#might come back to them at some point but yeah

[keeryhours]

wildflower chapter seven

Eddie Munson x Henderson! female reader, Steve Harrington x reader

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Summary:

Eddie springs something on you, and Steve is not happy.

Warnings:

Angst, fighting

Word Count: 3k

A/N:

I hope you enjoy 💕 Thank you so much for your support on this series!

It had been two weeks without any word from Eddie. You felt terrible after he had shown up and found you and Steve after…well. You knew it had hurt him, which is something you never wanted to do, despite your history.

It was another uneventful day at the diner. You had just delivered a tray of drinks to one of your tables when you noticed Chief Jim Hopper coming in and heading your way.

“Hey, Hop,” you greeted with a smile, sitting the empty tray down on the counter. “Where do you want to sit today?”

Hopper approached you with an uncomfortable look on his face. It made you nervous, your eyebrows furrowed as he got closer. He was carrying some papers in his hand. He called you by your full name as he reached you, which he never did.

“…Yeah?” You said, concerned about whatever he was about to drop on you.

Hopper rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’ve got some papers for you.” He handed you the stack of papers, avoiding your gaze. You’d known Hopper your entire life and he’d never acted like this around you before.

You looked down at the papers. Petition for Establishing Paternity. Signed - Edward Munson.

You looked up at Hopper, eyes wide. “What…what is this?”

Hopper was still avoiding your gaze. “Eddie filed to establish paternity. This is a court order for a DNA sample from both you and Asher.”

Your head spun with this information. Eddie had filed for paternity with the court? You had seriously just been served papers? “What…what does this mean?”

“You’ll have to go to the address on the paper to provide a DNA sample from you and Ash,” Hopper said. “If the DNA proves Eddie is Asher’s father, he’ll be added to the birth certificate and he’ll have paternal rights. He’ll most likely file for joint custody at that point.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Eddie hadn’t even talked to you about this. He hadn’t talked to you at all. Was he really so mad at you about Steve that he’d do this? In this way?

You thanked Hopper for coming out here and he gave you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before he left. You felt like you were in shock. You couldn’t think of anything else as you went on with your day - you felt like you might cry. This was so much all at once. You never would have kept Asher from Eddie, if he had just asked. But adding him to the birth certificate so soon? And having to go to court?

Your mind was still reeling with this information when Steve and Robin showed up after their shift at Family Video. They could tell something was wrong immediately.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked as soon as he reached you. He placed his hands on your shoulders, looking you over like something had happened to you. “What’s going on?”

An equally concerned Robin stood next to him as you sniffled and wiped your eyes. You reached behind the counter and grabbed the stack of papers, handing them to Steve. “Eddie had me served.”

“He what?” Steve said, grabbing the papers from you and looking over them as Robin gasped. He flipped through the papers, getting angrier by the second.

“Why would he do something like that?” Robin asked. “That’s not like Eddie at all.”

You and Steve exchanged a look - you knew exactly why Eddie would do this. He was hurt and angry. Robin didn’t know about you and Steve sleeping together, and you weren’t planning to tell her, at least not yet. Things had already been confusing enough between you and Steve.

“I don’t know,” you said, looking down. “I wish he had talked to me first.”

Steve was clenching his jaw. He handed the papers back to you, turning and walking out of the diner angrily.

“Where are you going?” Robin called, throwing her hands up. “You’re supposed to be my ride home!”

Steve sped into Forest Hills Trailer Park. His car skidded to a stop outside the Munson trailer, and he killed the engine. Eddie’s van was outside. Steve knew he probably should have taken the time to calm down a little, but he wasn’t thinking straight. He climbed out of his car and slammed the door shut, stomping up to the front door and banging on it.

“What the fuck-“ Eddie said as he opened the door, then his eyes went wide. “Steve? What the fuck are you doing here?”

Steve shoved Eddie in the chest, making him stumble backwards. “What the fuck is wrong with you? How could you do this to her?”

Wayne stood up from the couch in shock as Eddie shoved Steve back. “How could you do this to me? Take my place in my son’s life, sleep with my girlfriend?”

“She is not your girlfriend!” Steve yelled back, exasperated. “You left her! And you all but admitted you slept with groupies on the road. You expected her to just wait for you while you did whatever you wanted and come running back whenever you decided to show up again? Whether you knew about Asher or not, you abandoned her!”

Eddie was at a loss for words. “I- that’s my son. He’s not yours. As much as you want him to be.”

Steve clenched his fist. He wanted to take a swing at Eddie so bad. “She missed you, you know? It took her a year to stop talking about you. I bet you didn’t think about her at all.”

“I did think about her,” Eddie said. “I thought about her all the fucking time.”

“Then why did you leave?”

“Why did you fucking sleep with her?” Eddie yelled, the hurt evident in his voice.

“That’s not relevant at all,” Steve said. “She’s a grown woman. She doesn’t owe you anything.”

Wayne jumped in at that point, ever the voice of reason as he tried to defuse the argument. “Eddie, he has a point. Why did you take off and never talk to that girl again? I thought you loved her?”

“I do love her!” Eddie exclaimed. “I love her so fucking much you have no idea.” He pointed a finger at Steve. “You could never even comprehend how much I love her. You could never love her the way I do.”

Steve scoffed. “Yeah, that’s not true, buddy. I’ve been here for her while you were off playing rockstar. I’ve been raising your son.”

It was Eddie’s turn to clench his fist. “That’s only because I didn’t know about him. I love her, and I love Asher.”

“You love her so much you had her served? Instead of just talking to her?” Steve stepped closer to Eddie, getting in his face. “Do you even know how upset she was?”

“Wait,” Wayne said, holding his hand up. “Ed, you had her served?”

“I want to see my son. I have rights.” Eddie said, holding his head up high. He felt like he was completely in the right here, he didn’t think he’d done anything wrong. He wanted custody rights, he wanted to be on the birth certificate. He wanted to be Asher’s father.

“She wants you to be in his life, you fucking idiot! All you had to do was ask! All you had to do was fucking show up for once in your life!” Steve was fuming, adrenaline coursing through his body, ready to fight. “She still misses you. The old you, at least. The one that never would have treated her this way.”

Eddie was speechless once again. Wayne walked over, cautiously putting a hand on his nephew’s shoulder. “Eds, you know I love you more than anything, and I’m always in your corner. But you need to grow up before you can be in your son’s life. That poor girl had to grow up a lot faster than she wanted, and she did it on her own.”

Eddie turned to his uncle, his brown doe eyes sad. “But Wayne-“

“No buts. I know the band is important to you, and I know you’ve worked hard. But you need to think long and hard about your decisions. You made a bad call. A petty one. This isn’t about you, or even you and her. It’s about that little boy. You need to be thinking about what’s best for him.”

The words struck Eddie deeply. He always valued his uncle’s advice - he had been a great father figure to him all these years, so he had to know what he was talking about. If anyone knew how to be a father, it was Wayne.

“I just…” Eddie ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve already done it now. I’m going forward with it. If we can agree on custody, we won’t have to go to court. But I’m going forward with getting my name on that birth certificate.”

Steve shook his head, laughing humorlessly. “You’re a selfish prick, Eddie Munson.”

Steve turned around and marched out of the trailer. Moments later, Eddie and Wayne heard his car starting and leaving the driveway. Eddie collapsed onto the couch, his head in his hands.

Maybe he really had fucked up.

Things had been different between you and Steve since sleeping together. You hadn’t done it again, but things were definitely…a little stranger. He had kept his word, and the next morning he drove you straight to the doctor for a morning after pill. As much as you loved Steve, and as much as you loved being Asher’s mom, you weren’t thrilled by the idea of adding another to the mix. The doctor had warned you it wasn’t 100% effective, but it was safer than nothing.

You weren’t ready to jump into a relationship, either. You knew Steve would want that, but he was happy to move at your pace. You weren’t sure what you wanted anymore.

The next day after being served, you had off work so you bundled Asher up and headed to the lab to fulfill the DNA samples. You had been stressing nonstop since you’d been served the papers. You didn’t mind adding Eddie to the birth certificate and giving him partial custody or visitation, but you had wanted to ease into it. He barely even knew Asher still, had only met him the one time. You didn’t want all this to be confusing for him since he was still so young.

You pulled up to the lab and killed the engine, climbing out of the car to get Asher from his car seat. You carried him inside on your hip, walking to reception and handing the paper to the woman working. You were so nervous you felt dizzy and sick to your stomach, like you could vomit at any second.

She asked your name first, then glanced down at the paper. “And this is Asher Henderson?”

“Yes,” you said, the toddler examining the building with curiosity. “It's…not going to be painful, is it?” You hated to put Asher through this at all, but especially if it involved blood work.

“No hon, it’s just a cheek swab,” she said, giving Asher a friendly smile and wave. Asher smiled back cautiously, hiding in your neck as he waved back. “You two can go on back.”

Asher clung to you as you walked to the back, following a nurse to a room. You sat Asher on the table and stood next to him. He eyed the tray with the long cotton swabs, but didn’t fuss since there wasn’t a needle in sight.

The nurse swabbed the inside of both of your cheeks first, showing Asher it wasn’t scary. Then she moved towards him - “Say aaaaaah!” - and you were grateful when he listened. He opened his mouth wide and she got the swabs she needed.

“Great job, little man,” the nurse praised, giving him a high five he happily returned.

You were struck by the most intense nausea at that moment, you almost doubled over and threw up on the floor right there. “Can you watch him?” You asked quickly, before you were sprinting from the room and to the bathroom down the hall, which was mercifully empty. You fell to your knees, emptying the contents of your stomach.

When you were done, you were in shock. You wiped your face with some toilet paper, flushing the toilet and leaning against the wall. You had been worried sick over the thing with Eddie, but you didn’t think it was that bad. It was getting to you more than you thought.

You straightened yourself up and hurried back to the room, where the nurse was letting Asher play with a stethoscope. She turned as you walked in and gave you a reassuring smile as she stood.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, picking up Asher. “Thank you for watching him. I don’t know why that happened.”

She gave you a reassuring squeeze on the arm as she headed out of the room. “It’s okay. I got sick ten times a day when I was pregnant with my daughter.”

“Oh, I’m not-“ You began, but she was already out of the room. You furrowed your brows, thinking maybe you needed a trip to the doctor in case you had the stomach flu. It was about that time of year.

It was also nearing Asher’s 2nd birthday, and you had a party to execute this weekend amongst all this drama. You wondered if you should invite Eddie or if that would be awkward. Ultimately you felt like you should at least extend the invitation - be a bigger person, and all that.

You had planned his birthday party at your mom’s house, since he was still too young for friends the entire guest list could fit comfortably. You’d already ordered the cake, and sent invitations to everyone.

Despite how angry you were at Eddie, you figured he at least deserved to attend his son’s birthday party.

You waited until Asher was tucked safely and cozily into his crib before you reached for the phone. You dialed the number you never forgot, even after all these years.

“Hello?” A voice greeted, familiar and missed.

“Hi Wayne,” you said. “How are you?”

“Well!” He responded, sounding significantly happier once he recognized your voice. “I’ve been alright. How have you been? How’s that little boy?”

“We’re both doing just fine,” you smiled over the phone. “Is Eddie there?”

“Sure is,” he said. “Do you want to talk to him?”

“Please.” You twisted the phone cord around your finger, the nerves creeping up in your stomach again. You’d already thrown up one more time since you’d been home, you didn’t want to do it again.

It was a few seconds of shuffling over the phone before you heard breathing. “Yeah?”

“Hey, Eddie,” you greeted awkwardly. Since you hadn’t spoken to him in so long, not since he caught you with Steve and not since being served, you didn’t know how he felt about you or the situation.

“Oh,” he said, sounding surprised to hear your voice. “Uh…hey.”

“I, uh, just wanted to ask you something,” you began. “Asher’s birthday is coming up and we’re having a party at my mom’s this weekend. I was wondering if you and Wayne wanted to come? The guys are invited too, of course.”

“Oh,” he said again, sounding shocked at the question. “Yeah. I mean, yeah, of course, I would love to go. I know Wayne would, too. I’ll talk to the guys.”

“Okay, cool,” you said, feeling extremely awkward. An equally awkward silence filled the air. Finally, you decided to address the elephant in the room. “I got your papers.”

“Oh..yeah,” he said, and you could practically see the uncomfortable expression on his face. “Yeah, Steve came to, uh…talk to me about that. Listen, I’m real sorry. I didn’t mean to spring it all on you like that.”

“It’s…okay,” you reassured him, although you really didn’t feel like it was. You were still kind of hurt about it. “I mean, you could have just asked.”

“Yeah, yeah, I…I know. I’m sorry.”

You were quiet for a moment. “We went and did the DNA samples today, so I guess that ball is rolling. They said it usually takes two days. And, well, you and I both know he’s yours.”

Eddie laughed lightly. “Yeah. He’s definitely mine. I didn’t have any doubts about that…kid’s my twin.”

His words made you laugh, too. “He sure is. I’ve seen your face every day for the past two years.”

It was silent again as your words hung in the air. Finally, Eddie spoke. “I’m…I’m really sorry. About what I did. Disappearing on you and never calling and all. That was…it was shitty of me. I admit I got caught up in the band and the fame. And I don’t know if you can ever forgive me - hell, I wouldn’t blame you if you couldn’t. But I’m sorry, and I just want you to know that.”

Tears welled in your eyes, a couple escaping and falling down your cheeks. You wiped them away with a sniffle. “Thanks, Eddie. That means a lot…for you to say that.”

“Well, I mean it,” he said. It was quiet again as neither of you knew what to say.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you this weekend at the party,” you said. “I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yeah…talk later.”

You hung up the phone, the lack of an ‘I love you’ feeling odd for the end of a phone call with Eddie. You remembered the nights laying on your bed at home and hogging the phone all night while you chatted with Eddie, totally in love, giggling and kicking your feet as you talked to him.

You still felt sick, so you felt like you should get an early night. You headed to your room, took a quick shower in your en suite bathroom, dried your hair and did your nighttime routine, then got cozy under the blankets. Your mind swam with thoughts of both Eddie and Steve, as you fought off the nausea. Finally, you were able to fall asleep, and get some rest from the mess that was your life.

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[doberbutts]

hello! I'm the one that sent you that ask a week or so ago. Sorry I didn't check to see if you'd answered for a while because I was just so upset and had to take a second. I will say I scrolled through a bunch of helpful posts you reblogged before I even found the ask again that helped a LOT.

Two things I thought you might want to know is that it wasn't speculation that you'd blocked the weirdo blog that sent me your way: they literally have "proudly blocked by doberbutts" in their bio which was why i felt safe coming to you lmao. Second is I guess my struggle with this issue was an overall struggle with how bad wider misogyny has gotten in general and how muddied it's gotten with the "male loneliness crisis" and like, centering men's issues under patriarchy and just how insanely upset it's been making me. Seeing cis MRAs identify with trans men freaked me out because like, yeah it's important to talk about how (cis) men suffer under patriarchy but it's just so rare for me to find men do that without devolving into misogyny, and I start to feel so helpless because I know validating these issues matter but women are being literally dehumanized openly. I do play oppression olympics with this specific issue and just of COURSE women suffer more under patriarchy, but the same men who demand space to air how they suffer won't acknowledge that truth. (sorry for soapboxing; some of them do! It's just...things are so bad for women rn lol it's really hard to have compassion when it feels like none is being given to me).

So the more I see this issue the more I think people are being affected by larger misogyny like I am, but are doing the typical thing that happens where you lash out at a group you can "reach." Policing and harassing trans men's behaviours is way easier than cis men. I've also been seeing some parallels between this discourse and the "gay men vs lesbian women" discourse. It's not really a one-to-one but the discussion of the role of misogyny re homophobia towards gay men who still have male privilege but, come on, if they have feminine affectation it's Different and the back and forth that used to happen when gay men and lesbian women did oppression olympics, it just feels similar.

idk as i type this I hope I don't come across disingenuous or like, my Too Casual Overly Respectful tone is trying to subtly incept you. I worry my vibes are too "women first" but I just can't help it misogyny really is ruining my life 😭. Anyways I'm very grateful for your perspective and your blog. I feel more settled and equipped to push back against anti transmasculine behaviour with rhetoric that can actually challenge people

To respond to each point in turn:

1: Again I still don't really know who that is, though I am somewhat bemused by the idea that someone I clearly don't really remember is still so obsessed with me that they're proud I've blocked them. For the record, my block list is as follows: people who send anonymous hate, people who continue to harass me after I've told them to stop, people I catch with posts containing inexcusable bigotry, obvious trolls, self-identified zoophiles and MAPs, and people who repeatedly send me fundraisers after I have already said I only share fundraisers from people I know and trust. Being on my block list is, um, not really good company, so it's kind of funny to me that someone is proud to be there. Yeah I'm sure they'll fit right in with the neo-nazis and dogfuckers and cyber bullies. Oh and I guess my ex but I only blocked them after they started harassing me about our failed relationship years later. Enjoy block hell I suppose.

2: I'm not really here to play who has it worse, not because I don't recognize the wider understanding of privilege vs oppression but because I think it is a self-defeating thread of thought because you will always find a "more oppressed" example, and I think that people should be allowed to talk about their hurts regardless of their status of "more oppressed" vs "less oppressed". Talking about the ways society has hurt them is not what makes MRAs dangerous. What makes them dangerous is who they blame, how they go about fixing their problem, and the solutions to their problems they come up with.

To be quite frank, the majority of MRAs are men who have experienced some form of social rejection or isolation. Most have been sold some patriarchal lie about how by being men they inherently deserve good sex with hot women on demand, a wife at home to keep barefoot and pregnant, a high paying job where they are respected and valued regardless of the effort they themselves put into it, and all the luxuries that lifestyle can afford. This is a fantasy, you and I both know it. And when these men realize the hard reality that we live in an age of extreme social isolation, that in order to have a partner you need to actually have more personality than a used dishrag and with only half the mess at max, that good sex is about give and take and not just yourself, that these high paying jobs are few and far between with most takers being born into some level of wealth rather than any merit they themselves have earned... they lash out.

It does not at all help things to understand that many of these MRAs are themselves marginalized in some way, but their framework not only doesn't let them see it but also advocates a harsh rejection of anyone who is self-aware enough to realize it. A lot of these guys are undiagnosed, have trauma, and are just as affected by the systems of racism, classism, homo- and trans-phobia, xenophobia, sexism, and ableism as the rest of us.

Quite frankly, I'd rather these dudes see a group of (trans) men fighting for our place in society by joining hands with other activists with more feminist, black-friendly, disabled-friendly, gay- and trans-friendly in an attempt to lift everyone out of the pit rather than continuing to fight over scraps... than to see them continue to blame women and Jews and then go shoot up a school or a mall about it. One of these helps. The other just kills people and excuses rape. There's a lot of value in deradicalizing people by offering them a path to resolving their pain that is perhaps less destructive and more constructive.

This is also why the constant comparison to MRAs annoys me. MRAs kill people in senseless acts of terror and despair because they're upset that they're not having the sex fantasy the patriarchy sold them. Trans men talking about our oppression- regardless of the word we use to express it- are mostly talking amongst ourselves about suicide and rape statistics and sharing ways to get hormones and surgery despite unwilling doctors and insurance companies. We're talking about how our social groups rejected us the moment we came out, or how people use us being men against us in ways that was not happening before we came out or passed. These are not at all equivalent conversations.

3: Again I ask you- I see people using both cis and trans feminist frameworks to hurt other people. Where is your concern for that? I am equally concerned about TERFs as I am about MRAs, as they have driven multiple transgender people and our allies to suicide and even have committed acts of violence against people irl as a result of their ideology. Most TERFs will also be the first ones to tell you that they have been hurt, deeply, by men and that they also are frequently undiagnosed or untreated, traumatized, and affected by the same systems of oppression. Does their existence and their determination to latch onto every feminist conversation including those of people who are staunchly against them then poison all feminism to you? If not, then why make that distinction for trans men and MRAs?

I am black. I am Indigenous. I am transgender. I am gay. I am disabled. I am poor. I suffer. People hurt me. I see every day how bad things are. Do you think I cannot see it, or that my ignorance is the reason for my request for compassion? Perhaps consider that it is rather my knowledge and my lived experience that fuel my call for compassion, instead. I never said it would be easy. But I do think it would make a better world.

4: I do actually agree that it is very similar to the gay man vs lesbian conversation and have said for a while that it's the same queer infighting discussion we've already hashed out for the last 50 or so years, but the target groups just swapped out. It's just butchphobia, it's just biphobia, it's just aphobia, it's just panphobia, it's just nbphobia- it's the same fucking shit over and over and over again. It was shit infighting before and it's shit infighting now. Privilege is a conversation that depends so heavily on context, and the way it has been bastardized by the internet's poor understanding of political frameworks developed by women of color and their allies into cute soundbites and phrases rather than a deep, nuanced knowledge will never fail to annoy me.

Do gay men have privilege over lesbians? As a class, sure, they would have male privilege. But what do we mean by male privilege? The privilege to not worry about being assaulted on the street? To walk home late at night unbothered? To marry who they want, to have the romantic partner they desire, to feel safe within a domestic partnership? You and I both know that doesn't quite match up to the lived experience of gay men worldwide or even here in the "gay paradise" US. How does this interact with other marginalizations? Does a black gay man have privilege over a white lesbian? What happens if he's a drag queen dressed up for an event and she's a butch that passes for cis male? Does that change retroactively if this "gay man" figures out she's actually a transbian 5 years later, and the lesbian is a TERF? I'm not saying this breaks the framework of male privilege- I am saying that sometimes the theory doesn't match the reality, and a nuanced and intersectional understanding is required when talking on an individual scope rather than class politics.

Additionally- as a side note- it is also incredibly annoying to watch people act like privilege = oppressor = dangerous, and oppressed = victim = safe. Privilege, and whether or not you have any, is not a moral indicator nor is it an indicator of the safety of the person you're interacting with. I have privilege over people who cannot walk, because I can. I am not objectively or systemically oppressing people who cannot walk by the use of my legs in my day-to-day life. Oppression is action- if I vote for policies and politicians that removes ramps and safety regulations and provisions to assist wheelchair users? Now I am oppressing people who cannot walk. If I block or move or interfere with the disability aids, if I mock people or assault or harm them, if I dump them out of their mobility aids or break them, that is oppression. The act of climbing the 3 stairs on my front porch to get into my house is a privilege, but the oppression stems from the people who built my house to even have stairs on both exits.

5: lastly to end a very long post, I don't actually think there's any harm in centering yourself when discussing things that objectively affect you, as long as you remember to include others who are affected and let them have their floor to also center themselves when they need to speak up. I am a black trans man. My politics are pretty centered on black feminism. I don't think that is objectively a bad thing. I prefer to let the demographics with similar problems speak for themselves- I would rather my trans fem friends get the mic when they open their mouths, my lesbian friends, my Jewish friends, my latino and asian and arab friends. I don't think there's anything wrong with them centering their own problems and outlooks, as long as they recognize that there's shared space to be had with others who feel similar hurts. I think it's pretty normal to center yourself. I think the difficult thing is knowing when to relinquish the megaphone to someone who's been dying to use it, while you yourself still have so much to say.

[eletvdna]

Seduce And Destroy

Summary: elena and her little friend group have no idea that the new student in her class might be an another old ass vampire, but, news flash, she is.

You had been sitting in the principals office since morning, hearing him talk about how you should behave and act in school, the rules, the dresscode and whatnot.

You rolled your eyes for the ninth time already, straightening up and getting ready to leave as he hands you your schedule.

"Thanks sir, but next time, talk less to not be a bore," you gave him a tight lipped smile and walked out the door.

But, instead of scolding you or running after you for talking to him that way, he nodded and got back to his work.

You roamed the hallways, not really looking where you were going, since you were looking down at the schedule in your hands.

As you were about to turn a corner somebody pushed you, laughing as you fell to the floor.

"Yo, dumbo, look where you're going!" Chad laughed, you heard someone call his name in the crowd.

"Yeah, sorry, it's totally my fault," you chukled, looking up at him, extending your hand, "give me a hand?"

"What?" He looked around, as if checking if you were kidding him.

"I said, give me a hand."

"Yeah, sure, here," he extended his hand, helping you get up.

"Good, now you see that guy?" You pointed towards one of the buff guys in the hallway, before looking chad in the eyes, "start a fight with him and don't back down till you're unconscious."

He nodded before walking away.

"What are y'all looking at?" You said to students that were standing around you, murmuring about your and chad's interaction.

"Everyone, this is the new student, miss y/n y/l/n." You waved to the class in front of you, smiling brightly.

"Nice to meet you everyone, my name is y/n."

"Yeah, we already heard that!" Some guy in the back shouted, making half of the class laugh.

"Miss y/l/n, you can sit over there, next to miss gilbert," alaric your history teacher said, pointing towards the girl who raised her hand as a wave.

"Hi, I'm elena." She said as you plopped down in your seat, "don't mind people here, they tend to be...mean."

"It's nothing, " you smiled, turning towards the front of the class.

But, still, you felt two pairs of eyes burn a hole in the side of your head.

You were standing in front of your locker, putting your books in when you felt a slight tap on your shoulder.

"Hey, y/n, i was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me and my friends after school?" Elena smiled up at you.

"What for?" You looked at her confused.

"You know, to get to know each other," she said almost desperate as you nodded, making her smile, "I'll send you the location!"

You gave her a thumbs up, before she dissapeared behind the corner.

You pulled out your phone,

Katherine:

See, i told you, she looks exactly like me.

Me:

No, she doesn't, she's prettier.

You shut off your phone, sliding it into the pocket of your jeans.

You looked up at the mansion in front of you, "I think I'm here..?"

"Great, I'll open the door for you right now," elena hung up, and a few seconds after, door opened, revealing her, "come in!"

"This is your house? It's massive."

"No, my boyfriends and his brothers," she giggled, taking you into the living room, where five other people were present.

"I thought it would just be caroline and bonnie? If i remember their names correctly." At your voice all five of them turned towards you, but only two of those people caught your eyes, "salvatores."

"How do you know their last name?" The blond asked from her position on the couch, looking confused.

"What? What last name?" Bonnie and elena looked confused, but damon and stefan were staring at you warily, well atleast stefan was, while damon looked like he wanted to kill you right then and there.

"Y/n," stefan said out loud, sighing as he looked to the side to damon, "what are you doing here?"

"Wait, you two know each other?" Elena asked, but no one answered.

"Aren't you one of katherine's little dogs?" Damon smirked.

"Aren't you the brother she never loved?" You bit back, as you heard a few gasps around the room.

Damon sped to you, pining you against the wall with his hand on your neck.

"Okay, what is going on?!" Bonnie snapped, looking over to us warily.

Again, no one answered.

"My guy, you should know that I'm six hundred years older than you, which means im much stronger than you are," this time you smirked, getting a hold of Damon's arm before twisting it hearing a crack, and throwing him across the room into a shelf.

"Will anybody tell us what's going on?!" Caroline yelled, looking over to you and stefan since damon was still lying on the floor where you threw him.

"It's a long story," caroline glared at me, making me roll my eyes, "but, to sum it up, Katherine and i know each other, stefan and i know each other, and that thing that i just threw, also know each other, how? We used to be friends way back when these two idiots were enamored by katherine, and after that too, before they turned their humanities off, and decided to just eat every living thing on this planet, that's when i decided the smartest desicion was to just leave them be, they were weighing me down anyway."

"Bitch," damon groaned, getting up and sitting down on the couch.

"Are you saying that as 'you're a bitch' or a 'my body hurts like a bitch' choose the answer wisely, or it might have consequences."

"Fuck you."

"Bet you're fantasizing about it," you smiled, looking at elena, "oh, sorry, i have to go, I'm late for work."

"W-work?"

"Yeah, i wanted to say it at our hang out, but, i started working at the grill, and i believe, matt, you're gonna be late too," you looked at the boy next to caroline, who looked down at his watch, "wanna drive with me?"

"No, don't you dare go near him, let alone even hurt him," caroline sneered, standing in front of matt in a protective manner.

"Oh, don't worry, i won't, after all, i was warned by klaus himself, if i hurt you or anyone dear to you, he'll rip my heart out, and we don't want that now, do we?"

"You know klaus too?" She looked at me in disbelief.

"Caroline, love, you're not the only one that guys chase after now, are you?" You smirked walking out the door, and towards your car, the smirk widening when you saw matt jogging up to you.

A/n: first time ever writing, don't judge too hard, like comment, reblog, pls! Tell me if y'all want part two!

[lucygraysboy]

“of course, i will, lucy gray.” there’s something so childlike and heartbreaking about her constant disbelief, this need for reassurance that he just wants to do something for her out of the goodness of his heart and not because he’s trying to gain her trust and lure her into a trap. “and i’ll be as gentle as i can be. i won’t tear a single ruffle. promise.” his hands might be calloused and rough most of the time, but around her and her possessions, he turns soft. delicate. even now, he’s touching her as though she was made of glass and could break if he as much as breathed near her. “think we got most of the tangles out. let me just grab that brush.” he gets up, wiping his hands on his pants and gathering the sticks that are still laying on the bed near reva blue. he hopes to make her laugh and throws his forearm over his eyes on his way back to her, walking funny and pretending to stumble a few times before plopping down in the chair. “i ain’t lookin’. i wasn’t lookin’,” he announces, not that he could see anything even if he was some creep and wanted to take a peek. “some unique covey we are. a birdie, a giant and miss reva blue the amputee.” he loves the sound of her laugh so very much. he just wants her to keep laughing like this. “feels all wrong, like i’ll be pryin’ into your private thoughts and all that. i’d rather you show ‘em to me when you feel like it.” feels less illegal that way. 

“he wasn’t an awful child, you know? back when our ma was alive, before the war… we had our differences, coriolanus and i, but he wasn’t evil. he didn’t go ‘round settin’ houses on fire or torturin’ other people’s pets. he wasn’t even a bad big brother, believe it or not. yeah, he always corrected and lectured me when i’d call our grandmother ‘granny’ or ‘nan’, and rolled his eyes when i said ‘ma’, but… when we had nothin’ to eat, he always shared with me what little he scavenged. that’s why i don’t think he was born evil. that’s why it’s so hard for me to understand why he first gave you our mother’s scarf, it must have been so precious to him, and then pointed a gun at you. the person you’re describin’, killin’ people and lyin’… that’s our father. not coriolanus.” but it’s been a while since the last time he spoke to his brother. things have changed. clearly. analyzing his words, billy quickly adds, “i’m not sayin’ that i don’t believe you, lucy gray. i believe your every word. but he really wasn’t a terrible child, that’s all i’m sayin’. annoyin’? yeah. evil? i don’t think so.” for a moment, the same exact thoughts come to billy, making him wonder what he would do if he had to choose between his brother and this girl. he’s never shot a man, let alone his own blood. but he would stop at nothing to protect her so… god, it’s making him nauseous. “three people?” he won’t ask for names, but it sends shivers down his spine. would their father murder their mother if she became a threat to his success? probably… “i once read a poem and there was this line, something like, it does no good to speak of roads not taken. how you shouldn’t dwell on things that didn’t happen,” he pauses, gently brushing her hair with the makeshift brush, “but could have been. but how can we not, right? maybe he’ll come to his senses one day.” though, there’s a part of billy that sincerely doubts that.

“it’s crazy how similar he is to our father. once you got on our father’s bad side, there was no goin’ back to bein’ friends with him.” but coriolanus didn’t just inherit their father’s genes. what about the parts that he got from their mother? he doesn’t know how to feel about any of this. all he knows is that he feels sorry for lucy gray. she’s been through hell and back. “i think it’s too late for that. i’m already involved. i don’t want to look away or hide under the bed if something bad happens.” she told him that he could be part of her covey. it’s not like he’ll just walk out the door and pretend not to know her if someone finds them. “i won’t leave your side. i’ll always keep you safe.” as she turns to look at him, he uses the back of his fingers to gently stroke her cheek, a sweet smile dancing on his lips. “the unknown is the worst thing, but we have to hope for the best and prepare for the worst. that’s how we outsmart anyone. we need a plan for every situation. and we need to trust each other. but if i’m being honest… i don’t see him comin’ back here to try and find you. i mean, can you picture that? coriolanus willingly wandering out into the wilderness to look for the girl he most likely shot dead months ago?”  

“once we’re done here, i’ll wash it and it’ll be as good as new,” he promises, knowing how much sentimental value the dress has. fingertips absently stroking her hair, not even trying to brush it anymore, just trying to make her feel good and help her relax. “i haven’t, by the way. gone through your songbook, i mean.” in case she’s wondering. she gave him permission to do so last night, but it seemed too personal, too invasive. “thank you, lucy gray.” it’s been a while since someone complimented his heart. people often admire what’s on the outside — his blue eyes and dark curls, his nose or cheekbones. she’s one of a very few who seem to care more about what’s underneath. “it means the world to me. i won’t let you down, i swear it.” scooping up a handful of water, he carefully pours it over her back to ensure she stays warm. “so are you, little bird. you’re very smart, too. way smarter than me.” she wouldn’t be here with him if she wasn’t highly intelligent. she wouldn’t have escaped coriolanus. which is still such a strange thought… “oh, yeah?” thankful for the distraction, he lets out another laugh. “never noticed you were also bird-sized and i was horse-sized,” he counters, getting to see her sense of humor for the first time and letting it bewitch him. he adores this side of her, but it has him wondering if this is the girl that she used to be — full of sassy remarks and giggles and sweetness. maybe she’ll be that girl again one day.

“i see…” billy hums, nodding his head even if she can’t really see him. he quickly picks up on what she’s implying, putting two and two together. the stories that she told him last night… “you don’t think my brother was born with a good heart, is that what you’re sayin’?” as children, they were like daylight and dark. polar opposites. but can he call that little boy evil? sure, they’d had their differences, but he wasn’t bad to the bone. he didn’t chase stray cats around the neighborhood or rip the wings off flies. “i’m not sure if i agree. maybe the capitol and our grandmother did that to him.” or maybe he was born with evil already inside him and it just came to light later in life. who knows? “i’m not defendin’ him, just thinkin’ out loud,” he says quickly when lucy gray’s head snaps around, looking at him with something that he can’t quite name or understand. it has him wondering if he’s said something wrong. a small, uncertain smile remains plastered to his visage, his own heart picking up pace. “did i —” say something wrong? but before he can get the words out, she’s speaking up again and he’s falling silent. gesturing for her to carry on.

“you planted a snake to scare him away and slow him down?” dark brows lifting, impressed and wary in equal measure. what if she still thinks he’s coriolanus? will he wake up with a snake under his pillow one morning? and lucy gray nowhere to be found? the idea has his heart missing a beat, chest constricting. but if she wanted to run, she would have done that while he was out by the creek. “i didn’t know ‘bout that. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to bring back any bad memories with that story.” features softening, understanding her reaction better now. amusement fills his eyes, and he can’t help but think it’s such a badass move, setting a snake trap. “oh, i bet he thought it was venomous. what does he know ‘bout snakes? nothin’. i think that was a smart move. risky but smart. and it served its purpose, right?” it’s scary to think that his own twin brother was trying to hunt her down, shot at her, but then he thinks about their father, the kind of person he was… and it’s not so surprising anymore. “you think he would have hurt you anyway? if you came back to him instead of runnin’ away and plantin’ that snake?” is his brother truly as ruthless and heartless as their father? his heart aches for lucy gray, but for coriolanus, too. it must be awful, living that way, filled with hatred. “mhm, yeah. it’s just a silly story, but the moral is very accurate, i think. if you go through life with hatred festering in your heart, you’ll never be happy. but if you learn how to forgive and focus on healing from the bad experiences, you’ll be alright.” as if reading her thoughts, he adds, “he won’t ever find you, lucy gray. reva blue and i won’t allow it. we will always protect you. i will protect you.” 

[rintarosluvr]

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊

• Sylus × Reader

Topics: Y/n being dense, unresolved romantic tension and flirting, Y/n teasing sylus, Zayne, Xavier and Rafayel mentioned!

Note: Probably slow updates because classes started again

Word count: 3k

Chap.2

Chap.3

"I've been thinking a lot lately" you say

"About what?" Davina asks, glancing up from her phone as she scrolls through details about the trip your class and some other classes were going on for a project

"You guys might be right" you admit, sighing as you close the suitcase

"Finally!" Leanne exclaims "Took you long enough. So when are you going to confess?"

"What? No!" you shake your head "I'm not even sure he has feelings for me. I'm just going to figure it out during the trip"

"And if he does have feelings, you'll confess?" Leanne presses

"I never said I have feelings for him" you point out, raising an eyebrow

"Is she making sense to you guys?" Leanne asks turning to your friends

"She does" Vanessa says, nodding in agreement

"Yeah, totally" Kaori chuckles, leaning back

"So how are we gonna room?" Davina asks, reading out loud from the trip details "It says four people per apartment but there's ten of us"

"I'm not rooming with Amari, I still remember his snores" Kaori says dramatically, clearly haunted by the memory

"Yeah, I'll pass on rooming with Eydis or him. Knowing them, they'll be out all night and come back drunk" you add

"Fair point" Vanessa agrees with a nod "Maybe we should call them in case they've already picked their roommates"

"Smart" Leanne says

"Y/n, call Sylus" Davina says, suddenly

You raise an eyebrow "Why him specifically?"

"He always picks up when you call. The other guys have their phones on do not disturb all the time" Kaori explains

"Fine" You roll your eyes picking up your phone and call Sylus, within a second, he answers

"You called?"

You immediately frown "Why are you acting like I'm interrupting something?"

He chuckles "What's your question?"

"Do any of you already have roommates for the trip? We're trying to figure out who's with who" you explain

"From what we know, Mar and Roy paired up with Xavier and Zayne" Eydis says, leaning over the back of the couch next to Sylus

"So, who are you guys rooming with?" you ask, already sensing trouble

"The two of us are obviously a duo" Eydis replies casually

"Continue" Leanne prompts

"Also" Eydis says, grinning mischievously "I already submitted who we wanted to room with"

"You did what?!" Davina exclaims

"Uh yeah" Eydis continues "Y/n and Vanessa are rooming with us"

"What the fuck?" Vanessa mutters under her breath as you abruptly hang up

"That just pissed me off" you groan, tossing your phone aside

"I was really hoping we'd all room together" Leanne sighs, clearly just as annoyed

"That probably wouldn't have worked anyway since there's five of us" Davina points out

"Doesn't make it less frustrating" Vanessa says, crossing her arms

"Right" you mumble

Kaori sighs "Well, at least we're in the same building. We'll just have to spend most of the time hanging out in one place"

"So are you excited about rooming with Sylus?" Davina asks

"Please don't remind me" you groan, sinking back into the couch "Wait, if he has a crush on me, why hasn't he confessed? He's such a direct guy?"

"Maybe he's waiting to see if it's mutual?" Vanessa suggests, shrugging

"That would make sense" you mumble, the idea settling uncomfortably in your mind

"Or maybe he's just enjoying messing with you" Kaori teases

"Very helpful Ri, I already know that" you deadpan

"Hey, I'm just saying. Sylus is definitely not the type to make a move without knowing he has a shot" she adds with a knowing look

You sigh grabbing a pillow and tossing it at her "I don't need this kind of analysis right now"

"Too late" Leanne chimes in "You brought this on yourself the moment you started overthinking"

[The Next Day]

"You really not speaking to us?" Eydis asks, leaning over to catch your gaze as you turn your face away, arms crossed, you don't respond still pointedly ignoring him as everyone lounges at the airport, killing time before the flight

"You guys really fucked us up" Vanessa says glaring at Eydis and Sylus "Why us tho?"

"Yeah" Davina chimes in, equally annoyed "You could've added Kazu and asked Rafayel to join you or something"

Sylus shrugs, unbothered "Wouldn't one of you still be forced to room with three random people? There are five of you?"

"We would've figured something out" Kaori says "But now Kazu is stuck rooming with us"

Kazuo shrugs "I've done it before. Don't mind it"

"Yeah, because last time we didn't want to room with strangers" Leanne points out

"You should be mad at them" you mumble, still refusing to look at Sylus or Eydis

Kazuo laughs and casually throws an arm over your shoulder, squeezing your cheek affectionately "We'll both survive. Don't worry"

You groan "You wanna switch? Please say yes"

He chuckles shaking his head. "Nah, I'm good. Rooming with them is hell"

You let out a dramatic sigh, tilting your head to the side until it rests against his chest "You could save me, but instead, you're just letting me drown"

"It's all love" he teases, patting your you head

"Liar" you mutter, tossing Kazuo's arm off of you as you make your way over to Amari and Leroy

"So when we get there, we're gonna find something to smoke" Amari says, grinning as you take a seat next to him

"For sure" Leroy nods, turning to you."You joining us?"

"Why not" you shrug

"You smoke?" Sylus's voice cuts in as he sits down nearby

"Yeah" you say, like it's common knowledge "Here and there"

"Since when?" he asks, his brows furrowed

You shrug again "Don't know, like a few years now"

Before Sylus can respond, Leroy stands up "We're gonna hit the store. You guys want anything?"

"Yeah, grab me a drink, whichever is fine" you say

"I'm good, thanks" Sylus adds

Both guys nod before heading off, leaving you and Sylus alone

"So why'd you agree with Eydis's stupid plan?" you ask, turning to Sylus even though there's a seat between you two, eyeing him suspiciously

"I didn't really have a choice" he shrugs "He went ahead and did it himself"

"But you didn't stop him" you point out, narrowing your eyes

He smirks leaning back in the seat "Why would I? I don't mind rooming with you"

"Oh, how generous of you" you say, rolling your eyes "Did you ever think that maybe I mind?"

"Nope" he replied "You get to spend quality time with me. Sounds like a win"

"Quality time?" you scoff "Please, I'd rather room with Mar and Roy"

"Sure you do" he teases "You wouldn't last five minutes before begging to switch back"

"You wish" you fire back, narrowing your eyes at him "You'll be the one regretting it when I cockblock you whenever I can"

Sylus raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips "Oh, really? You're that dedicated?"

"Absolutely" you say with confidence

Sylus leans forward, practically daring you to keep going "You'll just end up cockblocking yourself"

You blink in confusion, still processing his words "Wait, what? You can't just say stuff like that and walk away"

Sylus flashes a grin, clearly amused by the reaction he's gotten "Sure I can" He picks up his phone and steps a few feet away, clearly intent on ignoring you now but you can still feel your body heat up from his teasing

"You're so annoying" you mutter under your breath

But it doesn't stop you from wondering what he meant and part of you hated how easily he managed to get under your skin

"What did he say?" Davina asks siting down, her eyes narrowed in curiosity as she watches you

"What?" you ask still processing the conversation you just had

"You were shocked, why?" She presses

You let out a deep breath "I told him l'd cockblock him for rooming with me and he said that l'd end up cockblocking myself"

Davina's eyes widen and she leans in, lowering her voice "He wants to fuck you" "I thought he meant he-"

"Nope, you thought wrong" she interrupts, You roll your eyes, clearly not in the mood for her teasing "Why do you look so happy about it?"

She places her hand on your shoulder, giving you a knowing smile "Because he wants you, Y/n. Stop acting so dense and accept it"

You scoff, shaking your head "Never"

Davina leans in closer "You lowkey want him too"

“Believe what you want”

"You've been staring" Vanessa says, glancing at you with a small smile

"I'm not" you reply quickly, not wanting to admit it

"So you haven't been staring at his thighs?" she adds, raising an eyebrow

You let out a dramatic sigh throwing your head back in frustration "I hate Davina"

Vanessa chuckles "She was right" "Yeah, I figured" you mumble, feeling your body heat up

"We're ready! You guys ready to explore the city?" You hear Eydis call from across the room, snapping you out of your flustered state

"We've been ready for the past thirty minutes" Vanessa says, crossing her arms and looking at the guys "But guess you pretty boys have to take all the time to get ready, huh?"

You chuckle standing up and grab your small bag "Right"

"So you're admitting I'm good looking?" Sylus says, joining you as you walk toward the door

"You're sounding delusional. Never said that" you say, pulling out your lip gloss and knocking on the door next door

"You did agree with Vanessa, so you do think we're pretty boys" Eydis states, throwing an arm over Sylus's shoulder as you apply your lip gloss

You roll your eyes "Living in a world with delusional men is exhausting"

Eydis grins while Sylus just watches you, his gaze lingering on your lips as you finish applying the gloss and put it back in your bag

"Get out!" Kaori mutters as she opens the door, trying to push Leroy out of their room

"I didn't do anything!" Leroy protests

"Farting is something" she snaps, glaring at him

You frown "You guys ready?"

They both stop, mid action. Kaori was still pushing Leroy out while he clung to the door knob

"Your first mistake was letting them in" Vanessa says, glancing at the three other girls approaching you.

"We came to ask if we're going to the karaoke building we saw" Amari says, giving you a hopeful look.

"Should be fun. Why not?" Eydis grins

"Be aware, there are some people that are tone deaf, so your ears might start bleeding" you warn, glancing at Sylus

"That was aimed at Sylus" Leanne adds with a chuckle

"It's that bad?" Davina asks

"Terrible, actually" you mumble meeting Sylus's eyes

He gives you a small smile, clearly enjoying your teasing "Glad you're paying attention" he says

"Sure you do" you reply and follow Vanessa, who's already being pulled along by Davina

You feel an arm slip over your shoulder "This trip is gonna be funny, isn't it?" Eydis says, pulling you closer as he wraps his other arm around Sylus's shoulder

"Don't forget about the project we have to make while we're here" you remind him

"Such a buzzkill you are" Sylus mutters, You roll your eyes at him

[5:54PM]

"I'm honestly disappointed. I wanted to hear Sylus sing" Davina says, finally putting her phone down

Amari shakes his head "You guys didn't even give us a chance to sing. Mic hogs, the lot of you"

"I thought they were great" Leroy cuts in as he leans forward "You girls should seriously consider being a girl group. You've got the vocals and the moves"

"Yeah, I agree" Kazuo adds, finishing off his drink "Especially considering how you all used to dance back in the day. You've got the talent, it wouldn't be bad at all"

Vanessa shrugs, sipping her soda "Doesn't sound like a terrible idea"

"If you're serious, I know some people who could help you out" Sylus says casually

Kaori nods "We'll keep that in mind. Could be worth exploring"

You reach across the table to snag a few of Sylus's fries without asking, a habit you've had since high school

He doesn't even flinch, letting you grab as many as you want

Leanne, catching your quiet amusement, turns to you "What about you? What do you think?"

You pause, mid reach for another fry, blinking as all eyes turn to you "Uh... sounds fun" you say, shrugging "I mean, younger me always wanted to be famous. Maybe it's something I've always lowkey dreamed of"

"Same" Davina agrees "It's giving childhood dreams, for sure"

"Us all being in a girl group? Absolute chaos. But honestly, it'd be amazing. You can't tell me we wouldn't crush it" Vanessa says

You feel the brush of Sylus's legs against yours, making you stop mid motion, narrowing your eyes as you glance up at him

Without saying a word, you pull the tray in front of him toward you, raising an eyebrow in question

His expression doesn't falter, unreadable as ever "What?" he asks, his voice calm but there's a flicker of amusement in his eyes

You don't respond, instead slowly sliding the tray closer to yourself as if daring him to make a move, His legs stay where they are, practically caging yours under the table

He leans back in his seat, resting an arm lazily on the chair next to him "Don't look at me like that. You're the one stealing my fries"

"And you're the one being invasive" you shoot back, though you don't move your legs either

He smirks "You're not moving them, though"

You roll your eyes grabbing another fry off the tray to avoid addressing his comment. Sylus just chuckles, leaning forward to steal a fry from the tray you just claimed

"Touché" he murmurs, his smirk widening when you glare at him

You slide your feet out of your sandals under the table, brushing them lightly against Sylus's bare legs

The sudden contact makes him pause, his eyebrow arches, an amused challenge flickering in his eyes

In response, you flash him a sweet almost innocent fake smile, as if daring him to call you out

"Oh, so we're doing that now?" he asks, his tone low enough that the others at the table don't notice

"Doing what?" you reply, feigning ignorance as your foot trails higher against his calf

His smirk deepens, but he doesn't move away "You've got some nerve, stealing my fries and starting something you can't finish"

"Who says I can't finish?" you counter, still maintaining your mock innocent demeanor as you grab another fry from his tray

Sylus leans forward, lowering his voice so only you can hear "Careful, Y/n. I might just call your bluff"

The heat rising to your face betrays you "Try me"

The tension lingers for a beat too long before Sylus shifts slightly, his hand brushing under the table

Without warning, he stops your foot from going even higher on his thighs, his fingers wrapping lightly around your ankle

You tilt your head, a sly smile spreading across your lips "I win" you say simply, your tone dripping with confidence

He raises an eyebrow, his thumb grazing your ankle in a way that sends a chill up your spine "You think so?" he asks

"I know so" you counter, leaning back, satisfied with your small victory

Sylus smirks, leaning closer across the table as if to close the distance between you "Games like this can backfire" he says, his grip loosening just enough to let your foot slip free

You shrug slipping your foot back into your sandal with deliberate slowness "Only if you're not good at them"

Taking a long sip of your drink, you try to ignore the flutter in your stomach, the way the tension still hangs between you like a taut wire

Sylus eyes never leave yours. The corner of his mouth quirks up in that maddeningly smug expression that makes your heart race and your irritation flare in equal measure

This wasn't over and you both knew it

"Alright, let's head back. We gotta start with the project" Kazuo says, standing up and stretching

"Yeah, I agree" you say, your tone breezy as you finally break eye contact with Sylus, sliding your bag onto your shoulder

"I still haven't read the email the professor sent" Amari admits, rubbing the back of his neck

"Which isn't shocking" Davina chimes in, You chuckle shaking your head "You're always unprepared"

"Hey, I like to keep things exciting" Amari grins

Chap.4>

[robiinurheart33]

I’m desperate to write like anything to hi stobotnik fandom im very very new dont kill me im trying to wiggle out of writers block (this is just me ranting about stobotnik)

Ive read a few fics about them and when i saw the sonic 3 movies and like (SPOILERS) when the goodbye doctor scene came up i got so emotional and was like yes this absolutely is going to kill me when i read fics about them and i was kinda right honestly. They have SO MUCH potential here and it’s toxic yaoi but I’ve never seen anyone talk about it. HELLO?? Person a constantly talking down to person b and degrading them while person b loves the attention??? ARE THEY LOVERS? WORSE.

Seeing the designs people come up with for stone is so cute i need to draw him in those one day. Ive watched sonic 1 and 2 and they def had some mojo gg on but i wasn’t really invested in that cause the movies were kinda ehh to me but the third one was so good highly recommend. Back to the point, there’s so much high potential for slow burn, 100k fic of just them being them. Also i kinda see ghoap scenarios with those two because they’re both involved w the government as well and I’ve been giggling to myself about it like just image them at a safehouse for like 2 weeks and sharing a bed troupe, domestic bliss GOD i really can imagine it, plus the doctor’s dialogue can be so fun to play with Jim Carey really outdid himself with that role. Anyways yeah i might write about it but i need to consume more content abt them first so its not ooc, and also haven’t seen anyone writing stobotnik on tumblr idk if its just my page but yeah hope the algorithm’s nice to me please thank you cherry on top

[oneknightstand-if]

Author, first of all, I'm obsessed with your story; it has kept me awake late at night and been a constant presence in my head during the day. Thank you. I really needed something to take my mind away from some things this year, and OKS has been an absolute delight.

Now, what is the way to the ROs heart's? How do we win them? How should we flirt with them?

Bonus question: If it isn't a spoiler, how flirty is OKS's version of Mordred? If a very handsome or pretty individual threw themselves at him, would he even care? Asking for a friend.

Yeah, I need something to take my mind off things too. 😭

How to win the ROs would be an entire romance guide that really can't exist yet until some of the romances have actually properly started. But like in real life, just pay attention to them & what they like. Spend time with them. Don't purposefully trigger/really tick them off.

They've all got their own nuances, and you certainly don't have to continuously be agreeing with them. Some might even think you're being a sycophant if you do that. Some actually like being sassed back. Some of them will be coming to you, not the other way around.

Just pay attention to the affinity bar, which usually isn't lying, and interact with them. You'll have multiple points to trigger a romance and an ungodly number of opportunities to raise & lower their opinion of the MC.

Also, unless you're aiming for a slow burn, actually act like you're interested in romancing them. "Platonic" and Tsundere MC have a far longer path to walk.

Mordred doesn't really come across as flirty. That's more his younger brothers (mostly Gawain, but Gaheris and Gareth can get into that too). He acts very chivalrous and is well used to having people throw themselves at him with being the Crown Prince and Arthur's heir and all.

[wrathyforest]

Is there a story behind office robbery?

Okay, due to your curiosity, the office robbery lore :D

It was a stupid (because I'm dumb) and funny situation (though later when I was re-watching it in my head, I was terrified). It was time when I worked in the office, and my office was a filiation of another department. So, my office's work hours are till 17:30, the department's - till 18:00. Usually every worker at ours wants to go home early, so at 17:30, maximum 17:45, the very last worker left. The thing is that back then the department's secretary was sick and there wasn't anyone who could do that work, so they asked my boss to give them a capable worker for a few days or a week (you may guess it was me even though I tried to refuse, but huh life is a struggle), so I ended up at that place. During the lunch break I always went back to my original office to drink tea. That day I was in a hurry because there was a lot of work, so I drank my tea, but forgot to wash my mug (back then we also had an invasion of cockroaches), so I had worries someone can decide to sit there in my mug, so I decided to go wash it after work (which is after 18:00). Also an important detail: I was one of the few people who had duplicate keys - keys was given to me because of my unmatched punctuality (even office janitor lost to me when tried to come earlier 💀 ), so I thought that it was convenient to peacefully wash my mug after work and then go home. So. It was 18:10 or so. When I came to the office door, I put the key into the lock, BUT IT DIDN'T TURN. I was confused, I tried the door handle and it was open. And then straight out of the dark room to me a tall guy rushed out! I wasn't terrified, I was confused (yeah, sometimes I realize stuff later), he was obviously nervous (another funny thing that it didn't scare me but rather made me extremely chill like oh poor guy what's the matter? I know I'm so dumb), so I asked who was he. He began to vaguely tell me that he's fixing an internet?? And here another gag in my defense: that week my colleague invited some IT-guy to help build a web-site and some days they could stay for a few hours after work, so it confused me, because I have never seen the guy. Okay, so I asked who let him in, he vaguely began to explain but I haven't heard a single name of the people working here. I was asking a few questions like, "who let you in, come find me the person", to what he was answering sm like "YOU come find" and I was like ???? are you ok, dude? At this point I was rather pissed off by the situation.

So again. A dark 4th floor, with no one around. Me and him, and then I just came into the office room to check if everything is okay (back then we didn't lock out laptops in safes, everything were right on the tables lol). Everything visually was fine. The guy just went away, and there I spotted that he left his phone on the chair 💀 lmao and on the phone someone named "Melon" was calling him :D I giggled a bit and in a second the guy RUSHED BACK HERE AND WAS LIKE OMG I FORGOT MY PHONE!!! And I was like: is this it? Here. Anything else you forgot? And he: no, thank you, I'll come back tomorrow, And I was like: Okay, goodbye. Him: Goodbye.

Lol. After I immediately contacted my boss to clarify if there was someone staying in the office, and she told me that no, and like I GUESS SOMEONE TRIED TO BURGLARY US. And I was like whoa damn,,,, I need to check everything. I went into the office room again, turned on the light AND SUDDENTLY A LIGHT BULB EXPLODED. And only at this moment the thought "damn, some real shit is going on" crossed my mind💀. I tried to remember if every laptop is in place. Haven't noticed anything unusual, so I locked the office and went home thinking stuff like "what if the guy had a knife?" :DDDD (actually it still might not consider as a successful preventing robbery, because the next day it turned out that the guy has stolen a photo camera..... but who knows if he'd stole more)

The funny thing is that my mug was left unwashed that day.💀

[gukksweets7]

Married Life

Pairing: husband jk / wife reader

Wc: 2.8k

Warning: mentions of parents fights, dominating dad of oc,mention of a male hitting a female, burns, fluff.

Summary: when you think your husband is going to hit you but something unexpected happens which changes your view about him.

Note: okay so I don't know what I was doing in this because ugh! It was better in my head nonetheless if you liked it do drop down those notes thing. So and yeah! I will make sure to post something else by the end of this month.

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Life for you has been nothing but suffering.

If asked who caused you this suffering, you feel ashamed to point it out to your parents, no it's only your dad but at some points you find yourself blaming it on your mom too, who married him. But Can you actually blame her when she is also the one suffering?

Your life wasn't in your hands but in your dads hands. That's what it has always been like. Every step you have taken in your life has always been in your dad's hand. From having the right to what you can wear, with whom you should hang around, what type of people you should meet, how you should behave, when you should be back home till the point of your marriage.

Yes, your marriage was decided by him.

You were grateful to your dad that he allowed you to get a good education but did he allow you to join the job you wanted to? No.

People might mistake this as that your dad was indigent. But that wasn't it. Your dad was the owner of a multinational company.

He had billions of dollars in his bank. It also wasn't that your dad had a tiny heart but it was all his so called thoughts of keeping his pride, his daughter protected.

You know well that at points it's just his pride, not even the fact that you're his only daughter. You could never come to the conclusion of why he was so cruel? Neither could you ever come to the conclusion of why it has to be you? Why did you have to go through this?

Your dad has always been too demanding. You were a kid and could never understand it but as you grew up your views with your mindset changed.

You once demanded your dad to let you go to the park just like other kids go with their mom's in the evening but he didn't.

Why?

His possessiveness towards your mom made him do that. You have always seen, your mom only went out when your dad was with her otherwise she wasn't allowed to go out of the house. No, it wasn't that she was restricted from talking. She could talk but only to the women. Never have you seen her even smile at a man if your dad isn't with her.

With time and never decreasing restrictions from your dad on you, you just had one dream. That was to study, get a good job and move out of your family's house.

All of your dreams were complete but on certain terms. For you to get your desired degree you wanted to go abroad but your dad didn't allow it which led you to settle with a degree from a top university in Seoul. About your dream of good job, when you finished your master’s degree in finance and management you again wanted to work away from your family but your dad again pulled you in to his company and on your mother's request you had to give in to your dad's demands and the last of your dream to get out of dad's house finally completed when you put up a strong fight against your dad and the only time you mom too didn't stop you.

You knew the reason, she too wanted to get out of the concrete box she was living in for decades and she eventually realised that if you go out, your dad would definitely not stop her from going to your house, occasionally.

It was seven months ago when your dad brought you the marriage proposal of the only son of the Jeon enterprises. You have heard and even met them but only when you were a 15 year old kid, you remember meeting his parents and even him but that was until he moved abroad for his studies.

No, you weren't close to him. You envied his life. How he was given all the rights. How his mom took him to the park everyday, how he was allowed to go wherever with whoever he wanted. Jungkook’s life was desired by you. But with passing time and increased distance you forgot about him, completely.

But again, things took a drastic turn and he again became a part of your life, an important one, he became your husband.

But, with him things have been very different.

When your dad brought you the proposal to the marriage, of course you couldn't deny. You weren't allowed to go against your dad’s order. You were afraid of having to separate from your mother. How could you deny that when you were never taught that? When you were never taught to take the right stand for you? You couldn't, right?

Things with Jungkook passed on very quickly, you were given some five months before marriage to get to know him. Well, your dad was already in a rush to get you married but it was Jungkook and his family who insisted on giving their son and their soon to be daughter-in-law some time to get to know each other.

To present:

It's a lazy Saturday evening and it's been an hour since you returned from work. Usually you and Jungkook return home together but today you returned home earlier than him while he was attending his last meeting of the day.

It was after a month of your marriage, that Jungkook asked you to occupy the same place you had in your dads company, in his company. Apparently, your dad seemed to have no problem with that.

The door opens and Jungkook gets in with his phone in his hand and his coat on his other hand and a file of paper. He keeps talking to the phone and sits on the couch in the living room, loosening his tie. He places the file on the tea table.

As the call ends, you speak from the kitchen where you are preparing coffee.

“ Jungkook, did you buy the gift?”

Tonight, you have to attend one of Jungkook's friends' 3rd wedding anniversary party.

“ Uh, yeah I've bought it”

“Okay, then go get dressed, I have got your dress ironed and kept it on the bed”

“Huh, thanks” he mumbles standing up while still busy typing something on his phone.

“ When will you get ready? I'll be done in 5”

“ Uh yeah, just after my coffee “ you reply back and receive a nod from his side while he moves to the bedroom.

Being done with your coffee making process. You quickly move to the drawing room to drink it and get ready. You need your regular morning and evening coffee or nothing can stop the headache from coming.

You sit on the couch and keep the hot coffee filled mug on the glass tea table in the front. You throw your head back on the headrest of the sofa and release a sigh of relief. You open your hair and with fingers solve down the jots while your other hand reaches down to grab onto the coffee mug while unfortunately you knock over the hot coffee on the table.

“ Ahhh” you let out a loud scream when the top of your hand too gets burnt from the hot coffee. But your concern soon gets diverted from your own hands to the papers which are soaking in the hot brown liquid.

Your mouth falls agape. These are the same papers of the meeting he attended. These papers are the company’s documents with which the Jeon enterprise is going to collaborate.

You are well aware that the owner of the company is another very busy person and the meeting was scheduled after five months because none of the parties had a common time interval free.

With still your left hand burnt you pick up the paper. It's wet and deep brown. Suddenly the wet paper gets torn apart from the middle in front of your eyes, making you gulp.

No. No. NO!

You quickly throw a look at the clock. Shit! You have to start getting ready now. You quickly pick up whatever paper there is and place it aside. You wipe the table and

the floor where the coffee fell.

You touch the table again and it seems like it needs another wipe cause it seems sticky but you have no time to give it another wipe so you quickly move to the bedroom to get dressed.

As you are sitting on the passenger seat of the car, your navy blue dress matches perfectly with the royal blue coloured suit Jungkook is wearing. But your mind is not here, your mind is stuck on those stacks of papers you have lost due to your carelessness.

As the soft music plays in the background, you slightly turn to look at Jungkook who is focused on the road. You again turn your head to your left looking out the window until you feel the car halt in front of the party venue.

Jungkook usually comes to open your passenger seat door and forwards his hand to take it. This time too he does. You look at his hand and slowly grab onto it then stand up closing the door behind you while Jungkook locks it.

It's a private party, only with the close ones. You pull up a smile on your face and join the party but deep down the thoughts of what has happened and the thoughts of what can happen when Jungkook will know what you have done haunts your thoughts.

You both congratulate Jungkook’s friends and meet up with your other friends.

“oh! I really thought you wouldn't come” one of Jungkook's friend says, hugging him.

“ uh, and is that your—” he says pointing towards you.

“ ah yes James, meet my wife Y/n” you flash James a smile but James forwards his hand for a handshake. You look towards Jungkook then awkwardly grab onto his hands. It might seem weird to someone else as to why you behaved that way but you remembered how your dad never liked your mom getting into any physical contact with a male.

You sigh, looking around as someone comes towards Jungkook who looks as if in his late 40’s and shakes hands with Jungkook. A woman walks hand in hand with him.

“ Jungkook dear, how is everything going?” He asks as his eyes look into your occasionally as you quietly stand there. Your head has started to hurt now. You being deprived of your coffee and the loud music coming from the speakers together helping in it.

“ Everything is fine Mr. Lee. I hope you are doing well too” the conversation between the two goes on while the woman who seems much younger than Mr.Lee, gives you judgemental glances from time to time but her eyes become soft everytime she looks at Jungkook or Jungkook glances at her.

By now, your body feels heavier. You are not able to control yourself anymore and as a result you hold onto Jungkook's hand with all your strength.

It doesn't take Jungkook long to feel you getting uncomfortable beside him. He quickly excuses himself.

“ What happened?” He comes, straight to the point, his voice worried.

“ Jungkook.. can we please go home?” You ask, as he holds you tightly closer to his chest with both his hands on your hips.

“ Okay. Let's go” he is quick to get you out of the venue and drive back home.

You don't realise when you fell asleep on the passenger seat until it's Jungkook’s hand on your shoulder shaking you out of your sleep.

“ Hmm?” You ask sleepily, your eyes half closed.

“ We are home Y/n, get up” he says moving aside for you to come out.

You come out of the car and with him by your side you get in your home. The first thing you do is to grab a pill to have for your headache.

You have now changed your clothes and even Jungkook is done changing his clothes. Jungkook has ordered some take outs for you and him as both of you have eaten nothing in the party.

A loss.

He comes to the bedroom looking slightly stressed and asks “ y/n, have you seen my red file which I kept on the tea table in the evening?”

And that makes you instantly get up which catches Jungkook's attention who was busy looking in the drawers.

“ Uh… no.. ah yes… I guess” you fumble with your words and finally decide on telling the truth cause you know you can't hide it for long enough, not when it's some important file.

“ Where?” He asks now coming face to face with you.

“ Jungkook I… uhh” you are still fumbling with your words not sure about what to say.

“ Y/n, what are you saying?” he gets impatient

“ Accidentally coffee fell… on the file” you add now looking down at the ground.

“ What?” Jungkook almost screams and you find yourself taking steps back. This is definitely going to be bad.

“ How?” He asks now, his voice deeper.

“ So actually you were hurrying so I just wanted to have the coffee fast so I too could get dressed but I just accidentally knocked it down.

“ Where is it?” He asks so you bring the now dry file which is not white but brown in colour, from your wardrobe.

“Here” you say, forwarding him the file. Jungkook scans the files and it seems he can't read what's written in the file.

Jungkook raises the file in mid air to throw it in the table kept at the corner of the room but you think it's for hitting you so you yelp and raise your hands to your face but you were never hit. Instead you feel his hands holding your hands as he removes it from your face.

“ What happened?” He says. It would be a lie to say that Jungkook didn't get what you were thinking but he wanted to hear it from you.

“ Uh.. I thought you uh..” you were not sure what to say.

“ I was about to hit you?” He continues for you while his eyebrows raise and you answer by giving a nod.

“ And why would I do that y/n, you are my wife” he says as your hands are still in his warm, soft hands.

“ When.. sometimes mom made mistakes uh.. so dad… uh sometimes hit her, I have seen that” you say avoiding eye contact with him.

“ Oh” his mouth forms a o shape as he seems quiet for a moment. His parents had a healthy relationship so he probably can not understand how as a child you would have felt when you saw your own mom being disrespected by your dad.

But it was soon that his thumb rubs on your both knuckles and with a stern voice he says.

“ Y/n, look at me” so you raise your eyes and look at him with a small almost unnoticeable pout on your pink moisturized lips.

“ What you dad did was very wrong but I would never do that. Okay?” he says looking into your eyes.

“ And about the file, this is just a copy. I have the real one at the office. I'll ask someone to send it at our place, hmm?”

“ Thank you.. jungkook” you say as a small smile forms on your face and you stare at his face, well well well you do have a crush on him.

“But… why are your knuckles so red?” He asks looking at the said hands knuckles and the area there.

“ Uhh.. coffee fell there”

“ Did you apply any ointment?” He already guesses that you haven't.

“ Uh, no… I thought I would but forgot” you say examining your own knuckles.

So he takes the initiative to apply ointment on your knuckles and sometimes scolds you. In these 2 months being married to Jungkook it is the first time you are actually seeing his caring side so as Jungkook applies ointment on your knuckles you look at his face.

You don't realise when Jungkook is done with applying the ointment on your fingers and looks towards you catching you staring at him. Both of your eyes widened— your cause you were caught and his cause he felt shy. Both of you look at the other side with smiles forming on your faces.

Thankfully, the doorbell rang signalling someone has arrived which you guess must be the delivery man for the takeouts.

“ How about we watch a movie and have our takeout?” He suggests looking at you with his big bambi eyes to which he receives a happy nod from you.

Jungkook holds your hand and pulls you with him out of the bedroom. You smile the biggest which Jungkook ofcourse can't see, even though Jungkook was your dad's choice but he is not like your dad.

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[miraculouslyfine]

stay with me.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Synopsis: just a regular day with your boyfriend, who happens to fight crime sometimes //nothing but pure fluff lol, slightly dramatic reader

(word count: 2k)

“You ever think your dad might secretly hate me?”

“Oh, yeah. All the time”

“Y/n, I'm being serious”

She snorted. Oh, yeah. Tony Stark secretly hating Peter Parker. That was a good one. Tony, the same guy who was practically begging May to let him adopt her nephew before he found out Peter was dating his child (he quickly dropped the idea as if May was even considering it, saying he didn't want any weird Alabama stuff happening under his roof). The guy who praised Peter (to be fair never in front of him) so much to the point where both Y/n and Morgan were starting to feel like Peter was the favorite child amongst them. Yeah, he hated him alright.

“No, Peter, I don't think my dad hates you. Where is this even coming from?”

“It's just... okay, listen, I was thinking-”

“That's never a good sign”

"Shut up.”, he glared at her, unimpressed by her comment. “As I was saying, I was thinking, Tony's...well... Tony Stark, Iron Man, a literal genius and I am... well... me. I feel like he secretly wishes I'd choke on something and die so I'll leave you alone...What I'm trying to say is that I feel like he doesn't think I'm good enough for you”, he sighed feeling a bit nervous now.

“Are you kidding? If anything, he thinks I'm not good enough for you. Everyone and their mom know he likes you more than me”

“I don't know... He still has the whole Iron Man and world-famous billionaire thing. You've got two parents who are like...two of the most important and influential people in the world. And I'm the nerdy dude with the mask...who gets good grades. Not exactly what they'd pair you with on Tinder”

“If it's any consolation, I'd totally swipe right on you”, she said with a wink.

He rolled his eyes, trying to look like he wasn't enjoying every second of this. “You're so cheeky, you know that?”

“And you looooove it. Just like you looooove me”, her tone was light and playful as she dragged out the words. Her arms wrapped around his neck without much thought; it had become second nature for her to be touching him in some way.

Peter's own arms wrapped around her waist almost instinctively, bringing her body closer to his. He sighed, still trying and failing to act annoyed as a small smile made its way to his face. “Oh, yeah. I'm crazy about you”

She mockingly rolled her eyes at him just like he had done a second ago. “Is that little sarcastic tone supposed to throw me off? Prove you're not? You're not fooling anyone, Petey. We both know it's true, so you better drop the attitude mister”, she grinned and pressed a light kiss on his lips, quickly pulling back.

“Don't push it”, he said in a half-serious/half-joking tone. “You're getting a little too sassy” He cupped her face and stole a longer kiss, gently holding her in place.

“Peter and Y/n, sitting on a tree, k-i-s-s-hmfm"

Peter's all-time favorite activity is kissing his girlfriend. It's especially enjoyable when he does it when she's being annoying, to shut her up. And that's exactly what he did now. He kissed her again, this time with a little more intensity. She's so close and so beautiful and so annoying in the best way possible and she's his and how did he get lucky enough to wind up with her?

He pulled her even closer. His hand held her by the hip, the other gently cupping her face. He finally broke the kiss, his breathing a bit heavy. “You're driving me crazy”

“Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room- okay, fine I'll stop, I'll stop, jeez”, she muttered under her breath once she saw the look Peter was giving her. “I love you?”

“Is that a question?”, he asked slightly amused at her attempt to get in his good graces.

“No, I definitely love you. And I'm very much in love with you”

He rolled his eyes again but smiled nonetheless. “And I'm in love with you”, he said affectionately, resting his forehead against hers for a moment. He just wanted to stay there like that, with her, for the rest of the day but he knew he had a patrol to get to.

“Oh no”

He raised an eyebrow skeptically at her sudden comment. “’Oh no’ what? What happened?”

“You're doing the face”, she said with a small frown.

He feigned innocence, like he didn't know what she was talking about. He totally knew what she was talking about. “What face? I'm not doing anything”

“You're doing the ‘I-have-SpiderManing-to-do' face”, her frown further deepened.

“Yeah, okay, I'll give you that”, he sighed sheepishly, taking the tiniest step back. “I need to go out and, y’know, save people in peril and all that. Being a hero and all. You know I have to”, his tone was just as soft as his touch when he gently cupped her cheek with his hand.

She instinctively leaned into his touch, looking into his eyes all soft and lovingly, making Peter's heart melt. “Do you really have to, though? How about you save your own girlfriend instead?”, she said playfully with an exaggerated pouty expression.

He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. A sly grin formed on his face. “Oh yeah?”, he asked, playing into this. “And how's my girlfriend in need of saving?”

She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I'm glad you asked, Spidey"

She -very dramatically, in Peter's opinion -flopped on the bed, basically throwing herself on it. "I'm about to experience 'broken heart syndrome'. My boyfriend is about to abandon me"

Peter can’t help but laugh at her theatrics. She sounded like someone auditioning for the role of 'most unfortunate soul' in a melodrama. “You’re so dramatic. I’m not abandoning you; I’m just going out on patrol. I’m doing my job.”

"Same difference", she huffed before jumping up, now speaking in an overly cheerful tone. "But fear not, kind Spider-Man! There is a way to prevent this!"

“Oh yeah?” Peter chuckled. He had no idea where this was going, but he’d be damned if he didn’t continue indulging her. He’s weak for this girl. “And what’s that?”

With an exaggerated sigh, she pressed the back of her hand to her forehead, tilting her head back as if the weight of her woes was simply too much to bear.

"You have to spend the rest of the day here, with me. The streets of New York mustn't see you at all.” In a graceful, almost theatrical collapse, she draped herself across the armrest of the fainting couch (Peter swore the only reason she even had this thing was for dramatic falls like this one); the picture of overly dramatic defeat.

“Or else we're doomed!"

Peter couldn't help but start laughing. “The streets of New York mustn't, huh?”, he joked. He pulled her closer, looking at her with a grin. “And what, pray tell, exactly would be the terrible, awful consequence if I were to leave?” he teased, playing into her overly theatrical bit for her.

“I'd burst into glitter and confetti and the Earth would explode, naturally”, she said in a serious tone with a nod.

Peter laughed again. “That’s an, eh… interesting consequence,” he joked, holding her even closer. “So let me get this straight: you go kaboom unless I stay here?”

"Kaboom into glitter, yes", she nodded.

“Oh no, we can’t have that happening, can we?” he said, still amused. He gently pushed a piece of hair away from her face. “Who’s gonna be my girlfriend if you burst into glitter?"

"No one because I'm gonna haunt all your hoes away. Just kidding, that kind of language is unacceptable, all girls are beautiful, no girl's a hoe. But no other girlfriends for you, just me"

“No other girlfriends. Only you,” he chuckled with a smile. The thought alone that there would be any other girlfriends wasn’t even in his mind. She was the only girl he wanted. He gently lifted her chin so she was looking at him. ���What else can I do for my amazing, beautiful, slightly dramatic girlfriend?”

"Stay with meeeee, I don't want you to leeeeaaaveeee", she said dramatically in the tone of that one Cigarettes After Sex song.

No way she broke out in a song right now-Peter shook his head and smiled, laughing at her overdramatic tone. “Oh my god, you are so over the top,” he joked. He took a few seconds, then in mock dramatics, he relented. “Okay, okay. I’ll stay. I can’t have you bursting into glitter.”

But she was far too into her role now; she had already fallen on her knees in front of him. "No, Peter, you don't understand, you have to stay-"

Her tone was overly pleading -it really sounded like she was on the verge of crying-, as if she were begging him, before she registered what he said, a big smile appearing on her face.

"Wait you're staying?"

Peter was taken aback by her being on her knees, and he couldn't stop himself from laughing at her melodramatic performance. “Oh, you really are committed to the bit, huh?”

When she asked him if he was staying, he pretended to sigh, as if this was some great burden, and nodded. “Yes. I’m staying.”

"Wait, really?", she stood up abruptly. "What about the people of New York? People are kind of dumb, they'll definitely need help with something at some point- I mean, everything's under control, people are so responsible. No crime happening at all. Ever. Don't leave"

He rolled his eyes again but smiled. He liked knowing she wanted him around as much as he did. "They'll be okay... I think. I hope. I could use a break anyway."

She smiled back at him, her gaze softening. "You don't have to stay, y'know. I wouldn't want you to worry whether an alien invasion is happening or not"

He gave her a look. "Don't joke about that. It has happened before-"

She lifted her hands in mock surrender. "Right, right, sorry, I thought we were allowed to joke about it now since it's been a while. Guess not", she said with a playful eye roll before her tone turned more soft, almost shy "But you'll stay?"

Peter paused, the weight of the decision heavy on his shoulders. The responsibilities he'd carried for so long tugged at him, a persistent reminder of duty and expectation. But then his gaze settled on Y/n —eyes wide, a mix of surprise and uncertainty flickering in her expression.

"I’ll stay," he repeated softly, the words almost foreign on his lips.

Y/n blinked, as if she hadn’t truly expected the offer to be taken seriously. Her mouth opened, then closed, a hesitant smile trying to find its place.

"You don’t have to—"

"I know," Peter interrupted, the corners of his mouth curving into a faint smile. For once, the weight of obligation loosened its grip, and he allowed himself to simply be. "I want to"

Peter pulled her into a hug, holding her as close to him as possible.

He wrapped his arms around Y/n, his movements unhurried, as if savoring the quiet rebellion of staying here a little longer. The embrace was firm yet relaxed, neither dramatic nor fleeting, just enough to feel the steady rhythm of each other's breathing.For a moment, time seemed to hold its breath, allowing them to settle perfectly into the comfort of each other's presence, unspoken gratitude passing between them like a gentle current.

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"So, you usually don't want to, is what you're saying-"

"You're unbelievable"

[leashybebes]

I was tagged by @typicalopposite (impulsive) and @hyperfocusthusly (fire) for this wip game.

Rules! Share one sentence or excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

Decided to make it confusing by pulling from my extremely unwieldy file with allll the wips from you plus me verse, along with the actual ongoing wips and a Super Secret project so...don't expect anything coherent, I guess!

also, at least one bit is nsfw, i sorta lost track. impulsive is a long word and i have NOTHING in the tank today.

re: nothing in the tank, i cannot even consider tagging onwards. if you see this and wanna do it, your word is heart

impulsive

i -

"I mean. I think you could make just about anything sound hot."

"Do you see how that could be a problem?"

"I - guess. But um. It's a problem in a hot way."

Tommy pinches the bridge of his nose. "Evan."

"I mean it. Um. Hold up." Buck scrolls through his phone, switching back to his notes app and, yikes, that's a mess that he will need to tidy up at some point, but he thinks he worded it pretty well in his little brain-dump earlier, so carefully filed sex notes will have to wait.

m -

"My round," Tommy says.

"I'll come with you," Eddie offers.

Buck stands up to let them out of the booth. Clearly not even thinking about it, Tommy touches his waist as he goes, a brief trail of his fingers that has Buck making what he's sure is a pretty goofy expression at Tommy's retreating back.

p -

"Put some clothes on, have a shower if you want, I'm going to make some lunch."

"Is this the famous Clipboard Buck?"

Buck's aware he's probably having what Hen would call a face journey because he wants to know who said that to Tommy, and to point out that he doesn't actually have a clipboard right now, but that he has one at the loft and he could grab it if they swung by, and he also wants to say something embarrassing about how handsome Tommy looks after a nap. He might be in danger of going full Buck here.

u -

"Uh. No. But. You know my friends."

"And soon you'll know mine." He brings Buck's hand to his lips and kisses his knuckles. "I've told them about you. They'll love you."

"Um. Um. Sure." 

Buck screams at himself to shut the fuck up because they'll love you is literally just a thing people say, and it is too goddamn early.

l -

"Love you."

"Love you too."

"Love you!" Jee chirps up, not really directed at anyone in particular, just putting it out into the universe. Buck swoops her up onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and she shrieks with laughter. When he leans in to drop one last peck on Tommy's cheek, he hears Jee's mwah! as she lands a kiss in Tommy's hair.

s -

"She was a kid when I joined the army. I should have done better by her, but - "

"You were a kid when you joined the army," Buck counters. "I'm not mad, stop looking at me like that."

"Okay," Tommy says carefully. "You probably - "

"I mean, I am confused. Because when your dad died, we talked a lot. I thought - I thought it made us closer."

i -

"I don't wanna - "

"Sure, okay, make me say it," Tommy says with a huff that might almost be a laugh. "You've got a big dick. Just - it's good, just go slow."

"Yeah," Evan says. "Sure, of course."

He thought he was going slow, but Tommy's the boss, so he works on tiny, incremental little thrusts instead, and it feels crazy. He can feel Tommy's ass working around his cock, like it's actively trying to get him closer, further inside.

v -

Verging on tearful, Evan says, "I would have come. I would have helped."

"I know you would have. It's exactly why I didn't. Why I wouldn't let Sal."

"God, you are a stubborn asshole," Evan says, but he sounds almost impressed, now.

Tommy shrugs and snags another cookie. "These are really good."

Evan gives him a familiar, teasing glare. "For the record, I am allowing you to change the subject."

e -

"Evan, wait - "

But it's too late. Buck pulls open what appears to be Tommy's sock drawer. He's rooting around before Tommy's words can register and his fingers find it like they knew it'd be there - a box. Small and square and navy blue and unmistakable. 

"You - "

Tommy sighs and drags a hand over his face. "Surprise?" he suggests. "This really isn't how I thought this would go."

fire

f -

For a second it's their first kiss all over again, but then Tommy's free hand is preemptively cupping the back of Buck's head as he very efficiently gets Buck pinned against the wall and kisses him fervently. Buck makes a noise of surprise but then gets with the programme immediately. Tommy kisses him hard, urgent, licking into his mouth and slotting their bodies together in a way that Buck is already learning makes him melt. He winds his arms around Tommy's neck, arches into him, lets out a happy little hum.

i -

"It's up to you. I won't be offended if you just want to go sleep in your own bed, but I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't serious."

He's so fucking direct, and it makes Buck feel crazy.

"I don't want to sleep in my own bed," he says, and wants to curl into himself and disappear. It's too much and too honest and too intense and too early and too Buck. 

r -

Reflexively, he notes Evan very deliberately not looking at the cane, probably trying to reconcile the man who walked out of his loft eight years ago with it, and with the glasses, and the decrease in muscle mass and the more grey than not in his hair. He decides to give him an out.

"Congratulations on the promotion," he says. "You deserve it."

e -

Evan holds out  an honest-to-god printed list. Lists, Tommy realizes as he takes hold of the paper, and sees that it's multiple sheets. The first is titled non-sexual intimacy, the second date night ideas, the third mutual self-disclosure. Evan's hand covers his, settling the rising itch of panic he's barely had time to notice.

"Slow down," Evan tells him. "Your pace, remember?"

Part of Tommy hates the feeling of being handled. Another part of him, the part he's trying to lean into, wants it desperately. Wants to be treated carefully, treated with care.

[horizon-verizon]

@martianmeerkat

Like i said in te comments, plz reblog in answer to me from now on, I hate the clogging.

You say this:

I agree it would not be fair to have a complete overhaul of Dany's character just to push the two of them together but have no change from Jon. And since you're insisting it has to be a big change for Jon. The dude is dead. He's going to be revived, we know that, but we also know he will be different because death comes at a cost. As we see with other characters who've come back from the dead, it's mainly their hearts goals right before they died that become like an obsession. He wanted his sister back, he wanted his home, he wanted to stop Selyne's men from hurting Wun Wun, he wanted the horn of Joramun to stop Wun Wun from hurting anyone else, he wanted to protect the realms of men. That's what he wanted before he died. As far as emotionally safe, Jon openly sobs and cries and shows his emotions. His friends are close to him because they know he defends them. He gives them gifts, he teaches them to always have each other's backs. He protects and loves them openly and without shame. He even protects those who openly hate him because it is out of duty. Politically, we know Jon wanted winterfell, but not for the power, he wanted the name and the love of his family. But instead he chose the watch because there would be no point in having winterfell if his family wasn't there with him, and winterfell would only be his if they were all dead. Even when he believed them to be dead he rejected Stannis out of loyalty to his family's gods. He did not want the lord commander position, nor did he ask to be the wildlings king (if he even realizes he is). He just wanted everyone to stop fighting each other and focus on the problem. Why the hell would he want Dany's crown?

You show a faith in Jon that some simply do not have in regards to the ressurection thing. The other side to your thing is that, yeah Jon had goals before death as Catelyn had revenge before hers...but Jon was BETRAYED by his own men, and that's goign to take an effect on his approach to power. Again, that is one counterargument about what Jon might turn out like.

As for him showing emotion and compassion, many cite him selling people to get his way and what he does to Gilly that will not appeal to Dany at all. So...idk.

It's not about what Jon wants; it's the fact that he is Raear's son reardless of wat e wants. Once again, citing the Dance, bc Rhaenyra did not get to rule and despite the greens' comparative total loss, it still set a stronger political precedent against women to the point that if a woman were to rule in er own name se would need to use dragons/force/be the "bad guy". Then the Blackfyre Rebebllions raised a bastard's possible esteem and place to te point tat even Cersei ad most of Robert'sd bastards killed to lower te risk of tat danger to her own OFFICIALLY non-bastard, bastard children, aside from jealousy. If it hadn't been for the War of the Five Kings and te people's weariness and te chaos and the hatred for the Lannisters, Dany would have had a much harder time to expect supporters from the nobles for her side in any plans for conqueroring Westeros. If it is known that Jon is her nepew/er older broter's son, te fear is tat even though Jon's a bastard, even if the realm doesn't consider any speculated marriage/elopemnt b/t Rhaegar and Lyanna leitimizes Jon like it did in the show...

Jon's very PUBLICIZED presence can inspire anyone who wants to oppose Dany to target her and those closest to her. Even married, like oter consorts wit connections tat tey or oters around tem ave used aainst a monarc in real human history, Dany would be always in political danger of WHO Jon is, not what he wants for himself.

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You also say:

As for him not liking "non-warrior" women, and claiming that her being a conqueror but not a warrior will matter as if he only cares about martially trained women. Let me refer you back to when Jon was first building his group of friends at the Night's Watch and he defended Sam and encouraged Maester Aemon to take him on and teach him, we see Jon holds the belief that all kinds of people are necessary.

I said he had a sexual/romantic PREFERENCE for warrior women. anon does imply he also thinks nonwarrior women are inferior regardless of his own attraction or unattraction. Again, you misunderstood ME.

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You also say:

Jon isn't as shallow as the majority of the fandom seems to enjoy painting him as, especially considering the society he lives in. Do you honestly think that he would see Dany and go "ick, she's too ladylike to be worth anything", especially when she arrives as the breaker of chains and mother of dragons? With a fleet of ships and armies at her beck and call? Jon knows the worth of even the smallest things, that's why he's so good at juggling the violent factions at the wall.

People have preferences; it's okay to prefer warrior women sexually over non-warrior women. That's different from demeaning women for not being a warrior-kind and being "girly" bc "girly=frivolous and weak".

Even here, you cite Dany's POLITICAL attractiveness more than HER AS A PERSON as Jon's prospectie lover; you're kinda provin many of my anons' point--that Jon stans look at Dany as more a poltical helpmeet to Jon than her as a chaarcter with her own necessary SEPARATE, unique arc. That you think of her in terms of what she can do for Jon instead of what is good for her, her rule, AND her role as a revoluntionary feminist character beyond just asoiaf.

Jon Snow’s misogyny toward feminine women who brush their hair and wait for knights to rescue them vs. Daenerys being feminine and wanting a man to carry her off is another clear indication of how incompatible Jon is for her:

In her dream they had been man and wife, simple folk who lived a simple life in a tall stone house with a red door. — ADWD, Daenerys II

Starlight and seafoam, Dany thought, a wisp of silk that leaves my left breast bare for Daario’s delight. Oh, and flowers for my hair. —Daenerys IV, ADWD

In my Seven Kingdoms, knights go on quests to prove themselves worthy of the maiden that they love. — ADWD, Daenerys IV

How beautiful, the queen tried to tell herself, but inside her was some foolish little girl who could not help but look about for Daario. If he loved you, he would come and carry you off at swordpoint, as Rhaegar carried off his northern girl, the girl in her insisted, but the queen knew that was folly. — ADWD, Daenerys VII

Another proof that Snowstorm shippers just see Daenerys as a self insert and don’t really know, like, or enjoy her character. Daenerys is NOT a warrior woman. She’s never had the privilege of being militarily or martially trained or given weapons to duel with. She likes brushing her hair and keeping it clean and bathing, things Jon seems to take issue with women doing.

Daenerys is willowy and tiny in stature as well, not hardened and tall. Yet more proof she isn’t Jon’s type and is exactly the type of feminine woman Jon reviles and is repeatedly derisive and misogynistic toward in his POV.

And I hate Jon’s line because Daenerys is a vulnerable and young orphan girl who suffered severe abuse from her brother. She wants to be rescued and protected. I don’t care about what Jon wants, except when it conflicts with what Daenerys wants.

This is an actually pretty good point to consider. Has there actually been some evidence that Jon would "make an exception" towards Dany or otherwise value ttis aspect to her for jonerys/snowstorm fans?

[the-insouciant-scientist]

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Here's everyone! Featuring upgrades/alternates for the ones I've already done.

Harper - The Fractured Scientist - +9 watchful, +5 persuasive, +2 glasswork, +1 kataleptic toxicology, -2 bizarre. Found on the edge of the Waswood in Parabola.

Phileas - The Cantankerous Coat-Pile - +7 shadowy, +5 dangerous, -7 persuasive, +1 shapeling arts, +2 neathproofed, +1 bizarre. Increases suspicion buildup. Gotten from a rare opportunity card in Spite.

Caiomhe - The Mournful Piper - +8 dangerous, +4 persuasive, +1 artisan of the red science, +2 dreaded. Can be found in the Forgotten Quarter, if the airs are right.

Irving - The Convivial Couturier - +9 persuasive, +1 mithridacy, +2 respectable, +1 bizarre. Increases scandal buildup. Received after completing a tailoring-related storylet in Spite.

Agnes - The Ill-Fated Devotee - +5 dangerous, +5 watchful, +1 monstrous anatomy, +1 respectable. Found near St. Fiacre's cathedral in Veilgarden.

[lleclerc]

iceman + his concern for maverick post-hop 31

[bad-traffic-smp-ideas]

right... okay. i'm considering something. sound off in the comments if this is a bad idea

[moeblob]

I am really tired of a situation rn.