressed, socially anxious, anxiety ridden, traumatized, touch-starved, touch-averse, crybaby but I managed to wack my backbone back into place outside of life-or-death scenarios after I turned 18 and wasn't hanging by the noose of the American family court system.

I'm sure part of my issue was also always giving and giving and giving and letting people walk all over me. And maybe the "omfg I like girls too?" Crisis I had at 11 and promptly shelved until I was 13 bc little me was like "hmm teenager problem!" And the fact that everyone around me kept dating and I thought I had to be dating too so I could fit in because dear gods was little me insecure asf.

Big me has realized that while I find many many many people aesthetically and sometimes sexually attractive, I've barely ever found other people romantically attractive. Big me would also like to shake little me until little me's head is screwed on tightly and then I wanna smack the little bitch ass fucks who pushed me into dating that first ex gf and tell little me to get new friends.

[goorehound]

Silco / Viktor Chapter 2

chapter 1

ao3

Still workshopping how I want this to look, so if anybody has any feedback please let me know! And for the people who showed interest in chapter 1, I’m voluntelling you to read this (and share your thoughts if you’d like!) @hextechdystopia @eyeofclaws @greaseofficial @dubiousbread488 and the last person it won’t let me tag lol.

Summary:

Silco, a newer (and far from proud) resident of Piltover, is struggling to raise his freshly teenage daughter Jinx in the uppercity after a messy divorce. Teenagers are difficult, and a new school is always an adjustment.

Viktor, a begrudging and very overqualified high school teacher (after a falling out with his old business partner) is desperately trying to keep his promising student afloat. If only her father were not such a stubborn bastard that refuses to work with him.

Lately, broaching certain conversations with Jinx had become more of an art form, learning when to apply pressure and when to offer her space to fill the silence of her own volition. And Silco had been waiting patiently, until all that remained in Jinx’s bowl was the dregs of her overly sweet cereal. Perhaps the time to apply some pressure, then. “I asked you a question.” He prompted quietly, eyes examining her expression.

Surprise graced it first, brows raising high - then confusion, as they lowered back down into a furrow. “Oh. I forgot.” She spoke as he brought a spoonful of porridge to his lips, exhaling an amused breath at her absentminded behaviour. Often, she had more important things going on to bother focusing on measly breakfast conversations.

“Vandalism. At school. Have you done any?” He asked, giving up on his breakfast. Eating in the morning only ever made him nauseous, but he’d learned the hard lesson that if he skipped a meal then Jinx would follow suit and it was really not worth the bickering. Modelling certain behaviours and healthy habits was sometimes the only way to encourage Jinx, which he’d grown accustomed to. She loved to mimic. He recalled her, chubby cheeked with wide eyes, following his every footstep. Trying to brush her teeth exactly like him, giggling whenever he smiled, copying how he built his blocks into a tower. His little shadow. Oh, simpler times. It was cute the small ways in which that fixation lingered.

“Sometimes.” Jinx shrugged noncommittally, pulling him from his reminiscing. “When I get bored, I guess, doodling on the wall or whatever.” Minor, then - but she did have a very specific art style, and colour scheme, unique enough to be noticed. Not worth the hassle it could turn into. Jinx partaking in graffiti was not alarming in and of itself but the fact that it was at school? He thought he had warned her thoroughly of the risks of being placed in a Piltover school. Jinx slurped loudly from her bowl as he pondered this.

“I see.” Silco brushed a hand through his hair before rising from his chair and collecting their dishes, once she had drained the remnants of her own. “Perhaps we should be more cautious at school, hm? Like we discussed.” He spoke calmly and with an air of finality. “It isn’t worth the risk, you know how uptight they get about their decor.”

Clearly this did not sit well with his daughter, and he heard her irritated groan above the droning sound of the sink as he rinsed the silverware. The sound alone told him exactly with what level of dramatization that she had rolled her eyes, and he braced himself for whatever complaints would follow. “Who cares? I don’t even want to be at this stupid school.”

This had become a recurring theme of conversation over the last two months, and there had been an uptick in frequency as of late. Silco could admit that he was tired of this back and forth, he did not feel he’d had enough hours of sleep to handle this once more. He only hoped his patience would win out.

“You were excited to start. It will take some adjusting, but the opportunities at this school will be a benefit.” Silco scrubbed the washcloth within the bowl in a soothing rhythm, focused intently on it. It was already pristine.

“I don’t need it.” Jinx barked back, and Silco could feel the daggers she was glaring into the back of his head. Scrubbing the lip of the bowl, there could be food caught in the chips.

“You don’t need school?” Silco asked incredulously, fingers hesitating in their compulsive cleaning. That was new. The complaints had only ever before indicated that she may want to be in a different school, perhaps back in Zaun - but no school at all was an interesting development.

“No. Vi hasn’t done school since she was 15,” Jinx pointed out, proud of her statement. As if she’d caught Silco out in some way with this fact. “And Pops is fine with it, he even helped her get a job.”

When the bowl clattered to the bottom of the sink, Silco knew he would not be proud of whatever words flowed out next. He was a man of great restraint, but there was something about a teenager that tried the patience in a way nothing else could - especially when the teenager was your own. It seemed as though she had a sixth sense for what the most aggravating, skin crawling thing she could say next to push him to his limit.

“That is because your sister lacks any potential to be anything besides a hired muscle, or a mindless drone in the mines, and she is as witless as your Pops.” Silco bit out ruthlessly as he dried his hands off, already feeling the regret curdling in his stomach. These were not helpful things to say, and he knew it. “I will not hear another word about you not needing school, child.”

The silence was suffocating. Exacerbated by the drip, drip, drip of the sink in front of him, and he really must fix that. Jinx could fix it, if he asked, but somehow now did not seem like the most opportune time. He should really turn around and face the music, much as he loathe to admit he’d made a glaringly obvious mistake. Akin to a bull in a china shop when it came to parenting he was recently developing the outstanding talent of shoving his foot in his mouth.

Jinx’s expression was as devastated as he had imagined, pinched somewhere between distraught and wrathful. Being the cause for such strong and conflicting emotions on her face felt like a swift blow to the kidney.

“Grab your bag, please, you will be late for class.” Silco spoke quietly, watching her lip tremble to hold something back. Either tears or a shouting match, he was sure. “We can pick up whatever snack you would like on the way over.” He added to hopefully balm over some of the anger.

“You suck.” Jinx said with finality as she threw herself out of the chair, hands balled into fists and body jittering with restless energy. He hoped he could talk her down before she unleashed this rage on some unsuspecting student. Or teacher. Silco had made quite a mess of this morning, hadn’t he?

“I’ll meet you in the car.” Silco replied without acknowledging the minor outburst, going about adjusting his vest and hair as he snatched his keys off of the ring. The walk down from the top floor of their apartment would give him time to calm, to simmer down until guilt won over frustration. He would take the morning off, he told himself soothingly, and he would get in some more sleep.

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After picking up an ice cream, without a single comment from Silco about how that was a terrible way to start the day, they drove with Jinx’s music blaring at an impressive level. It eased her nerves, he thought, noises reflecting back the chaos that was her beautiful mind. Also, it proved useful to drown out Silco’s voice entirely, which he assumed was a big part of the reasoning behind it.

When they pulled up to the lot is when he turned the music to a tolerable level, making an attempt to meet Jinx’s eyes. She was putting very good effort into pretending he was not present.

“I’m sorry for what I said about your sister, and Vander.” Silco watched some tension seep from her shoulders. Normally not a man to often make genuine apologies, but Jinx was ever the exception. “Your sister struggled with school, and it wasn’t fair of me to use that against her.”

“She is smart.” Jinx finally conceded and looked over, no longer existing in a realm where Silco was a buzzing mosquito with nothing important to say. “And I don’t want to be here.”

Silco heaved a breath and reached over to fix a flyaway hair in the sea of blue atop Jinx’s head. “We can talk about that more later. Play along for now, hm? Check out the library. Take advantage.”

Jinx did not seem necessarily happy in regards to the fact that he did not immediately bend to her will and withdraw her from classes that moment, but she no longer seemed to be trying to make him explode with her thoughts when she deigned to acknowledge his presence. So, that was progress.

Some form of assent was muttered as she left the car, and Silco gratefully unpaired her phone from the stereo system to play something a bit less abrasive on the ears.

Absolutely he was due for a nap, as much as that aged him to say, he could not wait to be wrapped in his duvet and dead to the world for the next few hours.

[noirflms]

୧ ˚₊ TWO SLOW DANCERS — gojo satoru

wherein gojo satoru finds himself standing before his once high school sweetheart — you.

does it smell like a school gymnasium in here?

gojo’s hates the smell of gymnasiums, it reeks of sweat that has spread throughout by young teenagers. it makes bile rise in his throat, the tie around his neck is choking him slowly. geto notices, for gojo’s lean fingers pull at the collar of his shirt. the two adults are away from the chattering and bustling crowd, sat in the corner of their old school gymnasium — it’s the class of 08’ gathered here.

geto’s eyes are watching and keen, they observe even the minuscule of sweat the seems to dribble down the side of gojo’s forehead, icy blue eyes obscured by dark sunglasses — it’s funny to geto that his dear friend wears such sunglasses even in the dark.

“you nervous or something?” the voice of geto brings gojo out of his terrible mind, but geto doesn’t meet the eyes of gojo, for they are set on an almost drunk shoko ( geto has to take her home after all. he promised her father to do so. ) the words of geto ease satoru, they only bring his thoughts to a halt, the smell of the gymnasium not a scare anymore.

it’s funny how they’re all the same

gojo’s eyes rake all over the crowd, none have changed, all stay the same, the faces he had once made fun of, had grown and matured yet there was no way he couldn’t recognise them. he remembers faces well, it’s all he ever did when he was in school, studies were a far dream from what his mischief got him to do.

he bites the inside of his cheek, watching as couples new and old dance away the night, geto once in a while makes a comment or two, both are single, not yet ready ( that is what gojo says, but geto is more than ready to have a family now. ) but the world of gojo satoru comes to an utter halt when his eyes settle on something within the crowd, he swallows when it’s the very colour he had come to hate so much — but a lie it was.

[h/c] hair that has stayed the same since the beginning of time, his heart begins to ache. you still look the same, not ageing a day old it seems, and he swallows at the mere sight of you, and it becomes funny how none have changed a single bit.

it’s funny how you always remember

you remember everyone in the crowd, words come effortlessly to you, they don’t die out in your throat as you talk to the faces which once had been your high school memories. a smile sits upon your features, it’s unfading, staying as it has once been upon your face just the same.

your eyes are observant, they don’t want to miss anybody — after all you had been the one to know everyone. but they come to utter halt when they settle upon icy blue eyes obscured by tinted black sunglasses, the white tuft of hair as messy as it has always been. the holder of the magnificent white hair still looks the same, the only thing is that he has grown old, he is no more the eighteen year old boy, awaiting outside your classroom to talk to you.

“gojo satoru?” you question approaching him, eyes doubting the one sitting before you, for you know he left you long in memory, but you remember everything and you find it humorous how you always remember, hurting yourself a bit by bit.

and we've both done it all a hundred times before

with the words that you have said, satoru is sent back in time, where he is eighteen again, a young lad who has his eyes trained on you. you stand before him with questions and sparkling eyes, you speak his name with the same lilt and his hazes his mind with thoughts of ever staying nostalgia, clouding his vision of you.

geto takes notice of you and what you do to satoru, but he’d wish you could have stopped the white haired man a little longer when you two were entering your twenties, geto wishes but he know that it was satoru himself who wished to leave you in dust, having an ego bigger than any could have.

but in satoru’s mind, this memory has passed by a hundred times and each time he shakes your hand with lovestruck eyes, but this time, there is a ache in his throat and a void where is heart is, “long time no see, [name].”

it’s funny how I still forgot

slow music echoes through the gymnasium, you look around and so does everyone, they begin to smile at their partners, taking their hand in theirs, and beginning to sway, you gulp at the sights, it doesn’t hurt, it just ignites a lost and naive memory, one you had tried your best to bury in the back of your mind.

but your eyes wander to the hand shoved in front of you, it looked calloused, your eyes trailing up to see who it belong to, even though you know, your heart eases at the sight of the tall male standing before you, hand outstretched for you to hold and take, “dance with me…”

and your hand slides within his, you feel the bumps that have formed upon his palm from rigorous work. he guides to the centre of the gymnasium, hand held tight. and so his throat constrict and seems to become alike that to a of barren land, a drought inside, for he finds it ridiculous how he has forgotten to have once danced with you like this, just the same.

it would be a hundred times easier if we were young again

and he thinks to himself maybe it would have been easier if you and him had been young once again. for then he would not be such a foolish man standing before you, and the young him would have held your hand and danced till the end of the night. the very thing that had once been enchanting in a way, would have been hundred times easier, if only he was young again.

he hold you close, slow dancing, reminiscing what could have been. you still look at him the same and becomes hard for him to digest, for satoru is guilty, as his eyes settle on the pendant that still sits so new upon your neck, it still looks the same, never trodding, it stayed the same, you kept it and it only becomes a large blow to his ego, and as it falters, he wishes to become young again.

to be eighteen again, gift you this pendant again, hold your hand again, kiss your lips again but for now he’d relish in what the present brings, and enjoy it before the night ends and he forgets what you had once been to him.

but as it is and it is

until then he’d dance to this slow music that plays. he’d hold onto your hand and not let go, he’d be wise this time and look into your eyes, he’d be sure this time and give you a gift of a lifetimes.

he’d let it be as it is, unchanging, yet he’d hold onto this moment he has gotten to spend with you. there are words which bubble up in his throat, those he wishes to say, but they die down when you shake your head, and he wonder how you know, but you always know what he has to say, and so he’ll think to himself you know he is sorry.

he hopes you know he wishes nothing more than to be yours again, but he will let this moment be as it is and it is, letting it become memory when night ends, dancing and swaying with you a bit teary eyed for his heart aches, still longing to have stayed.

we're just two slow dancers, last ones out

he relives the very thing he once had with you and so do you, trying to relive it within the dance and music, trying his best onto holding onto it before you part ways but he knows it will only be him aching the most through it all, he would be the only mess through it all, for he knows he has hurt you enough.

but until the time will come he will slow dance with you. trying to cherish the memories being made for he knows there will never be nothing out of this all, dancing till his breath runs out, dancing till you two are the only ones left behind, dancing till he has this moment ingrained in his mind that he never forgets.

you two will just be two slow dancers, trying to figure out that this young love would not come back, and that the past love will be nothing but that of memory, but you two will slowly dance, enjoying and living the young dream again, but only this time you’ve grown old, brought to this last stage again.

so, you’ll slow dance, until the night comes to an end.

we’re two slow dancers, last ones out

a late birthday post for him <333

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[i-heart-yellowstone]

Hi can I request a one shot or a couple shot about the storyline of Avery coming back in Kayce' life but make it y/n and him falling for her and the rest can be up to you? Thank you :)

Second Chance at Love

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Sitting on the back tailgate of my truck dressed in my Livestock agent clothing I had gotten called in to finish up paperwork with a family that had stolen horses from their farm. My supervisor didn’t say which family it was or told me I was about to see someone from my past, the reason I had taken a break from Montana.

The horse got pushed back into the pen by another gang of horses causing the family to cheer. One of the horse riders went over to the man of the household explaining a helpful tip so it doesn’t happen a second time. “Get yourself some trail cameras, put them somewhere nobody can see them and point them at this gate. If someone tries this again we’ll know who it was.”

“Thank you.” The man of the household responded with the horse rider coming over in my direction.

Squinting my eyes I attempted to get a better look at the specific horse rider. I felt I had seen him somewhere before yet couldn’t place it. “Oh crap. You’ve got to be shitting me.” The man removed his dusty black Cowboy hat running a hand through his messy brown hair, briefly glancing in my direction making it very obvious I knew him.

The man I knew from my high school growing up. I had always had a massive crush on him but once he had dropped out for getting a Native American girl pregnant I knew it couldn't happen. Jumping down from the tailgate I strolled over to the young Dutton son not expecting him to show up here. “Are you following me, Dutton?”

“What - Y/n. What the heck are you doing here?” Kayce dismounted his horse hearing someone speak to him yet when he glanced in the direction of the voice he certainly didn’t expect to see me.

Dropping my hands down at my sides. “Today’s my first day back. I thought I’d be working for your father unless he’s passed away or something.”

“He retired from being Livestock Commissioner. I took over the job which I guess makes me your boss now.” Kayce scanned over my face seeing my mouth hanging open when the words came out of his mouth.

“Oohh no way am I calling you my boss.”

He teased me with a smirk. “What would you rather have you call me hmm?”

“You’re husband.”

He blinked, standing there silently for a moment not saying anything. “I - I don’t know how to feel about this. I never thought - I never thought you felt that way about me.” During our years of high school I didn’t really show my feelings for the youngest Dutton son. I thought he’d never go for a quiet girl like me when he had someone else in his life. Sadly I shouldn’t have waited because now he was married and had a kid.

“I was going to tell you sooner but the day I finally got up the courage I saw you walking out of the school with Monica Long. The rest was history at that point from my point of view.” Tucking hair behind my ear I lowered my gaze to my dusty boots hearing him walking towards me, tilting my chin upward to meet his soft gaze. “Kayce, I understand that we can’t be together because of -“

“Monica and I got a divorce two years ago. I’m simply co-parenting Tate with her.” He explained focusing his gaze down onto mine. “I’m not seeing anybody are you?”

Shaking my head, I pushed my hands against his chest feeling like I was dreaming. “Hell no.”

“Good then there’s nothing wrong with me doing this.” Kayce declares cupping my face in his rough hands, gently crashing his lips down onto mine.

Fluttering my eyes closed I leaned into the kiss. I had thought of this moment for so many years and had thought that I’d never get the chance to be with him. “Is it too early to say I love you?” I whispered into the kiss wrapping my arms around his neck deepening the kiss that I wish we could go on forever if we didn’t need air to breath.

“Only if you don’t mind me asking you to be my wife.” He muttered in between deep heated kisses.

Breaking the kissing I drew my head back knitting my brows in disbelief. “Are you being for real right now?”

“Hang on a second.” He dug inside his pocket taking out a bracelet clearly made by his son considering it didn’t fit his wrist and looked to be the size of a wedding ring. He lowered himself down onto one knee taking my hand in his free one. “Y/n L/n, I’m sorry it took me this long enough to see you standing in front of me. I can’t undo what has happened in our past but I think this is our second chance. I refuse to lose you and wait another ten years before we see each other so will you marry me?”

Covering my mouth with my other hand I cried happy tears nodding my head yes. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Kayce rose from the dirt ground kissing me gently once before he broke it reassuring me about the ring. “I will get you a better ring if you want.”

“I really like Tate’s. I wanna keep it since he’s going to be calling me mom in the future.” Placing one hand to the back of his neck leaving my other one to simply rest on his brown jacket.

He nodded noticing Rainwater walking over to us with the family that had just gotten their horses back, pulling us back to the reality that we were still at work. “We’ll explain to him later. Shall we get back to work, Mrs. Dutton?”

“Let’s go to work.” I tipped his black cowboy hat down, sending him a smirk before we turned walking over to Rainwater with our hands intertwined together.

[christinarowie332]

life of the party

(sturniolo triplets x oc fan-series)

chapter 1

“college will be different”

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starting college was a fresh start for mackenzie , one that she needed . growing up as the quiet grungy girl with messy eyeliner and outlandish style didn’t get her very high on the popularity chain . what it did get her was fans , and an amazing musical taste . in high school she preformed gigs in downtown Boston , her peers from Revere didn’t manage to find her in the dirty bars downtown so she was able to blow off the steam by screaming into a mic and ripping the guitar to a crowd . slowly , she grew an instagram following of 100k , then followed the stares of people in high school , then the names . “yo that’s the famous chick” “yo can u shout me out” “who even is she ? is she new?” . anybody else would probably get an ego from this but god did she hate it . thank god college would be different.

the journey to boston was one she knew like the back of her hand , getting to college alone however … this was not something she preplanned . with her guitar on her back , along with her backpack filled to the brim , getting onto a train was quite literally impossible, the busy carriage filled with sweaty bodies and anxious freshmen is enough to give anybody a headache . so mac did what any sane person would do ? blast deftones full blast .

with her music ,the journey was quick , and in what felt like seconds she found her way infront of saint auburn itself . it’s only until she sees the large sign it hits her . she made it . the summer heat in the train carriage made her brown locks stick to the sweat on her neck . so after taking off the leather jacket , and folding it over her arm , she takes the large claw clip from her bag and twists the messy strands together , fastening it away from her face . her slight heeled boots click against the pavement as she makes her way through her new home , passing the people playing live music down the hallway , or the kids making out against the elevator.

“excuse me?” she says quietly , looking towards the blonde boy with his tongue down another shorter boys throat , gripping his neck as he leans against the metal doors . she gets no answer , the loud strums of guitars and muffled bass from the classrooms near drown out her voice . she purses her lips and turns on her heels , looking around the busy hallway for a second elevator , or possibly some stairs , not wanting to get into an awkward interaction with the two behind her .

she finds no other way up to her dorm , so she turns back around , swallowing her pride and accepting that she was going to have to have a conversation with them .

turning around she was met with just the blonde boy looking at her . she blinked a few times at the surprise , noticing his sharp cheekbones and jawline , his fluffy bleached hair falling over his blue eyes . “can i help you?” his voice was emotionless , a stark difference to his face displaying a very openly annoyed expression.

“sorry, i’m just trying to get to the elevator….” she replies , nodding to the elevator behind him . his eyebrows furrow and he double looked behind him ,realising what she’s talking about . “oh fuck my bad dude , i thought u were just being a weirdo i didn’t even notice sorry!” his face lights up as he talks , kindness literally bleeding from his words , mac can’t help but smile as he defends himself and rambles ….. still not moving ….. “shit sorry ! yeah” he continues, pressing the button and getting into the elevator gesturing her to follow .

“thanks” she says as she makes it in the cold metal box , sending him a tight lipped smile and adjusting the guitar and bag on her back . “sorry about that , i got carried away . do u play ?” the blonde boy asks , pointing towards said guitar . “uh yeah i play bass , do you ?” the girl replies pressing the button for her floor .

“uh yeah i do , we’ll not bass but i dabble” he shrugs his shoulders , smiling at him own words . “i’m nick by the way” he continues .

“mac , or mackenzie”

“nice to meet u mac” nick replies as the elevator door opens .

college will be different .

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boring chapter but i am literally writing chapter 2 rn , this was just a cute lil intro and i want nick to be a big part in this story .

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[batbitesthebat]

Hey bat!!!! :D it's been a whileeee.. So- here's my question!

Do you have any head canons for your octonauts- characters? (Regular au) if so. Can I know em? :0

Sorry this took me so long!! I'm a very busy Bat!!

I decided to share some headcanons for all of my octonauts for my normal BatBites AU.

Captain Barnacles:

He goes to sleep curfew on the DOT and wakes up at 7:00 am each morning, and will wake up the other Octonauts as well

He feels like the father of the crew, whether he likes to or not

He doesn't open up to anybody about his struggles or insecurities- ever! He's bad at that sort of thing...

During the summer he'll take extremely long cold baths that he'll literally dump ice in, and he sheds like crazy, he does NOT like the summer.

His suit has a cooler. Tweak built it for him!!

He is totally unaware of any feelings his CREwMAtes might have for him....

Lt Kwazii Cat:

He bat's other peoples tails instinctively...

He can bareeely taste sweet, so he'll usually add a shit ton of sugar to his desserts

Struggles with impulse control and social awareness, struggles to understand what can be talked about on the dinner table and what can't be

Quite ashamed honestly about his cat-like behavior, so he'll try to keep it to himself. He doesn't like to meow or purr around anyone but Shellington, but because he lacks impulse control, he'll end up doing it anyway. Dashi loves the meowing.

He's incredibly affectionate

His first thought when a sea creature gives them trouble is I'LL SHOW THEM WHO'S BOSS!!!

Medic Peso Penguin:

His urge to pick up rocks everytime he sees a pile of them goes strong, and he usually ends up doing just that

This is more of a redesign than a headcanon, but he has a full set of teeth in the og books and I thought that would be a good excuse to give him fangs in my AU just for added cuteness

He's a chronic apologizer

He gets picked on by the crew occasionally, he hates it

He looks up to Barnacles and Kwazii so much- he IS the youngest and the last one to join, after all.

He does really like taking care of his friends.

He's a bit of a crybaby. His sense of empathy is really big and strong, and he'll feel himself tear up if he sees something- or someone- suffering.

IT Officer Dashi Dog:

Because she's the IT officer, programmer & photographer, she's super busy all the time

And speaking of time, she always loses track of it..

If Kwazii and Barnacles were to be unavailable she would be in charge.

She likes to keep incredibly clean even if the DEMONS tell her to jump in the MUDD and have FUNN

She loves everything cute and collects chibi cat squishies. This is like, one of my first head canons ever.

She's in charge of the wifi, whenever it shuts down and the crew begins to bug her about it, she gets super fckin annoyed

She barks, because of course she barks, and her tail wags whenever she sees something she likes or is giving/receiving affection

Her tail ALSO wags when she's talking to Captain Barnacles, I wonder why THAT is!!!

Engineer Tweak Rabbit:

Gets 1 second of sleep every night

Taught the rest of the crew how to play her video games

She glows in the dark because she's literally radioactive, same with her dad

When she needs a break she goes to the garden to chill, and eat a few carrots on the way

Will wake up in a cold sweat to randomly build something in the middle of the night

She does not give a shit about how messy she gets

Dr. Shellington Sea Otter:

Spends so much of his alone time just grooming himself

Goes searching through the fridge for ice cubes during the summer. Loves his ice cubes

Was the most geekiest geek in high school, he had like 3 friends

He plays visual novels

He's really defensive, embarrassed, and shy about what he likes.

His sleep schedule is fcked up, he talks in his sleep as well. He'd much rather be spending his time researching so as he sleeps he'll usually dream about his research.

He cannOT take a compliment. Compliment him and he will curl up into a little ball out of shame.

Professor Inkling Octopus:

He'll put on classical music in the library and vibe to it with whoever's with him

He hosts story nights occasionally

He's really good at giving romantic advice

He refuses to drink coffee

He needs to be constantly MOIST

his chair is super high tech and comes with a heater and cooler

May or may not be the group therapist

He's INKredibly humble

Tunip Vegimal:

Like 4 years old

Gets excited over literally anything

Gets the cutest puppy dog eyes when he wants something

Defaults to running around with the other vegimals when there's nothing to do

His fave thing in the world is watching the crews face light up when they eat his food

Vegimal food just hits different

Tunip sees Shellington as his dad, and sees Tweak as his mama. Kwazii's the gay aunt

*flies away*

[bill-gates-hate-blog]

2024 was a ...challenging year, to say the least. To be frank, I experienced some of the worst things that can happen to anybody, at least insofar as interpersonal relationships. I've been on the receiving end of unbelievable amounts of misogyny and victim blaming from people I trusted, or had assumed were good people, to put it very lightly. People I had known for almost 12 years, at this point. I'm 24. That's half my life.

I'm not a person who generally likes to post things in a sincere way, at least not when it comes to stuff like this. I tend to joke about my own abuse a lot, and I've also made some angry vent posts on here when everything first started going down. I'm all about the art of Posting, even though I'm not very good at it. Sincerity is something I reserve for my friends.

Why share this at all? It's mostly for me, as a capstone to the old year. Symbolic, in a way. Talking about it brings me peace. But it could also help somebody else.

Trigger warnings for SA, emotional abuse, suicidal ideation... all that good stuff.

Earlier this year, in April, I was sexually assaulted by a close friend. We had been flirting on and off for about a year at that point, but I had rapidly grown uncomfortable with it.

He had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who I didn't want to harm, even though I would never have described us as the best of friends.

She was asexual, you see. And this guy... did not handle it well. I think some ace/allo couples can make it work. This guy was obviously not capable of that.

You see, unbeknownst to me at the time, long before he started hitting on me, I had been a dumping ground for his abuse. Whenever his girlfriend didn't live up to the insane pedestal he had put her on, he would take it out on me. Not in romantic contexts, mind you.

I joined this website in 2015, at the age of 15. Fun fact, I didn't have consistent access to the internet, then or before. My parents would shut off the wifi whenever they saw fit, to punish us--even if we needed if for school projects. Overly restrictive at best.

Tumblr was my first real social media presence, and I had irl friends on the site (love you soph). It was also the first time I could talk to or contact anybody outside of school or orchestra rehearsals or whatnot. I had no phone, no way to plan hangouts with my friends, and to be frank, I couldn't spend time with anybody unless they invited me somewhere. My family's house is so desperately messy that we couldn't invite people over. Even now, I come home for Christmas and I have to pick one room to clean before I get exhausted. I come back three weeks later and it's messy again.

Tumblr was also the first platform on which he abused me. Mind you, he wasn't here as a Blogger or anything. He made his Tumblr just to communicate with me, because I was so isolated from my friends by my lack of a phone.

You see, my friend had horrendous depression when we were in high school. It was, I now realize, something that was comorbid with his EXTREMELY undiagnosed narcissistic personality disorder (as well as unmedicated ADHD.) Part of the reason he had acquired a girlfriend at this time, he'd tell me a few years later, was that he was looking desperately, for any reason to live. Whenever he started getting suicidal, he'd text this girlfriend.

When she told him she could no longer handle it, he'd go to me.

And that's how it started. He'd get on this website, he'd talk about how depressed he was--then he'd start random arguments, subtly devalue me, and accuse me of lacking empathy for his pain. There was one particularly egregious example where he sent me a several paragraph long text about how I should french kiss a woodchipper. I could not for the life of me tell you what provoked that. Something completely innocuous, i think. He revealed later that it was all something he did on purpose to make himself feel worse, because by provoking me i would hurt him, and he's the real victim here, right?

I'd try everything to help, because I loved my friend, but it's obviously not a task any teenage girl should be taking on. Ultimately, I just ended up taking on the brunt of his abuse because I was so scared he'd hurt himself, and I made excuses whenever he mistreated me. It will not escape the astute reader that I probably had an abusive upbringing, too.

I started getting an addictive rush every time an interaction went well. I loved talking to him. I couldn't possibly explain why, back then. I thought we must have simply had a very strong friendship, one where we made up quickly after every argument. Of course, I forgave him after every apology he never meant.

This is something called a trauma bond.

It's a coping mechanism for being trapped in the cycle of abuse, and it's often the thing that keeps you trapped, if it's not financial ties or having children with someone.

In junior year, on the second day of school, he tried to commit suicide by overdosing. He told me. Not only that, he told me it was all my fault, and that I wouldn't even care. I didn't notice, because I was too busy hyperventilating and calling 911. There was a terrifying moment where I couldn't remember his address.

But he's here. Alive. On this planet. Because of my actions. I don't pretend it makes me a good person or anything, I think anybody would have done it. I'm not special.

He got diagnosed with ADHD after that, and managed to get on medication for his depression. I'm not sure he stopped abusing me, but the instances where he'd pretend my feelings didn't matter or that he'd have an outrageous outburst of cruelty slowed down. Became more sporadic. By the time we were in college, things were pretty good.

In 2021, I moved to Pittsburgh full-time. I had decided to work for the same university where I had acquired my degree. He had come to Duquesne univesity in 2020, after taking his gen eds at a community college in my hometown. Predictably, we started spending time and drinking together. He had a girlfriend, so I never considered him available and for the first time, his relationship actually seemed to be based on love and mutual trust--not the looming threat of suicide lest his girlfriend ever leave him.

Still, one night September of 2022, when we were both really drunk, he started pestering me asking if he could put his face in my tits. I took it as a joke at first, but he kept asking. Eventually I did it just to shut him up (and he did a right shoddy job of it) but I felt uncomfortable around him for months. I have... never been in a relationship, nor had I anything remotely resembling a sexual encounter at this point.

I think my hypersexuality started here. I dreaded seeing him again, until it was suddenly fine, we talked about the tit incident, and I'd forgiven him. I did notice a significant uptick in my libido, but I still considered him off limits. Instead, I found myself randomly crushing on a different male friend seemingly out of nowhere. I obsessively started to crave physical touch and had no idea how to get it, and i couldn't make my brain work the way dating apps wanted me to. On my birthday in march of 2023, the other male friend and I cuddled a bunch -- I realized this was one of the first times I had acted on my hypersexuality with another person, mild though it was.

When my roommate had to leave the city due to the rising costs of student loans and studying at the university I worked at, I moved into a one-bedroom apartment. My other "friend" who went to Carnegie Mellon had graduated earlier that year. My abuser and I were alone. His girlfriend was graduated and gone home to eastern PA.

Now there was nobody to watch us. And he took advantage of it.

In late july of 2023, once my beloved roommate had taken all the skeletons in the divorce, my abuser confessed to me that he'd always fantasized about me. I dismissed it, once again, as drunken antics. But suddenly I felt so vindicated! It felt nice, as a girl who had never been approached like that, who had been "one of the guys," to be validated as a woman, as a sexual being. I told him "As long as you don't act on it, it's probably fine." He later told me his plan that night had been to sleep with me so he could break up with his girlfriend and kill himself. Awesome, right? What a normal thing to be told.

Things started to escalate with a slow boil after that, though never very far. We'd start talking about our fantasies, and I liked to gather physical touch from him in ways i thought were innocent. He revealed to me his girlfriend was asexual--something she'd actually previously told me, and had me really confused when he first revealed that they'd had sex. I figured she just might have been demisexual like me, but it seemed she had told him she'd never wanted to have sex with him again. He took it very maturely, as you can clearly see throughout this whole saga.

That relationship wasn't long for this world, I knew. Even then, I didn't want to be the thing that broke them up, despite my growing uncontrollable attraction to him. None of my friends would ever forgive me. I just hoped that he'd have the sense to see they were incompatible, and break up amicably.

Lol. Lmao.

Eventually, I got sick of him slowly pushing my boundaries more and more, and I told him I didn't want to hurt his girlfriend, and we needed to stop. I minimized contact, I refused to drink with him anymore, I just wanted to spend time together as friends. He started guilt tripping me, but that was that.

In January, after holiday break, we had a mutual friend come to my apartment. I figured he wouldn't be stupid to bring up our drama when I had considered it over and done with in November. I was comically wrong, and the friend overheard everything. He said that I was "starting to catch feelings too strongly" and that I was "playing the game" (He was very upset I had mentioned our affair to two of our mutual friends, and he wanted to make sure I was swiftly punished for it.) I had also tried to be sincere with him about how I was feeling the last time we had seen each other, though I hadn't called it love at that point. I just liked being with him.

Trauma bond will do some fuckshit to you, but I was trying my best to be a good person despite that-- be honest about my feelings--all of them, even the ones that were wrong, in the hopes that all of this could be solved in a way that wasn't completely catastrophic.

Well, I do realize now he was doing some comical levels of blameshifting, but he told me we shouldn't see each other for a solid two months--fine. But he didn't have to drag this up in front of our poor, unrelated friend. I was furious.

The next time we spent time together, he sexually assaulted me. I use that term because neither 'groping' nor 'rape' is accurate. He jumped on top of me, shoved his face in my breasts, started massaging my waist, told me how pretty I was, and when he went in to kiss my neck. I pushed his jaw away with the heel of my palm. Obviously not the most traumatic thing anybody ever experienced, but enough to make me lose 10 pounds in a week. I had no appetite. He started wallowing in my DMs after that. I told him I understood why he drew the conclusions he drew, and that we both had shit to work on. I could tell he wanted to see me so badly... things were going wrong with his girlfriend again. Well, he was graduating in a month. Now I didn't need to feel sorry at all when he'd leave me alone in Pittsburgh.

I only told my best friend. I didn't want to shatter the friend group and I suspected no one would believe me. (Edit: Also important: The Fear of him killing himself if his girlfriend broke up with him.) Said best friend would be coming over in a few weeks for his birthday. Then he would be driving me home in late may, in tow with all the furniture he was taking from the apartment he'd be vacating. That was it.

I felt horrible for a few days. Then it set my blood on fire.

I told my best friend "I need to remember how Saturday felt," because I could feel my libido rapidly rising. Every second he wasn't there felt like there were razor blades in my veins.

I figured I hadn't been affected by the assault, because i wasn't sex-averse or touch averse like many assault victims. It was something I craved more than ever. I wasn't ever going to approach him, but I knew I wasn't going to stop him if he tried something.

And he tried. He tried many things. We only saw each other three times after that, and every time he took something more, went a little further. Very frequently without asking. Largely this stuff falls under the umbrella of sexual coercion-- I wouldn't have consented to it if he had asked-- but it was generally things I didn't want to say no to. I wanted it violently. I reasoned that I must have allowed it to happen because I was in love with him.

Every time he left, it brought more pain. I couldn't eat. I figured that was what heartbreak felt like. I kept trying to move on and reaffirm myself without him, and kept it secret because I didn't know what would happen if I snitched.

He came back an extra time in early july, with a group of my friends. I figured he wouldn't be stupid enough to try something with four of our other friends supervising us. I was, again, wrong.

I was extremely sleep deprived (44 hours). I'd had very little food because I couldn't bring myself to eat. (on reflection, these were trauma bond withdrawal symptoms.) He had demanded to drink. The friends, (none of whom I'd told anything about this-- or not anything more than "I think he needs to break up with his girlfriend because he likes me, and I don't know how to deal with it") had all gone to bed, given tomorrow'd be a long drive for them. Again, we were alone.

I had a chance to grill him about using me! And be sincere about my feelings. And deliver the ultimate truth: That he and his girlfriend were completely incompatible, and that all his actions over the past several months proved it.

At first I pushed him off me. When he started taking my clothes off, I was like "fuck it. he can do what he wants."

That whole night was him acting on me, and me lying there, pins and needles punctuating every movement because my skin was so sensitive from the sleep deprivation and sunburn--he put me in a headlock without warning, rammed my head into the bed, pulled my hair really hard (my sunburnt scalp!)... I'm a masochist, but it's never okay to do these things without prior warning or discussion. He could have hurt or killed me.

He gaslit me after that incident, said it was my fault for letting him drink, and that I had refused to let him go home (Our friend had called him, multiple times, asking if he needed a ride.) I believed him at first. It wasn't until I recorded everything in my diaries and started talking to my more supportive friends (I have a very detailed memory, especially when it comes to this stuff) that I realized he was full of shit.

The stress from everything caused me to faint in late july. In august, my mental health started rapidly deteriorating, and I ended up dumping a nice boy because he wasn't as abusive as I needed him to be, and because I needed sex now and wasn't sure how I was going to want it from him unless he violated me. Also he didn't want kids.

We started talking about telling the girlfriend. He was convinced that she wouldn't break up with him. After all, we'd never had sex--just fondling, he reasoned. I warned him that all I needed to do was be honest about the sexual assault.

I didn't know I was trauma bonded, I didn't know I was hypersexual, i didn't know I was anything other than a shitty person. When he started hitting on me over voice call again, I decided I was sick of waiting for him to grow a pair and that I'd tell her myself.

Well. The great news is that he was super wrong about his girlfriend not breaking up with him. The bad news is when we stopped talking to each other, he did the craziest blameshifting I'd ever seen, completely reversed victim and offender, and told the events of july 6th like I was a jealous infatuate who had assaulted and inebriated him to get what I wanted-- never mind that he had taken my clothes off first, and that I was too sleep deprived to stop him.

The most abusive part of a relationship like this is the end. Never forget that.

The only reason I knew I could qualify any of this as abuse wasn't the specifics of what he said to demean me, or the DARVO-ing me, or my hypersexual reaction to his assault. No, it was the breaking of the trauma bond after he refused to talk to me, as one final insane punishment.

Did you know trauma bonds have physical withdrawal symptoms? I sure do now :)

Easily the most painful experience out of all of this was those symptoms. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I lost 15 pounds in a month. (He's an excellent personal trainer! I do not recommend!) Tension headaches. I still have moments where I completely disassociate because I don't feel like any of this happened to me, because breaking trauma bonds ALSO give you PTSD on top of the residual bullshit from the actual assault.

It was catastrophic. I was grieving because I lost a lot of friends in very brutal ways, people blamed me or ignored the whole sexually-assaulted-me part, and I was withdrawing from everything and everyone because again, more fun trauma bond withdrawal symptoms.

But I pushed through that. He made it easy by throwing a tantrum and refusing to talk. He still doesn't believe he's done anything wrong. [Fun fact! I have learned this is a cute little technique is called a narcissistic discard! I told everybody it was an instrument in his abuse of me and I was fucking right!]

I have given up faith that he can be a better person, although that pains me greatly. Too many moronic idiot males reinforcing his behavior, because men like this find other men like them. Not only that, but people are too busy blaming me for not saying anything earlier [victim blaming] and not a fucking peep at him for, you know, sexually harassing me for two years. Because holding him accountable would make them "uncomfortable." Really feminist and progressive, honestly.

Now, my life is so much better. I have a renewed interest in life, in the things I want to research and create-- and even better, someone actually worth my time will fuck me. (Eventually. getting into a relationship while recovering from a trauma bond is dangerous. I've been relapsing as of late, in part due to ill-advised whispers from a friend that he is willing to apologize. For that to happen, he has to understand what he did to me first. He doesn't, and he's still too busy thinking none of this is his fault, actually. But I'll die before I let him get away with it.)

Here's to the New Year. If it can be broken by the truth, it must be.

[bybdolan]

quick ttpd thoughts

ok so. i did listen to a leak so I had time to sit with the OG album for a while. I have not yet listened to all the Anthology tracks, but this not-doing of something is part of my album reaction. Bear with me.

First of all: I am insanely impressed with Taylor for being this raw and messy on record. More distinguished haters have said that this album once again feels like self-mythologizing, but I personally do not agree. User dancefloors had an excellent take on this: the album is emotional and messy to a degree where you feel like you should not be listening to it. At least that's how I felt.

However, that also has a downside. I find many of the lyrics, especially on the standard edition, to be unpolished or downright cringe. This rambl-y first draft type of writing might work for other artists, but I never feel like it works for Taylor. The second line of Fortnight is so awful that I was CONVINCED the leak I heard was AI, and people have talked at length about the tattooed Golden Retriever. Girl. Almost every song had an insane clunker or two hidden in it. This is not helped by what I personally (!) perceive to be a bit of a rehashing of imagery and themes that have been prominent in songwriting trends for the past few years. Killing the woman you are jealous of, Cassandra, religious imagery .... Don't get me wrong, I think the call for "originality" at al costs can be detrimental to art, but frequently with this album i felt as if lines were haparzadly chosen to fit a certain "aesthetic" that didn't mesh well with the rest of the song. Like. Nothing about "my husband's cheating. I wanna kill him." communicates any deeper emotion. (Compared to e.g. Samia's "I hope you marry the girl from your hometown and I'll fucking kill her and I'll fucking freak out.")

The introductory poem is one of the worst things i have ever read.

The thing is. I don't always do well with new releases, they are overwhelming, etc., but I listened to the first four tracks and was like "how can anybody think this is good". Which IS a hater take, and there is much I do enjoy about the album, and I am happy others like it.But with the already present repetition PLUS 15 Tracks .... it is a bit too much. I could go on and on about the repetition of words and themes that feels a bit trite (smalltown stuff, "starry-eyed", "precocious"), but I don't wanna. I wish there had been more editing, and I think I have talked at length before about how I do not like this new era of just putting out everything.

Alas. I did not click with this album and there are very few tracks i want to go back to. So Long, London is a favorite because of the concise lyrics and beautiful production, I can bop to Down Bad, but daddy I love him is fun imagery-wise, Clara/Sam/Sophia/Marcus is sad and also. A Lot., So High School, and I dig "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith, this ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots". The 2am tracks need more attention, but I already like Looking Into Windows (?) much more than a lot of other tracks - generally, I enjoy the more genuinely sad Joe tracks about the slow demise of a relationship much more than the fast paced high strung ones.

anything else .... well. I don't know.

[flwrsuh]

choi soobin - tis the damn season

pairing ; soobin x gn!reader

warnings ; none!

a/n ; this is based off of tis the damn season by taylor swift! so happy to be back writing and continuing my taylor series ^-^ i'm sorry it's so short, i plan on posting more very soon!!

"if i wanted to know who you were hanging with while i was gone i would've asked you, it's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass but i felt it when i passed you"

the drive up to your hometown for the holidays was filled with dread, not only because you would soon be in a room filled with relatives you couldn't stand, but the possibility of running into your high school sweetheart was heightened this time of year, and the way things had ended left you both with a bad taste in your mouth. things with soobin had always been simple, but when you had chosen to leave town for college and he got accepted at your state university, the two of you parted ways. he had always secretly hoped you would change your mind and come running home from LA, and back to him, but he was not so lucky.

soobin had been asked by his mother to help her with some last-minute grocery shopping for his family's holiday party. reluctantly, he agreed, strolling through the aisles, humming along to the faint sound of a christmas song playing through the supermarket's speakers. as he rounded the corner, making his way through the store, he stopped dead in his tracks. because there you were, beautiful as ever, and you were real. right in front of him. he quickly began to turn around, hoping to make his escape before your eyes could land on him, but then he heard it.

"soobin?"

he heard your soft voice call from behind him. turning around to finally meet your gaze, he put on the biggest fake smile he could muster, though you would be oblivious if you couldn't feel the tension in the air. it was cold, uninviting, and nothing like the boy you used to know. it broke your heart, seeing him this way and knowing that, at least partly, it was your doing.

"so we could call it even, you could call me babe for the weekend, tis the damn season, write this down, im staying at my parents' house and the road not taken looks real good now"

seeing soobin again had caused your mind to go wild with what-ifs. what if you had never left? would you still be happily in love? maybe it was stupid to relive the past, but you couldn't help feeling as if you had made a massive mistake.

"time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires, now im missing your smile, hear me out, we could just ride around and the road not taken looks real good now"

now you sit in your childhood bedroom, wondering if you could make it work again. you knew that you would forever miss soobin, and you had nobody but yourself to blame for that. you miss the way his smile could light up your small town, his kindness that you had always admired so much, and the way he loved you with everything he had. to say you were regretful would be a horrible understatement.

"so i'll go back to LA and the so-called friends who'll write books about me if i ever make it, and wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles i'm fakin, and the heart i know i'm breakin' is my own, to leave the warmest bed i've ever known"

you have since never been able to meet another person quite like him. soobin truly was one of a kind, you were lucky to have known him at all. after him, you were unable to find that kind of connection with another person, always feeling like your new friends didn't fully understand you, or care much for you at all for that matter. it was purely a show friendship, one you could post online and hope that nobody could see through the facade you had put up, but he always could.

he knew you better than anybody. he knew that you had not been really, truly happy in quite some time. you couldn't hide that from him if you wanted to.

"we could call it even, even though im leavin'"

[obsessedwhim]

Boom

The dreadful Monday reared its ugly head and demanded the confinement of every student, one of which was new and yet to be stained by the school's mutual personalities. 

He stood in front of the class with a nervous glance, making sure not to make any eye contact as girls around the room swooned at his mysterious demeanor and dark handsome aura. With a jaw for days and dark skin with even darker messy black hair, he was an instant target for teenage hormones, everything about the stranger appeared normal apart from his right arm which was covered by a long black glove. 

His outfit consisted of Karakura High's uniform but a black long-sleeved turtle neck was worn under its crispy white tee and a silver chain hung around his neck, but it was the one gloved hand that the class asked about during their question time- well, that and if he was single.  

By the end of the week, Bram had half of the school asking to hang out or for his number, ever wondering when he was free to spend time together, but during the hubbub of living through the 'new kid' shtick he had befriended an odd group of people with bright hair and loud personalities. One of them he had bumped into on the first day and preferred to the rest, this 'preferred' stayed with the dark-haired teen long into their friendship months down the line. 

"Hey Ichigo, you wanna go catch some food before heading home? I'm feeling kinda hungry" he leaned against the foot lockers with a hand rubbing his poor empty tummy as the ginger swapped his shoes and stood with a smile "Yeah sure" 

The pair kept the light conversation about various cafes or food vendors they could visit, as they slowly made their way into the town's centre other students glanced at them, some whispered about the boy's dashing good looks to which they would roll their eyes at and chuckle until the ground rumbled beneath them. 

Ichigo's eyes widened as he energetically began patting down his entire body for his combat pass, which was nowhere to be seen causing panic to hike through the male being as the creature's footsteps grew closer, he grabbed Bram's covered hand and dragged the dark-haired being through various alleyways through the town yet the hollow continued to follow them. 

"You wait here, I'll draw the hollow away and distract it" he tried to yank Bram into the shadows for safekeeping but gasped when the creature they were running from landed in front of them with a loud roar. Ichigo stood in front of his friend protectively and was fully prepared to fight this thing in his very valuable flesh suit of which he would never get another, but a heavy hand pulled the ginger back and Bram stepped in his place "You're ruining my date" he told off the spirit with a frown. 

The dark-haired teen pounced into the air with a cloth-covered fist raised behind him, using the high ground and his speed Bram forced his knuckles through the hollow's mask, instantly smashing the bone structure to smithereens, as the spirit's body evaporated Ichigo ran to the knelt savior with a yell but after he had straightened their form the ginger spotted silver under the large tares in his glove before he had a chance to say anything Bram pulled off the useless cloth with a groan "Aw man, I hope I didn't break anything" he pouted at the limp limb which was made entirely of silver pieces with wires intractably hidden beneath the plates "I am not in the mood for another all-nighter" he sighed as he pulled out an extra glove form his black satchel, quickly noticing the quietness in the air which was odd. 

"Um.. hello?" he waved a hand in front of a low-jawed, body-frozen Ichigo "Hellllloooooo? Anybody home?" Bram tapped the teen's forehead playfully which was snatched away with a scowl "Don't do that!" he blushed childishly at how close his friend's face was, snapping him out of the bafflement of watching said friend take on a hollow. 

"I wouldn't have to if you would've said something" Bram shrugged, sneakily glancing at the hand which was still being held yet said nothing, he just innocently smiled at the anger-filled strawberry. 

"Well excuse me for freezing up after seeing my friend with a robot arm!"

"Awww we're friends?" 

As the pair went back and forth a small group of girls giggled and gasped in a different direction "Isn't that Ichigo Kurosaki and... Bram Lovegood? Are they... dating?" one of the females whispered a little too loudly causing the Kurosaki to burst into various shades of red while the being next to him merely chuckled with pink dusting over his cheeks. 

Luckily, due to plot development, Bram's home was nearby and he dragged the cherry-skinned male along with him and did his best to attempt to shake the poor male out of his embarrassed state, which thankfully had shimmered by the time the pair had made it home. Instead of making their way to the door Bram instead directed them towards the garage. 

He pulled out a button from his satchel and the door scratched open slowly, not waiting for the tin door to fully life its owner ducked under while peeling off the cotton glove. Ichigo stayed in the driveway awkwardly as the concrete room's innards were shown to the world, the space was filled with a workbench along the back wall and various tools, and some junk boxes filled with metal pieces scattered around.

The ginger ogled the odd workspace until a chuckle took his attention "You can come in if you want" the worker offered with a wave of his hand which held a screwdriver, entering the chilly cave Ichigo's stare continued to wander around the shelves and posters which decorated the walls. With a closer look, some of the posters turned out to be diagrams for a robotic arm which seemed familiar. 

"Like em?" Bram glanced over his shoulder before facing the project before him with a tinkering hand, his nose scrunched cutely as he focused on a particularly difficult part of his creation. 

"Should um.... should I.. go?" Ichigo awkwardly pointed to the exit with a sweat on his cheek, his offer made the shorter male spin in his wheelie chair with raised brows "What? No, you can stay if you want, I've got some frozen mini pizzas we can eat when I'm done- this should only take a few minutes... I hope" Bram frowned when he turned before pulling out another chair and pushing it toward the standing male "Take a seat, look around"

Ichigo took the seat after rolling it to the owner's desk and glanced at all the little bits and bobs that cluttered the desk along with some little letters. The teen was quick to notice a rather important yellow sticky note that stated the following; 

'DON'T GO OUTSIDE DURING A THUNDERSTORM DUMBASS!!'

What made the note stick out was that the left corner of the paper had been mysteriously burnt away, Ichigo chuckled at the sight of it which gained a lovesick glance from the body next to him. Their gazes accidentally met and they parted with warm cheeks, the ginger shuffled in his seat until the interest of Bram's limbs clutched him unfairly. 

"So uh.. how... how long have you had the arm...?" 

Bram gave a snort at the perplexed teen and raised the mechanical limb towards his guest "It's been five years since the arm and since my family was attacked by a powerful hollow. I wasn't there when it happened but.. when I arrived home the hollow was still there and it came after me too" his gaze lowered momentarily before realizing how close their faces were and backed up to work on his arm some more "My family has an ability that's been passed down for generations, I accidentally used it and had no idea of the consequences" he muttered casually "When I came to I was in a hospital bed and viola!" the teen held out the flesh arm with a sarcastic grin "No arm. Poof, gone. Bye bye! Never to be seen again!"  

"I'm sorry that happened" Ichigo's hand squeezed Bram's shoulders and he nodded gratefully "I appreciate it, I miss my family but they wouldn't want me to spend the rest of my life in misery"

They talked more about family members, death, and the remembrance of awakening with powers. 

"So how do your powers work? When you fought that hollow before I didn't see anything" 

Bram grinned and turned to face the cute frown that adorned his friend "Well, my family comes from a long line of powerful spiritual tamers, which basically just means we can control spiritual particles but it was always easier to just use the energy we had in our bodies" their gaze's locked for a little too long and Ichigo shifted to face something on the wall while the dark haired teen's eyes flickered between his opened arm and the lightly blushing strawberry.

"We're much like the Quince's in a way, but instead of materializing it into a bow, we turned it into explosives. It was dangerous so we would have to train and practice since we couldn't force it all out at once or... y'know... boom" 

"Boom?"

Bram nodded "Boom"

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Death by Design - 4/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: A very westallen-heavy chap. Enjoy!

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Chapter 4 -

While Cisco was flailing around, fighting for his life, Barry was at home, diving into what the FBI would probably consider extremely alarming: books on plane explosions. If they ever were to walk into his bedroom and see not only multiple books on the subject but also a map, a blueprint if you will, of the inside of the exact type of plane he’d been on minutes before it exploded in mid-air, well…that likely would’ve been seen as some sort of circumstantial evidence to him being behind the incident to begin with.

For some reason though, tonight he was restless. He couldn’t focus on the books or the map or the why behind it all. Because tonight all he could think about was Iris.

Their interaction at the memorial had been simple, no more significant than the night of the explosion, but it had hit him in a hard and confusing way. He felt drawn to her, attracted to her, and he didn’t even really know her. She was prettier than any of the other girls in his class, that much he was sure of, but her undying gratitude made her even more appealing. It made him want to get to know her, or at least want to once he could figure out what exactly had happened behind the plane explosion he’d been spared from.

He hadn’t had a girlfriend in a couple years, and it hadn’t been serious. She’d even switched schools a year later when her family up and moved out of the blue. He couldn’t remember being all that heartbroken over it either. Something his family didn’t know and might judge him for.

Becky Cooper.

A pretty blonde who shared his love of science. It was funny. He couldn’t even remember what she looked like beyond her hair color and how freakishly tall she was, which made kissing ideal because he didn’t have to bend down very much at all.

Iris was petite, but for some reason he didn’t mind that. In his mind he imagined picking her up and spinning her around, carrying her over the threshold of some house, and-

Whoa.

Marriage?

Was he fantasizing about marriage?

Any other boy his age would be fantasizing about sex, but here his 17-year-old ass was thinking about…

He shook his head free of the idea. He had his whole life ahead of him. The last thing he should be thinking about was settling down, especially to a girl who he’d hardly spoken to in all the years of high school they shared together.

Looking across the desk he sat firmly planted next to, he spied the newspaper that he’d grabbed on his way up to his room earlier that afternoon. Sure enough, there was a picture of Iris that bothersome photographer at the memorial had snapped. This one didn’t include Barry, but it didn’t matter. It was of Iris, and she was looking sad and beautiful.

He wondered if he could make her happy, if he could see a smile light her eyes and spread to her mouth in a brilliant smile. If he could pick her up and spin her around and-

Fuck.

He wanted to be her boyfriend.

He looked away. He didn’t have time to be anybody’s boyfriend right now, and his head was not in the right space to do it anyway. He opened the drawer and pulled out the dirty magazine his cousin Oliver had left in his possession on his last visit.

Oliver was in college now, a junior, and he was the epitome of a player, leading on multiple girls at once and dating them simultaneously too. When he couldn’t find any magazines with nude women in Barry’s bedroom on his last visit, he pulled one out of his suitcase and insisted Barry keep it.

Barry was resistant, especially on not wanting to get caught with it by his doting mother who thought the world of her son. But Oliver suggested he bury it in one of his messy clothes drawers, and so far his mother had been none the wiser. Barry hadn’t either though. He hadn’t looked at it once. Maybe it was time he start.

He glanced at the busty women on the front cover of the magazine only briefly before turning the page, and then a few more pages. More busty women appeared before him, and he faintly smirked, thinking how proud Oliver would be.

Then abruptly frowned, thinking how Iris would be mortified if they were dating and she found him with such a magazine.

“Am I not enough for you?”

He glanced over at the newspaper again, saw her sad features, and closed the magazine.

“Hell.”

Tossing the magazine aside, he unintentionally threw it in the direction of a blowing fan sitting on the desk. His eyes went wide as some of the pages got cut up in the spinning blades until at last the magazine dropped on the floor and one little piece of a page landed on his knee.

In big bold letters, it said CISCO.

Barry’s heart leapt in his chest. He got a very, very bad feeling.

Sticking the remains of the magazine back in his drawer, he quickly put on a jacket and ran out the door, ignoring the cries of his parents sitting by the television in the living room.

His heart beat wildly inside his chest. It was three long blocks to the Ramon residence, but Barry ran there as fast as he could. He was two houses away when he saw the siren lights from an ambulance directly in their driveway. His breath was stolen from him as he approached, looking for an explanation.

When he saw the body bag being rolled out, and an inconsolable Mr. and Mrs. Ramon, Barry knew who was inside. But he didn’t want to believe it.

Then, suddenly, from the tree off to the side peeked out the recent object of his affection.

“Barry!” Iris yell-whispered. “What are you doing here? Get out of here!”

She sounded worried for him, and he should’ve been warmed by that, but his mind was still screaming, refusing to believe his best friend was now dead.

“What happened?” he cried out, begging for anybody to hear him. At last, Mr. Ramon approached, his wife close by his side.

“Didn’t you see it?” The venom spit out between his teeth. “You caused Francisco so much guilt over Dante staying on the plane that he took his own life.”

Barry blanched.

“No, no that’s impossible.”

Mr. Ramon looked away, back to the body bag being loaded into the ambulance. Barry would not be thwarted though, not now.

“Mr. Ramon, I talked with Cisco today at the memorial. He made plans with me to go on a road trip after you were feeling better. Why would he do that if he was planning on killing himself?”

The older man only shook his head, not wanting to hear another word. Barry looked past him and saw Agent Singh and Agent Kramer, and then looked over to the tree again. Iris was gone, and it probably looked very suspect to the FBI that he had shown up at the scene of the crime without being told.

He heaved a sigh and watched as the ambulance drove away.

Great.

…

A couple days passed by, and the guilt Barry felt over Cisco’s passing only increased. Especially when he was given that cold call from Mr. Ramon explicitly instructing him not to come to the funeral. Barry became somehow more obsessed with what had happened on the plane, and then what had happened with Cisco. None of it made sense, and it made even less sense when he just sat in his room going crazy over what the connection could be.

So, he took to walking throughout the neighborhood, hoping some fresh air would give light to the situation. When a leaf floated down from a tree directly above him and landed right in front of his next step on the sidewalk, Barry got an eerie feeling. Did it mean something? Did every little thing mean everything now? Just like that little piece of paper had been a warning to Cisco’s impending death?

A dog barked from across the street to the right, startling him out his thoughts. The owner calmed the large dog down, and Barry was about to continue his walk when a small child, maybe 10, poked his hand hanging by his side.

Barry actually jumped.

“Excuse me, sir, would you like some lemonade?”

He blinked, then looked beyond the boy to see a small table and a pitcher of lemonade and some cups, along with a little girl probably roughly the same age, looking up at him also and smiling politely.

“It’s only a quarter,” the younger girl said.

“I’ll give you one if you don’t have any change on you,” a smiling Iris said as she approached. “We haven’t gotten any takers all day.”

“Irissss, you’re not supposed to tell people that!” the little boy whined.

“Yeah, it’s bad for business,” the little girl chimed in.

Barry felt around in his pockets and found a dime.

“Will this work?”

The little boy sighed.

“We’ll give you half a cup,” the little girl said, taking the change and dropping it into their empty jar sitting on the table. She poured the lemonade carefully into a plastic cup. “Wally, will you please give this gentleman his beverage?”

Barry raised his eyebrows, amused. Then he caught Iris’ eye, and saw that hers had shot up as well. But Wally did as he was told and delivered the drink to him.

“Quite the vocabulary on your friend, Wally, is it?”

The little boy nodded.

“Thank you!” she beamed.

Iris chuckled.

“Jesse’s dad is a scientist, so she hears quite an extended vocabulary on the daily.”

“My dad is a genius.” Jesse beamed.

“Would you like some chocolate chip cookies?” Iris offered. “They just came out of the oven about…half an hour ago, I think.”

“Those are for customers!” Wally and Jesse protested.

Iris only laughed.

“I’m sure we can spare one or two.”

The children rolled their eyes.

“I hate when my sister has a crush,” Wally muttered, and Iris hurriedly grabbed Barry’s arm and lured him up the driveway to the garage before he could digest that particular comment. Maybe he hadn’t even heard it.

Barry saw the plate, and he had to admit, was immediately enticed.

“How many have you had?” he asked.

A pretty blush deepened her brightened her dark skin. She cleared her throat.

“Four,” she admitted, reaching for another for herself and one for him. “You can have as many as you like.”

“Thanks,” he said around a mouthful, then took the opportunity to look around the garage and found himself staring at an array of paintings. Most looked like he was looking into the eye of a storm, full of wild colors and rapid paint strokes. He caught Iris staring at him and knew he had to say something, especially when he saw the dried paint on her hands and jeans.

“Are these all- Did you paint these?”

“Mhmm.” She nodded. “I paint when I feel stressed or unsure, mostly. It’s an outlet.”

“Mm, I can see that. You been feeling that way a lot lately?”

She waited till his eyes met hers.

“Haven’t you?”

He shifted gears, away from the flirting he wanted to do and into his one-track mind and currently, all things Cisco.

“Why were you at Cisco’s house the other night?”

Iris licked her lips.

“My dad used to be a cop.”

He frowned.

“Used to be?”

She turned away and picked up a paint brush and a new easel, then started to paint.

“I’ve seen enough TV to know the FBI doesn’t usually investigate teen suicides. They were there last night. That means one, they still don’t have a clue what caused the crash, and two, they haven’t ruled out anything. The fact that seven people got off the plane is probably weird enough, but the fact that one of those people had a vision of the plane exploding before it actually did is highly suspicious. And it doesn’t help that the visionary’s friend just committed suicide.”

Except he didn’t. Barry would stand by that till his dying breath.

“Why were you there the other night?” he repeated.

Iris set her paintbrush down and circled around deeper into the garage. She uncovered another painting, a huge one. It was a mess. All darkness and light and swirling lines, more intense than any of the other paintings, larger too.

“Do you know what this is?”

His brows fused together.

“This is…uh…”

“It’s a representation of how I feel about you.”

Barry pursed his lips.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not a bad thing. It’s just…It’s wild and chaotic and sudden and unexplainable. It’s an attraction. A connection.”

He locked eyes with her again, searching for words he couldn’t describe, that wouldn’t come tumbling out of his mouth.

“Four years of high school, and we barely said one word to each other,” she continued. “But that night on the plane…I didn’t see what you saw, but I felt it. It’s why I got off, why I defended you in front of all those other assholes thinking you caused it. I know you didn’t cause it, because I can feel your racing emotions whenever it relates to this…thing. Still. Even now.” She took a breath. “That’s why I was there that night. I…I felt your panic and your determination to find answers. I felt your grief and your rage and your guilt. I felt all of it.”

Barry turned away, the intensity of the situation getting to him. But he knew he couldn’t leave yet. This was the closest he’d come to answers or any real ally.

“You know, I’ve never dealt with death before. This could all be in our heads. It just feels like it’s all around us…”

“It?” Iris’ voice was colored with confusion.

“What if Cisco was just the first? Of us?”

Her eyes widened and then narrowed with curiosity and yearning.

“Is that something that you’re feeling?”

He moved past her, nearly knocking over another painting.

“I just wish that I could see him again,” he said, continuing. “One last time. So maybe I would know.”

Iris got a silly smirk on her face that Barry didn’t notice till the last second when their eyes locked again.

“Then let’s go see him.”

[ra0n]

KI RAON / intro (under the cut) / application / visage / profile

helllooo it's kira here and i'm v excited to bring you miss "princess u" ki raon !! you've probably seen her a) skateboarding around campus, b) constantly trying to find some new plight to throw herself into so she can write a song about it or more recently c) stuck in a gossip-girl-reported catfight between her and her sister (s'nu subplot). i'm super excited to get to know everyone so please like this for me to message u or feel free to message first &lt;3

warning: super sorry for how long and messy this is i was horribly unprepared

basics: 24, (grad) music production and sound engineering student at snu and the princess/princess u skeleton of s'nu

backstory it's just been her and her mom for as long as she remembers in their over-familiar, little town. grew up being taught to stay humble and always shrink herself into the background so nobody would take notice of her

but raon's always had a fiery spirit (exhibit one: constantly got scolded for shoving the same tacky boy over in the playground when they were five) (exhibit two: fought with a classmate over the last doraemon toy and came home with scratches. she won the fight btw) (exhibit three: picked up a guitar in eighth grade and never looked back, much to her mother's chagrin)

she always believed that she was destined for greater things despite the financial limits on her and discovering music felt like the final puzzle piece being slotted into place. "borrowed" instruments from her highschool's run down music room, not that anybody noticed, and taught herself between studying and her part time job at the local convenience store

developed a knack for song-writing and more specifically, music production using youtube videos and free programs though she saved up to buy some proper ones later on, essentially trying to translate her life of poverty into songs. many of them revolve around the hardships of her life and distant relationship with her mother

starving artist trope to the maximum

but yeah eventually graduated high school and told her mom she got into snu for business and management when in reality, it was for music production

ensue very messy argument when she found out which ended in raon running away with what she had saved up from her job to seoul. didn't talk to her again after that until raon found out she passed away

and then gets hit with news that the one of friends she's surrounded herself with is her actual step sister, and then realises with the help of gossip girl that they both like prince charming

no rest for the wicked!!! half loves half hates the attention on her - love because she likes to pretend to the world she has a strong front and nothing can sway her, hates because she actually does not have that strong of a front

just trying to get through university and graduate with a decent job at a music studio or big shot entertainment company, but if she can make some mess whilst she's here she might as well

character wise she's very entitled, genuinely believes she has a gift that nobody else does and that because she's gone through a life of poverty and struggles, she "deserves" good things to happen to her more than anyone else

which is why she's very determined to make sure prince charming is hers at the end - why should her sister whose lived a life of luxury get the first pick in a relationship, too?

takes a lot of pride in her music and works very hard, essentially a perfectionist when it comes to the stuff she produces so constructive criticism is accepted though not easily, especially if you're someone who isn't in the music field

has a bad habit of mistaking being blunt for being honest, not one to be soft-spoken but does talk quite a lot. initiates conversations most of the time ("hey wasn't that lecture so fucking boring") even if she's never met you before

super flighty as a person though it's unintentional. here one second, gone the next. always looking for inspiration, for something exciting, for someone interesting

works part-time as a night bartender at a club near snu because of the perks (aka free drinks plus sometimes, they let her mix the tracks on the dj deck)

also in an indie rock band that plays around bars and shows!! she's the guitarist and sub vocalist - not sure if they're trying to do something serious or just a ragtag group bound together by love for music but

sorry i'm not organised enough to have a plots page set up but throwing some ideas out there id love anyone from the s'nu subplot!! also band members (she loves you guys); regulars at the bar she works at; regulars at her band's gigs; fellow creatives; fellow skateboarders; ex-best friends; fwbs; fwbs getting increasingly messy; exes; someone she sees as her "muse"; someone who's been a fan of her music since her (unironic) soundcloud days; companies trying to recruit her for producing; someone who knew her pre-seoul; ride or die; found brother/sister (since she's waging war on her actual one); someone she keeps skating into accidentally and fuck she's so sorry for making you spill coffee over yo-

[survey--s]

625.

If you have a job, how long is your shift? I run my own business so I don't really have shifts. If I have them, I do cat visits from 6-7am, then dog walks 8.30-2pm, and then any evening visits are between 4-5pm. I normally just have dog walks though, cat visits are only a few weeks a year.

What was the last thing you received in an envelope? Something about council tax.

Do you ever wear your hair in a pony tail? No, I tend to put it up in a messy bun as it's better at keeping it out of my eyes than a ponytail.

When was the last time you got a new phone? About two years ago.

Do you wear your watch on your left or right arm? I don't wear a watch.

What was the last kind of pop you drank? Pepsi Max.

Do you think you’re single because you repel the opposite sex? I'm not single.

What language did you take up in high school? We had to do French and then I picked German as my second option.

Why are you home? Because I have to head off to feed Monty in half an hour, so there's not really much point in going anywhere else now.

Do you like sunflowers? They're pretty, sure.

Whose bedroom were you in last? Mine.

Are you counting down for anything? Leaving to feed Monty, lol.

Are you watching TV? What’s on? I'm watching an old episode of Dogs Behaving Badly.

Have you ever been bitten by a mosquito? Yeah, a couple of times.

Do you have a sweatshirt on right now? No, it's way too warm for anything like that lol.

Where is your ex? I really don't care.

Have any pictures on your dresser mirror? No.

Did you hang out with anyone today? What did you do? Just Mike and we just hung out at home.

Have you had any beer this week? No.

What channel did you last watch on tv? I haven't watched live TV for years.

What was the last alcoholic beverage you consumed? I had some wine at New Year.

Currently waiting on something/someone? Ha, yes, like I explained twice up-thread. Monty gets fed around four and I swear he gets huffy if I'm late lol.

Last time you painted your nails? I painted my toenails a few weeks ago. I don't think I've painted my fingernails since our wedding day.

What was the last thing you watched on television? Dogs Behaving Very Badly.

Is your shirt yellow? No.

How old will you be in 12 months? I'll be 35.

What did you do last night? Fed Jess and Monty, came home and just chilled in front of the TV as it was just so muggy and humid.

What woke you up this morning? Mike getting up to go fishing -_-

Do you sleep naked? No.

What should you be doing right now? Nothing, really. I have nothing else I need to do except my evenings visits.

Looking back, did you ever think you would be where you are now? No.

Do you have make-up on? Yeah, a bit of foundation as it doubles as sunscreen.

Have you kissed anybody in the last 4 days? Yeah.

Have you ever held hands with someone in a car? Yes.

The last person you kissed name started with a J or R? Both wrong.

Are you taller than 5 foot 7 inches? Yeah, by an inch.

Would you rather be called honey or baby? Baby.

The person you have the most feelings for calls you right now, what do you do? Wonder why he was calling me from the shed instead of just coming in to speak to me in person lol.

Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed? Because he's only outside.

Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette? Yeah.

Your last kiss meant nothing to you, right? No.

Where is your phone? Charging on the arm of the sofa.

Will you kiss the last person you kissed again? Yeah.

What if you had a baby with the last person you kissed? No thanks. I have no desire to have a baby ever.

Where did you get the shirt you are wearing? George.

Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years time? Yeah, well, I hope I'm still married in five years time lol.

Would you ever try being a vegetarian? I have done before but it wasn't for me.

Did anyone call you babe yesterday? No.

Did you ever slam a door on someone? I mean, not physically on them but yeah.

Have you ever walked on the beach at night? Yeah, loads of times now that I live by the coast.

I bet you’re thinking about someone right now? Nope.

Are you in love with someone right now? Yeah.

What have you watched so far today? I finally got round to watching the new Little Mermaid and then I've just been watching dog programmes on TV.

What is the weather like right now? Very humid. <---- sameee. It's horrible.

Have you ever given a toll collector 75 cents in pennies? Back in the days when the accepted cash, yeah.

What was your favorite Christmas gift you got last year? Probably my riding stuff.

[ladykailitha]

Can Anybody See Me? Part 3

Holy hell, guys. Seriously, I love you all. And just seeing the sheer amount of LOVE this story is getting makes me so happy.

Tag list of 50 has now been filled. Any other requests for tagging will be denied. I’m sorry.

Edit: Also if you saw the title as something else? No, no you didn’t. And any reblogs you see with anyone instead of anybody are a figment of your imagination. (*thuds head on laptop* I have the title right on here...in my file *wails*)

Part 1 Part 2

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Eddie was wrong. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. On the one hand, he was wrong and that was uncomfortable. On the other it meant that whatever was going on with Steve he didn’t care about his reputation anymore and that was always a good thing.

He had walked out of the school doors to the parking lot after school to see a Steve Harrington leaning against his van, just like yesterday.

“Harrington,” Eddie said, “this is a surprise.”

Steve ducked his head. “If you don’t want me to be here, I can leave.”

Eddie held up his hands. “Whoa, whoa there. I didn’t say that. I’m just surprised you took me up on the offer is all. Last time I checked your lot doesn’t throw in with mine.”

Steve’s shoulders sagged. “It does now. Now that I don’t have anyone else.”

Eddie’s eyes widened and he cocked his head. “I thought you and Nancy Wheeler were hot and heavy.”

The very idea of the two of them made him gag. Hetros. Freaking insane, man.

“We broke up on Halloween,” Steve murmured.

Eddie blinked. He had been at that party. To sell, of course, he hadn’t been invited. Had even seen Wheeler storm off, but he really hadn’t thought much about it.

“What bridges haven’t you burned?” he asked in all seriousness.

“My kids,” Steve said. “I’d do anything for them.”

“Okay, that’s going to have to take some explanation,” Eddie said, shoving his hands in his back pockets.

Steve looked around the van and gulped. “Can we take this somewhere else?”

Eddie looked over and saw Nancy and some other guy being all cutesy. “Yeah. Come on, hop in. I’ll bring back later to pick up your car when the lot’s no longer crawling with people who want to do you in.”

Steve sighed in relief, his body fulling relaxing for the first time since Eddie started this journey. He moved around to the other side of the van and got in once Eddie unlocked the door.

“Where to, my liege?” Eddie asked with a grin.

“Is the quarry okay?” Steve asked shyly.

Eddie’s grin softened to a smile. “Sure thing, pretty boy.” He started the van and pulled out on to the open road, leaving behind the messy turmoil that was high school.

They made it out to quarry and Eddie climbed up on the top of his van. Steve looked up at him in amazement.

“Uh, how am I supposed to get up there?” Steve asked.

Eddie leaned over the side and held out his hand. “Grab hold.”

Steve looked at it a moment and then back up at Eddie. He looked into those doe brown eyes and sighed. He planted one foot against the side of the van and then took Eddie’s hand.

And was promptly vaulted to the top of the van.

“Holy shit!” Steve said once he was settled next to Eddie. “You’re strong.”

Eddie laughed. “It comes from all the lugging equipment around for my band. And helping out with stage crew.”

“Wow, you have a band?” Steve asked.

Eddie nodded. “Corroded Coffin. It’s a metal band, we play at the Hideout every week.”

Steve bit his lip. “I don’t know much about metal. I tend to go for alt rock bands like Oingo Boingo, Depeche Mode, REM, Tears for Fears...I bet that was a load of gibberish for you.”

Eddie shook his head. “I’m familiar with a couple of them,” he admitted. “Not my thing. But I would have pegged you for a pop vibe.”

Steve scoffed. “I have some taste, man.”

Eddie laughed. “I’d beg to differ, but sure. You do you, dude.”

Steve bumped Eddie’s shoulder. “Go on, then. Impress me with your metal bands, since mine are such shit.”

“My favorite is Metalica,” Eddie said, bumping Steve back. “But I like Mercyful Fate, Dio, Poison.”

Steve wrinkled his nose. “And I thought my bands had weird names.”

“What the hell is a Depeche Mode anyway?” Eddie fired back.

“What is a Metalica?” Steve replied.

Eddie opened his mouth, but no sound came out. “All right, you got me there.”

“I was talking to Mrs Hall today about my schedule,” Steve said, drawing his knees up to his chest and resting his chin on them. “I have to drop basketball and baseball. It’s too late to drop swimming, but I talked to Coach Burton and he said I should be cleared for competition I just have to see the swimming board’s doctor for final confirmation.”

“So suddenly you have two classes opened up?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah, my last two,” Steve mumbled into his knees. He lifted his head with a sigh. “She won’t let me just drop them and not pick up new classes even though the semester half way through.”

“So you thought about what to fill those slots with?”

“She gave me a list of options,” Steve grumbled and dug the paper out of his pocket. He handed it to Eddie.

Eddie looked over the options. “Debate, would double as extra English credit...” he mumbled reading what Mrs Hall had wrote. “Can’t see you doing that one, if I’m honest.”

Steve shook his head. “Me either. I know it’s not just arguing. But I know they can get heated. I don’t need complete strangers yelling at me when I get that enough at home.”

Eddie nodded. “Choir. Can you sing?”

Steve blushed. “Yeah, actually. But I’ve never wanted to join the choir.”

Eddie frowned. “Why not?”

Steve cleared his throat and looked away. “My vocal coach said that I don’t blend well and am very loud.”

Eddie bumped into Steve’s shoulder. “Soloist only, then?”

Steve nodded.

“Sounds like you’d be great at metal singing,” he continued. “Very loud and very in your face.”

Steve laughed. “Whatever you say, man. But no, choir is out.”

Eddie looked back at the list. “Machine work?”

Steve shook his head. “My dad would kill me.”

“Too blue collar for your dad?” he asked. Steve nodded. “I gotcha.”

“Stage crew,” Eddie continued.

Steve sighed. “I thought about that one, but like with the machine work it’s too ‘blue collar’ for my dad. Plus with my concussion, I’m pretty sure either option would be out.”

Eddie cocked his head and clicked his tongue. “Fair enough.” He looked over the list. “Pottery?”

Steve laughed. “Sure, why not? That’s one.”

Eddie nodded. He mentally crossed out all the classes that were seventh period, focusing only on the class that were eighth.

“Hmm...” he murmured pursing his lips. “Looks like what you’ve got left is geology and drama.”

Steve reared his head back. “What the hell is geology?”

Eddie shook his head. “I have no idea, but it’s obviously a science-y thing.”

Steve let out a bitter laugh. “I guess it’s pottery and drama.” He buried his face in his knees again. “I know my reputation is already in tatters but fuck those kids in those classes are going to tear me to pieces.”

Eddie blinked. The mystery that was Steve Harrington was like following a rabbit down a hole, and coming up to Wonderland. “You’re more concerned that they’re going to make fun of you then you are of your old friends making fun of you?”

Steve lifted his head. “Well sure. I know Tommy and them are going to make fun of me even if I stayed on both teams. That’s a given. They’ve got King Billy to follow now and they’re gonna get vicious with it. But no, the real problem comes from the art geeks coming for me because I have invaded their space.”

Eddie almost brought up the drawing class Steve was already in, but wisely kept his mouth shut. He shrugged. “So tell them truth. Tell them you had course correct because of a concussion. Be honest and defer to them in all things.”

“I’m also going to be the only senior in those classes, man,” Steve groused.

Eddie cocked his head. “Yeah, probably. But what else have you got?”

Steve’s shoulders slumped. “Nothing.”

They lapsed into silence. Just sitting there for awhile looking out over the quarry.

After some time, Eddie bumped Steve’s shoulder again. “So you want to tell me about ‘your kids’?”

Steve frowned.

“Burned bridges, people who haven’t given up on Steve Harrington?” Eddie prompted.

Steve lit up. “Oh yeah. Sorry, man, it’s just the...” he pointed to his face. Eddie nodded. “I still don’t know how I got roped into dealing with these assholes, but yeah. There are six of them now. Started with Dustin Henderson. Smart kid, smarter than most adults I know. Then it expanded to his friends, which includes the little brothers of my ex and her new boyfriend, Jonathan Byers, and of course Lucas Sinclair. And then I picked up El or Jane. I’m not sure which one she prefers, most people call her El though. And then there’s Max.”

“Five boys and a girl?” Eddie asked, his face twisting awkwardly. “Congrats?”

Steve laughed. “Max is short for Maxine. But don’t you dare call her that.”

Eddie blinked. “Max Mayfield? As in Billy Hargrove’s step-sister?”

Steve tilted his head back. “Yeah...but I don’t think I could separate her from the group now if I tried. And besides, she’d kick my ass.”

“You are an enigma wrapped in a mystery, man,” Eddie said.

Steve looked over at him. “You don’t know the half of it.”

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🤔 surprising virgin Eddie w roadhead ?

Anything for my twin! (We’re both suckers for virgin!eddie and Danny D)

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader 18 PLUS NO MINORS

warnings: virgin!eddie with experienced reader. Road head (m receiving). Slight corruption kink. Cum swallowing.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always very appreciated.

Word Count: 2K

Whips of muggy evening air brush across your face from the open window of Eddie’s passengers seat. One hand outside you trace the curves of the road with the edge of your palm, eyes following the path of the faded street lines against the glow of his headlights. The soft beams of the moon mesh with the lights of his dashboard and when you look over they hit his face in a way that makes your heart flutter and your thighs press together.

Tonight had been date number four and you were determined to get him to do more then just kiss you. Shutting it down every time it would get too heated with the promise of next time, the nerves that jangled in the shake of his voice gave him away. You’d always figured Eddie might be a virgin having never seen him with any type of girl or guy through out the many years you’d gone to high school together. You weren’t exactly sure what happened after you’d graduated and he got held behind but you definitely knew he wasn’t pulling anybody at The Hide Out

Picking up a summer job bar backing the two of you reconnected when his band started playing their weekly gigs. Charming you with his goofiness and big doe eyes the crush you had on him for all those years came roaring back to life. So when he finally got to courage to ask you out a few weeks ago it had become harder and harder to keep your hands off of him. Quickly becoming addicted to the crimson that spread like a wildfire across his cheeks at your advances.

Messy curls blow lightly in the wind from your window and thick ringed fingers tap to the beat of the music on the steering wheel. His chocolate eyes are focused on the road ahead of him, biting his bottom lip you wonder what’s going on in that pretty little head of his. Pulling your hand back in you crank the window shut, the difference in sound ringing in your ears temporarily before the unspoken tension thickens in the van. Eyes darting to yours he gives you a shy smile before returning his attention back to the empty road.

Remembering the way he had you pressed against the van before this, hungry lips leaving a mess all over your neck and chest had you feeling bold. Tucking your hair behind your ears you take a deep breath before turning to the side in your seat. Catching your movement in the corner of his eye, Eddie looks over at you with an arched brow

“Everything good sweetheart?” Confused by the heat of your gaze you watch the beginnings of pink start to flush his cheeks.

“Yeah, everything’s great.” Grinning sweetly you place a hand on his thigh giving it a light squeeze. “Why don’t you keep your eyes on the road?”

Shooting you another confused look and a double take he gives in fixing his attention back to where it was. His grip tightening against the steering wheel, you can feel how worked up he is from your seat just from your stare.

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, the taste of cherry from your gloss hits your tongue. Pushing your hand up the muscle of his thigh the denim is rough under your palm. Eyes catching the way his pants were already tightening you fought the smug grin that dared to break across your face.

“What- what are you doing?” Eddie’s eyes are big when they meets yours and despite his nervous demeanor you can see the same want darken the warm chestnut of his iris’s.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Pushing yourself closer your fingers ghost past the bulge that was fighting against his zipper. Trailing your way up they rest against the top of his jeans.

Swerving slightly he mutters a ‘fuck’ under his breath. Cheeks burning hot, his eyebrows furrow in concentration. His grip on the steering wheel becoming so tight the whites of his knuckles showed.

“Do you want me to stop?” It definitely didn’t feel like he wanted you to but you had to hear him say it. When he takes a minute to answer you start to pull your hand away but he’s quick. Calloused fingers grip your wrist just hard enough to stop you.

“N-no.” Letting go of your wrist his sweaty fingers stick to your skin slightly before returning back to their home on the steering wheel.

Smiling to yourself you eagerly pop open the front button of his pants before slowly pulling down the zipper. Hissing under your slow movements, Eddie exhales loudly through his nose when the restricting metal is finally out of the way.

Placing a hand on his arm rest you push yourself up so your lips rest against his ear, your close proximity enough to make him groan.

“Lift your hips up for me baby.” Making sure they brush against the shell of his ear with every word he shudders under your smooth voice.

Nodding frantically he lifts them up just enough for you to shove them below the curve of his ass. Blue and white checkered boxers are revealed already stained under the hardness of his cock that is begging to be released from its cotton confines.

Licking your lips you press an open palm against the length of him, wrapping your fingers loosely around the curve.

“Jesus Christ.” Swerving again the motion makes you squeeze him hard out of reflex eliciting another moan from his lips. The redness that takes over his cheeks you could tell he was starting to get embarrassed about how sensitive he was.

Squeezing him again you watch him bite his lip to try and keep quiet too shy to look at you in the wrecked state he was already in.

“Don’t hold back, I like it Eddie.” Reaching into the hole of his boxers your fingers wrap around the smooth skin of his cock, pulling it free you give it one hard pump before bringing your lips back to his ear. “Let me hear how good my mouth makes you feel.”

Gulping loudly Eddie’s wide eyes meet yours, a devilish pushing across glossed lips.

“Eye’s on the road big boy.” Stroking his ego a little bit to soothe some of his nerves you throw him a quick wink before lowering your head to his lap.

You weren’t necessarily stroking his ego, Eddie was big. You’d be lying if said you weren’t intimidated when you felt the weight of him in your hand, and even more so when it sat directly in front of your face. Slick starting to build in your panties at the thought of him splitting you in two with it.

Leaning further over you balance yourself on your knees on the passengers seat hiding yourself from the view of unsuspecting cars that might catch a glimpse. Gripping the base of him with a firm grip you let your lips hover over his pink leaking head. When your hot breath tickles against the sensitive skin he shudders underneath you. Brushing your lips against the tip you swipe your tongue out, it’s quick and teasing only collecting some of the salty precum that glistened on top.

“Holy fuck!” Swerving off the side of the road his bad driving is almost enough for you to lose your balance.

“Eddie, if you are going to kill us I’m going to have to stop.” Only slightly annoyed your chest swells at the power you already had over him. Looking up at him from underneath your lashes his brown eyes meet yours in apology.

“I’m good- I’ll be good. Shit, sorry.” Rubbing an exasperated hand over his face he refocuses his attention back on controlling the van.

It takes you a moment to get situated again, positioning your mouth right above his angry looking head. You let one more long breath fan over his length. Twitching in your hands you swirl your tongue around the tip collecting the rest of the pre cum before taking him into the heat of your mouth flattening your tongue along along the vein that protruded from the side.

Car jerking slightly you can hear Eddie cursing under his breath above you. Humming around him, you start to move yourself up and down in a slow and steady rhythm, tongue wrapping around his length with every bob of your head. Pushing yourself down on him till your sticky lips hit the side of your hand, it’s still enough of him to have you drooling down your chin.

The feeling of a tentative hand on the top of your head breaks you concentration, and you let him fall from your lips with a loud pop.

“Is this okay?” He sounds nervous when asks like he’s ruined the moment.

Without a word you free one of your hands from his length to guide his fingers to your hair, curving them with yours encouraging him. Bringing your attention back to his cock that stood tall and painfully hard in you hand you wrap your lips tightly around him again. Moving your hand out of the way finding a new home on his thigh you try to fit the entire length of him in your mouth.

Gagging slightly when he hits the back of your throat, his fingers tug harshly at your hair when he feels the wet walls of your mouth constricting around him. Nose pressed against the rough patch of hair at his base you twist your head from side to side sucking harder as you make your way back up his length.

The van feels like it’s moving faster then it should but the way he starts pulsating in your mouth tells you he’s close, and you can’t find it in yourself to care.

“I’m fuck- baby, that feels so good. Jesus you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” His voice sounds raspy when he talks, thick with want while your mouth continues to swallow him whole. Pushing yourself further down your eyes start watering as you gag around his length, a wet patch of drool forming on the crotch of his boxers underneath you.

Pulling the van over with a harsh crank of the wheel to the side of the road, his foot hits the break hard as hot ropes of cum start shooting down the length of your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby, baby.” Throwing his head back with eyes closed tight his fingers slowly loosen their hold in your hair, his body going limp underneath you.

Greedily swallowing every drop you let his already softening member fall from your lips, landing on the wet spot on his boxers.

Untangling from your hair his hand rubs across his face, the intensity of his orgasm leaving him a shuddering mess. Sitting up you plop back down in your seat wiping your mouth with the back of your hand with a satisfied hum. Keeping his eyes closed with his head pressed to the against the headrest you watch him take a moment to catch his breath. When his big eyes meet yours, a shy smile crosses his lips before a laugh bubbles out. Shaking his head he adjusts himself back in his pants before putting both hands back on the wheel turning his attention back onto you.

“That was, that was incredible.” Shaking his head in disbelief he leans over encouraging you to meet him half away which you do gladly.

Pressing a soft kiss to your lips he pulls away just enough to look in your eyes, ringed fingers reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Despite having his cum in your mouth moments ago your own cheeks heat up under his gaze.

“You better get used to it baby.” Stealing one more kiss you let yourself fall back into your seat stealing on of his hands in the process, excited for whatever was next for the two of you.

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A Stolen Kiss Over Wine

Chapter 1

Summary: After a painful break up , your best friend Aegon is there to help you get over your heartache …

“Wha…do you mean…?” You asked with confusion.

You sat on the couch, alone in your loft apartment talking to your boyfriend Jacob. You had been together for about four months, he was lovely , bookish but something was missing from his interactions with you…after every kiss or hug you needed more. In the bedroom he was…nothing to boast about but more than satisfactory. You had met him through work, you had landed your dream job as a proof reader for a publishing house- reading books for a living. Amazingly you had the loft apartment you dreamed of, High windows and ceilings, rustic kitchen , open spaces and a master bedroom with an en suite and walk in wardrobe. You considered yourself very lucky. Meeting Jacob was the cherry on the cake.

And yet a mere 16 weeks later here he is…breaking up with you over the phone.

“So that’s it…Jesus Jacob this couldn’t have waited? I was suppose to see you in an hour!?” You were angry, hurt and incredibly mystified.

“Go to hell Jacob . Just go to hell!” You shouted throwing the phone across onto the large lounge chair.

You laid back on the couch and felt your heel kick the cushion breath your feet. You then groaned as the door knocked twice. You got up and opened the door, your best and oldest friend Aegon stood there looking chipper as always, he wore a dark green coat with grey jumper and solid blue jeans he looked very chilled. His hair slightly ruffled.

The smile on Aegon’s face faded as he saw your annoyed expression “Bad Time?” He said - looking at your attire. Perfect. You thought. Your hair was half up in a messy bun, wearing your old Bowie t shirt and your ladies burgundy boxers.

Aegon smirked as you failed to answer “Jacob not up for it ?”

You shrugged “No he…we broke up.”

He immediately stepped in and closed the door behind him, he wrapped you in a hug

“Ahhhh Y/N I’m sorry.”

His familiar musky scent strangely reassured you as you felt calmer. He placed his hands on your shoulders and looked at you “Forget him.” He reached inside his coat pocket and produced a bottle of red wine.

“Aegon wha…” you said as you watched him go to the kitchen , you followed him “Please tell me you don’t just carry one of those around ?” He removed his coat and tossed it onto the back of the couch.

He reached up the top shelf above the sink and brought down two wine glasses , as he opened the bottle he looked at you “If I tell you my reasoning …you’ll hate me”

As he picked up the glasses and the bottle you folded your arms “Aegon if anybody around here is gonna be truthful you know it’s you.”

You and Aegon had been friends since the first years of school, you rarely argued and were the very definition of best friends. You admitted he has grown up into an attractive man, and he occasionally complimented on how you had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. But he was your best friend and the idea of being with him had never crossed your mind.

He chuckled as you both strolled to the couch he put the glasses down on the table and held onto the bottle , you kept your eyes on him as you sat down

“Jacob was a looser …you were too good for him. I knew…if you came to your senses or worst case scenario he’d be an idiot and dump you then…” he said wriggling the bottle in his hands.

You sighed “I …thanks. You always have the answer….”

He shrugged “I know how to look after you .”

You nodded “ Still sucks getting dumped.”

He sat down putting the bottle on the table , he lightly patted your knee , your legs were smooth and he picked up on that... As his hand did not move. He squeezed it slightly before folding his arms against his chest.

“I must have missed Jacob on my way up- don’t tell me he took the lift?”

Aegon asked

You cleared your throat “He ..rang me. Ended things over the phone.” You said

Aegons smile faded “He what?”

You shrugged, reassuring the fact that Jacob had in fact ended things with you over the phone. “Legit two minutes before you knocked.”

“What a dickhead.” Aegon said leaning forward and pouring the wine into your glasses.

He held up his glass with a cheeky grin “Here’s to you Y/N. Free of that idiot….and here is hoping the next man you hook up treats you right.”

You chuckled and clinked your glass with his “Cheers.”

That first bottle of wine did not see the next hour, you had ordered pizza to share to help soak up the alcohol, it did not help.

Much though as you felt slightly tipsy as the night continued to see you and Aegon sat in the living room

Drinking your sorrows away. Aegon had switched on some music, streaming his playlist consisting of a mixture of his favourite tunes as well as his own compositions.

You were sat on the floor in front of the table , Aegon remained on the couch looking so cozy and relaxed.

As you leaned over to top up your glasses you noticed the bottle was empty , you jumped to your feet slightly unsteadily to which Aegon laughed “You be careful…I’m not first aid trained!” He giggled.

“You’re a music teacher shouldn’t that be a thing?” You pointed out.

He laughed “The most chilled of subjects to teach.” You chuckled as You wondered over to your bookshelf , moving a few books and grabbing something.

“Where are you going ?” He asked

You returned holding a bottle of Johnnie Walker

“Oh …why not .” He held up

His glass and you clumsily poured some in his and in your own.

“Do you remember when we went to the Johnnie Walker experience in Edinburgh?” He asked leaning forward towards the table.

You nodded giggling slightly “that was a good couple of days…we should go back there soon.”

“Round Two Y/N?” He said picking up his glass and inhaling the Smokey whisky scent.

You raised your glass “Yes! Let’s go there again!” You took a sip and felt your inhibitions getting looser. Aegon too was slightly tipsy as he almost missed the table putting his glass down “Bad influence you are.” He said as you poured more into his glass. You didn’t respond, only laughing a little.

“You trying to get me drunk?” He asked smiling

“Doesn’t need s lot of trying Aegon your such a light weight.” You chuckled

“Pot kettle black.” He grinned.

You playfully patted him on the shoulder before returning to the floor opposite him. “Come on cheer me up…how’s Zoe?”

He didn’t nod with huge excitement but he smiled only slightly “Yeah she’s…great.” Aegon had been dating this girl Zoe whom you only met a few times, she seemed nice but she wasn’t very warm to you.

You tilted your head slightly taking a sip of wine “Oh? Trouble in paradise?”

He took a drink of wine and swirled the glass in his hand “I like her and she’s nice ….but I don’t know…” his voice trailed off as he bit his lip upon reflection, you were drawn to it and quickly masked your expression by taking another drink.

“You’ve only been…going out what? A month?” You asked “Still early days Mate.”

He nodded “I suppose.” He smiled over his glass.

He suddenly sprung to his feet, standing near you to lean down and reach for a slice of pizza. He picked one up but dropped it when the next song came on.

“Ohhh yes come on this song!” He said excitingly. “We need to dance!” He suggested.

You felt too comfy on the floor , your legs crossed you shook your head

“I’m Not…oh hey come on…” you mumbled .

He held his out “dance with me.”

You took his hand, in one almost effortless swift move he had got you to your feet , he pulled you in close.

The song changed and it happened to be one of your favourites , he leaned over and turned it up.

“You love this song…” he said with a giggle

Heaven by Chris Rea was one of your most cherished songs, you nodded as Aegon held you close and began to sway you slowly in rhythm to the music . You felt so at ease dancing together , Aegon dipped you - not taking your eyes off him , your arms looped around his neck as he brought you back up. His hands rested on your hips as the song started to slow, suddenly your foreheads were resting against each other

“This is nice…” he whispered

“Mmm…feels good…” you responded very quietly.

Your eyes met, the setting sun beams were unable to bridge a gap between you as you blinked once , Aegons head turned slightly and you felt his wine soaked lips met yours slowly but firmly. The sensation was tingling up your nerves, you opened your lips a little and felt his tongue crawl in your mouth- exploring every corner as your hands cupped his neck. You moaned at this touch, you wanted , no needed more. He squeezed your hips as the kiss deepened, you felt his hand move up to your hand and his fringes brush though your hair before settling it holding the back of your neck . Your tongues now battling for dominance - he also let out a slight moan as one of your hands palmed against his chest.

Reality pulled you both back slowly as the kiss broke, you looked at each other , lips mere inches apart. Still pressed against each other you whispered “Aegon…”

He nervously bit his lip briefly “Yeah…?” He replied just as quietly .

“I think…Tha…” the alcohol had got the better of you, your head started to spin as a result of the intoxicating elixirs and the rush of kissing Aegon. Your eye lids fell too heavy to stay awake, before you knew it you were drifting away into sleep.

He held onto you as you failed to stay awake ,

“Whoah Whoah steady.” He said with concern. Your head fell into the crook of his neck and he smiled warmly.

“Y\N? You okay?” He said as he shook you once gently to check if you were awake. He laughed once. He managed to walk you to your bed and gently lower you down, pulling the cover over you - before quickly fetching a bucket and placing it by your bedside table. He took one look at you and rested his fingers on his lips for s moment, before retreating to the door, leaving your room

But not taking his eyes off you as he left the door only open slightly. He made his way to the couch , collapsing onto it in a drunken haze, before finally letting his eyes close and drift off into slumber.

☀️

As you woke the next morning your head aches with a crunching headache that stung, you fluttered your eyes awake properly trying to piece together the evens of last night. You remembered talking to Jacob and then Aegon showing up…you slowly moved your hand up to your face, your fingers ghosted of your lips, you could still taste the bittersweet red wine on them…when you wet your lips with your tongue it hit you. You remembered …you kissed your best friend last night.

Chapter 2

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